Age: 22 year old Sexuality: pansexual: Aesthetic: emo: Cat/dog mom: Writer: dark romance,dark romance fantasy and horror: Editor: Fandom: Creepypasta, hazbin hotel, bftd, bftd2, tpof, ykemt, 1887 The Lost Boys, black butler, Resident Evil, my hero academic, jujutsu kaisen and more:
Yes Chat I'm still a grimmjow simp, I never grew out of my obsession of him. My Grimmjow obsession has gotta 100/worst of the years. Same with my obsession of bad boys, moral gray villains, and anti heroes lmao😂
But anyway hope y'all enjoy this grimmjow post.
Love my handsome fictional husband and Daddy Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez🩵💙🐆
Chat I have been a nuada simp for 9 years now. The first time I watched Hellboy 2 the golden army at the age of 13 years old, I immediately fall in love with the elf prince. Prince Nuada is so dark romance book boyfriend coded fr.
But anyway hope y'all enjoy this post. Love my fictional husband and my daddy Nuada Silverlance 🤭💕
Chat daddy vampire Leon got me in a chokehold, I'm more feral for him. Need that dilf fangs inside my thighs as he eats my pussy out passionately, slowly, and gently while I'm ovulating. Painting his handsome lips, chin with my own blood and cum.
But anyway hope y'all enjoy this silly post about Leon. Love my fictional husband and my daddy Leon Kennedy 🤭💕
𑣲𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─── Your dad trusts Leon Kennedy with everything. Including you. When Leon retires, your dad offers for him to stay over until he figures things out. It’s only supposed to be temporary. Unfortunately for Leon, living under the same roof as you after years of being apart, is exactly the problem.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ᣟ𐚁˳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : DBF!LEON, flirting, Leon calls you kid/kiddo, age gap (Leon is 49 and reader is in her 20s), themes of low self esteem and body image, this was written with a curvy reader in mind, Leon feels guilty but also not, unprotected p in v, fingering (f receiving), reader's first time squirting (yaay yeppe), soft dom leon, creampie, little cumflaition (??), one mention of pregnancy (Leon hopes it sticks), a bit of fluff, afab reader with she her pronouns. (let me know if i missed anything)
݁ᲝAIᲘ ᲝEᲘU | ˖Ი𐑼⋆ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 🎮 . ᐟ.ᐟ guys my leon obsession is so bad i have like 5 drafts started, idk if i should make them full fics or just short smut drables so lmk !! oh, also, i just added the links to my wattpad and ao3, if you guys wanna see my works on there also, ill be sure to post them.
After everything that happened in Raccoon City, people expected Leon Kennedy to go right back to work.
But for the first time in years, Leon disappeared.
No briefings, no new assignments, no government offices filled with people waiting to tell him where to go next, just distance. The man has spent too long surviving things he shouldn’t have.
Raccoon City had never really left him and going back had only made it worse. That damned city lived in his memory like a scar that never faded. Burned streets, empty buildings, things moving in places they shouldn’t, faces of people who never made it out.
So when the mission ended, Leon didn’t return to Washington. He drove on and on. For a while there wasn’t much direction to it, long highways stretching through empty miles, cheap motels, the average. It all gave him time to think, which turned out to be both the best and worst thing he could have done.
Eventually the calls started, most of them he ignored, until one night, sitting in a dim motel room with the television playing quietly in the background, Leon stared at his phone for a long moment before dialing a number he hadn’t called in years.
Your father answered on the third ring.
"Well, look who finally remembered he has friends." Leon leaned back in the creaky chair by the window, rubbing a tired hand over his face. "You alive over there, Kennedy?"
"Barely." Leon muttered.
Your father chuckled softly. "Rough mission?"
Leon stared at the cracked ceiling. "Something like that." A pause followed, then Leon sighed. "I'm thinking about stepping back for a while."
Your dad laughed under his breath. "You mean vacation?"
"No." Leon said quietly. "I mean stepping back."
The line went silent for a moment. Retirement wasn’t something Leon talked about lightly. Men in his line of work rarely got clean endings.
Your father finally exhaled. "Well... Funny timing."
Leon frowned slightly. "How so?"
"I’m leaving for work in a few days." your father said. "Big job overseas. Three months, maybe longer."
Leon leaned forward slightly. "And?"
"House is going to be empty." your dad continued casually. "Figured you might want somewhere to stay that isn’t a roadside motel?"
Leon huffed a quiet laugh. "You offering me a vacation spot now?"
"I’m offering you somewhere to breathe." Leon didn’t answer right away. The idea of that didn’t sound bad. Then your father added. "Oh, and my kid’s home for a bit."
Leon blinked slowly. "Is she?"
"Back from college. Takin' a break for a few months, she's overworked herself to the bone." He laughs. "Guess it runs in the family."
That made Leon pause again. He hadn’t seen you in ages. Not since you were younger, at least 17, always somewhere around the house while he and your father talked late into the night about things a child should never have to witness or go through.
You had been a kid then. Easy not to think about, easy to overlook. "Huh." Leon muttered.
"She'll be happy to see you." your father added quickly. "You’ve been gone for so long, I think it'll make her feel better while I'm gone if someone is in the house with her."
Leon snorted quietly. "Yeah."
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Three days later, he found himself standing on your porch. Same neighborhood, same house he had visited countless times before, except now it felt strangely unfamiliar.
Leon shifted the duffel bag on his shoulder and knocked.
Footsteps approached on the other side of the door. When it opened, Leon didn’t immediately recognize the person standing there.
He assumed it might be a roommate, maybe a friend visiting, someone your father hadn’t mentioned. Still, he spoke first. "Hey." he said, voice a little rough from the long drive. "Sorry to bother you. I’m looking for—"
He stopped himself, glancing past you briefly into the house. "My friend said I could stay here for a bit—"
Then his eyes settled back on you. For a moment, he studied your face more carefully. Something about you felt familiar, but before he could figure it out you spoke.
"Mister Kennedy?" Leon froze. You were already stepping back slightly, looking a little surprised. "I didn’t know you’d come by!" you said quickly, a large smile spreading across your face.
The realization hit him all at once. Leon stared at you, and suddenly the pieces clicked into place.
It's you. Except... not the way he remembered. You weren’t the younger girl who was always up for trouble, not anymore. Not the kid who used to run through the living room while your father tried to braid your hair for school. Somewhere between then and now you had grown up.
Into a woman.
A beautiful one, Leon realized almost immediately. It made him pause longer than he meant to. His gaze lingered just a little too long before he caught himself, his jaw tightened faintly.
"Well—" he muttered, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth "Didn’t recognize you for a second."
You blinked at him. "I’m sorry for the mess and my—" Your eyes dropped to the oversized polka dotted shirt hanging loosely over your frame. "Attire."
Leon followed the movement for half a second before clearing his throat quietly. You stepped aside quickly. "C—Come in!"
Something faintly amused flickered across his face as he picked up his bag and stepped inside. "Just call me Leon, please. You're old enough now."
"Oh, alright — Leon…" you hummed.
He entered into the house slowly even if he was someone who had been there many times before. You shut the door behind him with a quiet click, and for a moment his eyes wandered over the hallway. Then his attention drifted back to you. Leon cleared his throat lightly.
"So..." You popped your lips thoughtfully. "What brings you into town? Or, well, here at our house?" Leon shifted the strap of his bag to his other shoulder, fingers tightening around it for a moment before he shrugged.
"I just needed somewhere to lay low for a bit." he said simply. "Your dad offered, so I figured I’d take him up on it." He paused, glancing at you again.
"Oh, I see. Well I don’t mind." you smiled softly. "When he’s not around I get pretty lonely, so it’s nice you’re here."
You turned toward the kitchen, gesturing for him to follow. "Want something to drink? I’ve got.. coffee, whiskey and tap water." You paused. "Oh, and tea!"
Leon’s mouth twitched. He leaned against the counter, arms folding loosely across his chest as he watched you move around the kitchen.
"Whiskey and coffee sounds like a terrible combination." he mused. He tilted his head slightly, studying you for a moment. "Which probably means I’ll try it eventually."
You snort and look back at him. "Tea’s fine for now."
"Tea it is, then."
