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ok but,, the creature, Adam, being so pent 👀 up around the one he is emotionally and very much physically attracted to, not really knowing how be with somebody, and his love having to help him get some relief ? (he may get rough but it is 100% WANTED lmao) I'm talkin avoiding them cus he's feeling himself falling into base animal feral instinct until his companion has had ENOUGH 🔥

OK YES… this goes back to my lil blurb ab finding him in your barn.. bc u basically saved him and are the first person to really care about and nurture him..

he would be very, very attached to you. he loves it when you pat his head or when you cuddle up to him on a cold night. he’s a sucker for physical touch.

he’s heard stories about love and romance from the novels he’s read, but he still doesn’t know how it works. he’s sure he loves you, but the two of you don’t kiss or fuck like the couples in some of the books he’s found.

he thinks about what it would be like to touch you in that way. the thought of even kissing you makes his cock ache, and he isn’t sure why. it’s painful and annoying, and it leads him to grow super frustrated.

he’ll be very cold and short with you, which isn’t usual for him. he goes back to sleeping in the barn instead of sleeping on the floor of the cabin by the fire, or curled up at the foot of your bed.

he was no longer content with the gentle affection you showed him, yearning for something deeper and more intimate. whenever the two of you did interact, he would stiffen around you, his gaze lingering far too long.

you confront him one day, and of course, he’s immediately defensive, denying that he’s been acting weird. hes even more tense than he’s been lately, and you know his words are all lies.

his last straw is when you place your hand on his thigh. it was meant to be an innocent gesture, something to show him that you were there for him and that you cared.

his nerves ignite from your touch, his body stiff as a board. then, he suddenly jumps up, his chair crashing to the floor behind him.

“don’t… do that!” he exclaims, his voice deep and booming.

it makes you flinch, taken aback by his behavior.

“why not?” you bite back, standing up as well.

“because…” he starts, voice low and body tense. “because it affects me.”

you blink. huh?

“what do you mean?” you ask.

he growls, the sound low and deep in his throat. “you make me feel… things.”

you seem to be even more confused by his confession. “what… things?”

he doesn’t know if it’s his sexual frustration, or the act of having to explain his words to you, but he’s close to snapping.

“you know what things.” he hisses. “you make me feel… desire.”

you don’t know what to say for a moment after that. how are you supposed to reassure him? how do you tell him that you feel the same way? that you’ve spent countless nights in your bedroom with your fingers stuffed deep inside you pretending it was him pleasuring you?

you sigh, your head low and your shoulders dropping. “oh… angel…”

“don’t.” he growls.

“look… it’s normal, okay? it’s normal to feel those things. is this why you’ve been so distant?”

“yes,” he finally admits, his jaw clenched. “being close to you… feeling all those things… it’s… it gets overwhelming.”

you sigh again, feeling horrible for the creature. you can’t imagine how many nights he’s spent with an aching hard on, imagining your small, soft body underneath his large, hard one.

“do you… do you want.. help?” you offer, though hesitant and nervous.

he takes a step closer, and your heart rate picks up.

“help… how?” he asks.

you take a step closer as well, reaching a hand out to place it on his chest, avoiding eye contact.

“i… i know you’re overwhelmed. i want to help.” you say, and then you look up at him. “tell me what you need.”

he growls again, looking down at you. one of his massive hands wraps around the wrist of the hand that’s touching his chest.

“i need,” he rasps. “i need to touch you.”

you gulp, and then nod. “o-okay…”

his other hand touches your waist, pulling you against him.

his head leans down, his breath hot on your face and against your mouth.

“you have no idea.. how frustrated you make me.”

at first, he just touches you everywhere, feeling you up. he squeezes your ass, holding you against him tight as he breathes in your scent. he’ll grope your breasts through your clothes, squeezing them.

you realize despite his desire and primal need, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing.

you slide down to your knees unexpectedly, making him freeze.

one of his hands fly to your shoulder, as if trying to stop you. “what are you… doing?” his voice cracks slightly.

“helping you.” you simply say, your hands on his thighs, rubbing up and down. you can clearly see the outline of his cock through his pants, thick and hard. he’s huge.

he stands there, his fists clenching by his sides every now and then as you get to work in relieving him.

he can’t believe how good it feels, how his brain turns to mush as soon as your pretty little lips wrap around his tip. the sounds coming out of his mouth are a mixture of growls, purrs, and the occasional whimper.

you’re having a good time pleasing him, moaning around his dick, heightening the sensations for him.

it feels so good for him, his nails dig into his palms as he fights to keep control. he wants to thrust his hips into your face, but he’s aware that he might hurt you, and that’s the last thing he’d ever want to do.

however, you keep looking up at him with those eyes, your saliva all over his cock and smeared onto your cheek. he can hardly take it anymore, mix that with the sound of your moans and your hands pumping whatever your mouth couldn’t reach.

he’s close to losing it, his growls becoming more prominent as you continue. and then, you gag.

the sound of you gagging around his thick cock makes him let out a feral growl, sounding like a damn beast and scaring you a little bit.

his hand is suddenly in your hair, pulling. his hips are moving uncontrollably, thrusting as he fucks into your mouth.

your moans turn into high pitched whimpers, and all you can really do now is open your mouth as wide as you can. you don’t move, don’t do anything else as he forces his way in and out.

he shows no mercy, his heavy balls slapping against your chin. you’re a mess, a mixture of saliva and tears all over your face, crying out for him hoarsely and muffled as he practically uses you to get off. but you can’t say that you don’t mind…

he doesn’t stop until he’s cumming down your throat, and jesus, does he have a lot of cum. it’s like an endless amount, and his hips keep jerking as your lips suck him dry. you can barely breathe when he finally pulls out, and your voice is practically gone.

unfortunately, or fortunately, that was only the tip of the iceberg. that was supposed to help satiate and relieve him of his desire, but it only made it stronger for him.

he’s unbelievably feral now, like an animal in heat, and he just might be after getting a taste of what you have to offer.

he’s already hard again, and he needs to get you on your back, stuffing his thickness inside your warm, tight holes. he’s not picky.

he’d end up fucking you for hours, seeing how many positions you guys can do it in. he’ll go slow and gentle for one round just to test it out, but he finds out he doesn’t like it that way, and would much rather just fuck your brains out. he’d probably want to do it in every room, maybe in the bath. and he’d certainly end up breaking your bed.

he’ll think back to when you got on your knees for him, and make the connection that he could probably do that for you, too. he already loves your pussy, but tasting it? it’s a whole different field for him. he’s addicted.

by the time the sun comes up, you’re spent. your body is sticky and covered in cum, your muscles sore and weak, your poor little pussy abused.

but the best thing about the creature is that despite his desires, he’s gentle at heart. the whole next day, he’ll care for you and nurture you just like you do for him :D

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Creature X creature my heart :(( imagine in her early stages she finds some of Elizabeth's old jewellery but her hand eye coordination isn't quite there so she struggles to clip a necklace on, getting frustrated and angry at herself but the creature calms her down and puts it on for her 🥺🥺

stopppp this is so cute ::((

i just know he absolutely lovessssss watching u navigate your new world, just as he had done before you. but lucky for u, u have him :)

i feel like he’d love just watching you. he can’t help but smile when you trip over your own feet, when you gasp when you see a deer for the first time.

he loves reading to you and teaching you how to read, too. you always pick out the books with pictures, though. you love looking at all the paintings, the fancy dresses and of course, the jewelry.

exploring the large tower is always fun. you love feeling the silk sheets of every bed. you didn’t really pay mind to anything else in the room, but your interest is piqued when you see a pretty box sitting on the vanity in one of the guest bedrooms.

you reach for it, bringing it closer by dragging it across the fine wood. you struggle slightly to flip open the lid, but it doesn’t even matter when you see the pretty and shining jewels.

the creature is watching from the doorframe, a smile on his lips. he isn’t sure if you know he’s there, but it doesn’t matter to him.

you let out an audible gasp upon the sight, your eyes wide and full of wonder. you reach for the one necklace that catches your eye in particular. it’s lined with tiny pearls, a red gem in the center, hanging low.

to him, you looked like a child playing with its first toy. you bring it way too close to your face to examine it at first. you pull it away from your face, then close again, willing your eyes to focus on the necklace.

this brings out a deep chuckle from the creature, causing your head to look his way. you laugh with him, then turn to look at yourself in the mirror. you bring the necklace up, and the creature takes a step forward.

you’re not quite sure how a necklace works, exactly. once you get it in place, you let go, thinking the necklace would attach automatically. it falls onto the vanity with a soft clink.

you frown, picking it up again, albeit struggling a bit there, too. the creatures brows furrow, wondering why you just let it drop.

until you do it again, and again, and again…

you whimper out in frustration, your face scrunching up as if you were about to cry and throw a fit. you were very close to that, anyway.

“having trouble with that necklace, are you?” the creature is behind you now, his deep, grumbling voice echoing in the room.

you turn to him, frowning, and you nod. you bury your face against his stomach, letting out a pitiful whine, as if it was the end of the world.

his face softens completely, his amusement or concern gone. he pats your head, moving your hair away from your neck.

“It’s alright, little one..” he says softly.

he bends down, picking up the necklace in his big hands. he turns you slightly so that you face the mirror again as he loops the pearls around your neck. you eye it curiously, watching his hands disappear behind you when you hear a soft click.

his hands let go, and the necklace stays in place. you gasp again, and then look back up at him in awe, as if he was a magician.

his heart seemed to skip a beat as he met your gaze. he wasn’t used to someone looking at him like that, acting as if he hung the moon and stars, or seeking comfort from him.

a small, crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. his fingers, still lingering on your neck, move up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. he leans in a little closer, towering over you.

“looks beautiful on you, my love..” he says softly, and you smile.

“beautiful…” you echo, looking back into the mirror.

“you… you are beautiful.” he says, your guys’ eyes meeting in the mirror.

you don’t say anything then, still admiring the jewelry on your neck.

he bends down to kiss your forehead, gently.

he helps you put on each piece of jewelry just so you can see how it looks on you, even if it takes all day. he doesn’t even care, just seeing you happy is enough for him. :((

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WE NEED MORE CREATURE SMUT PLEASE ❤️‍🔥‼️❤️‍🔥‼️❤️‍🔥‼️

SINCERELY,

THE MONSTER FUCKER COMMUNITY

hehe on it!! feel free to send in ideas too 👀

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imagine teasing The Creature about his sexual urges…. </3

you, as a tiny little human, find the large, ‘horrifying’ creature living in your barn. instead of shooting him, trying to kill him like most would do, you befriend him.

you have to keep him a secret, of course. your father would hurt him if he found out, maybe even hurt you.

you find solace in the creature that you’ve never been able to find in anyone else. he listens to you talk with stars in his eyes, and it makes you feel special. there’s something about him too, maybe it’s his huge stature, his kind eyes, his long hair, his musky scent, his deep, growling voice. but it leaves you sometimes squeezing your thighs together whenever you’re near him.

you give him books you find in town, letting him read them. you give him all of your old novels, some of them a little feminine and you’re sure he wouldn’t be interested in them, but, oh well.

he reads them anyway. even the dirty ones.

you catch him reading a romance novel one evening. you sit down next to him on the old cot, his makeshift bed in the barn.

