i am so sorry that i've been super gone, like non existent. i've been working non stop (like a solid 2 weeks straight now i haven't gotten a day off) and it is really taking its toll.
i had that leon fic queued up awhile back but someone actually posted a fic VERY similar, like a few hours before mine was set to post, and i didn't want it to seem like i was stealing their idea so i just scrapped the whole thing instead 😭 I did try to write a hybrid fic, but i got like 2 paragraphs in and my brain deflated. haven't touched it since.
anyways, the only thing keeping me busy and happy at work is making a silly little animatic for an idea i've had for about 2 years, give or take. i forgot about it, then remembered it in the midst of my fog. i don't think i'll post it here since you follow me for that sexy resident evil guy, but here's a few of my favorite messy sketches:
A/N: I could not stop thinking about this. Enjoy my word vomit! At least it's pink..
~Fi 🐝
Warnings: horrendously historically inaccurate, FLUFF, disgustingly sweet, absolutely filthy too, NFSW content 17+, cunnilingus, PiV, creampie, cum eating, my love for Leon is a warning in itself.
Word count: 1.2k
Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.
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Renaissance!Leon who makes sure you only get the best. Silks, velvet, expensive jewelry, the most beautiful gowns you could ever ask for and whatever else your heart yearns for. Luxurious bubble baths with rose petals, lavender oil and goat milk, while your chamber maid gently combs your hair.
Renaissance!Leon who treats you like an absolute goddess, he would do absolutely anything for you, no matter what. He feels like a madman sometimes with all the things he has done for you, and would do for you in the future.
Renaissance!Leon who loves taking off your corset. It's such a sweet and intimate moment, the feeling of the laces gliding over his fingers as he frees you from your prison. He places soft and loving kisses on every new inch of skin he exposes while unraveling the garment.
Renaissance!Leon who takes you to every event he can, solely to show you off. To show all those other noble bastards that you chose him, that you're his and he's yours. Not that they had a chance with you anyway.
Renaissance!Leon who has gotten into many fist fights and duels because a poor noble looked at you even a second too long. He's always victorious, of course, he knows his way around combat and rapiers.
Renaissance!Leon who was always a bit of a rebel, defying the orders of whoever, just because he could. His sense for freedom was one of the many things that made you fall for him.
Renaissance!Leon who loves to have little forbidden midnight rendezvous with you. Before he was officially courting you, you two used to sneak out, just you, the moonlit nights and all the love you held for each other.
Renaissance!Leon who has made love, not fucked, to you under the stars, just to show you much he truly cared for you.
Renaissance!Leon who loves to take you on outings, riding through a nice corner of nature on a sunny day, going on a walk through town and buying you new clothes and accessories, or having a cute picnic on the grounds of his huge estate.
Renaissance!Leon who loves waking up with you. The silky sheets draped around and over your figure while you're being illuminated by the morning sun makes you look ethereal in his eyes, like an Angel. He will watch you adoringly as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths while he litters gentle kisses over your skin.
Renaissance!Leon who loves the feeling of being buried underneath your many petticoats and skirts while he's taking you to heaven with his tongue, nestled between your thighs.
Renaissance!Leon who has fucked you over and on every surface in the house, he just can't help himself when you look so pretty all the time. He's still in the honeymoon phase and he will never leave it. He's addicted to you, his beautiful wife, and will forever shower you in his love and affection.
Renaissance!Leon who is so worked up from how you look, how you act, how you smell, that he just has to fuck you in the carriage on your way to a ball.
Renaissance!Leon who buries his face in your squished up tits, breathing in your intoxicating perfume. You have to stop him from sucking and biting marks on your supple skin, promising him he gets to do all of that later.
Renaissance!Leon who has you seated on his cock while he bucks his hips into you, the movement of the carriage making you bounce in his lap. He almost collapses at the sight, your face contorted in bliss while his entire lower half is covered by your new extravagant dress. One hand is on the back of his neck while your other is steadying yourself against the wall of the carriage as you subconsciously press him closer to your flush tits.
Renaissance!Leon who would love nothing more than to abandon the idea of going to this stupid ball just so he can hear you sing your symphonies of bliss for him until dawn.
Renaissance!Leon who loves the little gasps and whimpers that fall from your lips when he glides his tongue over your tits.
Renaissance!Leon who almost goes dumb when you clench around him, his head falling back and his breathing picking up. He damn near punched a hole in the carriage when you finally came undone around him, making him spill deep inside you not long after.
Renaissance!Leon who is so hot and bothered during the ball, because he just imagines how his cum drips out of you, staining the new silk skirt while you socialize like he just didn't fuck your brains out on the way here.
Renaissance!Leon who cannot concentrate on a single conversation which leads him to take you again in a little dark corner of the library, fucking you against one of the many bookshelves.
Renaissance!Leon who has the noble class wondering how you don't have 10 children yet with the way he's all over you constantly. The answer; Lemon tops.
Renaissance!Leon who basically rips your corset to shreds the second your back in your home. He's on his knees for you immediately, licking the trail of his cum of your thighs before he tastes you and fucks you with his tongue until you're light headed.
Renaissance!Leon who just loves you so fully, it makes your heart feel all fuzzy. Whether it's when you take a joined bath, his fingers gently caressing your skin or when he holds you close and whispers all kinds of sweet things in your ear.
Renaissance!Leon who assures you with absolute certainty that he loves every inch of you. Every stomach roll, every bit of chubbiness and fat that you believe to be in the wrong place (it isn't, and he will fuck those thoughts out of you if he has to), every stretch mark, every scar, every mole, all the body hair that you're unsure about, every little, fickle thing that is deemed imperfect, makes you even more perfect in his eyes.
Renaissance!Leon who cannot believe his luck sometimes. He doesn't know what he did to end up with you, this absolutely gorgeous woman who is so loving and kind and gentle with him. But he's so incredibly grateful each and every day, and he will continue to show you his appreciation.
Renaissance!Leon who loves fucking you, but there's nothing he loves more than to make love to you. Gentle, slow and sensual. Soft and sweet kisses, compliments and praises that make your heart (and pussy) flutter. He will pour his heart out to you while he's so deep inside of you, you can almost feel him in your throat.
Renaissance!Leon who has secretly dabbled in the arts of poetry, just for you. He's never been artistic but you, you made him feel like a lovesick fool, writing down the most cliché lines, purely because you moved him in a way nobody else had.
Renaissance!Leon who would die for you, and will protect you until he can't anymore. He's so grateful for the life you've shown him; that he's worthy of that life. He wants nothing more than to grow old with you and then do it all over again in the next life.
Renaissance!Leon who loves you with no exception. He lives for you, you make him have a purpose. He loves you more than the sun could ever love the moon.