Steam rose as you started the kettle, and Leon’s gaze wandered briefly around the room before settling back on you, then he glanced down when you set a small bear shaped mug in front of him. Leon blinked as a quiet snort escaped him. "Seriously?"
"What? It's a mug." You say flatly.
"Yes, for kids. You still a kid? Still drink juice boxes?" He asks sarcastically.
"Oh, I still drink juice boxes." you said proudly over your shoulder. "But I’ve expanded my palette, don't worry."
Leon shook his head, a small grin tugging at his mouth as he looked down at the cup again. "Yeah? What’s the upgrade... Juice boxes with straws?"
You turned slightly, wiggling your eyebrows. "Better. Juice boxes that can be recycled."
"You're exactly like your father."
You poured the hot water into the mug, the tea bag bobbing gently in the cup before placing it in front of him. "Still got that ridiculous sweet tooth, then?" he added.
"Obviously."
"Then not a lot changed." There was no bite to the comment.
"Yeah. Well— you did change." You said suddenly. "You look different."
You froze, then immediately turned away, flustered. "I mean, not in a bad way! You still look very good, just older— not that old is bad, you look good for someone your age, but I didn’t mean anything by that, I just—"
You took a breath, frowning. "How old are you?"
Leon couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his tired face as he watched you unravel. "Relax, kid." he chuckled. "You think you could hurt my feelings with that?" He took a small sip of his tea. "I’m forty nine. Not ancient."
"Oh." you said, tilting your head as you studied him more carefully. "Forty nine, that’s—" You squinted slightly. "You don’t actually look it. You’re quite handsome?" You shrugged.
"Handsome?" He leaned forward slightly, resting his hands against the counter between you. "That almost sounded like a compliment."
"It was a compliment." you said quickly, rolling your eyes. "I’m making up for all the times I called you ugly and scary when I was little."
Leon snorted softly at that. "Right."
You stirred sugar into your own tea before looking up again. "So— Got a girlfriend?" you asked lightly.
Leon shook his head. "What about you, got a boyfriend?"
You dropped into the chair across from him with a small shrug. "Nope." a second passed. "I don’t really get much attention anyway." you added, stirring your tea absentmindedly.
Leon frowned faintly. "That so?"
You gave a small laugh that didn’t quite reach your eyes.
"Unless you count random guys online asking for boob pictures?" you said dryly. "Then yeah, tons."
You shrugged again, settling back in your chair. "People are shallow these days. If you don’t look a certain way they barely notice you."
Leon’s gaze drifted over you as you spoke. The oversized shirt hid most of your shape, but it didn’t hide everything, the softness of your figure, the gentle curve of your waist as you leaned against the table.
He had seen enough in his life to know better than to trust whatever ridiculous standards people invented online. "You’re telling me no guy has ever asked you out?" There was genuine disbelief in his voice now.
"Nope." You toyed with your spoon. "I keep to myself mostly."
"Bullshit." Leon studied you for a moment, then he leaned back slightly in his chair, shaking his head. "Kids these days must be blind then." he muttered. He hadn’t missed the way your tone dipped near the end, or how you tried to brush it all off like it didn’t matter. "Their loss. You could do better than some asshole who only cares about how someone looks."
You hummed softly, gaze drifting down to the counter.
"Yeah, dad always says that." Your finger started tracing small patterns across the surface without you even noticing. "I don’t really engage with people like that anyway." you continued. "But sometimes when I go out with my friends.. I already know how it’s gonna go."
You let out a small laugh, though it sounded a little hollow. "Like, if a group of boys walks up to us, I know it’s not because they wanna talk to me. It’s because they saw my friends."
For a moment the kitchen fell quiet except for the faint bubbling of the kettle cooling on the stove. Leon watched your finger moving in circles on the counter. Something in his chest tugged unpleasantly.
You shook your head suddenly, forcing a brighter tone. "Anyway! Blegh! Sorry— I got all sappy there for a second." You straightened and waved a hand dismissively. "Tell me about your time away, Mister Kenn—" You caught yourself and winced. "I mean Leon."
Leon clear his throat quietly. His fingers tightened slightly around the mug before he took another sip of tea. "Don’t apologize." he said after a moment. "You’re allowed to feel what you feel."
He set the mug down on the counter with a soft clink. "And trust me." he added dryly "You’re not the only one who’s spent a little too much time alone."
He rolled one shoulder, like he was physically shrugging off the weight of the conversation. "You really wanna hear about my exciting time away?" The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk.
"Oh, yeah." you said immediately, swirling your hand in the air dramatically. "I love stories about guns and dangerous men and more guns."
Leon’s smirk widened into a real grin. "You got a thing for that, do you?" he asked, tilting his head. "Guns and dangerous men?" His eyes glinted faintly. "Should I tell your dad to keep an eye on you?"
You gasped dramatically and placed a hand over your chest like you were swearing an oath. "I swear on my heart I’m a very good and diligent girl!" You smile. "But there’s nothing wrong with liking the stories, right?"
"Oh, sure." Leon drawled, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter again. "Pretty sure the last time I heard someone say that it was right before they tried to stab me."
His grin lingered as he crossed his arms. "But fine. You want stories?"
He tilted his head slightly. "Tell me something first..." His voice dipped just a little, trying to sound ominous. "How well do you sleep without nightmares?"
You shrugged. "Who said I sleep?"
Then immediately you leaned forward across the counter, shaking slightly in mock excitement. "C’mon, tell me!" you whined. "Dad always brags about how cool you are and whatnot. You’re telling me he’s been lying this whole time?"
"You know exactly how to get what you want." He pushed himself off the counter slightly, folding his arms again. "And for the record." he added smugly. "Your dad hasn’t been lying." His grin turned cocky. "I’m pretty cool."
You snorted loudly. "Okay then prove it! Or are you just talk, Leon?"
Your palms pressed against the counter as you leaned toward him slightly. Leon’s smirk sharpened instantly. He leaned forward too, resting both hands on the countertop so that the distance between you suddenly felt much smaller.
"Alright." he said, his voice dropping lower. "You wanna hear about the time I fought a B.O.W. in a collapsing subway tunnel with nothing but a knife and a lighter? Or would that keep you up all night?"
You blinked, tilting your head smiling. "I sleep just fine. I’ve always been good at ignoring bad thoughts."
"Yeah, because you were always ridiculously spoiled as a kid." He rolls his eyes.
"I was not!"
"Oh, come on." he said, voice dry. "Convincing your dad to drive twenty minutes for the ‘right’ strawberry ice cream? That’s textbook spoiled."
"That happened once! And it was important." you shot back, narrowing your eyes.
"Twice."
"Second time was for a different flavor. " you protested, flailing slightly.
"And the arsenal of stuffed animals?" he continued, ignoring you entirely. "Forty of them, all named, all with personalities you expected us to memorize."
"Thirty two." you corrected quickly.
"Right." he countered, leaning casually on the counter, eyes gleaming with amusement. "And don’t forget the 'random rocks from park' collection. Had to be alphabetized, of course."
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "I was organized, okay?"
Leon laughed softly, hit by the wave of nostalgia, how time passed. "And you were always giving him so many tantrums when you didn’t get your way."
You rolled your eyes. "They weren’t tantrums. They were a peek into the future if I didn’t get what I wanted. So actually, I was doing him a favor, as a pure hearted child."
Leon snorted softly, shaking his head. "All right, a warning, then. How benevolent of you. Pure hearted my ass."
You tilted your head, a faint grin creeping onto your face. "Are you trying to get on my bad side?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Do you really wanna do that?" You spun around slightly, hands forming playful finger guns. "Careful, Mr. Kennedy. I’m really good at rock-paper-scissors and papercranes. You don’t wanna mess around with me."
Leon blinked once, then let out a sharp bark of laughter. "Finger guns." he repeated "Damn, kiddo— you’re playing dirty. I'm shaking in my boots." He rolled his tired eyes. "You sure you wanna challenge me on my own battlefield?"
You nodded confidently, chin lifted. "I know my skills. Don’t underestimate me."
Leon’s smile softened as he studied you, the curve of your lips, the spark in your eyes. "God, you haven’t changed a bit. Still a pain in the ass."
"Well?" You laughed, a small, breathy sound. "Welcome home."