“a romance novel? is it good?” you ask him.

he clears his throat. “….good.” he answers. “…beautiful.” he pauses on a particular page, a scene detailing intimate contact between the male and female protagonist.

you lean over him slightly to read it better. “do you know what they are doing?” you smirk, a slight hint of tease in your voice.

he starts to breathe harder when he feels your body brush against his. he glances down at the book, his brows furrowing. “touching…” he whispers, his fingers grazing the page. “touching skin… intimate.”

“yes, intimate..” you say, bringing his hand to rest on your thigh. the two of you were used to touching one another, however, platonically. this time, it feels different, he knows it does.

“you know… it’s supposed to feel really good.” you say, still teasing.

“…good.” he whispers hoarsely. “feel… good?”

“mhm.” you nod. his hand grips your thigh, hard.

you giggle, which only seems to heighten his frustration. he was still working on emotional regulation. this wasn’t easy for him.

“need you…” he says.

you laugh.

“that’s inappropriate, angel.” you say.

“I don’t care.” he says, his hand nearly crushing your thigh now. his voice is rough, borderline feral. he’s not thinking anymore, not bothering to. he’s simply a wild creature caught in the thrall of desire.

you continue to tease him, though. he’s a sweet, naive creature. he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he barely knows what sex is.

but when you push him too far, when your hand brushes purposefully against his crotch, he finally snaps.

you thought you had the upper hand here, silly you. but you were no match to his strength.

before you know it, you’re a pretzel on the floor of the barn.

he rips your skirt easily, causing you to yell out in protest.

“quiet.” he snarls, his hands rough as he feels you all over. his calloused and clumsy hands tumble with your underwear. it’s clear he’s never done this before, but his body is taut with want.

he spreads your legs, stilling. he stares down at your pretty puffy, pink folds.

you stare up at him, watching as his face contorts in curiosity, eyes full of lust. his hand reaches out, his middle finger sinking between your chubby lips.

you suck in a breath, hips pushing up slightly.

“wet.” he says.

“please,” you say, all of a sudden desperate. you hump his one, meaty finger.

it pleases him, he watches in awe how your soft organ pulsates, leaking all over his hand. he wonders how it would feel if it was his dick instead.

he keeps his finger between your folds as he eagerly pulls out his cock with his other hand.

you gasp. he’s huge.

“wait-“ you protest as he guides his thick and hard length to your pussy. but he doesn’t insert it. rather, he replaces his middle finger with his cock, letting it rest against your cunt.

you sigh, and he growls. the heavy, warm weight feels good against you. you reach down to spread yourself open, letting his cock nestle deeper between your lips.

he grunts, beginning to rub his cock against your pussy by slowly thrusting his hips.

your head throws back as you let out a drawn out moan, which catches his attention. he thrusts hard and fast against you once, then twice, and so on, making your breasts bounce through whatever remained of your dress.

“want… you…” he growls. “beautiful…” he says, his eyes staring at your bouncing breasts.

he starts to get desperate, his usual low and growling voice reduced to needy whimpers as his hips move faster and faster.

his cock slips, the tip catching on your clit and your back arches. he leans over you in an instant, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent, growling in your ear.

“please..” you whimper, almost a cry.

his cock slips again, and he thrusts, full force, but his tip catches on your entrance this time. you’re suddenly penetrated by his thickness. upon realizing he can actually enter you, his large hands hold the backs of your thighs and he pushes your legs up, folding you in half, preparing to fully sheath his cock inside of you.

to be stretched by him was a feeling you never knew you could experience. you scream, loud and unashamed.

the creature only speeds up his pace, grunting, his hot breath on your face.

you feel a sharp pleasure, a mix of discomfort and overwhelming fullness, whimpering and crying out.

“feels… good…” he groans into your neck, his instincts telling him to bite the soft flesh there.

the way you react to the bite has his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you, has your toes curling and you see stars.

his sex drive is almost unbelievable, using your body over and over again until you beg for mercy.

even after your coupling, he begs to stay inside of you, loving the feel of your warmth around his cock.

he’s gentle after each time, though. cuddling you and speaking softly, a huge contrast to how he likes to take you. he can’t stop touching your body as if he needs you to survive. he loves to kiss your neck especially.

you may have thought that you were in control in the beginning, but he proved you oh so wrong… and you may or may not address him as master now :p

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Monster’s Companion

The Creature x creature f!reader

cw: Frankenstein (2025), 18+ smut,

an: me coming back from a 2 year hiatus to write ab the creatures sexy ass bc there r no fics yet which!!! is a crime. hi. very very, rough draft btw, i haven’t written in a while but i hope this feeds yall!!! mwa <3

His incessant plea was ignored time after time.

Victor’s actions reflected that of his own father’s. He had spent the last few years engrossed in his work, strategizing and theorizing on ways to not only create a new life, but to cheat death. The project took his brains, the handiwork of a full team, and countless sleepless nights, until one faithful night, his creation was born.

The Creature.

However, just like his father, perfection was expected. When perfection was not achieved, Victor’s first instinct was to shun his creation. His absence from The Creature’s life lead him to fend for himself. In solitude, he learns about the world and human nature. This own surprise, he felt human emotions. One emotion in particular, one every human must feel at some point: loneliness.

“I need you to make a companion for me. One like me. We can be monsters, together.”

Victor returned to his laboratory once more. Perhaps it was guilt that drove him, or perhaps obligation. Whatever the reason, he resolved to undertake the work again. One final time.

Just like the night The Creature was born, a heavy storm settled over the tower. Lightning flashed ever so often, leaving loud booms of thunder to echo against the stone walls. The Creature stood, watching intently as Victor ran about his laboratory, soaking wet from the hard drops of rain.

Upon the table lay a small figure, skin stitched together just like the one before her.

As soon as she took her first breath, Victor was gone.

The Creature felt fear like he was just born again. What does one do with such an innocent creature, when he barely knew what to do with himself in the first place?

You are startled awake by electricity, your body feeling like it’s on fire. Pain shoots through limbs that don’t feel like your own. Confusion in your brain, unable to speak or think, really.

“You…” He starts, unsure of what to do, or say. Should he reach out to touch you? Oh, yes! The restraints…

He unties you from the table, purposely touching your skin as he does so. You feel cold, wet from the rain, but there’s no mistaking the way his heart warms from just touching you.

“You… You’re real..” He says, his voice deep.

You stare at him, your eyes big and doe like, just like his. Your hair is long, your frame small in comparison to his. You were just like him, skin stitched together, the discoloration. He knew what you were. What you both were. Monsters. But to him, you were so, so, so beautiful.

He remembers his first days of life. Chained to a cold, steel table, alone and confused.

“Re…Real…” You speak, your voice dry and strained.

The Creature’s eyes widen. Your voice sends his heart racing.

“You speak…” He says, his large hands reaching out to hold yours.

Upon his touch, you walk forward, more like stumble forward, falling slightly into him.

“Careful..” He says, his voice already carrying a note of protectiveness as he reaches out to steady you.

His gaze wanders over your naked body, both curious and a little greedy. It takes everything in him to not bury his head into your neck, breathing in your scent and feeling up your body. He knows he can’t. Yet.

You look up at his towering height, curious and naive. You reach up, touching the long strands of brown hair.

A flicker of longing and disbelief crosses his face. He had been so touch starved, longing for a companion and now he finally has it. Every brush of his skin against yours had him feeling dizzy with need.

Your fingers tangle in the Creature's hair, sending shivers down his spine. He inhales sharply, his grip on your waist tightening. It had been so long since anyone had willingly touched him, the feel of your small hand in his hair was almost overwhelming. He let out a soft groan, closing his eyes briefly.

The Creature leans his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed. One hand comes up to cup the side of your face, calloused thumb brushing your cheek with a feather light touch. Another low, shuddering sound escapes him, a sound like a wounded animal.

His thumb travels, tracing the patchwork skin of your face, his breath warm against your nose.

“You are… beautiful.” He whispers.

“Beautiful…” You repeat.

The Creature was no stranger to knowledge. He had to learn things on his own. For days, weeks, months, he gave it his all to teach you everything he had learned over the past few years.

The tower’s library was full of books that you and The Creature would read everyday. Slowly but surely, your intelligence was picking up.

You are sitting in the grand bedroom that you and The Creature share, the room that once belonged to your creator, Victor.

You stare at yourself in the vanity mirror, sitting on a fancy stool as you brush your long hair.

The Creature stood in the doorway, watching you. It was a sight he'd become familiar with over the past few weeks, your daily routine of grooming and preening. Even as a monster, your feminine nature shone through.

He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes follow your every movement, taking in the way your hair glimmered in the sun from the windows, the slope of your neck as you tilted your head. He said nothing, opting to observe quietly.

After a few minutes, he pushes himself away from the door frame and crosses the room. His steps were heavy on the stone floor as he comes to stand behind you, towering over you where you were sitting. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, a dark, unreadable look in them. His hands come to rest on the vanity, boxing you in from behind. His fingers come up to brush the side of your neck, a light touch that erupts goosebumps on your body.

He lets out a deep, guttural sound. It was almost a purr, a sound of contentment. You sigh, his touch bringing you relaxation.

He leans down, his breath warm against the back of your neck. His fingers trace the lines of your spine, gently. Every touch was a claim, a possession. He continues this silent, possessive act for a few moments, the room silent other than your uneven breaths.

You move to stand, to turn around and to be closer to him, when your hand swipes on the wooden vanity, causing one of your fingers to splinter. You yelp in pain, bringing your hand up to look at the damage.

The sudden noise startled the Creature out of his quiet reverie. His hands quickly hover over your injured hand, unsure whether to touch or not. His eyes flicker back up to your face, concern and surprise mixing in his expression.

"You're hurt," he states, his voice echoing in the room. He gently takes ahold of your injured hand, turning it gently to inspect the damage.

You start to whimper upon the sight of the blood. You and The Creature were no stranger to pain. Yet, in your early stages, it still scared you beyond belief.

The Creature's grip on your hand tightens slightly. He could sense your distress at the sight of blood, but given yours and his nature, he knew this injury wouldn't be enough to cause permanent damage.