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I will definitely make this a whole fic at one point, but I'm working on so many things right at the moment, I needed to quench my thirst somehow until I go Jane Austen on this <3 ~
I just wanted to say I hope you’re doing well and that I appreciate your work and how much time you spend writing!! Your fics always help me feel better and the ftm!reader fic KILLED me /pos
Anyways yea I just wanted to let you know that and I hope you have a great day/night ^^
y'all never fail to brighten my day i swear-
but anyways i'm glad you enjoyed the ftm! reader blurb! i'm not very well versed in that sorta stuff, more so in mtf! stuff since i have numerous mtf friends actually (which i plan on adding into a fic sometime soon cause they've been asking me for one + i rarely see mtf! reader fics in terms of leon fics)
i hope your day/night will be fantastic, happy spooky month, and stay adorable pls 💛
Imagine this video but like with Leon, idk just a thought 😭
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8BS5TqL/
NO I LOVE THIS IDEA!! i remember seeing this exact idea floating around (i think? might've been for something else) but i feel like this exactly aligns with leon's character as a whole 🥹
i can imagine it being like, he has more of like this frightened expression though when his heart starts racing cause it's like "holy shit that's my s/o wtf wtf wtf" and then probably tried to play it cool with the absolute worst pick up line you've ever heard. actually, not even, he'd fuck it up.
warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, sweet stepdad being mean 🫣, condescension, really leaning into dad/daughter dirty talk, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink, creampie
not proofread ✌️
“Oooh look at this!” you call out to Leon who’s flipping through some old vinyls in the corner.
“What is it?” His brows furrow as he takes in the knickknack you’re holding up.
“It’s a scarecrow,” you grin, turning it so he can see the burlap painted face.
“Consider me scared,” he smirks at you making you roll your eyes with a laugh.
“Why? You some old crow?” You smart off, turning to put the little figurine back on the shelf.
He walks over to where you’re browsing the shelves stuffed with random items ranging from costume jewelry to books on tape.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he drops kisses to the side of your head and down to your neck making you whimper as chill bumps race down your arms.
“Daddy,” you sigh, letting him tug you back as he kisses and bites at your neck until you’re rocking back against him.
He pulls you deeper into the antique store, passing decorative furniture and paintings until you’re in a secluded corner between some cabinets.
Leon slips his fingers underneath the band of your panties and leggings to swipe across your clit.
“Oh, you’re gonna get us caught,” you whimper, hands grasping onto his biceps as he teases your clit with soft circles.
“Not if you’re quiet,” he kisses your check, “be good for your dad, sweetheart, and let him play with your cute little pussy.”
Mewling, you lean back against the wall and let Leon tease across your slit until his fingers part your wet folds to tease at your hole.
“She’s crying already,” he murmurs in your ear, sliding his middle and ring finger into your pussy, “little pussy needs her dad’s fingers, huh?”
Leon kisses you hotly to stifle any noise you make. Eyes fluttering, you whimper and suck on his tongue as he slowly fucks his fingers in and out of your clenching hole.
“Feels so good,” you whisper, eyes gathering tears as you try to keep quiet.
“Oh, I know, baby,” he coos, “maybe I should slip my cock into this needy little cunt.”
You clamp down on his fingers as you bite on his bottom lip, “Leon.”
“Don’t you want me to fill your little pussy full? Stretch you out on my fat daddy dick, baby?”
Slick drips all down his fingers as he scissors you open, thumb circling your clit slowly.
“C’mon,” he nips your earlobe, “you know you do. Want daddy to stuff his daughter’s hot little cunt.”
He chuckles as your thighs clamp around his wrist, but it doesn’t stop him from fingering into your wet pussy.
“Daddy, you’re being so mean and dirty,” you whimper, hips rolling into the rhythm of his finger fucking.
“Poor baby,” he kisses you until you can’t breathe, “didn’t you tell me last night how I’m not rough enough?”
Your head drops back against the wall, “I was just teasing, daddy.”
“Mmm,” he hums and kisses your neck, “maybe so, but I’m gonna play with my daughter’s cute pussy as long as I want.”
Your hips jump forward as he grinds his fingertips against your g-spot, smirking down at you, crows feet deepening in the corner of his eyes.
“There we go, ride your dad’s fingers, sweetheart,” he sucks a mark into your skin, “be a good girl for me.”
“Dad, daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you pant, trying to keep your voice down, eyes too hazy to really look around and make sure no one’s nearby.
Leon’s fingers still inside your fluttering walls, thumb pressing down on your puffy clit as he presses even closer to you. Before you can whine, he kisses you messily and then you hear the hushed conversation of a pair of women walking down the aisles next to you.
Your eyes roll back as slick oozes from your cunt and all over Leon’s fingers and hand, whimper caught in your throat as he licks across your tongue. The thought of someone seeing Leon with his fingers buried in your pussy makes you clench and pulse around his digits, hands clawing at his shoulders as your clit throbs under his thumb.
You can feel his laugh against your lips as he sloppily kisses you again and again, until he’s just lazily fucking his tongue slowly in and out of your mouth. His dark blue eyes looking down at you makes you burn hot all over. He’s drooling all in your mouth and you can only tug him down, mentally begging him for more.
The women move from the far end of the aisle down to being right next to you, just on the other side of the cabinet you’re tucked behind. Leon’s thumb roughly presses down on your clit as he sloppily sucks on your tongue. You’re so turned on you can’t even breathe.
Leon lets go of your tongue with a soft pop and pulls his fingers away from your soaked cunt. He then tugs your leggings and panties down to your thighs before pulling his cock out from his unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. Stroking himself with the slick coating his hand, he grabs the base of his drippy uncut cock and presses it against your clit.
You feel wild as you can still hear the women in the next aisle talking even as your stepdad rubs his cock across your wet cunt. Reaching down, you spread your pussy lips open, watching as Leon’s eyes narrow, biting his lip as he sinks his cock into your dripping hole.
He covers your mouth with his big warm hand as he rocks his hips forward, slowly working his dick deeper into your spasming cunt.
His lips press against your ear, “Gonna cream my little girl’s hot pussy. Give you all of daddy’s thick sticky cum til it’s dripping down your thighs.”
You want to scream; you feel too much as he ruts his fat cock into your cunt, thumb playing with your pudgy clit as he whispers dirty words into your ear.
He flicks your swollen bud and your cumming all over his cock, slick leaking down his shaft to drip down his balls as he presses his hand harder against your mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it, cream my cock,” he hisses, hips stuttering under the pressure of your pussy squeezing around his dick.
“Little pussy gripping me so tight I can’t even pull out,” he teases, grinding against you, “don’t worry, I won’t pull out, gotta stuff my daughter full, right?”
You mewl behind his sweaty palm, pussy fluttering around his cock as he swivels his hips against yours.
The voices of those women taper off as they walk away, moving back to the front of the store. Leon waits a beat and then pulls halfway out of your soaked cunt before bullying his cock back inside.
“Take it, take it,” he pants, moving both hands to your hips, canting you forward so he can fuck you deeper and harder, “mmm, g’nna cum all in this sexy fucking pussy.”
“Daddy,” you whimper, cunt throbbing, feeling on the edge of another orgasm as he knocks against the spongy spot in the front of your pussy.
“Oh, fuck, you’re gettin’ tighter,” he slurs out, eyes completely blown out as they stare down at you, “cum for me again, sweetheart. Want you to cum for me and I’ll creampie your cute pussy.”
With trembling fingers, you reach down to softly rub your clit as Leon keeps hammering against your g-spot. He bucks into you hard and bumps your cervix, making you clench down with a low squeal, climax overtaking your body until your eyes roll back.
“God, so perfect,” Leon groans, burying his cock deep in your squelching pussy.
A low moan rumbles in his chest as the tip of his cock spurts rope after rope of hot cum inside your clenching pussy, walls fluttering and milking his thick length.
“Good girl,” he kisses your neck, then your ear, “mm, such a good girl for me. Love you so much, baby.”
“Daddy,” you whimper as he pulls out of your cunt with a low suctioning noise, his cum leaking down your thighs.
He groans and helps pull your panties and leggings back up.