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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting thin lines across the living room walls. Leon sat stiffly in the armchair, arms crossed, his shoulders tense. He wasn’t tired, not exactly, but he just felt... Strange. Maybe because he was back here? Maybe because it's been so long since he's heard a genuine laugh?
From the kitchen, you hummed softly, moving around as he watched you for a moment.
He wished to go back to all of those years, where none of this happened, when he was okay, when he wasn't so scared to be happy or be selfish.
You glanced toward him briefly, catching his eye, then went back to what you were doing. Leon’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He wasn’t supposed to get invested in someone else, not ever, he needed to start over, fresh. Right?
He leaned back, trying to convince himself that whatever he felt was just nostalgia for those long gone years.
"You got coffee made yet?" he finally asked, voice flat.
"Almost." you replied without looking up. "Want milk in it?"
"Sure." he said, voice clipped, pretending to be nonchalant. His fingers drummed lightly against the armrest.
Something about this morning, about the calm in this house, it all felt off and too familiar, all too easy. He didn’t like it.
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More days pass, and somewhere along the line, Leon decides to move into your dad’s bedroom. Not because he necessarily wanted to.
Sleeping on the couch had been fine at first. He was just passing through, crashing there for a few nights before figuring out what came next.That was the idea, anyway.
But mornings started to become a problem. Because more often than not, you were the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes.
Most morning you were already in the kitchen when he woke up, barely awake, singing quietly while you poured yourself something to drink. Other times you’d walk in with sleep still clinging to you, hair messy, wrapped in some oversized sweater that looked like it belonged to your dad, and some shorts that left nothing to the imagination. And the sunlight always seemed to find you, pouring through the windows at the right angles, catching the edges of your body that made everything feel harder than it already was.
Leon would wake up to that scene more mornings than he wanted to admit, lying there on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes like he could block it out if he tried hard enough, and the other trying to hide the obvious growing problem in his pants.
It was distracting. Annoying even.
Not because you were doing anything wrong. Hell, you were just living your life in your own house. But seeing you first thing in the morning like that was starting to get under his skin.
And Leon Kennedy had spent far too many years learning how to recognize problems early. So eventually, he moved his things into your dad’s bedroom.
It was just farther away, down the hall with door he could close.
Because the truth was, waking up on that couch and seeing you every day, while you blinked sleep out of your pretty eyes, was starting to make him wish he’d never tried this retired shit in the first place. Back when he was working, everything had been simpler. Clear missions. Clear danger. Clear rules.
That was a different kind of battlefield entirely, and one he wasn’t entirely sure he had the discipline to keep losing.
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Leon was sitting on the couch legs spread, one arm thrown over the back and a beer in his hand as he watched some stupid reality show.
He tried to focus on the TV, but his mind kept drifting. You were in there, occupying the space in his brain, frustratingly distracting without doing anything at all.
When did it get this bad?
A soft click from the other side of hallway shakes him from his self induced trance. He scowled at himself for noticing. The door opened, and you stepped in, yawning softly. His eyes flicked up automatically, but not before he stared at your clearly hard nipples that strained against the material of your blouse. Damn it.
"You finally decided to join me?"
"Yeah." you plopped down beside him. "Done being obsessed with my stupid game. For today."
Leon shook his head. You were stupidly endearing and so fucking irritating. Both at once.
"You seriously spend your time watching this crap?" he asked, nodding toward the TV. You shrugged. "I like having it on while I cook. Helps with the background noise, I guess."
Leon let out a soft huff, like he wasn’t sure if it was amusement or mild exasperation. "Jesus." he muttered. "You’d probably be entertained by paint drying."
You laughed lightly, stretching out your arms. "So what? It’s not hurting anyone." You take the remote, quickly change the channel to one of your favorite childhood movie.
"Nothing’s hurting anyone." he said, voice low, almost to himself. He took a swig of beer, eyes flicking to you for just a second longer before he looked away, clearing his throat. "You're either stupidly sweet or incredibly naive." he added. "I can’t quite tell which yet."
"What’s bad in that?" you asked, kicking him lightly with your foot. Leon let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Nothing bad. Just— someone’s gonna take advantage of that someday. You know that, yeah?"
"It’s what the heart is for." You said, stretching back on the couch with a small whine, toes poking him. "You’re in my way."
He exhaled, shaking his head. God, you really were like a little puppy, sweet and endlessly aggravating. He shifted slightly, not touching you, just watching you stretch out, the faintest jolt threading through him.
"You always this fuckin' whiny?"
"Yeah, duh. It’s my characteristic trait." you replied, kicking him lightly again.
Leon cursed under his breath, gripping your foot briefly. "You’re a brat, is what you are." he said gruffly. "Can’t keep your limbs to yourself."
"Blah, blah, blah." you stayed sprawled out on the couch, eyes averting back on the TV.
Jesus. That damn attitude of yours was maddening and he hated that it got him so worked up. Leon huffed softly, rolling his eyes as he watched you swing your body gently to the rhythm of the song on the screen.
"Oh my gosh, I hate that ferret." you said, turning your head towards him just slightly. "It’s so weird. Why is it moaning?"
"It’s a cartoon. That's their whole shtick."
You groaned, ignoring him. He stayed silent, hand still loosely on your ankle, watching.
Leon took another swig of beer. Goddammit, he was already feeling himself get hard. He shifted in his seat, subtly adjusting so he could see you more clearly without leaning in.
You shouldn’t affect him, shouldn’t at all. And still.
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The sun dipped low, painting the porch in streaks of gold and burnt orange. The air was warm, tinged with the faint scent of late summer grass.
Leon sat back on the porch swing, one arm draped over the back, eyes on the horizon. He should’ve been thinking about the quiet, the peace, maybe even the small town he'll move to next. But you were next to him, lying against the other side of the swing and his mind refused to cooperate.
He tried to ignore it, to focus on the fading light, but your presence was too damn obvious. The warmth of your shoulder brushing his arm made his chest rigid. He moved slightly.
"Jesus.." he dulled under his breath, more to himself than to you. You glanced up, golden light catching your face, and for a second his heart leaped. So clueless, so dangerous.
Leon exhaled abruptly through his nose, forcing himself to look at the fading clouds instead of the curve of your neck or the way your fingers traced patterns on the wood swing. Keep it together, he told himself. He was supposed to be the one in control, the trusted adult.
"Hey, kiddo." he rasped after a moment, voice testing. "Can I ask you something?"
You tilted your head, eyes glimmering. "Sure. Shoot." You giggled faintly. "Get it, shoot? Because you got a gun… anyway—" You cringe at the stupid attempt of a joke.
Leon pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, hiding the flare of frustration. Of course you’d joke now. He let out a low huff, his gaze flicking away to the fading day light. "And you’ll be honest with me, yeah?" he said finally, voice low. "Even if it’s— weird."
You shrugged casually. "Depends... Leon— you were like my second dad growing up. I’ll try." You continue with a sigh.
He exhaled inaudibly in enjoyment, maybe aggravation, but mostly guilt. What the hell is he feeling? He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this— He's your father’s best friend, you're the little girl he’d watched grow up.
But you were pressed close to him bright, delicate, and all his control was slipping.
"Alright." he whispered, voice cracking despite himself. His thumb tapped against the swing chain, eyes flicking to your lips for a fraction of a second before forcing them back to your gaze.
"Just wanted to know—" Leon takes in a soft breath. "How much trouble would I get into if I kissed you right now?"
You froze, eyes widening, your lips parting slightly. Your cheeks flared up. Did he really just say that? Leon’s jaw clenched at your reaction, the way your body stiffened, way your pulse must be racing.
God, what was he doing?
You swallowed hard, thoughts racing. Your dad. His best friend. Him. The consequences. And yet the feeling of his presence and the gravity in his voice made it impossible to ignore your own fluttering heart. "I—I don’t think... you’d get in any trouble." you admitted softly, voice wavering, soft cheeks still burning.
Leon’s chest strained, the sound of your words hitting him in a way he hadn’t expected. You didn't even realize what this does to him. He leaned slightly closer, eyes flicking to your lips for an instant before locking back into your pleading eyes.
"You think? Oh, sweetheart—"
"You won’t get in trouble." You repeated yourself, voice firmer this time.
The certainty in your tone made his fingers flex on the swing chain. God, you were too much. So unaware, and perfect in every damn way that made his blood roar.