"Shhh... it's alright," he murmurs, his voice softer now. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls your head to his chest, holding you against him in a protective hold.

"It will heal," he assures you, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through his chest.

The Creature held you tighter against him as you begin to sob into his chest. His large hands run comfortingly over your hair and your back. He lets out another deep, soothing purr-like sound, attempting to calm you with the vibrations.

"You're alright," he murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble in the quiet room. "You're safe." He continues his reassurances, his arms encircling you like a protective shield. He seemed content to hold you like this, to absorb your fears and discomforts into his own body.

Within seconds, he feels the shift in your body as the wound healed itself, the tension seeping out of you. He still held you close, his fingers tracing soft patterns over your back.

His grip on you loosened a little as he felt the last traces of pain disappear. He pulled away just enough to look down at you, his eyes scanning your face. "Better now?" he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smirk.

“Oh...” You laugh, looking down at your now healed finger. You look up at him with a childlike smile, your cheeks wet with tears.

The Creature's smirk widened at your laugh. He brought a thumb to your cheek, wiping away any lingering wetness. His fingers traced the lines of your face, grazing over your lips and lingering there.

"You're crying over something that can't kill you," he murmured, a note of dark humor in his voice. "You never learn to be more careful, do you?" There was fondness in his tone, as if berating a disobedient child.

Reading was essential for you and The Creature. Often times your days would be spent curled up on the couch by the fire, both of you reading separate books while still touching in some way.

You seek out The Creature one evening. His nose is in a book, the flicker of the fire illuminating his skin, one eye casting an orange glow.

You stand before him, feeling the heat of the fire on your back.

“I found.. a book.” You start, feeling a little shy.

He looks up, a faint smile on his lips just from the sight of you, dressed in your white robes.

“A book?” He repeats. “And what sort of book is this?”

“There’s a princess..” You start. “She’s saved by sailors.” Your english was getting better by the day, as was your pronunciation of words.

“She has a lover.” You continue. You still didn’t quite grasp the concept of love fully. It wasn’t territory The Creature had ventured to yet. “And.. the man. I imagine he is you. They say he is tall, and big, and protective.”

The Creature listens intently, his brows furrowing as you speak. There's a strange gleam in his eyes, a mix of confusion and... something else.

"The princess... and her lover, the sailor?" he repeats, his mouth twitching at the corners. There's a flicker of something in his expression… something unreadable.

"You... see us in this story?" he asks, setting his book down. "You see me as the sailor?"

You seem to hesitate, and then you finally nod. “Y…Yes.”

There’s a tension in the room as silence falls between the two of you.

You continue. “I read a part where… the princess swears a vow of eternal love and devotion.. and then…”

The Creature's jaw clenches as he listens to you speak. His eyes, dark and intense, never leave yours.

"And then?" he prompts again, his voice low and raspier now. He knows what's coming, but he needs to hear you say it.

Your brows furrow, your mind working in overtime to try and convey what you just read to The Creature.

“They… they went to bed. But not for a slumber.”

He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry.

"Went to bed... but not for slumber," he echoes back, his voice a low rumble. "You mean they... they lay together." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

You nod, hands fidgeting in front of you.

The Creature's body seems to grow tauter with every second. His eyes rake over your form, a look of intensity mixed with something dark, something dangerous. Of course he knew what you were talking about. He’s read countless of those types of novels. He’d thought about the two of you together this entire time.

"You read... you read about their... union," he says, his voice a low, hoarse whisper. "And you imagine... us."

You nod again.

The Creature's eyes narrow as you nod a second time. There's now a predatory gleam in his eyes. A dark, dangerous edge that wasn't there before.

"You imagine us... together." The last word is a growl, a rough rumble from deep within his chest. "You picture us...together, lying together." His voice drops lower, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

Your brain continues to work overtime, trying to figure out just exactly how to proceed this conversation.

You close your eyes, your mind replaying the scene in the book. Just for this moment, you pretend to be the princess. She’s brave, crass, confident. Her attire accentuates her breasts. Her entire being is seductive to men. You remember the words of pleasure described in the book, and you want to experience it, even if you didn’t fully understand it yet.

The princess was far from modest. Based on the novel, you conclude that men find breasts attractive. So, what do you do? You pull down your robes far enough to expose your chest to The Creature.

The Creature's eyes drop to your exposed flesh, and he sucks in a sharp breath. His face hardens, his jaw clenching. His eyes are black as night, dark and serious. A muscle in his jaw twitches as he struggles to control... whatever this new feeling is. There's a long moment of silence, punctuated only by his heavy pant, a wild animalistic sound.

He stands slowly, towering over you. He takes a step towards you, his movements jerky, ungraceful. But his eyes never leave your chest, drinking in the sight of your exposed flesh. He stops a few steps away from you, his chest rising and falling with every uneven breath. He seems to be struggling with something — a mixture of desire and frustration.

He lets out another shuddering breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, a raw hunger in his gaze that you've never seen before.

"You... you shouldn't do that," he rasps, his voice hoarse and raw. His fingers twitch, as if he's barely holding himself back from reaching out and touching you.

“Please… I want to.. feel it.” You say.

The Creature's eyes widen slightly at your request. He inhales sharply, a mixture of disbelief and need crossing his face.

"You... you want to feel... it?" he asks, his voice hoarse and rough. A shiver runs through his body, betraying the hunger he's struggling to contain.

“Pleasure.”

The Creature's eyes darken, if possible, at the utterance of that single word. The word 'pleasure' seems to awaken something deep within him, something primal.

"Pleasure," he echoes back, a low growl in his voice. "You... you want me to give you pleasure?" There's a desperate hunger in his eyes, a desperate plea for something he doesn't quite understand.

You nod.

The Creature's eyes scan your face, searching for any signs of hesitation. But he finds none.

He takes a step closer to you, his body taut with tension. His eyes rake over your exposed chest, taking in every curve, every line. He seems to be fighting an internal battle within himself. His hand twitches, his fingers desperate to touch you. It takes him a moment, but then he finally reaches out. His fingers brush against the skin of your chest, his touch light. His fingers trace up the valley between your breasts.

Your body shudders, his touch already feeling so much more intimate than you’re used to. Immediately your nipples harden, just from the sight of his large hand near your breasts.

The Creature's eyes darken at the sight of your nipples hardening, a low growl echoing from deep within his chest. His fingers continue their path, tracing over one of your nipples in slow, reverent circles.

His other hand comes up to grip your waist, his fingers splaying possessively against your skin. His grip is almost bruising, but you get the sense it's more instinct than anything else.

“You're so beautiful,” he says, his voice gravelly and low.

His fingers continue to swirl around your nipple, alternating between light, soft strokes and rougher tugs. His other hand slides up to grip your other breast, his palm pressing against your flesh.

His hands are large, his fingers easily enveloping your breasts in his grip. He begins to squeeze, his fingers finding both of your nipples and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger, a groan escaping his lips.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs.

You moan on instinct, pleasure shooting through your body at the feel of his large hands fiddling with your nipples.

The Creature's eyes widen at the sound of your moan, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. His eyes are fully black as he seems to be losing control quickly, his grip on you tightening.

His hands leave your breasts, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close your body is pressed against his. He groans at the feeling of your pert nipples against his skin.

He's tall enough that your face is level with his chest, and he buries his face in your hair, his hands clenching around your waist. His breath is hot against your neck, coming in short, heavy pants.

“You feel so good,” he whispers, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist. “You're so beautiful... so, so soft... so perfect.” There's a note of desperation that sounds almost painful in his tone, as if he's holding back something primal. He inhales deeply, his chest rising against yours.

“Take me to bed..” You request softly.

Something in the Creature snaps at your request. His grip on you tightens even more so, almost bruising, and he lets out another animalistic groan.

“Take me to bed,” was all he needed to hear.

Without another word, he swoops you up into his arms, cradling you to his chest in one swift motion. He starts to carry you to the grand bedroom bridal style, his steps quick and purposeful.

The Creature carries you into the room with a roughness that contrasts his earlier hesitation. He kicks the door shut behind him with his foot and crosses the room in long, ungraceful strides.

He tosses you, almost carelessly, onto the bed. He towers over you as you bounce on the mattress, his eyes dark and hungry as they rake over your form.

He strips off his shirt with swift, jerky motions, the fabric falling to the ground with a soft thunk. His chest is broad and strong, his muscles tensing under his scarred skin. His eyes never leave yours as he lowers himself onto the bed, his body moving into a half-kneel, half-crouch position above you.

He reaches for you, his hands sliding up your legs. His fingers grip your inner thighs, spreading them apart as he situates himself between your legs. His hands slide further up, reaching up to grip the top of your robes, which were resting under your breasts.

“You're so small...” He mutters, almost to himself. He tugs your robes all the way down, his hands moving with no hesitation.

The Creature lets out a low, guttural sound as he stares down at your naked form. His hands slide over your now bare skin, exploring every inch of you with a desperate reverence.

“You’re so delicate,” he murmurs, his voice raspy and rough. “So tiny and fragile.”

His fingers trail up your legs, spreading you wider. His fingers move higher, grazing over your glistening mound. His breath hitches as he feels the brief heat and wetness of your tiny cunt, and he lets out another low groan. His fingers slide back down, teasing your entrance.

“You're wet,” he states, his voice low and harsh.

You pant, your body feeling hot all over and a feeling of desperation you’ve never felt before.

He digs his fingers into your thighs, pinning you to the bed beneath him. His mouth descends to your neck, his breath like fire. His lips trail up to the shell of your ear, his voice a rough rasp.

“I've never felt anything like this...never wanted anything like this...”

He continues his journey downward, his lips moving down to your chest. His mouth closes over a nipple, and he flicks his tongue over the sensitive peak. You arch against him, your hands finding their way to his hair, your fingers tangling in his brown locks. He lets out a muffled, guttural groan as he flicks his tongue over your nipple again, his hands moving to grip your waist, holding you still.

While he’s pleasing you so well already, you’re desperate to see him, now.

Your hands push his hands away, and he lets out a low growl — a sound that's somehow both warning and encouragement. He watches as you sit up, your fingers grazing over his stomach. You can feel his muscles clench under your touch.

His hands move to the waistband of his trousers, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He seems almost desperate to get them off, his eyes never leaving your face.

His trousers join the pile of his shirt on the floor, and you get your first good look at his naked form. He is all muscle and sinew, his body marred by scars and stitches from his haphazard creation. However, there is an undeniable beauty in his form, in the way his muscles flex and move under his skin.

Your eyes trail low, widening as you take in the sight of his cock. It’s thick and heavy, the head already leaking slightly onto your thigh. He’s a sight to behold, all power and raw, unbridled masculinity.