“Let’s get you home,” he kisses the side of your head, “so proud of you, did such a good job for me, sweetheart. Gonna give you a nice massage and then a hot bath once we make it back to the house.”
“Yeah?” You smile up at him, eyes hazy as you feel his cum oozing from your cunt into the gusset of your panties.
“Of course,” he grins down at you, “my way of apologizing for cutting this trip a little short, too.”
You giggle and link your arms together, “You’ll just have to bring me back later, then.”
“It’s a date,” he smiles and dips down to kiss you on the lips.
Okay so like Leon x GN!Reader right, except they recently got like a surgery so they have to be in a wheel chair for about a month and he comes home after a short mission to see the reader playing the violin again. Idk just something that's been on my mind lately
omg this is such a tender piece to even think about-
Just imagine Leon, who's been reluctant to go to work since he's worried about leaving you at home by yourself after the surgery, comes home stressed and anxious, just ready to relax and have you by his side.
But when he walks through the door, he pauses, holding the handle of the front door before it closes so he can focus on what he's hearing from the back of the house. Music?
He turns the handle so the door shuts as quietly as possible before quickly making his way to the source of the music, music he hasn't heard in weeks. Now standing in the doorway to the main bedroom, he finds the source of that wonderful sound.
It was you, playing your violin; softly, carefully, bow running across strings like it was second nature.
It felt like it'd been ages since he last heard you play like this, with such gentle vigor. He longed to hear you play again, but he didn't want to make you feel pressured in such a state. You'd come back to it in your own time, he thought, or hoped more so. He couldn't keep you away from the instrument before, so it was really only a matter of time before you picked it back up again.
You hadn't noticed Leon yet, too zoned in on playing to turn around, so he slowly walked into the room towards you. He let you finish out whatever song you were playing, it wasn't one he could pinpoint, maybe you learned something new while he was away?
As soon as you lowered the violin to your lap, he bent over slightly and wrapped his arms around you from from behind, low enough to place his head in the crook of your neck. You didn't flinch or turn your head, just quietly accepted his feather soft kisses on your neck with a smile.
not proofread ✌️ it’s all made up and the points don’t matter 😜
I literally had to stop myself from writing so sorry if the ending is sudden/lame 😝
“There’s no way that it’s real,” you scoff into your phone.
“Then why was it in the newspaper, huh?” Your friend’s voice sounds tinny on the other end, letting you know you’ll be out of range soon.
“To sell them, duh,” you laugh, “hey listen, I’m about to lose service so I’ll talk to you on Monday.”
“Call me if anything happens!” her concern makes you smile to yourself.
“Will do, bye!”
You lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket. A quick glimpse of a chimney in the treeline lets you know you’re almost to the cabin. It’s just a small little one bed, one bath place deep in the middle of the woods. Your parents moved and left the place to you, so you’re not able to come out as much as you like so it’s a little more rundown than in previous years.
You have to park at the bottom and make the mile long hike up the mountain in order to reach it. There’s an ATV parked in the shed for any emergencies, but you’ve made the trek all these years without any issues so fingers crossed this will just be another year in the bucket.
Stepping up onto the small porch, you pull out the spare key and unlock the door. A branch snaps off in the woods and you shoot a look over your shoulder. Your friend’s nervousness seems to be rubbing off on you. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to open the door.
“There’s no such thing as werewolves anyways,” you mutter under your breath.
She gave you a quick breakdown of the last several month’s events while you talked to her on your walk. She told you there’s been missing livestock for weeks until suddenly a few local parishioners went missing after service and were found brutally mutilated days later. Attacks have been gradually ramping up, peaking around the full moon especially (which just happens to be the weekend you decided for a mini vacation at the cabin, go figure).
The locals believe in some old wives tales about a werewolf returning every hundred years. You think it’s kinda cute they hold onto such old superstitions, but it’s more than likely some bobcat or mountain lion that’s come down due to deforestation in the area.
You let these thoughts wash over you as you bustle around the cabin; you get everything in place and mentally thank your dad for putting up solar panels years ago. Those paired with the propane tank and generator outside means you won’t be without hot running water or lights.
Once you’re all settled in, you decide to make something quick and simple for dinner before relaxing in front of the fireplace. Stretching out on the beat up couch, you scrunch your toes in the thick fuzzy socks you love to wear this time of year and flip open the book you brought with you. You’ve just found the most comfortable position for reading, becoming more engrossed page by page when a loud thudding knock rings out from your door. You jump at the sound and scowl over at the door.
Another knock happens and you close your book, making sure your bookmark is securely tucked in the pages, and raise up. Quietly walking to the door, you peek out of the peephole and see an injured man slumped against the porch railing. Your heartbeat quickens and you watch as he raises a tired hand to knock on the door again. Glancing around the area yields nothing but trees and the dusky twilight.
You tiptoe away and grab the rifle out of the gun safe next to the fireplace. As you walk back over, the man knocks once more.
“How can I help you?” You call out from your side of the door, gazing back through the peephole.
The man tilts his face up, fringe falling away for you to make out a strong jawline.
“I-I was attacked and n-need help,” he winces, arm hugging his middle where you can see blood seeping through his shirt, “some kinda w-wild animal. I just need a phone or a first aid kit. Please, miss.”
You pause, eyes glancing down to the gun in your hands. On the off chance he’s faking, well he won’t be for long.
“What’s your name?” You call out, pulling your phone from your pocket.
“Leon. Leon Kennedy,” he grunts, clenching his waist.
You type it out in your notes as well as a text message just to be on the safe side and lock your phone again. Unbolting the heavy door, you pull it open, gun at your side.
He glances down at the weapon and back up to you, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth before pain pinches his expression.
“Promise I don’t bite.”
You gesture forward and he takes a staggering step before pausing.
“Are you coming in or what?”
He grimaces and takes another halting step, “Yeah, just hurts to move.”
You shift on your feet, debating with yourself before setting the gun down and stepping forward.
“I’ll help you,” you murmur, taking his other arm and placing it over your shoulders.
You angle him in the doorway first and help him hobble over to a chair near the fire.
“Thank you,” he breathes out a sigh of relief before groaning, “cut me pretty deep.”
You walk over to pick up the gun and move it back to the safe. Making your way to the bathroom, you pull the first aid pack from under the sink and walk over to your impromptu guest.
“Can you take your shirt off?”
“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first,” he jokes, but stiffly slips his shirt over his head.
You smile sardonically and snap open the bag, “I usually don’t harbor strange men on my days off, so I guess I don’t quite know the protocol.”
He laughs but it ends in another pained groan, hand pressing against the clawed marks across his ribs.
“Shit, that might need stitches,” you frown, pulling out the disinfectant.
Once you clean off the area, you notice it’s not as deep as you thought.
“Luckily we didn’t need to use the quick clot,” you smear antibacterial ointment over the wounds and pull out the gauze.
He hums but doesn’t say anything; his blue eyes haven’t moved from your face the entire time you’ve been ‘doctoring’ him.
“Thank you for this, I really thought I was gonna be wandering the woods for hours,” he finally speaks as you tape a bandage across his ribs and wrap it with the gauze (to be on the safe side you murmur to him).
“Well, tomorrow, we can ride the ATV down and call a friend or the local ranger since you were attacked by an animal,” you zip up the first aid kit and grab all the rubbish to toss in the trash.
He nods, “Okay.”
“You’ll be sleeping on the couch,” you point to the old upholstered couch in question, “it’s not big but it’s better than the floor.”