Without warning, he leaned in, lips pressing to yours in a urgent motion, all restraint snapping. Hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer. You gasped, hands clutching his shirt, knees pressing against his sides, your body fitting perfectly against him as you straddled his lap.
Leon’s growl was low and instinctive. Every rational thought fled as the need to claim you, your warmth, took over. You were pliant, sweet, intoxicating, and he wasn’t about to fight it.
Then with a sharp inhale he broke the kiss his chest heaving, eyes dark. "Bedroom." he commanded finally. "Now."
You took a few shallow breaths in, head shaking quickly, before entering the house and hurrying toward your dad's bedroom, since it was the most close one to the entrance.
Leon followed right behind you, the door shutting with a quiet thud once you were both inside.
You stopped near the middle of the room, a little unsure now that the moment had actually caught up to you. Leon didn’t say anything at first. His eyes moved over you slowly, taking you in the way he hadn’t really allowed himself to until now.
Then he stepped forward, two steps and he was right in front of you. "On the bed." he said quietly.
You obeyed, climbing onto the mattress and shifting toward the middle of it. Your eyes stayed on him as you sat there, watching him. Leon didn’t keep you waiting long. In a second he was over you, lowering himself down and bracing his weight on his forearms, keeping you pinned beneath him. You could feel his hardon pressing down onto your clothed cunt.
He paused there, looking at you. His gaze moved over your flushed face, the quick rise and fall of your chest, the way you were watching him right back with those big, unsure eyes.
"I've wanted you for a long time." He let out a breath against your neck, lifting his head just enough to look at you. His eyes were darker now, something restless burning behind them. "Too goddamn long." His jaw tightened.
Before you could say anything else, his mouth was on yours again, cutting off whatever question had been forming. The kiss was deeper this time, more certain. He didn’t need to think too hard about when those thoughts had started, not now. Not with you beneath him like this, at least.
Leon felt the way your body pressed into his, the way you moved your hips desperate without hesitation, like this moment had been what you'd been dreaming of, too.
Or maybe he was just trying to make himself feel better. Maybe.
His teeth caught your bottom lip just enough to make you gasp before his tongue smoothed over the spot. "Tell me you want this." he spoke against your mouth, voice low. His hand slid under your shirt, fingers moving slowly until they brushed the lace of your bra. "Say it, or I stop." Because as much as he wanted you, he needed to hear it. Needed to know this wasn’t just him finally snapping.
"N-No, please don’t stop..." you shook your head quickly.
A low groan left Leon’s chest. That was all the answer he needed. His mouth moved to your neck, teeth grazing the soft skin there in a sharp little bite before he spoke again. "Good girl."
His hands moved higher under your shirt, rough palms sliding over warm skin until his knuckles came under the clasp of your bra, undoing it.
"That’s it." he muttered, almost to himself.
When the garment finally slipped off your body arched into the touch without thinking, and the reaction pulled another low sound from him. His mouth found your ear next, teeth biting your earlobe. "Relax, baby." he murmured. "I’ve got you."
His hands moved slowly, exploring, mapping the soft curves of your body like he had all the time in the world, all though his breathing was ragged, betraying the restraint he was barely clinging to. His lips traced a slow, hot path down your throat, pausing to suck a mark into your collarbone.
"You feel that?" he muttered against your skin, shifting his hips just enough to let you feel his hardened cock more against you. "Can you feel how badly I want you?"
You let out a sharp breath, face growing hotter with each second. "O-Oh~"
Jesus. That sweet, little sound, the sight of you all flushed and wide eyed beneath him, it was enough to drive any damn man over the edge. So really, it was your fault.
"Yeah, princess?" he murmured, his own voice ragged. "You feel what you do to me? You feel how crazy you drive me?"
His hand slid lower, tracing the edge of your waistband, fingertips slipping under the elastic, then lower, lower, and christ, he could taste how wet you were.
"Please—" You gasp, your fingers fumbling at his waistband, so eager, so desperate. Leon groaned when and he caught your wrists in his grasp, pinning them above your head with a single hand.
"Easy, sweetheart." he clicked his tongue. "Let me take care of you first."
His free hand trailed down your body, fingers slipping beneath your waistband before pulling everything off completely. He stared in awe as your wet folds glistened in the dim light of the room, some already dripping down on the sheets. In his many years on this earth, he had never seen a pussy this pretty, he thinks to himself.
He leans in without hesitation, spreading you more, more before he finally pushes two fingers past your fluttering entrance. You choke back a moan, eyes searching for his. "God, you're beautiful like this." he presses a kiss on your belly button.
Leon growled as he felt you adjusting to his fingers. God, you were so tight, so warm— He couldn't wait to feel you around his aching cock.
"Look at you." he murmured against your skin, his voice already wrecked. He felt pathetic. "Fuck." Leon’s breathing hitched as you squeezed around his fingers and he leaned in closer, pressing a rough, open mouthed kiss to your throat.
His thumb pressed firm circles against your clit just to feel you tremble. "You want more?" he breathed, lips grazing your jaw. "Tell me."
"Y-Yes— Please.. Need it, need you."
"Yeah?" You could feel the smile in his voice. "Tell me what you want." His thumb circled your swollen clit again faster this time. "Tell me and I'll give it to you."
"Leon, please—" You're practically sobbing. "Please, wan' you to fuck me.."
Leon's vision nearly whited out at your words, his grip tightening around your thighs as he groaned, forehead pressing against yours.
"Fuck." he gritted out, pulling his fingers out of you wirh a soft pop. "Shit— okay, baby. Let me give it to you." He wastes no time, discarding his pants and briefs somewhere on the floor of the room, letting you see him in all his huge glory.
Were you scared? A little. But you are a big girl, so you'll power through scary things, right?
His hands slid under your hips, lifting you effortlessly as he positioned himself better between your legs, pressing the thick, leaking head of his cock against your soaked entrance.
With one slow, agonizing thrust he gave you exactly what you asked for. He was going to ruin you.
"Oh, my—" you arched against the mattress, the sudden stretch painful. A soft sob rips from your throat as you bite down on your own finger, teary eyes searching for his in panic. "L-Leon.." you mumble, dazed.
Leon's jaw clenched tight, sweat beading at his temples as he fought against the feverish urge to just take. "Look at me." he ordered, voice desperate. When your glassy eyes met his, he exhaled sharply, pressing a kiss to your trembling lips.
"Breathe, baby" he murmured, hips rolling slowly, giving you time to adjust. "Just breathe f'me." You whine, frowning, legs pulling him closer. Gosh, you could feel him in your lungs. "M-move please.."
Leon growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he finally, pushed in fully. "Fuck—like this?" he rasped, dragging his cock nearly all the way out before slamming back in, hard enough to make your back arch off the bed.
Who knew he had it in him?
His thrusts were rough, relentless, every snap of his hips designed to wring another desperate sound you didn't know you were capable of making.
"Tell me—" he demanded, voice wrecked. "Tell me who’s fucking you like this— who’s making you feel this good, baby? Huh?" Because he needed to hear it. And he needed you to understand who you belonged to right this moment.
"You— Ah! You, you are, Leon, 's you~" You grasp tightly at his flexed arms. Leon groaned, lips finding your neck again, teeth biting over your pulse.
"Good girl." Leon praised, hips diving in deeper, harder, making you see stars. "That's it, take it." His fingers tightened on your hips, and you already know they'll leave bruises behind. "Take it all. All~ of it." He coos.
His hands skimmed over your body, finding your pebbled nipples then harshly pinching them, making you shiver. "You're mine." he growled, hips snapping forward, more demanding than asking. "Say it. Say you're mine."
" 'M yours, 'm yours, 'm yours!" You're barely coherent, whole body jolting at the harsh movement, eyes shut tightly, puffy lips forming a small 'O'
"G-gosh, wait— wait—!" You sob loudly. " 'M gonna pee, 's too much too much-" You stay clenching around him, embarrassed and confused.
Leon laughs softly, shaking his head. His hand slid between your bodies, palm pressing firmly against your lower tummy. "You're not gonna, baby." He was amused. "That’s all me." He gave slow roll of his hips just to watch your eyes roll back.