His hands grip your hips again, rougher this time, his fingers digging into your skin. He pulls you closer to him, dragging you down the bed and closing the last remaining distance between you.

He’s on top of you now, his body pressed against yours. You can feel every inch of him, every muscle flexing under his skin. You can feel his cock, hot and hard, as it brushes and rubs against your clit. You involuntarily grind against him, instinctively seeking more friction. He growls again, his hands moving to your legs, spreading them wider.

”You’re so small and tight…” He groans. “I don’t want to hurt you…” He says, concerned, eyeing your tiny, little opening.

“Why would it hurt?” You pant, not knowing what was coming next.

The Creature can’t help but let out a low chuckle, the sound deep and raspy. Although the two of you were both inexperienced, you still were miles more naive than him. “Because I’m bigger than you, little one.”

His hand slides down between your legs, his fingers trailing through the mess of your arousal. He lets out a low, guttural sound, his eyes dark with desire.

”And you’re so tight and wet…” he murmured. “So tight around my finger.” His hand gripped your hip, his other hand slipping his pointer just barely past your entrance.

You whimper, your back arching again. He watches your face closely, his pointer finger gently rubbing back and forth inside, until he decides he can’t wait any longer.

The Creature lines himself up with your entrance, his eyes still never leaving yours. He presses the head of his cock against your opening, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels your heat and wetness. He was huge, and his tip just kissing your little hole was already enough to feel the stretch.

"Take a breath, princess.” He commanded and you nod obediently, inhaling sharply as he started to push into you.

The Creature stretched your tight walls, making you gasp and groan as he continued to push forward.

“Oh! Oh… m….mmm,” You begin, no actual words coming out of your mouth as your body writhed and squirmed on the bed beneath him.

The creature curses, his hands going to your hips to try and hold you still. You were stretched so wide around him, and he was trembling with the effort it was taking him to be gentle.

You grip onto his arms, your nails dig into his skin, but the pain only seems to add to his pleasure. He moans again, his head rolling back as he sank even deeper inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured. “So perfect.” His teeth clench together, his words slipping past. You clench around him, drawing a gasp from his lips.

The Creature’s grip on your hips tighten again as he finally starts to move. Slowly at first, then faster. He pulls out almost all the way, only to sink back in again, deeper than before. He was rough, almost feral with his need. You could feel him everywhere, filling you up. The veins on his cock were prominent, rubbing against your walls deliciously.

You still squirm beneath him, gasping as unintelligible words fall from your lips. The feeling of him inside of you is overwhelming. You moan loudly, your hands desperately reaching for him, needing to touch him somehow.

He leans down, his teeth grazing your neck, his mouth hot on your skin. He picks up the pace again, his breaths coming in gasps now. His fingers dig into your hips, surely leaving marks on your soft flesh. Your small hands come up to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly just to make those animalistic groans fall from his lips.

His hands continue to roam over your body, as if he couldn't get close enough. He was rough but loving in his movements, his hips snapping against yours with a relentless rhythm. You swear you can feel him in your tummy. His balls are heavy and warm as they slap against your skin.

You whimper loudly, your hands move to desperately grip his back, your nails clawing at his skin. He moaned lowly in response, his hands moving between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed and teased, matching the pace of his thrusts. Your mind was a hazy mess, unable to think of anything but the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

“You’re mine.” He growls, a declaration of his ownership over you. “You’re my love.”

Your legs lock around his waist, your body writhing beneath him. Your hands clawed at his back once more, your fingers desperately trying to hold onto him. You both were so so close, so close. His thrusts became more sloppy, his fingers pressing more fiercely against your swollen and needy nub.

"Please," you begged, “Please, please, please—“

The Creature moaned at your desperate pleading, his fingers working desperately to bring you both over the edge. He could feel it himself - the heat coiling in his gut, the pressure building in his spine. He grit his teeth, willing himself to hold on just a little longer.

“Please,” you begged again, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He growls, his fingers rubbing your clit faster in a clumsy motion. You were both right on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain. You both felt like you were being torn apart, unmade and remade in this one moment. You both felt more alive than ever.

You practically scream as you feel your climax incoming.

Your pussy clenches and squeezes around his thickness, causing his thrusts to halt momentarily.

Your eyes roll back, your body stilling just before you hit your peak, and then shaking violently as you cry out with pleasure.

It felt so good and The Creature never wanted it to end, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a rough, guttural groan and bit down on your neck as he climaxed, his fingers still working you through your own orgasm. You cry out again, your body arching against him as you felt his hot seed fill you up.

He collapses on top to you, his body heavy and panting. He rests his forehead on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest. His cock was still buried deep inside your warm cunt, kicking ever so slightly as you continue to milk him dry.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was your shared breathing, both still trying to come down from your high. But soon, The Creature finally rolled off of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty without him. You whimper as he pulls out, the emptiness almost a pain.

“Shhh, angel.” He lay on his back beside you, still panting, still struggling to catch his breath. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. He needed to touch you, to feel your body against his, even after your intimacy. His hands roamed over your skin, his touch possessive and needy.

He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, your warmth seeping into his flesh. He couldn't get enough of you, of this moment.

You rest your head on his chest, your hand coming up to caress the scars there. It was an odd sight, your small hand against his rough, scarred skin. But it felt right, comfortable almost.

The Creature lets out a low rumble deep within his chest, almost a pur. His hands gently ran up and down your back, his fingers running over the delicate bumps of your spine. He couldn't seem to get enough of your touch, his hands constantly seeking out new parts of you to explore.

He seemed to be fascinated by the texture of your skin - so soft and smooth compared to his. His fingers ghosted over your skin, tracing the lines of your collarbone, the curve of your hip, the slope of your waist. He was fascinated by your every feature, his hands seemingly unable to stop exploring.

The Creature could feel your eyes on him, and his gaze shifted to meet yours. His expression was softer than you had ever seen before, a mix of awe and contentment. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it made your stomach flutter.

"You're staring," he murmurs, his rough voice breaking the silence.

“I love you.”

The Creature's eyes widen at your sudden confession. He was silent for a long moment, just staring at you in shock. He had expected many things from you, but that was not one of them.

"You... love me?" he repeats, his voice rough. He looked almost... vulnerable.

You nod shyly.

"Yes, I do." You confirm, your hand coming up to brush the strand of white hair behind his ear. "I love you."

The Creature closes his eyes at your touch, a low noise rumbling from deep within his chest. He leans into your hand, his hands coming up to cover yours.

"You love me," he repeats, his voice laced with shock and disbelief, but also... hope? He opens his eyes and looks down at you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of insincerity. But he found none. Just pure sincerity and... love.

His hands squeeze yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. He swallows hard, trying to find the words.

This was all he had longed for.

“I love you too, princess.”

He couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

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y’all i’ve been working on a real dad leon fic for weeks i apologize for being so ia 😭 my brain isn’t working rn and i’m a lil lazy i miss y’all tho

[sicbaby]

Ur writing is literally so yum !! I love it, the way you write Leon is so good, all the detail u put into ur works makes ur writing feel soft as silk on my brain fr

PLS THANK U BABY that means a lot coming from u :(( i love ur writing sm i think we might share a brain <3

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sended this to another acc i really like but ill send this here too :p

vendetta!leon with the biggest corruption kink ever and the girl (reader) that lives in the house just next to his, that always make sure to wish him to "have a good day" when she sees him and gets all red when he says it back, that when she bakes something she always make sure to save some to give it to him, and she tries to have a "friendship" with him so bad but he always seems to ignore her

and he does tries to ignore her because he knows he is def not a good man, he knows it so he always try to show to her that he is not a person, but shes just too stupid to realize that to the point that it makes him a little annoyed and worried for her, it still makes him hard lol

i love vendetta leon cause let’s be real he’s the biggest piece of shit alive and he’s an alcoholic so added bonus! i fantasize about him treating me like shit… anyways.

i imagine reader being a bit of a bimbo of some sort. like so dumb in the brain that there’s absolutely no room for sad or depressing or actual real thoughts that would ruin her day. and leon’s the exact opposite. all he thinks about is sad, fucked up shit that would probably make you vomit on the spot. but he likes that about you, your innocence. it makes him a bit sick, realizing he wants to do nothing but take advantage of you and expose you to the dark thoughts he has.

he can’t deny you’re sexy. those short skirts and low cut tops that have your breasts practically spilling out when you wave good morning to him. the crush you have on him is so painfully obvious. leon isn’t used to that. are you his type? not exactly. but he thinks he could have some fun with you.

he doesn’t start getting annoyed until you start leaving shit on his porch. cute notes, food items, weird love letters that look like a middle schooler made them with cute stickers and heart doodles all over. he’s a grown ass adult for christ sake. he rips up the letters, leaves the remnants on the porch for you to see.

you do see it, makes your heart wrench. yet you keep trying. you really, really like him.

in one last attempt at trying to get his full attention, you take over some food to his house, not just leaving it on the porch this time.

leon answers the door with a scowl on his face. he sees the food and your hopeful smile. “come in.” he grumbles, no greeting necessary. it ticks him a bit that you genuinely think you could win him over this way. your heart flutters as you walk in, taking in his messy house, setting the food down on the counter.

“you know, sweetheart. i’m not an easy man to please. yet, here you are…” he trails off.

you’re so nervous, face burning and throat so dry you feel like throwing up. “i-i just.. wanted to be a good neighbor, you know?”

“bullshit.” he responds quickly, makes you flinch slightly. he couldn’t help himself.

“a good neighbor,” he repeats, a dark chuckle following it. “is that really what you think? you think leaving me food and love letters makes you some kind of saint? don’t kid yourself, sweetheart. this isn’t about being a good neighbor. it’s about you wanting something from me. something you can’t seem to get through that empty, pretty little head of yours.”

he enjoys watching your facial expressions. your smile faltering, face turning into uncertainty. he knows he has the power to turn you into anything he wanted. it was too easy. he called you pretty, though!

“you think i’m some prize, some object to be won, don’t you?” he continues. you’re stunned, mouth open slightly, wanting to interject but nothing comes out.