His eyes flick from the couch back to you, “I appreciate it. Better than being outside, ya know.”
He quirks a smile at his own words and you give a tight one in response.
Sitting down in the chair across from him, you give him a quick once over, “Are you okay though? Like I’m not doctor, but I can help you down the mountain to my car if you really need one.”
He shakes his head, a softer smile pulling at his lips, “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”
“What happened?”
“I have a place out here and decided to go for a walk and an asshole jumped out of the bushes and nicked my ribs, knocked me down. I got a little disoriented and wound up over here. I could hear it following me up until I reached your porch.”
You rub your arms and gaze over to the front door, “Did you see what it was?”
“Some kinda wolf I think,” his brows furrow as he thinks back, “big for a wolf though.”
His expression clears as he looks back at you, “You live here?”
Shaking your head, you drop his gaze to look into the fireplace, “No, just a weekend getaway. Shitty job and even shittier neighbors getting on my nerves, so here I am.”
He laughs, “You don’t love your job?”
“No, not really,” a small smile crosses your face turning back to him, “does anyone?”
Leon shrugs before hissing from jostling the wound, “Mine’s not so bad. I work security.”
“Ahh, any place I know?”
He shakes his head, “It’s local.”
You hum in reply and glance at your watch.
“Well, I’m going to head to bed,” you stand and make your way back to the gun safe, pulling out the rifle again, “not to be rude, but I don’t know you from Adam so if you need to get my attention, I highly stress knocking and waiting for me to reply.”
His gaze doesn’t move from your face, “Read you loud and clear, miss.”
“Bathrooms through there, kitchen is there,” you point at each in turn, but with the open floor plan it would be hard for Leon to miss any of this, “I’ll probably wake up pretty early and make coffee. Then we’ll head down, okay?”
He nods along with you, “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning then.”
You walk over to the bedroom and right before the door snaps shut, Leon calls out to you.
“Goodnight!”
“Goodnight,” you parrot, giving one last look to the stranger now sitting on your couch.
His eyes seem to reflect the firelight making you shiver. In a blink, everything seems normal making you think you only imagined it. Closing the door all the way, you slide the lock in place and crawl into bed, leaning the rifle next to your nightstand.
He says he lives nearby but you’ve been coming to this cabin for most of your life and have never heard of any neighbors. It’s one of the reasons why your parents bought this place, the seclusion of not having anyone around for miles. He’s just really suspicious to you, even if he is cute.
You eventually drift off, eyes trained on the door until they’re slipping shut. A loud jarring sound from the living room wakes you with a jerk. Raising up your hand hovers over your gun. A loud muffled curse makes you deflate a little. Leaving your warm bed, you unlock and open your bedroom door a crack to see Leon kneeling over the chair he must’ve ran into.
“You okay?” You call out making him jump, head jerking around to the sound of your voice.
“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “I sorta tripped. Sorry to wake you up.”
You shrug and step out, making your way over to the kitchen, “Shit happens.”
Leon watches you as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
“You seem really interesting,” he tosses out as you drink your water, “it’s kinda refreshing.”
“No offense Leon, but this is super weird for me,” you blatantly state, squinting at him, “in all my time being up here, I’ve never run into anyone else.”
“I was attacked,” he gestures to his ribs, “and I walked around for a while before finding you. It’s not like I was hiding out for you.”
He laughs suggesting it’s a joke, but there’s a ring of truth to his words that makes your hair stand on end. You eye the block of knives to your left.
Once he realizes you’re not laughing, he tapers off, a queer little smile tugging at his lips.
“I think I’ve spooked you,” he sighs, placing his chin in his palm as it rests against the chair, “didn’t mean to, miss.”
Using the excuse of sitting your bottle down on the counter, you side step closer to the knives.
A grin stretches wide across his face, “Those won’t do you any good.”
Your fingernails dig into the soft meat of your palms as you level a flat look at the man in front of you.
“And why not, Leon?”
He tilts his head, fringe shifting until only one blue eye can be seen, “Because they’re not sharp enough, silly.”
By the time your fingers wrap around the handle of a butcher’s knife, four sharp claws are wrapped around your neck, thumb digging into your jaw to tilt your head up. Your brain stutters, trying to comprehend what you’re even looking at now.
He’s monstrous, blocking out the light completely, his body towering above your frame by a couple of feet, not including the curled ram horns protruding from his head. From what little you can see, you’re grateful for the dark. He chuckles a low warbling sound that has your heart rate kicking into overdrive.
“You’re very interesting,” you feel a cold press of something hard and smooth against your ear, “think I’ll keep you for myself.”
He drags you closer to the fire and you catch a flash of an animal skull in place of a face before he turns away and in a blink he looks human as he did earlier tonight.
He smiles at you, “Gotta remember not to scare you too much.”
With all the insanity that has taken place in the last few minutes, you find yourself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.
“You weren’t even hurt, you asshole. Made me waste my first aid gauze.”
Surprise crosses Leon’s features before he’s smiling again, too wide to be human. You can see his pupils are slitted now, like a cat’s.
“Yes, very interesting,” he chuckles, facing off against you and blocking any access to the bedroom (and your gun), “and you’re right.”
Under his breath you catch the words, “fucking Chris.”
You purse your lips, “If I go missing, they’re going to come looking for me. They’ll know your name.”
He sits you down on the couch taking a seat next to you. Leon’s excited by your words, eagerly leaning into your space.
“You’re just full of surprises,” his teeth are longer now, needle sharp as he speaks, “and so clever. I like you already. I don’t plan on killing you.”
You snort, “Sure, and all of those locals just fell down and hurt themselves to death?”
He laughs, a sharp bright sound that makes your chest flutter.
“Oh, well they had it coming to them. Needed to eat,” his eyes reflect in the low light, “you’re such fun.”
He leans forward and breathes in causing goosebumps to race down your arms, “You make me want things. Things I haven’t thought of in a long, long time.”
Confusion pinches your brows together, “How old are you? Wait, is Leon even your real name?”
“You ask such silly questions,” he pouts, “and yes, it is. Why? Think I should have something like Cthulhu?”
You huff a laugh at how offended he sounds but bite down the smile as soon as Leon lights up from your amusement.
“You’re a tough cookie to crack,” he presses more into your space making your skin prickle, “think I know a way to get you to like me.”
He pulls back and tugs his shirt off and with a small flex of his arms, rips the clothing in half. You can’t help but stare at him. When you patched him up hours ago, you had a fleeting appreciation of his body and now it flares back up as your eyes trace his pecs down to the happy trail disappearing under the band of his jeans.
After tearing the shirt again, he wraps a torn piece around your wrists and ties it off. You try twisting your arms, but it does nothing except pinch the skin. Embarrassingly, your clit pulses at the feeling of being tied up like this.
Next, Leon strips you both down quickly; his eyes hungrily raking down your nude body as he removes each piece of clothing. Feeling self conscious, even in front of a monster, you shift your arms to cover yourself. He grabs your biceps, blue cat eyes flashing with heat, and yanks them back up.
“Let me have my fill,” he gnashes his teeth, sharp points drawing your eye, “look at how soft you are, all that lovely unmarked skin…”
His voice trails off as he runs his hands down your arms to your breasts.
“Sweet little nipples that need sucked…”
You shiver as he tweaks your nipples until they’re stiff and sensitive. He runs his hands over your soft stomach and hips. One hand grips the fat of your waist and the other teasingly rubs across your mound.