"You can let go." But you shake your head, soft incoherent pleads filtering over the ringing in your ears. You gasp, mouth slack as your whole body starts convulsing, hot liquid gushing out around Leon's cock.
"Oh fuuh—" You're crying real tears now, from embarrassment, pleasure, pain, you don't know. Your body is still shaking and Leon fucks you through it. His hand slid up to your jaw, lifting your face so he could look at you, all teary eyed and blissed out, your cheeks flushed a pretty color, hair disheveled.
"Dirty girl." he smiled, licking the sweat glistening at the hollow of your throat. "Look at the mess you made on my cock, baby."
His thrusts grew rougher and more desperate, chasing his own release now, body burning with the need to claim you completely. Who cares if he could get you pregnant? Consequences were the last thing on his mind, especially when you were still sucking him in so deep like a vice.
"Look at me." he demanded, fingers gripping your chin tighter, forcing your gaze up to his. "Look at me when I fill you up with my come, okay?"
You nod, left only a babbling mess as your glassy eyes barely keep open. "Y-Yes- ha.." You reply, brain fuzzy.
Leon couldn't fight the moan that rumbled deep in his chest when your eyes finally found his. There was something wild now and possessive in his expression, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, pressing against it.
"That's it~" he crooned, his voice gruff. "Just like that, I know, I know. God, you're so pretty, baby." His thrusts grew uneven, his control shattering as he chased his own release, harder, faster. More, more, he needed more of you. Closer, closer.
His rough thumb found your swollen clit again, circling it faster, a familiar warmth washing over you. "L-Leon—"
"You gonna come again, baby? Gonna come on this cock?"
"Mhm.." You squeak, hips meeting his hand for more friction. "Fuck—" He stilled, hips jerking forward as he spilled deep inside you, a growl rumbling low in his chest as he filled you to the brim. The new feeling of being stuffed brought you over the edge and when you came again, his cock still buried inside you, Leon watched lightheaded as your belly seemed more round slightly under his release.
He hadn’t had this good of a fuck since he was thirty, he thinks.
His fingers traced over the soft swell, pressing lightly just to hear your soft voice. "Jesus." he clicked his tongue. He pulled out slowly, reluctantly, watching with hooded eyes as a slow trickle of his come escaped your gaping entrance.
His thumb swiped through it, smearing it against your skin before pressing two fingers back inside you, just to feel how full you still were.
"S'too much.. So— full.." You whine, more to yourself.
Leon smirked satisfied as your words slurred together, your body limp and pliant beneath him. His fingers curled inside you with an obscene squelch, pressing deeper just to hear you again. "Yeah?" he murmured, voice thick with amusement. "Greedy little thing, aren’t you?"
He leaned down, kissing the soft swell of your belly where his cum still lingered before meeting your sleepy eyes.
"Next time" he began, fingers still working lazily inside you "I’ll fill you up more. Promise."
"Pinky?" Your smile was crooked and he snorts. "Pinky."
He was almost more shocked than you that he had it in him for four more rounds. Maybe that’s what loneliness does to a man— makes him greedy. He knew for a fact he’d never come this many times in one night before. Hell, he didn’t even think it was possible for him anymore. But tonight, with you under him all tight and willing, it felt like his body just refused to stop.
The room had gone quiet.
The only sound left was the slow rhythm of breathing and the faint rustle of sheets as the two of you settled back against the mattress. The earlier drive had burned itself out, leaving only the smell of sex and your sweet perfume filling the air.
Your cheek rested over his heart, one arm draped across his stomach, fingers loosely curled like you’d fallen asleep mid movement. Your breathing was soft and steady now, lashes resting against flushed cheeks, your body slack, deep asleep after you’d given everything you had in you.
Leon stared up at the ceiling. One large hand rested on your back, fingers absentmindedly tracing slow circles. You’d fallen asleep faster than he expected, your body had simply decided it was done for the night.
And you looked peaceful.
He swallowed slowly, his jaw tightening as he looked down at you. God. Your father trusted him, had trusted him for years. Hell, the man had called him family, allowed him stay here without a second thought.
And now here Leon was, in his bed, holding his daughter after he fucked her brains out.
His thumb brushed lightly along your shoulder as you shifted in your sleep, letting out a soft, content little sigh as you burrowed closer against him.
Leon closed his eyes for a moment.
Was it a mistake?
He knew it. Every rational part of his brain knew it. It had consequences written all over it. This was something reckless that happened because the two of you were alone too long, right? Something that wouldn’t happen again, right?
Right.
His hand slid slowly up your back, resting there protectively. Maybe.. Maybe it wasn’t as wrong as it felt.
Yeah, he’d watched you grow up, but maybe that just meant he knew you better than anyone else ever could. Maybe it meant he’d protect you better than anyone else ever would.
Somewhere even deeper in his mind, a small part of him hoped tonight meant something more than just a mistake. Something that would keep the two of you tied together long after the moment passed. Leon closed his eyes, pulling you a little closer against him.
God, he hopes it sticks. It's sick, isn't it? He's sick. But the image is burning in his mind, you round with his child.
He already knew what was going to happen. The more time he spent around you, the worse it would get.
Leon comes home feeling better than he has in ages, and he knows just how he wants to show you.
ao3 ✦ wc: 5.9k
tags: Leon Kennedy/cisfem!reader, marathon sex, multiple creampies, p in v, porn w/o plot, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, cockdrunkeness, rough sex, praise & degradation, aftercare, wife!reader, can imagine with or w/o age gap, re9 requiem spoilers
a/n: I meant for this to be love-making but then it turned freak nasty oops
SMS Message: Home tomorrow.
Sender: Leon S.K.
You jumped up from the couch as you read it, the words shaking on the screen you held with trembling hands.
You didn’t think he’d come home so soon. You didn’t think he’d come home at all.
The next 18 hours were a blur, and then you heard it: the purr of a familiar motor in the driveway. It stopped you dead in your tracks, standing as still as a statue in the kitchen. You tensed as you waited for the sound of footsteps outside— held your breath as you heard the key in the lock— watched unblinkingly as the handle turned— when Leon walked through the door, time itself went still.
For a moment, all you could do was stare. You didn’t know what to expect. Every mission changed him, and you didn’t know what new version of him would walk through the door now, or how to react to it. And the stakes had never been higher.
The days before his departure were spent mostly in silence, doing little else except hold each other as his departure neared every second. You both knew the two likely results: he’d either die in the place it all began or come home even closer to death’s door. He’d wait for his disease to slowly consume his soul while he made his own funeral plans, and you’d stay close to your gun to prepare for the moment he went cold.
You’d spent the time between his text and now clinging to hope and preparing yourself for the worst. You’d never felt as fragile as the moment he opened the door.
He looked your way as the lock clicked behind him. It was only a few seconds, but they expanded into eons as you searched him for signs of bad news. A knit in his brow, or a downward tug of his lips. Traces of tears he may have wiped away in the car before you could see them. His steely eyes filling with grief.
But you didn’t see any of that. Instead, he grinned and held his arms out wide.
You flew crashing into them. He was steady, firm, and tight as you clutched your fists into the back of his shirt. His arms wrapped around your head and he kissed the top of it softly, swaying you ever so slightly because he was too overcome to stand still.
For minutes, all you did was stand in the doorway and hold. That was the quiet choreography of all of his homecomings, though it never felt routine. Each time it had a different weight, and this one was the heaviest yet by far.
When you finally were able to pull away, you scanned him again for signs of injury, physical or otherwise. You knew him like you knew yourself, and even the most imperceptible changes never got past you.
Your eyes widened when they dropped to his neck.
You didn’t have to ask; he already knew the question. He answered it, still smiling, his voice gravelly and low, soft and tired, but not weary. All of it built up your hopes until he finally spoke it into reality.
“I’m alright, baby.”
His hands grazed your face, and you nearly flinched at the feeling of his bare fingertips purely out of habit. You’d spent months of him preventing you from coming into contact with his infected tissue. But then you realized what you were feeling: real skin sans leather, flesh devoid of flaw. His fingers were roughened from calluses and nothing more, complete with his wedding band returned to its rightful place.
Your eyes watered in disbelief and awe. A trepidatious smile grew on your lips as he cupped your cheek in his palm. You covered his hand with your own and pressed into the warmth while your other hand traced up his torso, until you were grazing over the skin of his neck and nudging down his shirt collar.