“relax,” he chuckles. “i’ll let you have me. but i want something from you, first.” he says, inching closer to you, trapping you against the counter. his words were not a promise, merely a trick to get you to give yourself up to him. but he probably didn’t even have to “trick you.” one word and you’d be on his knees for him, wouldn’t you?

you nod eagerly, just as predicted. god, it makes him laugh, it makes him hard. how’d he get so lucky? you didn’t even put up a fight. “anything. i’ll do anything.”

those words triggered something in his brain. and you had absolutely no idea what he was going to do to you. he grabs you by the wrist roughly, leading you to his dark bedroom, throwing you on the bed. he starts degrading you, calling you “slut” and commands you to address him as “sir,” or maybe even “master.” (he’s a sick fuck let’s be real, wants you to be his dumb little pet.)

he could see the flicker of uncertainty in your eyes, but you both know you had already given yourself up to him. but that didn’t really matter to him anyway.

he crawls over you, pinning your arms up above your head, kissing at your neck. you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he did so. it made your stomach churn but made your panties wet.

he continues to practically rip your clothes off, muttering things along the lines of “you’re mine now,” “such a pretty little slut,” etc,. every single movement he makes is rough. including spanking, choking, unleashing all his pent up anger, his darkest desires onto you. your pleasure comes second to his.

you’re completely at his mercy, almost like a toy to him. but you like him so much, so you let him :(. you just wanna be his dumb girl.

he ends up fucking you in every single position until you’re a drooling, senseless mess.

not only were you his dumb girl, but you were his slut, his toy, his possession. and in the end, that’s all that mattered to you. at least now, you were finally his.

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how you don’t fuck w/knifeplay but incest is okay

cuz knifeplay is boring I’d rather someone knock my teeth in w their fists

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Neurotic in Pink

Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, Stepdad!Leon, perv Leon, spoiled bratty reader, bratty, mentions of stepcest, masturbation (f), fantasizing, daddy issues, daddy kink, exhibitionism

Since day one you had it out for him, all glares and pouty lips. When your mom lead him up the manicured front lawn of your old house. He had an inkling. When he’d seen the quartz countertops, the smart fridge, the wood floors and big airy rooms. He’d had a hunch. And when he saw you? He knew you were a spoiled little brat.

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Rose print. It’s always rose print. Those tiny little rosebuds on your sheets. Just another reminder of you. Leon picks them up from the laundry basket, holding them up. He pretends he can’t smell your perfume all over them. Leon sighs deeply as he shoves them into the washer. He can’t escape the traces of you all over this house. When Leon had first married your mom, he bought this big house. His old place was a one bedroom cottage he rented since it was close to work. This new house he bought with hard earned money for him and his new wife.Yet somehow you had managed to expand yourself ten times bigger, to fill every corner of it. Leaving out your pink yoga mat in the living room. He found hair ties and bobby pins in the couches. Your make up strewn out on the bathroom counter he shared with your mother. Your sugar scrubs and razor in the shower alongside your cinnamon bun scented soaps. That extra bedroom you took the liberty of setting up your bed with your princess canopy in was supposed to be his man cave goddamn it.

Leon shook his head as a pair of your panties sat lonely at the bottom of the laundry basket, and he tossed those in the wash too. 

Since day one you had it out for him, all glares and pouty lips. He was worried your face would get stuck that way if you kept up like you were. When your mom lead him up the manicured front lawn, up the fancy steps of your old house. He had an inkling. When he’d seen the quartz countertops, the smart fridge, the wood floors and big airy rooms. From outside, the little third story loft. He’d had a hunch. And when he saw you? In that skimpy little baby tee and nails done up perfect, salon blow out and perfect skin. He knew you were a spoiled little brat. No job, not in college. Just completely living rent free and skating through life in a cloud of YSL perfume. You were like a precious show dog. Something fluffy and high maintenance. You gave him a once over. Him, Leon, who worked with his hands and had a blue collar job. It was like you smelled that he wasn’t up to your standards. 

Your mom hadn’t so much as spanked your cute little ass in your entire life. You threw your clothes everywhere. And let’s just say, Doordash will never go out of business as long as you are alive. Leon had offered to start going to pick up your food one time. And now you waltzed up to him with those big doe eyes asking for him to pick up your expensive coffee, or heaps of sushi, or thai food you could never finish. That he had to. Bat your lashes and you had this old man running around all over town for you. When you did cook, you never cleaned up after yourself.

You and Your mom went out regularly on Leon’s dime for mani-pedis and massages. Shopping trips to the mall had Leon digging into his wallet like it was going out of style. Those crisp new bills never seemed to stick around for long. Your hands always grabbing, gimme gimme. Mine mine mine. And he didn’t understand why, but he felt as if tugged by invisible fish hooks to give you whatever you wanted. He actually melted when you’d look so happy and excited after he’d say yes. Even if it was an act to butter him up further.

He felt like he had gained a pomp pomeranian, rather than step daughter. 

You always wanted more. Never satisfied, in the way that only girls like you could be. 

Leon couldn’t fault you for how you grew up, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t his place to discipline you either, that was your mother’s job. You were an adult. So he stood aside and imagined water off a duck's back. Sometimes waterfalls, or ocean sounds. Rubbing his temples as you stamped your foot and crossed your arms when your mom said no to you. For him. Because god knows he couldn’t.

 Sometimes Leon would be in the middle of screwing your mom and get a little too rough with the way he’d tug on her salon curls. Picturing they were yours, just for a moment. Leon would watch as those perfect ringlets would turn loose in his hands. There was something in the act of ruining something perfect. Sometimes he’d shove your mom’s head into mattress. Her lipstick and mascara running as he’d emptied his balls in her. Picturing you, watery eyed with inky black streaks down your face…It made his cock try to fill out again instantly. 

Leon had been a part of his your household for about a year now But it was rocky at first. 

At the very beginning, waaayy back Leon thought you just needed a dad. A real man around the house. The way you clung to your mommy, wouldn’t leave her alone for the first few months of his marriage. It had taken weeks after your initial prickly first meeting until that you began to come around to him. One night after dinner, with your mom in the kitchen washing dishes. His sweet words to you, that turned your cheeks the color of rose petals. You came home from ballet discouraged and achey, bundled up in your fluffy coat. Still wearing your tights and legwarmers when Leon had sat you down for a talk. Like a real parent would and told it to you straight. He knew you didn’t like any of your mom’s last boyfriends. Just like your real dad, they’d all come into your life, then left. One by one. You’d grown cold from men leaving. But Leon promised you he wasn't going anywhere and you could finally let down those walls around him. God it worked. For all of a week. He had seriously miscalculated. Turns out when you weren’t angry at him, you were needy for his attention. Like an addict after the first taste. He really tried to be the dad you needed. He really did.

He showed you what it felt like to be around a stable father figure, someone nurturing and present. Who adored and cherished you. Loved you. It really did a number on your brain. He could see that hidden part of himself slowly coming out around him. The hole your bio dad left in your psyche that needed him. Deep, deep down. 

Leon gave you what you needed. That hug almost felt like you would shake apart. You felt like a little girl again in his big arms, with your head against his pillowy chest. His soft voice cooing and comforting against your hair as he pet it. Holding you like a precious little thing you were. 

Leon thinks that’s how it really started. 

 You’d preen, then come waltzing out of your room in a little nightie or a itty bitty skirt. Practically gagging for him to praise you. For him to dip into your warm, perfect waters. Feel the scorching sand between his fingers, get lost in the breath of fresh air that was your perfume. A ploy, a mirage. Anything to siren him into the lapping waves, only to be sucked into the hidden whirlpool below. To be chewed up and spat out by you. 

He’d seen you around the house when your mom would leave. You would take long showers with the door cracked. Practically inviting him to watch you use that detachable showerhead like a pro. Or when you’d sit in his lazy boy recliner with your vibe on your cute little clit. Yeah, he knows the one. Your favorite: pink with those little bunny ears you love so much. He’d all but died and gone to heaven when he nearly walked in on you in the master bedroom. Two fingers stuffed in your cunt on his wedding bed. On his side. His work shirt pushed up to your nose. Wrapped around you like it was him reaching around you. Cunt making sloppy, schlick schlick schlick noises as you desperately tried to make yourself cum with his scent in your nose. It took every fiber in his being not to pin you down and show you what all those little boys your age couldn’t. He almost did it to, but he didn’t.

You were always in a perfect state of just out of reach and too close for comfort. It was wrong, it was dangerous.He was not falling for it. He couldn’t, it was so wrong. You were dangling yourself like a carrot on a string, and he could sense the trap over his head waiting for him to snap his jaws at it.

Leon resolved to remove that one thing that seemed to fuel your sudden devotedness to turning his self control to ash. 

Attention. Approval. Adoration. 

He pulled back on the reins hard. No more fatherly praise, no more ‘good girl’s. Definitely no more letting you fall asleep on his shoulder on the couch. It hurt him to do it to you, that was the problem. He knew how much it took for you to open up to him. Again, it wasn’t your fault you’d delved deeper and deeper into yourself and came up short of something whole. Empty in ways you couldn’t even begin to fill up. That no amount of material things shovelled into that hole was going to do the trick. Leon hated a part of himself for opening your pandora’s box. Leaving you alone, lonely. Waiting for a fix of his love. Slick with spit, red with need, and wet. So. very.  wet. 

So wet, that he’d tried to repent a little by taking up doing your laundry as a chore. Ease the burden of all those sheets soiled by rutting your cunt on them. Rose print. Rose print sheets. Rose print everywhere. Little rose ribbons on your panites -Leon could see the holes worn in the front where you rubbed your clit raw trying to ease the ache. You were addicted to the pain of it all at this point because it just wouldn’t leave. 

Leon gave a loaded sigh as he unceremoniously dumped the rest of your laundry in the washer. He leaned heavily on the closed lid,shutting his crystal blue eyes. Pinching the bridge of his nose. Even the laundry room wasn’t sacred, you were everywhere. His head drifted. Thoughts streaming into his head. Warm as a flame licking a candle wick. The rumble of washer -no that was your vibrator. The water running into the sheets making them squelch- Nah that was that needy cunt between your legs. His hands smelled like you from handling your unmentionables. Leon unthinkingly clasped his hand over his mouth to let out a sinful growl. The smell of your drippy pussy all over his fingers. Leon let out a shaky breath, freehand drifting to the waistband of his dress pants. 

God, how embarrassing. getting so worked up by just the smell of your old sweat? It was barely even 8am and he was already rock hard trying to do a quick load of laundry and leave for work. He bit his lip, he probably he’d have enough time. Rub a quick one out without being late. 

“”Mom?” your voice drifts from the other room.

Fuck. Fuck. He tucks his cock into his waistband and tries to look casual as you wander. He clears his throat, voice still husky. “Uh, no baby -it’s Leon. In the laundry room.” he calls you voice cracking. The waistband trick doesn’t work so well when his cock is jerking and leaking at the sound of your voice like a guard dog. Down boy. 

Leon quickly breezed past you in the kitchen to the front door. Not giving you any attention as you set yourself up the couch to paint over the chipped polish on your toes. Leon is unrolling his sleeves from his elbows and slipping on his shoes. “Your mom is working late tonight,” he says in a clipped tone, like he was annoyed with you. He even fixes his brows so they are heavy in his eyes. 

You don't look up as you hum acknowledgment. 