“And a fat wet pussy that needs licked.”
You shudder at those words, thighs subconsciously parting for him as he grins wickedly into your eyes.
“Yeah that’s what she needs, huh? A sexy cunt that just needs to be stuffed full with a big fat cock.”
A whine slips past your lips and you go hot all over with embarrassment, toes curling against the soft rug.
“S-shut up, fucking perv.”
He laughs, a distorted chime that reminds you of a bell, and leans forward to nose against your jaw, kissing your cheek.
“Mmm, I’ll enjoy every second of this. You’re so feisty,” he kisses down to your neck, “which means this pussy is gonna taste so good. Especially when you cum.”
You glare at him but can’t stop the slick leaking down your thighs from his words and touches. It’s your darkest fantasy come true; you’ve gotten off to the thought of someone forcing themselves on you more than you’d like to admit. And now this weird creature is going to have his wicked way with you; it makes your pussy thrum in anticipation.
His hands distort into claws in front of your eyes; the fingers are multi jointed in the strangest of ways, skin discolored and skeletal with nails long and sharp, digging into your waist roughly making you suck in a breath. His teeth and eyes are still abnormal, but so far that’s the extent.
“What are you?” you murmur, eyes wide as they move back down to his strange hands.
He shrugs easily, “I’m me,” grinning mischievously he presses on, “wanna see something?”
Before you can say anything he sticks out his pink tongue. It unfurls from his mouth, long and thick with a rough bumpy texture. He laughs and pulls it back into his mouth.
“Gonna show you how fun it can be,” he kneels down in the floor, between your parted thighs, “god, you smell fucking fantastic.”
He drools a line of spit down onto the hood of your clit making your cunt throb with arousal.
“Yeah, you may say you don’t like it, but look how fucking messy this pussy is,” he sighs happily, laying his head onto your thigh to gaze up at you, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, little human.”
He kisses your cunt sweetly making your hips jump up.
“So sensitive,” he growls, eyes luminous as he glances back up to your face, “gonna enjoy this.”
He buries his face into your pussy, slurping and groaning as he licks into your hole.
“Such a fat pussy,” he grunts, mouth moving up to suckle your clit, “fat little pussy that’s gonna cum all over my tongue.”
You whimper, hooking your legs over his shoulders making him laugh at you.
“You like that? Like that I wanna eat this sweet pussy until you’re creaming my face?”
“Fuck,” you moan, head tossed back as he dives back into licking and kissing your pussy.
It should gross you out, turn you off, anything, other than wanting to have this monster eat you out. You blame it on your brain just giving into the craziness that’s happening. Hell, maybe you’ll wake up and this will all have been some kind of fever dream.
You grind against his mouth and his thick rough tongue fucks up into your clenching hole, fluttering against your walls and stretching your cunt wide like a cock would. Reaching down, your fingers grip into his hair, using it as an anchor as you hump down onto his tongue.
With a rumbling purr deep within his chest, you feel his hair shift as his horns grow out of his skull. Hesitantly, you move from his silky hair to the rough texture of his horns. You gently wrap your fingers around the base and he humps the air.
“Grip’em,” he murmurs, eyes bright, sharp teeth nipping the meat of your thigh, “think we’ll both like it.”
A shuddering whine leaves your lips as you grasp his horns and rock against his greedy mouth. He groans, the vibration thrumming through your cunt making more slick ooze from your hole. He pulls away to lick a broad stripe up your cunt, bumpy tongue lapping slowly at your clit making your thighs shake.
With a rumbling growl, he buries his face into your pussy lips, tongue pressing into your drippy hole. You shift your wrists as the binding bites into your skin while you grip his horns. He purrs and rubs his head back and forth so his nose rolls across your swollen clit. Whining softly, you buck upward, grinding yourself against his mouth.
More slick oozes from your cunt and he slips his tongue into your pulsing walls before licking his way up to your pudgy clit. Leon bites your pussy lips, sucking the skin roughly before letting go. He kisses the hood of your clit and across your mound before biting down on where your cunt meets your thigh.
Letting go, he moves back to running his bumpy tongue through your slick folds. You arch off the couch and into his warm rough mouth as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt until you’re crying out.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you pant, tugging his horns before grasping his hair.
He hums and sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue licking over the swollen bud as you moan softly. Right on the brink, he pulls his mouth away, sticky strings of saliva connecting to your pussy lips as he denies you your orgasm.
You narrow your eyes at him as he pulls away, his slitted pupils expanded as they move up from your glistening cunt to your pinched expression.
He grins and the sharp teeth make your clit throb. Gripping your arms, he slips your hands over his head to wrap around his neck. Moving up your body, he kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth greedily. You whimper to taste yourself on his lips.
His claws slide down your ribs making your breath stutter, exhaling a gasp as they wrap around your waist.
“So soft,” he murmurs, “just wanna sink my claws in you over and over.”
He slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, standing to his full height where your head nearly brushes the roof of the cabin. Turning, he sits down on the couch with you in his lap.
“You seem rather human,” you mutter, eyes taking in his body as you straddle his waist, legs tucked on the outside of his thighs.
“Easier to enjoy a soft thing like you when I’m like this,” he laughs, clawed hands digging into the meat of your hips.
“It’s just surprising,” you shrug, arms still tied around his neck.
His eyes gleam white before settling back into their usual blue; he shifts on the couch before a smooth cat like tail slips from behind his body to wrap around your waist.
“Better?” A smug look crosses his face.
You hold back the laugh bubbling at the base of your throat; maybe you’ve lost your mind, maybe this is some weird hallucination brought on by whatever you ate, but a monster trying to impress you before fucking your brains out is something you never would have dreamt in your wildest fantasies.
“What about your face earlier?”
He rolls his eyes, “That’s so boring. Don’t you wanna see if I have two cocks or something?”
This time you do laugh, a small sound that you quickly stifle under his gaze. He jostles you as he pulls you down onto his bulge making your breath hitch from the sheer size of him.
“The answer is yes by the way,” his grin widens at the same time as your eyes do, tail tightening around your middle in excitement.
Burying his face in your neck, he mutters, “You seriously smell so good.”
His fingers move down and tease across your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips to drag slick up from your hole all around your bud. He lets go to remove his pants (which you’re not even sure how they’re still on), having you raise up on your knees as he shoves them down and off.
Once you settle back down on his lap one of his dripping cocks is sandwiched between your pussy lips and the other presses against the front of your mound, uncut head smearing precum on your abdomen, making you clench around nothing. From the looks of this one, both are thick and long, definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before.
“Eyes are up here,” his snarky tone pulls your attention back up to his face.
You shake your head, “How—“
“One at a time, silly,” he nips your neck, “then once you’re stretched enough, we can try both.”
His voice drops a lower octave, “But you’ve also got two holes that we can try out, too.”
Your eyes flutter as your cunt oozes slick all over his cock making him laugh.
“You’re really interesting,” he sloppily kisses your neck, “never had someone so excited before. Usually have to rape their little cunts in their sleep.”
You whimper and he raises up to smirk at you.
“Were you hoping for the same thing? Mmm, all half asleep as I stuff that pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “too tired and weak to push me off as I rape this tiny hole til I’m pulling out and covering you with cum.”
You grind down against his cocks as your nails digs into the back of his neck making him smile into the feeling.
“You’re such fun,” he tilts his head, eyes glittering, “just for that I’ll give you a little treat.”