It was free of all black-rotted dry patches, no cracks on the surface to be seen. Nothing but a fresh scar you didn’t need to ask about right now. Right now, all that mattered was that he was whole and solid, returned to his natural state, totally healed and hot-blooded under the surface.
Your breath hitched at his body heat. Oh, how you missed his skin.
“You’re really okay..?”
The words were small and barely squeaked out. You didn’t want false hope. You needed to know the healing was more than just skin deep. His reaction assuaged all fears.
“Yeah. I really am.”
The truth took a moment to permeate the air. When it did, he took you in a kiss so firm and certain, it crushed all remaining doubt.
You met it fiercely, pushing yourself against his torso to feel him closer. Your hands threaded into the hair on the nape of his neck as he wrapped his arms around to hold you firmly in place.
Your tongue darted out first, or maybe his did, you couldn’t say. And from there, it happened fast.
His hands moved to the back of your head, then your waist, and then your ass, where they couldn’t help but grope and lift until your legs wrapped around him and he held you in the air. You grabbed his face as your lips parted wider to allow his tongue further inside. He roughly kicked off his boots and then he was walking. He kept kissing you all the way through— he didn’t need to open his eyes, he knew where he was going.
Your back met the cool blankets on your bed and then he was crawling over you, caging you under him in the dark. You wrapped your hands around his biceps and felt the muscles flex as he lowered himself to kiss down your neck, covering each square inch of skin with his sloppy, desperate kisses.
“I feel better than I have in years. Spent the whole trip home waiting to show you.”
'To prove it to you' was in the subtext.
He returned to your mouth hotly and grinded his hips into your center, the friction of his jeans against the soft fabric of your home clothes making you keen into the toe-curling feeling. He pulled his shirt over his head and you took the opportunity to speak.
“Turn the lamp on, need to see you.”
He made quick work of reaching over to it, and then you shuddered as your palms felt the expanse of his abdomen. Tight ab muscles, beefy pectorals, and broad shoulders. The sight you never got sick of that made up his brawny form. All of it healed and renewed.
He kept grinding while you took him in. Your arms went up and around and down again, nearly worshipping the flesh. But when you yanked at his belt, he stopped you with his hands around your wrists, bringing them to each side of your head and caging you in again.
“Spent too much time thinking about what I’m gonna do to you.” He sat back up and you kept your arms where he fixed them as he began to pull at the elastic waistband of your bottoms. He kissed your exposed navel and you shivered as he mumbled into you. “Need’ta show you how I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”
You never felt like his age held him back much in the bedroom— his job relied on stamina and endurance, and though his job was physically demanding and he was not quite in his prime, the toll was mostly seen in the back pain after; it hardly showed in the moment. As his hands and mouth traveled every inch of exposed skin like a starving animal, you wondered if you could even handle him giving you something more. The thought of finding out went straight between your legs.
His mouth went straight there, too.
You nearly yelled as he dove into your cunt with a fervent tongue, lapping and sucking and messily making out with your folds, his thumbs kneading to pull open the soft fatty skin of your vulva. He wasn’t interested in wasting any time on teasing, clearly.
Your thighs clenched around his head and a hand pushed against his head reflexively to fight off the sudden intensity, but it was useless. The pressure of your legs around his head only spurred him on until your cunt was soaked in spit– it certainly wasn’t your own wetness– he devoured every ounce that escaped before it could go anywhere but his mouth.
You bucked and twitched as you cried out his name. “Leon, Leon, s’too much, holy— fuck, Leon—” but he only spread your thighs and kept your there, pointing his tongue to circle sharply around your clit.
“I’m just getting started, baby,” he said, sucking your clit into his mouth and letting go with a flilthy noise, “thought I’d never taste this sweet cunt again, gonna drink my fucking fill.”
Your head fell back as he dove back in, steady and thorough and obscene. You took deep breaths, although they were more like hitched pants and moans until you acclimated to the sensation. He hummed as he felt you melt under him and added a single finger inside, groaning when you arched into it.
He slowed down, his finger rocking and curling in and out and his tongue lapping at you. You looked down to see his darkened eyes gazing at his work between tastes, and you shuddered as he licked his lips before retracting all touch. Your hips flinched upwards to beckon him to return, but he didn’t. He met your eyes and reveled in your wanton expression as he sucked you off his fingers, never breaking eye contact as he rose to kneel between your parted legs.
He finally began to do away with his jeans, and something changed in his tone as he did. You shivered with desire as you watched him move. It was deliberate and slow. He was undressing like a threat.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen…”
His belt fell with a thud against the ground—
“I’m gonna fuck you until you cry…”
The button fell apart with a flick of his wrist—
“Fill you so full of cum you’ll be dripping ‘til next week…”
The zipper seemed to ache as it slowly parted open—
“And you’re gonna fucking take it.”
Unhurriedly and never once looking away from you, he pushed his pants and boxers down until his thick cock sprang free. You whined at the sight of it, eyes fixed where it hung in the air. It was dark pink– definitely darker than usual– his hot blood expanding every vein. He was harder than you’d ever seen him, a full display of the immensity of his desire, so much that it nearly looked painful. When a bead of precum began to appear on his tip, your mouth watered for it.
Your eyes scanned upward as you realized he’d stopped talking and was kneeling there in wait while you stared. You took in his form on the way up; the way his abs tightened with every throb of his cock, the striations of his brawny arms, the few new cuts over old scars. The heavy rise and fall of his chest as he held back for the last time tonight.
And then, you saw his face. His chin was slightly raised as if he was looking down on his next confirmed kill. His lips were still glistening with slick as they were pulled into something not unlike a snarl. His hair was halfway in his eyes, but it did nothing to conceal the intent within them.
“You think you can handle that?”
Your eyes fleeted to his navel, only for a second, assessing him like a loaded gun that was aimed right at you. His hands held his clothes in tight fists and his cock leaked with pre.
You met his eyes again and blinked as you nodded and choked out a needy, “yes,” and your gulp gave away your uncertainty. But that only seemed to spur him on.
He fell forward; suddenly, his face was inches away from your own, one hand on the mattress beside your head to hold himself up, the other yanking his pants off as quickly as he could.
“You know what to say if you can’t,” he grumbled, hunkering down to glide his tip against you until it notched against your entrance, “because telling me to stop won’t be enough.”
He grabbed your wrist at the same time he violently drove in, knowing you’d leap from it and keeping you there anyways. You were nothing but a mess of yelps and moans as he beat his way inside, clawing against his back and shoulders. A single finger wasn’t enough to ready you for this, and the knocks against your cervix were only soothed by the equal force against your g-spot.
Each merciless pounding of his fat cock stretched your walls to their limit, and he truly didn’t give you any other option but to take it. You groaned at the way he used his broad build to keep your legs open to him, every ounce of muscle that you were no match against weighing down to pin you there.
With an arm wrapped under you to hold you by the back of the neck and the other tightening in the hair on the crown of your head, he caged you in to face him. But your dizzy eyes were squeezed shut and could only open to roll back into your skull.
He shook you lightly by the hair. “Look at me,” he growled. You mewled as you attempted it, but your glossy eyes went straight back behind your eyelids. He did it again, harder, pistoning up to fuck you harder, too. “Look at me, you fucking bitch.”
The shock of his words made your eyes shoot open with a gasp and a furrowed brow, far removed from the gentle reverence he held you in at the door. His gaze bore straight into you with a scowl, his adoration replaced with possession.
He was terrifying. Unhinged. A madman on the loose inside of you. A killer who lashed against your walls with uncalculated raw power. Though you could only see his face, it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.
While you were still reeling from the disparagement, he gritted angrily into your face, crowding you until your noses nearly touched.
“Who owns you?”
You could only attempt to answer, your voice breaking into a sputtering moan as he bottomed out harshly again and again, not needing any of the great focus it took you to speak.
The pitiful noise you’d made wasn’t good enough for him. He squeezed the sides of your neck and you arched off the bed, but that only sent your body flush against his, which didn’t make you any clearer-headed.
“Tell me who fucking owns you.”
You felt like you were floating as your brain was cut off from blood flow, and out of care for your own wellbeing, you managed to answer him.