“And we're going on that camping trip this weekend. Whether you like it or not.” Leon felt himself overcompensating to not give you any wrong ideas lately. He had this gut feeling, he couldn’t quite place it. Like you were planning something. Laying in wait to catch him lacking. Itching to curl up and strike him in the soft underbelly. “So don’t you dare try to back out at the last minute again. Not like you have a good reason to not go either, you know, like a job.”Leon tries his best to look stern, but youre unfazed. “Uh, okay…” you smile up at him, smile like a fox. “whatever you say, old man."

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STOCKING FILLER !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, filming, throat fucking, ddlg dynamics, creampie, daddy kink

note. the first part to my xmas fics! hooray! starting off very short so i apologise! ignore any typos! this is a part 2 to my fic lovey-dovey if you would like to read that first! if you see typos just know i will detonate :3 not entirely proud of this as it’s slightly repetitive but I promise the next fics will be more interesting! reblogs n feedback is much appreciated!

lovey-dovey / cherry’s christmas ball

Huh. So that’s what you want for Christmas. Cock. What a surprise. Leon didn’t peg you as an icky little perv, his sweet girl can get down and dirty when she wants, but a sex tape? That’s new. Guess he could whip out the old camcorder, make you into a movie star, you’re certainly pretty enough. And with those false lashes on? Yeah, that’ll be a mega-hit, could make a fortune off of it, no more getting skullfucked by monsters in the field, just sticking his dick in all of your tight holes to pay the bills.

“Daddy?” He feels small cold hands on his shoulder. Yelps in a way that makes you giggle.

“Scared me, baby.” Leon huffs out a breath, tucks the letter behind his back, but you’ve got a sharp eye. His little girl knows too much. Daddy tries to keep it out of your reach, it’s for your own good, but you’re so nosy. Curious little thing.

“Why you readin’ my letter?” You wipe your nose on your sleeve, caught the flu over the weekend, doesn’t stop you from peeking over his shoulder 24/7. “That’s between me and Santa.”

“‘Cause Santa said I could,” Leon says simply.

“Nuh-uh, he didn’t.” You shake your head in disbelief as if Leon’s breach of privacy is the greatest betrayal since the whole Judas debacle. He didn’t know you and Santa had terms and conditions like that.

“Well, he did, ‘cause how else is daddy supposed to know what you want?” Leon pats the seat beside him, you go to climb over the back of the couch but he gives you a look. The daddy look of disapproval. You grunt in annoyance and make the short trip over to him. Walking around the sofa is a total pain when you’re sick - perfectly happy to terrorise him though. “Why’re you up anyway?” He goes to check his watch, “it’s midnight.”

“I got cold, daddy.” You tell him, blink up at him with big eyes that tell Leon something’s up. “And, um, I lied to daddy.”

“You lied?” Leon repeats, raising his brow. His girl doesn’t lie. Only naughty babies lie.

“I lied.” You confirm with a solemn nod. “I don’t believe in Santa, daddy.”

Shock horror. Leon clutches his chest. “Why’d you lie to me like that, babydoll?”

“Shy.” Is your plain answer.

“What, like, about Santa?”

“No, daddy,” you shake your head and let out a frustrated puff of breath through your nose, kicking your feet to distract yourself, “‘bout what I wanted from you.”

“Oh, baby,” Leon chuckles, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, draws you to his warm chest and kisses the crown of your head. “What’re you shy about, hm? I’ve had my tongue in your ass.”

Your little fists smack against his chest, muffling your embarrassed whines of daddy into his chest. It makes Leon laugh harder. “All I’m sayin’ is, sweetheart, you could ask daddy anything and I’d do it for you.” Leon is rough and calloused, but for you, he aches to be kind and soft. He’d do whatever you say in a heartbeat. If you want porn, so be it, he’ll fuck you till his dick pops off from overuse. And even then he’d let you keep his disembodied cock as a toy.

You make your recovery by Christmas Eve. Thank heavens. You’re a nightmare when sick, more so in this headspace. Grown-up you is responsible. Knock back two painkillers, cough medicine and settle into bed. Little you? God, she’s wreaking havoc. He had to change the quilt about five times, you said it was too lumpy, too thin, too ugly. Fucking Princess and the Pea. Insulted the duvet his mom made way back when, yeah, it’s patchwork, yeah, it’s ugly as fuck. You don’t gotta say it outloud though. Then you insist on using anything but a napkin to wipe your nose and— God. He’s just glad it’s over. Also means Leon can touch you again. In the way he wants, in the way you want.

Dressed in the pinkest of pinks, you sit on your knees in the middle of Leon’s California king. He insisted on finding that old camcorder, but you looked at him like he was crazy, told him his phone would do the job. The frilled hem of your babydoll rests pretty on your knees, it’s dangerously low cut to show more than just your décolletage, and the cups don’t fit right, a little too tight. You had complained, said it gave you four boobs or whatever that means. Leon patted you on the butt and told you he liked it. What kinda man says no to a big pair of tits? You might be his little girl but there’s nothing little about those, or that fat pussy, Jesus Christ. Had to swap out the matching thong ‘cause it got swallowed up between your fat lips, instead you’ve gone for comfort. Cotton panties printed with these vintage-looking lambs. There’s a blue ribbon dotting the hem that sits snug below your belly button. Through the sheer pink, he can see ‘em. Drives Leon crazy.

The camera counts down. 3, 2, 1. He steps into frame, shaky like he’s got an audience. A rogue hand brushes the front of his pants, you’re making eyes at him, licking the gloss off your lips. “C’mon, baby, get to work.” Leon pinches your cheek when you go to unzip his jeans with your naughty fingers, “Babies don’t use their hands, do they?”

You shake your head, ribbons bobbing along with you. Then you lower your head, take his zipper between your teeth and tug it down in jagged intervals. He’d taken his belt off earlier, knows that would be a little too mean. You can’t even tie a cherry knot with that tongue. Not that Leon can either. You’re pleased to find out he’s not wearing much at all underneath, letting out a hum of delight when his cock springs free, almost hitting you in the nose. What a video that could be Cock So Fat I Give My Girl A Nosebleed!

Very diligently, you run your tongue along his shaft, suck on each ball for ten seconds, then you work the tip. Your cheeks hollow as you take him into your mouth, you gag and pull back with a cough ‘cause he tickled the back of your throat.

“Thought you were a big girl.” Leon snickers at the slightly dazed expression on your face, the stringy spit that’s trickling down your chin, falling in fat globs between your tits.

“I am, daddy.” You insist in that whiny voice.

“Suck cock like a big girl then.” He slaps your right tit hard enough to make them knock together like Newton’s cradle. “C’mere, sweetheart.” Leon tucks his hands beneath your armpits and drags you to the edge of the bed, your head dangles at an angle that’s entirely uncomfortable. The only thing that’s in frame is his bare ass, and that’s not pleasant, but come on. He’s gotta do this.

Leon wipes the fat head of his cock across your pout, you open up like a good girl, he stuffs his dick down your tight throat, balls pressed to the point of your nose. Thinks he hears you inhale, then your little hands come to fondle his fat balls and the no-hands rule flies out the window. “Jesus Christ, you fuckin’ nympho, baby.” He pats your cheek, bucks his hips into your mouth to hear those delicious gag, gag, gaggin’ sounds. Once you’ve lathered him in enough spit, Leon pulls out with a wet pop, drags his balls over your face like you want him to. Nasty little thing.

Panting for breath, you sit up, pressing the back of your hand to your head daintily. “That’s good for you.” Leon comments, “makes your hair grow ‘cause all the blood is rushing to your head, Claire told me.”

“Not true, daddy,” you giggle, rubbing your temple to soothe the bursting pressure. You smile pretty when he lays you back, your head dipping between the pillows. He kisses your cheek, and you take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles tenderly. A soft creature with even softer tendencies.

Leon’s quick to get you out of your panties, hooks his fingers in the waistband and peels the soaked seat from your slick cunt. Much to your embarrassment - he lifts them to his nose and takes a whiff, his tongue pokes out to collect the arousal that’s gathered in the centre. Then he digs into the source itself, presses his nose into your chubby pussy, sucks on your clit like it’s hard candy. The muffled moans he lets out into your cushiony cunt don’t go unheard, so brazen about it, you grow fidgety and pull at his hair. Leon lifts his head, stubble shiny with your slick, licks his lips to catch every last drop. What was he doing down there? Motorboating it?

“Daddy…” You whine, press your foot against his face to stop him. Leon captures your ankle, then kisses the sole of your socked foot, he uses it as leverage, spreads you even further. Till your thighs ache, and your pussy parts ever so slightly, he’s quick to press his cock to your twitching clit. A steady hand drags Leon’s cock up and down your folds, cock catching on your bud each time.

“Look at her, baby, missed me, didn’t she?” Leon coos, his eyes zeroed in on your spread cunt, watching how your hole flutters around nothing. Poor baby. You need his fat cock so bad. Need to be plugged up before you spring a leak. Gosh, he wouldn’t want that. “She’s beggin’ for daddy, hm? Listen to her, she’s speakin’ to me.” He smiles when your drippy cunt squelches, the slick, gushy sounds going straight to his cock as it jumps. Way to give him away. Leon don’t have a tail that wags but he sure does have a cock, and it’s hard enough to break open a piñata.

Up and down, up and down. Leon guides his cock over your clit, and past your fleshy folds, teases your needy hole by stretching you out with just the tip. Then he pulls out. When he finally fucking pushes into your warmth, you squeeze him tight, he sinks in till all of him is wrapped up in your cunt. And you squirt for him. Eyes rolled back into your head, acrylics taking down his chest, back bowing off the bed ‘cause it was just too much for his baby and her precious princess parts.

“Mmmmmphhh!” You let out a squeaky sound into the palm of your hand.

“Yeah? That so, baby?” Leon clicks his tongue, tosses your flimsy legs over his shoulders, tugs down the cups of your babydoll so he can suck your tits.

Another stream of pitchy moans. “Uh huh?” Leon responds, nodding down at you like he knows just what his dumb little girl means.

“Daddyyyyyy!” His balls plap, plap, plap against your perky ass, gonna fuck you till his heart gives out. That’s what you deserve.

“Yeah, darling? You’re talkative today, huh?” Leon cranes his neck and bites down on your nipple, leaves it all puffy. His pace slows, focuses on giving it to you slow and deep, circles his hips so you feel every inch of him. The slow, sticky grind makes a wet noise, a ring of white glistening around the wide base of his cock. You’ve gone and creamed around him.

“Mmmm… Daddy…”

“Aw, is that right my girl?”