Your mouth drops open in shock as he changes between one blink to the next; his entire face morphs to that of a smooth animal skull, bright eyes flaring from the empty eye sockets. He bares his teeth at you in what you hope is a smile.
“Ta da!” His voice comes out distorted and echoey, octave low and strange.
A high keen slips past your lips as he eases the head of one of his cocks into your cunt.
“You’re so wet,” he praises, “god, ‘m so lucky to get a little freak like you.”
You want to argue against him, but it’s hard when this monster is slowly sinking his fat dick into your spasming hole, stretching you out so good.
He pauses when he’s only halfway inside, holding you still with his huge hands until you’re squirming.
“Please,” you whisper, frustration making tears bead your lash line.
“Awww,” he coos at you, “since you’ve been so good, I guess you can have it all.”
And with that, he drops you down on his lap like a stone, cock bullying all the way into your cunt until the fat tip is bruising your cervix making you wail.
“Too rough?” He smirks.
You nod and slump against his chest.
“Must like it,” he mocks, “this pussy is gripping me so tight, don’t know if I can pull out.”
You shudder and drool on his pecs as his cock kicks inside your overly full pussy. His other cock drips precum all over your lower abdomen from where it’s sandwiched between you two.
“Untie me,” you’re able to slur out, slowly tugging your arms over his head.
He squints at you (or the skull seems to insinuate squinting) and uses a claw to slice through the tattered shirt binding your wrists.
Sighing, you rotate your hands before placing them on his chest and dragging them down. You watch as his muscles jump and twitch under your smooth palms. Finally, you cup the base of his other cock and slowly pull down the foreskin. You drool a line of spit down onto the head and precum blurts from the tip of his dick.
He snarls and pulls out only to roughly fuck back into your pussy. Whimpering, you’re only able to loosely grip his second cock as he jackhammers into your soaked cunt.
“Sensitive, huh,” you murmur, eyes half lidded as they gaze up into his skull face.
He whines at your words, grinding his tip hard against your cervix making your eyes roll back, “Been so long since a pretty thing wanted to play with me.”
Your hands grip his cock and begin to jerk him off firmly, spitting down on his tip to make it wet and messy.
His tail, which you forgot about, slips lower down on your waist and lightly teases across your clit.
“Oh,” your eyes move from his slackened jaw down to watch his soft tail slowly tap and rub across your swollen clit.
Your cunt squeezes around his cock rhythmically as he teases your bundle of nerves until you’re rocking against him. His claws let go of your hips to wrap around your thighs, spreading you open until he can see his cock pounding into your drippy hole.
His tail helps you lean back some so he can leverage his hips into rolling thrusts up into your pussy. Your hands shakily keep stroking his other cock,completely covered in spit and precum.
His tail smacks across your clit and your orgasm hits you hard. Your toes curl and spine arches as your cunt clenches down on his thick cock like a vice, milking him until it must hurt but he only groans in pleasure. Your hands go slack and he grabs them to toss over his broad shoulders.
He presses his mouth right against your ear, low baritone making your cunt spasm and clench around his fat cock.
“Gotta pull out, little human,” he chuckles when you whine, “mmm, I’ve got to cause if I cum in you, we’ll be mated. And you wouldn’t want that, would ya?”
Your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to pierce his skin and he purrs, “Unless you want me to fill up this sexy little pussy and keep you forever.”
You bounce what little you can down onto his dick, hands moving up to his horns to grab onto them. Feeling cockdrunk and unhinged, you swivel your hips to fuck him harder, wanting everything he has to give.
“Wanna feel it,” you sigh as he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, “fill me up, Leon.”
He growls, a loud inhuman sound that makes your skin crawl and a bolt of fear spike through the arousal. Instead of letting go, you grind down even harder, pussy feeling sore and sensitive.
“You want me to cum inside you?” He sounds pained and when he tilts back up his skull face has morphed into the one he wore earlier that night.
“Uh huh,” you pant and bring up one of your hands to cradle his jaw, hips swiveling down to prevent him from pulling out, “or are you all talk?”
In a flash, he has your back on the couch as he pins you down in a mating press, legs pressed open wide by his clawed hands.
He snaps his teeth in your face, “You don’t even know what it means to be bred, do you? I’ll have this fat cunt stuffed so full you’re dripping my seed for days. You’ll beg for it constantly, needing me to breed your cute little hole cause you feel so empty.”
You whine, hands coming up to wrap around his horns again, “Promise?”
He growls low in his throat and smashes your mouths together, his sharp teeth cutting your bottom lip so the taste of blood flavors your kisses.
“Promise,” he mutters against your mouth before licking up the blood tinging your lips.
“Gonna mate you all the time,” he mumbles against you as he pistons his hips deep into your swollen pussy, “have you cumming on my cock until you can’t even think anymore.”
You moan and pull him back in for more sloppy kisses, “Please, please, Leon, cum in my pussy.”
His second cock’s weeping so much precum, your stomach is a sticky mess, but it just makes you squeeze down on the cock inside you even more. Leon has flipped some switch in your brain because you feel like you’ll die if he doesn’t spill inside you.
“You promised me both,” you pout, tears clinging to your lashes as his cock presses into your cervix, “promised to stuff me with both.”
He groans brokenly, hips shuddering as he bucks into you one last time, spilling his thick load deep into your cunt at the same time his other cock spurts rope after rope of hot thick cum all over your body, jizz shooting all the up to your chin.
He groans like an animal you’ve never heard of as he dumps load after load into your pussy until it’s spilling out around his fat cock.
“Mated,” he sounds happy as he sinks his teeth into your neck making you scream out.
He pulls back with bloody teeth and that’s the last thing you see before passing out.
~*~*~*~
The warm slant of sunlight from the bedroom window shines into your eyes and you roll over with a grumble. You raise up quickly once you remembered where you were, only to see Leon lounging on the bed next to you eating a bowl of cereal as he watches the small portable tv on the dresser.
“These movies are so dumb,” he scoffs, digging into your Count Chocula cereal, “they always go overboard on the transformations.”
Your bleary eyes squint at the small screen and see what looks to be The Thing and you frown at him. Pushing yourself up, you slump against his side, body feeling overly sore (the same as your sensitive cunt).
“That better not be the last of it,” you mumble against his arm, making him turn his bright eyes over to you.
“No, but good morning, little mate,” he purrs, setting the bowl down on your nightstand so he can roll over on top of you to pin you down to the bed.
You whimper and arch up into the soft kisses he presses against your neck. The blanket slips down to his waist as he grinds his cocks against your needy pussy. He eases the head of one of them inside your hole, making you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist.
“Gotta fill you up again,” he chuckles, “sucking me in like I didn’t spend all night pounding this little pussy.”
“Leon,” you whine, nails scratching red lines down his back and making his hips thrust into you.
He fucks you slow and soft, rutting into your pussy as his other cock is sandwiched between your thighs.
“Perfect,” he sighs happily, “can’t wait to give you both.”
Eyes fluttering, you moan and pull him down fully on top of you, his heavy weight squishing you into the mattress. He growls and snaps his hips harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you clench down on him.
“First pussy I’ve ever got to creampie,” he coos against your ear, “so taboo to mate a human, but damn if I don’t love fucking this tight cunt. S’all mine now, I own this tight little pussy.”
His words wring your first orgasm of the day from your sore body, pussy walls fluttering as you cum around his fat cock. He moans low in his throat, hips rabbiting harder against you as he chases his own climax.