“Y-you, Leon—“
He let go of the pressure and smirked as you gasped. “Mouth not so good for talking right now, huh? Only good for one thing?”
He unclasped his fingers from your hair and brought them to your chin, delving into your parted lips to hook around your bottom teeth. You let your jaw fall open and watched in shock as he spat inside.
“Swallow it,” he commanded, fingers digging into your face as he pushed it shut. You shuddered as you did, and his own eyes rolled back now.
His head fell into the crook of your neck with a smoky groan. You felt hot puffs of air against your pulse as his hands became gentler, like he revered you for doing what he demanded.
“Gorgeous fucking girl… needed this cunt so bad, went through hell to get back home to you…”
His hold on you may have lessened, but his words held your heart in his fist and squeezed. He’d captured your thoughts so purely on the present, you nearly forgot the context.
Your arms were limp as they tried to wrap around his back, barely able to hold on as he moved with every pounding of his hips. But still, they searched him, chest filling with every inch they felt unmarred by disease, and your cunt pulsed as he searched you for places to grab. Your ebbing breasts, the small of your waist, the meat of your hips, landing finally on the underside of your knee where he changed the angle to impale himself even deeper.
You were losing it, and he could tell. He thrust upwards to meet where your hips rose to help him land in that perfect spot and he kissed your jugular— first a peck, then an open-mouthed kiss, and then a full-on lick of his tongue.
Your legs trembled under him. “Leon, I’m, fuck, please,” you breathed.
He twisted your nipple and nipped under your ear as if to mock how it made you writhe. “Oh yeah? You sure you wanna cum so soon?”
‘So soon’ ..?
Maybe he wasn’t all talk when this started. Maybe that savage look in his eye wasn't a trick of the light. At this rate, he wasn’t going to fuck you until you cried, he was going to fuck you until you died.
But he wanted it. He lifted himself enough to sear your mouth with a kiss, his thrusts slowing momentarily to wedge his hand against your clit. He gathered the wetness between your bodies to easily rub against the silky nub. Your toes curled and your spine curved to seek the friction of his freshly calloused fingers. He deepened the kiss as you moaned, and it became all tongue so he could swallow the sounds in his throat.
He was debauched. Delirious. A bad man smiling as he plucked petals from a flower. Delightfully drowning himself in sin. All you could do was surrender as he brought you your undoing.
You came with wild cries and jolts of ecstasy, nails digging into his deltoids as he sped up even more. You watched him look down at his cock being covered in your cream, a ragged sound in his throat as you tightened around him with each wave of pleasure.
You panted sharply as you barely began to come down, and he lifted himself up on his haunches, kneeling between your legs as he soaked up the sight.
Once your half-lidded eyes met his, he grabbed your hips to brutally fuck you into him.
You clawed at the sheets as he used you like a toy. You won’t be surprised if your ass is speckled with fingertip-shaped bruises tomorrow. All you could see in front of you was your breasts recoiling from each thrust, and behind them, Leon lost in his own world of feeling. His head was tipped back and you saw the stubble under his chin— his pecs were flexed and flushed pink from the vigor— all of him covered in a light gloss of sweat that shone in the warm lamplight.
He was intoxicating to behold, and it was absolutely unfair, because you already lost the ability to think straight. Now you drank him in with your eyes, and you were totally inebriated.
Your moans turned into some kind of mumble. You didn’t know what words you were hoping to form, but it was something along the lines of a warning that he was approaching the realm of too much. He looked down at your babbling with a lust-filled, lazy smirk, all too pleased with himself already.
“Whatdya want, love? You drunk on my cock already?”
He slapped your clit and laughed lowly as you gasped and jolted, then propped your limp legs around him and barreled in even more. Steady, fast, and loud.
Thank god the apartment days were over or the cops would come any minute. Skin slapping against skin, the headboard banging dents into the drywall, you crying out for him like he was carving out your heart. A noise complaint in the making. But when he signed the property deed, it came with the right to make you scream, neighbors be damned.
And scream you did as he held you even tighter and thumbed your swollen clit, evoking your walls to seize in the way he needed to release. He leaned back with a sharp and airy shout, hips sputtering as you felt him unload deep inside, his remaining jerky movements making it trickle out around him.
You were a touch thankful as he slowed down and his hands rubbed soothingly on your thighs. You could finally catch your breath. But your graciousness was short-lived as he flashed a grin and flipped you onto your stomach. The breath was forced out of you as your chest fell into the mattress, and your eyes went wide as he lined himself back up, slowly pushing inside, his cum allowing his cock to slip easily inside regardless of how sore your folds already were.
You whined and knotted your fists into the fabric under you as he bottomed out and pulled away with slow and liquid motions. You heard the faintest laugh rumble in his chest before he spoke.
“I’m not anywhere near done with you,” he huffed.
You buried your head in the soft sheets below. Filled with his load and the promise of another, you felt totally and completely his. Exactly where you wanted to be. Right where you belonged. You couldn’t help but smile, until he moved and it was wiped off your fucked-out face.
He gripped the meat of your ass as he steadily picked up speed, the silver of his wedding band cold against you in contrast to the heat of your bodies. A wet spot collected underneath you from his cock coaxing out his cum with each thrust. The sounds were softer yet even more crude with your cunt so sopping wet.
“Gripping me so good, look at you,” he spread your cunt apart a little more, “goddamn, you’re perfect.”
You felt mildly embarrassed at the messy sight of you that he was undoubtedly staring at right now, but at the same time, you envied his view. To watch his cock disappear inside of your puffy and well-used folds, then withdraw covered in his cum and a healthy mix of your own. To view his strong hands holding you open, to see yourself laid out in submission.
But all you could do was feel, and that was more than enough to sate you. In fact, you were already well past satisfaction, and you kept having to refind your focus so you could keep taking more. You inhaled deeply as you felt the soreness at your entrance and reminded yourself to relax your body, sighing away the tension in the muscles you didn’t mean to flex: your thighs, your back, your shoulders. But then you’d feel the friction of his tip dragging against the gummy walls of your g-spot, and your mind was clouded by pleasure all over again.
He wasn’t going nearly as fast as before, but it was obviously a choice, and not one made out of tiredness or necessity. It just felt too good for him to change the rhythm. With your knees together as you lay prone, your canal was tightened in a way that made you feel dense and so, so warm around his tender cock. You always felt incredible to him, but if sex always felt like this, he wouldn’t just fuck you all night, he’d stay buried in you so long he’d risk starving to death.
You were each lost in your own minds as the feeling went on and on. The air was heady and thick as you breathed against the blankets, and Leon was humping into you like waves rolling into shore– fluid motions that still crashed onto the shore or your center, followed by another and another, a constant ebb and flow that lulled you deeper into euphoria.
“Feels s’good, Leon, oh my god… d-don’t stop.” Your voice was laced in awe.
“Really fucking does… shit…”
The words were airy and held just as much wonderment as yours had. He traced a hand down the valley of your spine, revering the body that gave him such immeasurable bliss. Knowing that he was feeling the same seventh heaven you were made you feel even more connected to him, and your toes curled at the thought.
It kept going, and going, and going. You couldn’t tell how long it remained exactly like that, neither of you searching for your next orgasm, just totally and completely captured by the present. Time wasn’t something that existed in the room. It was a long time, but it’d never be enough.
He groaned as you felt his hips stutter involuntarily as the next thrust landed even deeper inside. The unexpectedness hit you both and turned it back into something needier. The next thrust snapped against your ass and you arched into the air to meet it. He shifted to hold you firmly as he set on a new wanton speed.
You mewled as you keened into him, legs parting slightly to make room for any spare length he had to give, and gripped the sheets as his balls began to slap against your clit. Each time he crashed against your walls, you felt them begin to bloom with electric want, and you braced against the bed to push yourself back into his thrusts as they became gritty, harsh pounds again.
He felt just the same as you, blood rushing to the parts of his brain that demanded another orgasm, and he felt every flutter of your walls around him that beckoned to milk him dry– exactly what he wanted you to do, to drain him until he had nothing left to give. He wanted to do whatever it took to make sure that fluttering didn’t stop.