Then you bristle, go rigid in his grip, chest heaving and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “Ohhh, is it right there, sweetpea? Yeah? Mhm? Right there? Gonna make a big mess for daddy?” Leon presses down on your abdomen, his dick hits that special spot just right, and his tongue swirls over your nipple.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy,” you whimper, spurting your release each time his cock slams against your cervix, wetting his stomach with each burst. Getting him all messy in the way he likes.

“Alright, alright, keep it down, little lady.” Leon soothes you, his warm hand rubbing your side as you tremble in his arms, breath shuddering until he dumps his load in you.

You go slack beneath him, little hand coming to rub your tummy after his warmth floods into you. He spreads you open to see how your cunt gapes, empty without his fat cock, his seed dribbles out as your pussy contracts, spills down your ass crack. Leon gives your clit one last kiss, ‘cause it’s pretty and you’re pretty, and pretty girls deserve handsome daddies who kiss their swollen little clits.

“Daddy,” you point over his shoulder, brows drawn together as your bottom lip wobbles. Never a good sign. He turns to see his phone has fallen flat on its face. See, this is why he should’ve got the camcorder out.

“Oh, baby, it’s alright,” Leon coos, you preen as he peppers your sweaty face in kisses, “we can just start again, huh? We got all night.”

“But, but, but, daddy, I gotta be sleepin’ when Santa comes.” You blubber.

“Thought you didn’t believe in him, babe.” He flicks your forehead.

“I don’t, daddy, but, will you still fill my stocking? When I go to sleep, daddy?” You’re giving him those big eyes again, batting your lashes. Santa is a ploy to get more presents. He’d figured that out.

“Yes, baby.” Leon agrees to calm you down, “but first I gotta grant this porno wish, don’t I?”

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LOVEY-DOVEY !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. ddlg, daddy dom/little girl duhh, leon feeling guilty for no reason, age gap, princess parts used once, an abundance of pet names, honestly just icky sappy smut, typical stuff like penetration n oral, praise kink

note. haiii :3 so insanely embarrassed to post this it’s insanely icky and soft for me .. but ignore typos as always :333 rbs n feedback greatly appreciated :33 crossposted on my ao3 clitkiss as usual, this is like very.. ddlg like he dresses u at one point but it’s only mentioned briefly

You and Leon are trying something new. Now, he’s no stranger to it, his moonlight trysts with Pornhub show that he’s an expert at it in fact. But that was back in his late twenties. Op in Spain made his brain go funny, and maybe it’s ‘cause Ashley is the perfect subject for it - DDLG that is. She batted her lashes up at, clung to his arms, and she needed him, relied on him. In turn, he spent his days balls deep in videos like Daddy’s Little Girl Punished For Staying Up Past 8 PM, and even classier ones like Big Cock Daddy Fucks Tiny Tit Teen Girlfriend Till She Squirts (ANAL + THROATFUCKING)! Even the occasional Step-Daughter Chokes On Step-Daddy’s Fat Cock While Mommy Sleeps! Very tasteful, very nuanced, very discreet. So yeah, Not to brag, but Leon’s kind of a porn connoisseur. Dabbled in every category.

The DDLG thing got boxed up and shelved away quick. Made him feel guilty, post-nut clarity set in the second he’d milked himself dry. Then he’d lay there for hours with a sticky palm and a heavy heart. Hasn’t thought about it in years, these days Leon’s more into Busty Dom Mommy Pegs Scrawny, Ugly, Sissy Slut In Business Suit! and if he’s really feeling up for it Stupid Fucking Bitch Takes Two Dicks At Once! The titular bitch actually only took one dick at a time despite the two dicks present, quite misleading in his humble opinion. No more creepy daddy stuff though. Those days are over; he hasn’t thought about it in twenty years give or take. Claire sent him this ‘Get porn sites taken down for women blah blah blah’ petition, he signed it, clicked out of the tab and got down to watching some silly slut get fucked within an inch of her life.

It’s more of a boredom thing. Honest. Leon watches porn to fill in gaps of space throughout his day; he nods his head thoughtfully when the man so affectionately titled Blue-Collar Bear slams into the Preppy Spoiled Twink. This is all getting away from him, the point is, Leon hasn’t thought about the dreaded topic of DDLG for literal decades. Then you walk in, and Leon’s sat there listening to you prattle on about Pompompurin and Chococat, an entire lineup of characters that he now knows off by heart.

Oh, is that right, sweetheart? Cinnamoroll’s a puppy, not a bunny? Wow, I didn’t know that, baby, fascinating ain’t it? Miffy‘s from the Netherlands, god, she’s gotta be careful over there in Amsterdam, honey. They don’t call that place Sin City for no reason, the red light district is no joke. Oh, I see, she’s from Utrecht? Ah, guess she’s safe then, I’m glad. What’s her name? That’s your favourite, Cogimyun? That’s a mouthful, ain’t it? She looks like a cloud. No? She's not? She’s a what-? Made of wheat flour? Oh! Well, that’s real funny, baby. Bet she don’t do well on windy days.

You don’t tell him outright. But he knows. Leon tries to tell himself that you’re just like this, that you buy cutesy, girly stickers to make yourself happy, that you fill his bedroom with soft toys ‘cause you simply like ‘em, turn them around when you fuck as a joke. But it’s clear, the headspace you’re left in after sex gives it away, haven’t let the D word slip so far, Leon’s banking on it being soon though.

He pets your head before you leave the house one day, you beam up at him, apples of your cheeks rounded with how hard you're smiling. “Love you, daddy!” You chirp all too loudly, jaw dropping open a moment later at your own blunder. Then you skitter out the front door unnervingly like a deer with CWD.

Called it. Made a bet on it even. Leon takes fifty out of his savings account, owes it to himself. You looked awful upset, he sends you a message, tells you to be safe, text him when you meet your friends. You do. Somehow, even the message is clipped. Poor baby, you’re embarrassed. The colour had drained from his face when you said it. You’d noticed for sure.

You’re younger than him, much younger. Too many years younger. An age gap that makes his head spin. Leon tries not to dwell on it, but it gets real hard. Claire’s always down his throat about it. When you go out in public together, he’ll sneak a hand in your back pocket and get stared down by every passer-by. He’s been asked if he’s your dad before. Blow to his ego. Considered botox and filler for the entirety of the following week. Certainly not your dad, possibly your daddy. Now you’ve cemented that in place - you want Leon to be your daddy, and he’ll fill those shoes.

Even if it leaves a bad taste on his tongue, even if it makes his skin crawl. Leon is willing to lay down his life for you half of the time, best thing that ever happened to him, so what harm is a little DDLG gonna do? He just needs to get comfortable with it, refamiliarise himself with all the lingo. How hard could it be? The guilt? He can get over it, even if it clings to him like a festering scab.

When you come back home it’s late, he barely hears your footsteps. You’ve learnt how to make yourself scarce when returning on late nights, Leon’s a light sleeper. A jumpy one at that. He smells jasmine when you pull back the covers, the mattress dips and he turns to face you.

“Fuck!” You gasp, brows pinched together, he runs his thumb over the divot that’s formed between them. “You scared me, Leon.”

“Not that ugly am I?” He juts his bottom lip out, it pulls a laugh out of you, and that makes him smile. You were emanating gloom and doom the second you stepped into the bedroom. Clear skies now.

“Never, you’re sooo handsome.” You kiss the tip of his nose, smear pink Vaseline on it.

“You know just what I wanna hear, don’t you, baby?” Apart from daddy. He’d make the joke, but you’d likely flip out. Leon shuts his mouth. He’s gotten better at doing that lately. Must be the effect you’ve had on him. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“About today—“

“Leon.” It’s a warning.

“Baby.”

“Leon.” Clearly you want to brush it under the rug. “It was just a slip-up, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so can we just drop it?” Uh, woah, someone’s defensive.

“Baby, it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Leon strokes your cheek, his cold hands warmed by the heat of your dewy skin. It made him mildly uncomfortable. That’s ‘cause he grapples with all these I’m a dirty old man that deserves to be crucified, Claire’s right I’m a fucking cradlerobber, I should let her go, I’ll be dead by the time she’s ready to get married thoughts. You’re this pretty young thing and it makes him tremendously nervous.

“I saw your face, Leon, I’m not stupid.” You’re getting huffy now, fluffing the pillows and turning away from him.

“Babe, I was just surprised, pinky promise.” Leon sticks his pinky finger into your line of sight, there’s silence, then the sheets ruffle and you’ve lifted your hand, shorter pinky wrapping around his.

“Like, pinky swear, Leon?” You sound so small, so scared, his heart aches.

“Baby,” he coos, “light of my life, angel, apple of my fuckin’ eye, sugar, dollface,” you hang onto every word, eyes getting bigger and wider by the second, “I knew the minute you showed me those Sylvanian Families.” You smack his chest and he laughs in your face.

“You’re an asshole and I hate you so much.” When he touches your cheek again, you’re burning up, he places a kiss behind your ear. “Stupid old man.”

“C’mon, baby, you think I’m dumb? You gave them names.” The Persian Cat triplets are named Serena, Nate and Blair. From Gossip Girl of course, he didn’t know what that was. Tedious is his review. Leon thought Henry, Tommy and Jimmy were more fitting names. You didn’t understand the reference. “You buy ‘em little plates and forks and cups, they’re living better than us, baby.” And that’s a fact. You splurged on a Red Roof Country House. Far nicer than his apartment, once empty, now filled with junk like that. No, it’s not junk, it’s his baby’s stuff, trinkets that makes her happy.

“What if I just liked them?” You’re glaring at him, cutely of course, everything you do is saccharine.

“Just adds up, don’t it?” Leon gives you a big, wet kiss on your pouty lips. Tastes roses. Literally. He just swallowed a bunch of pink Vaseline. “What I wanted to say ‘fore you got all pissy on me,” he swallows the lump in his throat, fuck it, how bad could it go, he’s just making his favourite girl happy, “I don’t mind tryin’ it out.”

Rules are implemented the following morning, albeit loosely. Leon doesn’t have a lot of control over things, the DSO has jurisdiction over him, got him by the balls. And in turn, Leon’s just learnt how to take it like a good bitch. You handed him a pink glitter pen and a page from your Hello Kitty notebook. Asked him so sweetly to make a general set of rules, so you know how to be a good girl for daddy. Leon sprung a boner so fast he got nauseous. And that’s not even the sex part of this arrangement. He uses his black ballpoint pen, pink glitter isn’t his thing. Plus, it doesn’t show up on the paper.

You giggle when he hands them over to you; Leon’s ears flush pink. He’ll get better at it, swear. He wants to do well for you. Wants you to feel satisfied with his quote caregiving unquote.