His blunted human teeth bite down on your neck as he buries his cock as deep as he can in your pussy, pumping his load right against your cervix as his other cock spills wet and hot between your legs.
“Fuck,” you whimper, clit pulsing as he stuffs you to the brim and paints your thighs white with his thick cum.
He pulls away with a grunt and snuggles into your side. With a soft giggle, he nuzzles against the bite mark he left on your shoulder.
“Can’t wait to show you off. Chris is gonna eat shit,” he crows in your ear before kissing your jaw.
“Chris?” you tiredly ask, twisting to look at the top of Leon’s head.
“Yeah he’s the asshole who scratched up my ribs. He’s a part of what you humans would call my pack,” he leans up to kiss you on the lips, “don’t worry, I’ll introduce you after you’re settled in.”
“What?” You frown.
“I’ve got a place not too far from here,” he gushes, eyes shining excitedly, “you’re gonna love it. It overlooks the river and everything.”
“You have a house?” Your brain feels like it’s lagging behind.
“Of course, silly,” he kisses your neck again, “you’ll come live with me. I’ll take care of you, never have to worry about a thing.”
“Quit my job and just move out here?”
“It’s not like you liked it anyway,” he rolls his eyes before climbing on top of you, pinning you down again.
His cocks rub against your cunt making you whimper.
“I’ll take such good care of you,” he murmurs before kissing you, strange tongue licking into your mouth.
Whining, you suck on the thick muscle as he rocks against you, cunt oozing creamy slick and cum all over your thighs.
“Keep you forever,” he groans, pulling back to prop his weight on his forearms, “got me addicted to this little human pussy already. Definitely not letting you go.”
A high pitched moan slips from your lips as he slips the head of both of his cocks into your cunt.
“Mmm, can’t fit quite yet but we’ll get there,” he laughs, “let me just slip the tips in for now.”
Your thighs tremble as he rocks the first few inches of each cock into your used cunt. He relaxes on top of you, letting your pussy cockwarm his dicks as he bites and kisses at your neck. He moves up to kiss you, all wet and messy, making you whimper and cling to him.
It doesn’t take long before you’re rocking against him, slowly fucking the heads of his cocks in and out of your stretched pussy. He sighs and purrs into your kisses as he tongue fucks your mouth. You can feel as his teeth change against your lips, sharp points digging into the sensitive skin.
He works you for what feels like hours, just slowly sinking inch by inch into your spasming hole. His precum and your slick have soaked your thighs all the way to the bedspread underneath. It’s a wet mess between your thighs, but all you can feel is the pleasurable pain of being too full.
“Never had someone take both like this,” he rumbles happily, nosing against your jaw, “god, what a perfect fucking pussy. You’re taking me in so well, such a good fucking girl.”
You hiccup a whine at the praise, walls fluttering against the stretch of his dicks.
“Yeah? Like being my good girl,” he nips at your earlobe, “you’re the best I’ve ever had, so fucking lucky. Can’t believe I own a slut who likes being DP’d.”
Your nails dig harshly into his back as your toes curl, his words making you burn hot all over.
“Like that?” He mocks, “like that I own you and your pretty pussy?”
His tail slips between your bodies to spank your clit making you cry out and rock against him harder.
“Leon,” you slur out, tears slipping from your eyes due to overstimulation.
With a groan, he buries both cocks to the hilt inside of your clenching heat. Your pussy feels stretched to the limit, overwhelmed by the sheer size of both of his dicks. You gasp and mewl, feeling like you can’t breathe from being stuffed so full.
“Shh, shhh, I’ve got you,” he kisses your cheek, “taking me so well. Tight little cunt just made for me, huh?”
Not able to think, you just babble out nonsensical words, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. It’s not going to take much to make you cum.
“Aww did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs, “wet little pussy just can’t handle me can she?”
His tail smacks across your pudgy clit and your orgasm slams into you, making you squirt around his cocks, too spread open to clamp down as tight as usual.
“Oh fuck me,” he hisses, grinding himself deeper, making you wail as you continue to gush around him.
“Got your cute little pussy to squirt,” he moans excitedly, “fuck, that’s so hot.”
He growls and you watch as his eyes shine before his body shifts into that monstrous form you saw last night. He’s huge, caging you in with his skeletal and strangely jointed body. You whimper and move your hands up from digging into his shoulders to the horns coming out of the skull he’s wearing now.
He pulls out only to bully his fat cocks back into your well used pussy. Eyes rolling back at the pleasure he’s wringing from your body, you moan and grip his horns tighter making him buck harder into you. A few more thrusts and you’re cumming again with a weak cry, pussy walls fluttering and milking Leon’s dicks.
“My mate,” his distorted voice rumbles, hips fucking roughly into your spasming hole, “gonna breed your little pussy, fill you up with my hot cum.”
All you can do is mewl and whimper underneath his body, feeling as he fucks harder and harder into your cunt until he’s finally burying himself all the way inside. His tips knock and rub against your cervix which set off fireworks behind your eyes as you cum one last time.
Hot thick spurts of cum shoot out and quickly stuff your pussy full. Your abdomen looks bloated from how much Leon’s pumping inside your body. He’s snarling against your neck as he humps your pussy, dumping load after load into you until it’s dripping out around his balls.
You must black out cause the next thing you know, you’re leaning against Leon’s chest in the bath. Whimpering, you weakly grasp onto the hand he has trailing across your stomach.
“Finally awake,” he chuffs against your hair, “how do you feel?”
“Sore,” you croak out, throat feeling scratchy.
One of his hands clasps yours while the other slides across your hip to your swollen pussy.
“Leon,” you whine, “I can’t.”
“Shhh,” he kisses the side of your head, “let me make you feel good, my perfect little mate.”
His fingers quickly tease and rub across your sensitive clit until you’re rocking your hips up with the motion.
“There we go, good girl,” he sighs, “let me play with that cute pussy. Feels so good to have my fingers on your little clit, huh?”
“Mm hmm,” you arch back into his chest, thighs parted until they’re touching the sides of the bathtub.
“Want me to slip inside? Want my cocks to stuff you full of cum again?”
Your body feels molten with the arousal pounding through your veins. He shifts and both cocks are pressed against your cunt between your thighs.
“‘M always so hard around you,” he whines in your ear, “you smell too fucking good, wanna eat you up.”
You shudder as his sharp teeth press against your neck, fingers dipping into your cunt to trail back up and smear slick across your pudgy clit.
“Come on, I know you can cum for me,” he kisses your neck softly.
In next to no time, your thighs shake as an orgasm crests and sweeps through your tired body, making you tense all over before going totally limp against Leon’s body.
“Good girl,” he purrs against your back, hands rubbing at your waist, “can’t wait to take you home.”
Humming, you relax, letting the warm bath lull you into a sleepy state. Leon goes off on a tangent about introducing you to everyone as soon as possible as well as moving you into his house. While you listen to him talk about your new home, you think to yourself that being mated to a monster like Leon isn’t the worst thing in the world.