He reached under you to rub your clit. You yelped as his fingers made contact, gliding easily against the cum-covered nub. His forearm was pressed against your navel, pinned between you and the mattress, and you could feel the size of his cock protrude against it from within you. Your legs spread even wider as you cried out, struggling to hold onto reality as he worked the thousands of nerve endings he’d already made oversensitive. Now, it bordered on torture.
The way you opened yourself only made it easier for him to find purchase to pound even harder, meeting the way you writhed and keened for more, his eyes rolling back as you bore down as if you were trying to squeeze him out. But all it did was drive him harder into all the right spots inside of you, and you were so overcome with sensitivity, you came before you even knew you were close.
And you came hard. Jolting and seizing as you cried his name, your eyes growing wet from the shock of it. He was loud as he reacted to the way you clenched and pulsed around him, your warm, slick cum covering his cock and making his movements sloppy and wet. And you were even louder as he kept going even harder.
He was surprised that he didn’t cum again right then and there, but it only galvanized him to pull your hips back and use you again. Your body was growing limp, you were shuddering and shaking, and his eyes widened with madness as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He was watching for signs that you’d say your safeword, too, but every moment that passed that you didn’t, he took as permission to fuck you even harsher.
Your head lolled and your lip quivered as you took it like a punishment, not a single coherent thought inside your head. You registered that he was close like white noise, simultaneously in the background and all around you. His hands seared in their grip on you as he hammered in once, twice, and then held himself deeply inside with broken rasps and moans. Your lips fell open as you felt his fresh load mingle with the first, pooling hot against your cervix.
He pulled out with a violent hiss, and you cried out as the fluid stung against your sore opening. Your legs trembled until they collapsed back onto the bed along with the rest of your body.
You were vibrating from the inside out, still reeling from how aggressive both of your orgasms were. You could hear him catching his breath, too. You twitched as you felt him touch the outside of your cunt, bracing yourself for more, relaxing when he only stroked the outside. He drew his fingers up and down the crease of your folds, languid and smooth, leisurely playing in his overflow. He pressed them in once just to watch you jolt, and then cleaned them off with his mouth.
He finally gave you a break and turned his focus to taking care of you. By the way you lay there limp, he knew you needed it. He peppered you with kisses as you floated in the afterglow, sprinkling them softly on your rear, up your spine, and onto your shoulder blades, until he placed one on your cheek.
He brushed your frazzled hair away from your face and the corner of his mouth pulled into a smile at the absolute state of you. But then the lamplight reflected off a tear and he furrowed his brow as he gently wiped it away.
“You with me, sweetheart?”
He chuckled at the small sound you made in acknowledgement, the only thing you had effort to respond with. He placed a kiss onto your head.
“Did so good for me, love. So perfect.”
He grunted as he laid down, pulling your back into his chest to spoon you. You weakly held onto his arm as it wrapped around your torso, shifting back into him to steal his body heat.
You closed your eyes with a sigh as you soaked in the way he took care of you after such a brutal display of lust. His thumbs circling against your sweat-damp skin, nose nuzzling against your hair, gravelly voice soothing you with praise.
“M’so glad to be home, baby. You always made me feel young again, but it’s almost like I am young again. Don’t want to take it for granted. Gonna take some time off, take you on vacation, let you see the world. Might fuck you on every continent.”
You giggled at his ambition, still high on happy chemicals and swimming in the dream he laid out. It’d be a significant change, him enjoying the fruits of his labor with things more permanent than gifts and fast cars. You always encouraged him to, but he said it’d be easier for him to cope with losing a material possession than a vacation being ruined by being called on a mission. You hoped it wasn’t just the endorphins talking.
“Yeah, you like that idea? Good, ‘cause I mean it.” He kissed under your ear and squeezed you in closer. “Wanna spend every day making you happier than ever, make up for how long I was sick. Can’t waste any of ‘em not fucking you the way you need me to.”
You gasped as you felt his half-hard cock twitch against your ass, instinctively arching back into it. A shiver ran over your skin as he pressed it against you in turn, and you realized he still wasn’t done, confirmed by the way his voice darkened against your ear and he started kneading your breast in his hand.
His kisses against your pulse turned open-mouthed and erotic, one hand pinching your hardening nipple as the other reached for his cock, slowly stroking himself with the tip resting against your sopping hole. You were so flush together that with each wave of bloodflow that grew him towards full-hardness, it breached your pulsing entrance without him even trying.
Your toes curled as he leisurely thrust into one centimeter at a time. It was just enough of a tease to eat away your apprehension. You really weren’t sure how much more you could take, but as he shallowly fucked his tip into you, you became increasingly desperate for more, until you were squirming and panting in his arms.
You gasped as he suddenly pushed halfway in, feeling your folds and your entrance smart in their soreness. Just a few minutes left empty and you needed time to accommodate him all over again. He wasn’t quite as big as before after two orgasms, but with his size, being slightly smaller was still pretty fucking huge. And now you needed to adjust to more than his size; you needed to adjust to your own overstimulation, too.
He thrust halfway in and stilled there, holding you tight to prevent you from backing into it, feeling your legs shake around him.
You already couldn’t walk, he was sure of it. But it must be well past midnight now. Did you need to use your legs tonight anyways? He decided that you didn’t. Might as well make them truly useless.
He bottomed out in one smooth, sharp thrust, aided by the lubricant of the two creampies inside. His eyes rolled back as he stayed there for a brief moment, just long enough to feel you throb around his cock, like your body was begging him to make it three.
He’d never cum that many times in a row before, not even in his prime. But now, he felt like he’d entered a new prime, and he wanted nothing more than to see just what his limit was. He wondered if he’d reach yours first. But you were a tough girl, he thought. You took him like you were made for it.
His navel thumped against your ass as he drove in with that goal in mind: find out how much cum he could stuff inside your cunt until one of you tapped out.
He started steadily, knowing it’d take him longer to find his finish a third time, and seeing how you were already a mess of moans, both from pleasure and physical overwhelm. It boosted his ego to know he was pacing himself for you much more than for himself.
You felt like an unraveled spool of thread. You couldn’t believe he had the stamina for another round, his age considered or not. You were shocked you could keep going yourself. But at the same time your swollen cunt ached around him, it sucked him in for more.
He twisted your head back to take you in a kiss, swallowing your moans as he beat fast inside again. You reached back to hold onto any part of him you could until your senses were once again flooded and you melted open to him.
“That’s it, relax for me. Just one more, baby, gonna fill you to the brim. Fucking take it.”
And take it you did, until the night sky turned light blue.
chat resident evil arrived yesterday.Finally so much waiting.
Meaning I get to make content of daddy Leon, like this post.
This silly post for the Leon simps like myself. The beautiful ladies at capcom did an amazing job on 51 years old Leon design truly. Dilf Leon aged like fine wine, he is so handsome. It’s got me feral, I wanna bite Leon biceps, for him to choke me out with his biceps, to peg him and for him to get me pregnant so damn bad. Need that old man biblically.
But anyway hope y’all enjoy this silly post, love my fictional husband and my daddy Leon Kennedy 🫦💕
So chat here is my new creation. Toxic yoai ren hana from tpof x recs 4 remake Leon Kennedy.
I made this post for fun and because I have been seeing a lot of crack ships off tiktok and ao3. I decided why not make my own crack ship. Hope y'all enjoy this silly post. Love my fictional husband/ daddy Leon Kennedy And my fictional male wife / kin ren hana 🫠💕
So chat I decided to make another cute early Valentine day post of the same post. However with Ada because I felt like it.
I genuinely love being pan, males, females, Trans, nobinarys, and genderfluids. I just love people both romantic and sexual. However I'm attracted to females more then the other genders (both Romantic and sexuel )
But anyway hope y'all enjoy this cute post. Love my fictional wife Ada Wong 🫠💕
So chat here are some photos of me yesterday. I brought myself some Valentine day cookies to share with my family and this cute book boyfriend plush from target.
I just wanna share it with y'all because I felt like it 🫠💕
Chat need daddy Leon so damn bad, it's getting feral. Want to lick and nibble on Leon musclar vines biceps as he put me into a choke hold, destroying my pussy with cock. No condom.
Chat enjoy my dirty humor about my fictional husband Leon. Once again my dirty humor will get worth as the days go by. Do I care? Hell no, I'm free and a freak.
But anyway love my daddy Leon Kennedy. If Leon were real the poor traumatized man would
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