I wanted to chip into the op anon- Raccoon!Hybrid who sleeps during the day in theirs and Leon's closet- They made it like a den with pillows and blankets so they can actually have a dark place to rest
Also, Raccoon!Hybrid who is sensitive to smells (Raccoons hate hot peppers, garlic, peppermint oil, onion, and epsom salt???) So imagine Leon cooking with something like Garlic and he just hears one of the windows open and reader is hung halfway out, inhaling the fresh air- Their tail is just deflated and everything
god i'm learning so much about raccoons lately.
it's probably hard for reader to explain at first why exactly they can't stand when Leon cooks savory foods cause he seems so upset that reader's that bothered by his cooking :'(
and i feel like almost any hybrid! reader would have some form of attachment to Leon's clothes since that sense of smell is usually bonkers being half animal.
one of my family's dog, Avery, will actually do this very thing by toppling any laundry basket when no one's home to chill inside.
actual photo evidence of her in precarious situations from 2018/2019:
Okay, have you seen gone girl? That one movie where this guy is framed by his wife for killing her, but reader and Leon are the ones solving it, I THINK'LL A GOOD STORY MAN 😭😭 (idk I really like cop fics 😂)
I SAW YOUR OTHER ASK AND YES!! though I haven't personally watched gone girl yet (i'm currently binging breaking bad it's getting serious) but reader would MOST DEFINITELY be Leon's higher up to some extent.
reader testing leon through each step of the investigation would be so silly;
"Okay rookie, what's the first step in solving a murder?"
"We-.. uhh.. we take pictures of the crime scene?"
"No. We secure the scene, then we take pictures."
"Rightrightright-" *says while furiously scribbling on a little notepad he pulled from his pocket a minute ago*
I wanna share a silly brainrot- Hear me out- Racoon!Hybrid Reader
Always wandering off to just hoarde and touch things
Rather than wadhing their food before eating- Reader just obsessively washes their hands before, during and after every meal
Is constantly bringing random stuff home. Leon doesn't mind, but then sometimes it's like a hood obrament off of a car and he just, "Again?"
"Might I interest you in this treasure...It'll cost you five grapes- no...8 grapes...No...The whole bag."
On top of the casual theft of small items- Their nocturnal-ness may or may not stress Leon out just a tiny bit because he feels like one night they'll just wander outside and so he had to invest in special locks for the doors and windows
😔 "Can't have shit here."
"I got you some movies if you're bored. And extra snacks."
i wanted to wait until i was at work to respond so i could do this
i'm still learning how to draw people and i'm very burnt out still so this is janky and proportions are definitely off but you get the general idea.
leon just tryna go to bed but his nocturnal raccoon hybrid partner keeps hiding food in the bed (it's almost winter they're just being prepared smh)
here are some leon arm pics to soothe everything over cause i have no motivation or drive to write as of late (he only does it like twice but i love the face scrunch)
small explanation below the cut just in case
i don't wanna air out my dirty laundry, but as a simple rundown; i'm unfocused, depressed, and i get random paranoia episodes from time to time, so i'm struggling a bit right now!
on top of that, i'm having to do a LOT regarding my job (aka, getting a union involved cause there's so many violations that need addressing) AND with the weather getting colder, barometric pressure increases, thus rendering all my joints stiff and painful. there's only so much preventive action i can take before it becomes too much of a challenge unfortunately.
obviously im still going to be writing, it's just not going to be as consistent as it's been before. maybe one every week.
okay thank you here's me giving you guys a cup of whatever you like to drink!
i was thinking of seahorse hybrid reader x leon where it’s mating season and reader really REALLY wants to put their eggs in leon and see him carry their babies 😭😭😭 but ofc biology is a thing and jdjxkcjcjccj breeding kink methinks
i saw art from glacier and it was leon as a seahorse hybrid and they said now they could get him pregnant. it's the opposite of this but you get the idea.
we gotta get this man pregnant. one way or another he will be pregnant. impregnate him.
I thought it would be fun to make a post of the type of music I listen to when I'm writing while also providing music recommendations cause i love finding new music myself. obviously I'll add more as I go along
I use music to help with feelings (like angst, love, fluff, etc) since I struggle conveying those naturally and I only really use apple music because spotify has always evaded me, so I'm literally just going to write each song and then link it on youtube 😭
also heads up, my music taste is EVERYWHERE so there is no rhyme or reason to any of this
Fluff/Happy Mix:
Fall On Me by R.E.M.
Fresh by Daft Punk
Keep Feeling Fascination by The Human League
Around and Around by John Denver
Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits
Feel It All Around by Washed Out (don't mind me, just adding Washed Out's entire discography here)
You'll See It by Washed Out
Angst:
Veridis Quo by Daft Punk
Face to Face by Daft Punk
Wicked Game by Chris Isaak
It's Raining Again by Supertramp
Take The Long Way Home by Supertramp
Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol
Goodbye Again by John Denver
Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve (this is a very specific type of angst I feel)
Belong by Washed Out
Phone Call by Washed Out (this version of the song can only be found on youtube)
You and I by Washed out (again, this specific version is only on youtube)
Clap Intro by Washed Out
What Once Was by Hers
Just Wait Til Next Year by John Maus
Sprawling Idiot Effigy by Nero's Day at Disneyland (I do not suggest you listen to this one unless experimental music is your thing cause I tend to listen to Nero's Day at Disneyland when I am too under-stimulated to write)
(In) Love:
Love Story (Instrumental) by Lana Del Ray (I put this on loop for hours it's such a beautiful instrumental)
Digital Love by Daft Punk
Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking
There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths
Linger by The Cranberries
Annie's Song by John Denver
The ENTIRE Paracosm album by Washed Out (trust me on this one it all flows as one song)
Eyes Be Closed by Washed Out
Amor Fati by Washed Out
Everything in You by Adventure Time (ft Half Shy) (the Fionna and Cake series ruined me)
Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues, London Festival Orchestra
Baby I'm Yours by Cass Elliot
Stay by Oingo Boingo
Spice 😈:
not a lot of this yet since i tend to listen to my BG music when writing smut
Lose Yourself to Dance by Daft Punk
Make Love by Daft Punk
Hurt/Comfort:
Something About Us by Daft Punk
Instant Crush by Daft Punk (ft. Julian Casablancas) (I really like Daft Punk)
Why (12" Version) by Carly Simon
Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac
Dreams by Fleetwood Mac
Back Home Again by John Denver
Poems, Prayers, and Promises by John Denver (I also really like John Denver)
Kids by MGMT
The Ghost Inside by Broken Bells
Andromeda by Weyes Blood
Luck by Washed Out
Far Away by Washed Out
Fly Away by John Denver
General Scene Building/BG:
now this is my favorite part since these are what I use most often when writing. you can pick out obvious tone indicators here in the titles 😭
a way i've learned to tap into certain feelings for when i'm writing is by using my own feelings on personal experiences, so a lot of these playlists i'm linking I have a lot of personal connection to (also because they're all so damn specific)
you're inside the last memories of a dying person (playlist) by nobody
you're an astronaut lost in space (playlist) by nobody
i feel like i've been here before (playlist) by nobody
|| nobody here || Silent Hill fog core playlist by Armand Tormo
February 22, 2001 - A liminal playlist by Dan
recalling moments of a christmas that never happened (playlist) by nobody
you're visiting the grave of an old friend while remembering the moments you spent together (playlist) by nobody
you found a place where spring is eternal (playlist) by nobody
you're staring at the ceiling while creating romanticized stories in your head (playlist) by nobody
you're walking under the golden trees watching the melancholic leaves dancing in the air (playlist) by nobody
Lost in the Poolrooms (a visual vaporwave mix) by K1K1n
Music for Vibin' on Jupiter's Hydrogen Sea (vaporwave mix) by olimar124
Unknown Songs (Lost Media Comp.) by Christopher Cherigo (one of my hyperfixations is unknown songs lololol)