It starts off slow, you hand him your toothbrush in the morning, Leon blinks at you in pure and utter befuddlement. You say Ah! like you would at the dentist and he gets it. Leon sits you on the closed lid of the toilet seat, making sure to get your molars, your canines, front teeth, and all the remaining ones. Five seconds each. Or he tries at least. You’re quite meticulous in this headspace, letting out a disgruntled noise when he fails to be precise.

Then you sit on the mat while he showers, like a puppy, didn’t even notice you were there until he opened the sliding door. “Hi there, babydoll.” Leon wraps a towel around his waist, “whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Waiting for daddy.” You tell him plainly, then trail after him as he gets ready. Right. He’s gotta pick out your clothes. What if you don’t like them? You’re so fussy with your style, spend hours tossing piece after piece out of the wardrobe, stomp your feet when the blouse you wanted to wear is in the laundry. Right now, you’re totally placid, lifting your arms when he asks as he puts you in a ribbed pink sweater and the frilly skirt you’re so fond of, knee high socks per usual, Mary Janes to finish it off. Oh. Yeah. This is bad. He’s in deep. You’re too cute. He thinks he wants to be your daddy forever.

“My dad’s been wanting to see you, Leon.” Ashley’s all grown up now, which makes him feel a bit sappy. Hypocritical really, he’s got a college girl back at home calling him daddy.

Dad… Daddy, I love you, when are you coming home?

Leon blinks to clear his mind, gives Ashley a plastic smile. “How’s he been?”

“Oh, you know how it is, he got a little sick over Halloween, but that guy, he’s always up and kicking.” Ashley brings a vanity out of her pocket, reapplies her lipstick. “Overall, he’s been good.”

Good girl, am I a good girl, daddy?

Jesus Christ, get a grip, man. “I’m glad, should take a rest that guy.”

“I know!” Ashley moves her plate to the side and lays out her entire makeup case on the table, picking out mascara. When he looks closely, her round mirror is printed with a vaguely familiar cartoon bunny. “He never listens, hasn’t been President for decades and he just works and works and works. That’s why you should call, tell him to take it easy.”

“What’s her name?” Leon frowns, jabs his thumb towards the compact.

“My Melody!” She answers, grinning at him with her pearly whites.

My Melody, Kitty, Keroppi, and Mimi, did you write that down, daddy? And there’s—

“Aren’t you too old for that, Ash?” Leon raises his brow, he’s not serious though, and she can tell.

“Hey, I liked Sanrio before it was cool in 2004, okay?” She tosses it all back in her clutch. Ashley’s too nice, if it were Claire she’d bite back with Aren’t you too old for your girlfriend, loser? And that would shut him up. “It was nice seeing you, Leon, I wanna meet your girlfriend next time, she seems sweet. And don’t forget to call dad, I’ll drop his number later.”

Call dad… Daddy? Daddy.

“Leon, don’t you think Chris looks like our dad?” Claire’s hijacked the DSO break room once again, she’s in town for some TerraSave presentation thingy. He wasn’t listening. Eyes glassed over as he gazes endlessly at her phone screen.

Dad. Dada. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.

“Huh?” Leon says dumbly.

Claire levels him with her stare. “You’ve been out of it today, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly, wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

“Uh huh.” Claire’s not convinced. Shit. She totally knows. She sees right through you, Leon. She knows what dirty shit you’ve been up to, can see the shame on your face, and she’s building her case against you. “Anyway,” she begins, voice holding onto it’s suspicious edge, “I was saying, I found this photo album of our parents, doesn’t Chris look so much like dad?”

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Fuck. He needs a lobotomy. Stat. This is taking over his fucking life. A sizable chunk of his brain was removed in his sleep, and it’s been replaced by pink mushy goo. Different to the pinkish brain matter that resides inside one’s head. More a glittery pink goop that morphs into the shape of you. You’re jumping around in there, sliding down the sulci and fissures in his brain, lodging yourself deep in his mind. Making it your playground.

“You’re fucking impossible to talk to, Leon. You know that?” What’d you say Claire? He can’t hear you over the impossibly disgusting, perverted thoughts running through his mind.

The second he gets home, Leon is on you. Face between your tits, knee keeping your thighs open, kissing you breathless. “Daddy!” You giggle, delighted by the wave of affection.

“Babydoll,” Leon rubs his stubble against your cheeks to hear you squeal, “Daddy missed you so much.”

“I missed daddy sooo much too!”

“Oh, yeah? How much did you miss daddy?”

You stretch your arms as wide as they go. “This much, daddy!” Fuck. Holy fucking shit. He needs to start going to weekly mass again.

“Yeah?” Leon peppers kisses all over your little face, forehead to your neck, “what’d ya get up to?”

“Mmm,” you hum, tapping a finger against your lip thoughtfully, “coloured, ate ‘n got sleepy, daddy.”

“What an eventful day that is, baby.” Leon kisses your nose. “You colour something for daddy?” He needs to put his dick in you before he explodes.

“Mhm,” your lashes flutter when he sneaks a hand up your loose sweater, hanging off your shoulders, swallowing you up, “I put it in daddy’s office…” Your breath hitches when he rolls your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Daddy’s gonna hang it on the fridge tonight then.” Leon mumbles, too busy shoving his naughty hand down your pyjama shorts, cupping your mound. Your fingers tremble as you lift the hem of your sweater, baring your tits for him, he takes your nipple into his mouth. Bites down to hear you gasp. Latches on like a damn baby, groping the other tit roughly.

“Daddy,” you whimper, and the sound alone makes his dick twitch. Leon pulls off with a pop, spit dripping down his chin.

“I know, baby,” Leon coos, “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Dirty old man! blares Claire’s voice in the back of his mind. Leon can’t find it in himself to care. Watch this, bitch. “You want daddy to play with your princess parts, babydoll?” You heard that right, princess parts. He’s been sucked in that deep.

You nod, brows pinched together as you bunch up the sheets in your curled fists. Leon clicks his tongue, presses a kiss below your belly button. “Words, baby.” He reminds you, his tone delicate, only lightly chiding.

“Need daddy… need him to play with me,” it’s barely a mumble, but Leon takes it. He knows how jumbled your head gets in this mindset. Poor baby, play with your clit and it turns you all stupid.

Leon gets to work. He’s been waiting for it all day, to get his mouth on this perfect cunt. He spreads you out, urges you to go wider, as far as you can. Licks over the fabric of your cotton panties, his nose nestled against your swollen clit, sucking on the wet patch on the gusset. The constant nudge of his nose against your clit is making you antsy, your chest rises and falls, your fingers itch to tug at his hair, but you’re an obedient girl so you keep them down by your sides. Clutch at the sheets till your nails break.

He continues to lick and suck at your leaky centre through the fabric for an eternity. You have your complaints, but you can’t say no to daddy. That’s, like, against the rules. So Leon has his fun, maybe a little too much fun. You let out a strained noise, and enough is enough, you’re being so good for him, so patient. His little girl deserves a treat. Once you’ve creamed your panties that is.

“God,” you toss your head back and melt when his tongue flattens over your bare folds, he’d thrown your panties into the laundry basket a minute prior, good aim.

“Hey, give me some credit, baby,” Leon takes a break from tongueing you down, “God’s not doing shit down here, it’s all your daddy.”

That makes you giggle. Then you call out daddy so sweetly his brain blanks. He spits on your sticky core, you’re wet enough, but Leon likes it sloppy, wants to feel your mess dripping down his chin. His teeth scrape your clit, pulls the hood back, kitten licks it, kisses it three times for good luck.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby,” Leon places a big hand on your hip, holds you in place, “Daddy didn’t say you could do that.”

“Sorry… ‘M sorry, daddy,” you whine, the hand once clasped over your mouth falling limp, and you’re moaning like a fucking pornstar. He can’t handle it. That word does something to him, something evil and degenerate.

He pushes your cushiony lips together, pinches your clit when it sticks out, makes the nastiest sounds known to mankind. Messy eater. Schlurping, schmacking, gulping. What he’s gulping down? God knows. Two fingers slip into you, knuckle-deep, wriggle around, scissor you open, his palm mashed into your clit. Leon’s face is resting on your plush thigh, admiring his own handiwork. Your slick cunt, drooling all down his wrist, covered his face in it, now you're cumming in messy spurts.

“Atta girl,” Leon croons, lays it on thick with the praise ‘cause he knows you get shy about this, “that’s right, dollface, just let it all out for, daddy, huh?”

Panting, you curl into yourself, kick your legs a little when his nimble fingers find your sticky clit, he can feel you throbbing. “No more, daddy.” You beg, rubbed raw from the back-to-back orgasms.

“Too much, baby?” Leon’s hand comes to cop a feel, his nose pressing into the nape of your neck. “Can you get daddy off?”

The energy seems to zap back into you within an instant. You nod, head bobbing up and down like it should be doing on his dick. You love having your mouth full, keep his cock down your throat till you go numb. Suckle on it with pride and integrity. You gaze up at him with those eyes, heart-shaped pupils and all, blowjob eyes.

“How’d you want daddy?” Leon asks, you roll over, laying flat on your back, you want him like that? Alright, naughty girl. With your head between his meaty thighs, Leon guides his weeping tip past your swollen lips, you lap at the slit, collecting droplets of his precum on your tongue.

“Shit,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, covers it with a cough, he shouldn’t really be saying bad words, not setting a good example for his baby. The suction is crazy, feels like he stuck his dick into the tube of a vacuum cleaner. Your cheeks hollow out as he thrusts his hips forwards, tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag each time. Still take it like a champ though. You always do, his good fucking girl. “Doin’ so damn well, baby, makin’ daddy cum.”

Your little hand comes to rest on his abdomen, Leon eases up, lets his fat cock slip out of your mouth, he thinks you’ve had enough, but you go for his balls instead. Open your mouth wide as you try to fit ‘em in your mouth. “No chance, baby.” Leon smiles, patting your head, you lick along the seam and his dick is fucking throbbing. Hail fucking Mary. “Not gonna last, babydoll, can daddy fuck you now or ya need a break?”

You nod, he raises a brow, “No, daddy, I’m fine, daddy. Need daddy in me so bad.” You croak out, throat sore from the time spent with his cock lodged in your windpipe.

That makes him groan. The non-explicit dirty talk is fuckin’ weird, turns him on in ways he can’t explain. He loves when you dance around the word pussy, can’t say cock, makes it sound even dirtier. Maybe it’s the control aspect. You can’t say those words ‘cause daddy said so, ‘cause Leon said so.

His dick jumps the second he tries to slide in, bumps against your sensitive clit, shit, that hasn’t happened since he was twenty. Leon grabs your ankles, kisses one before he throws them over his shoulders, uses one hand to guide his dick to your sloppy hole and the other is intertwined with your smaller one. Tender, sappy, sweet. Oh, don’t make him tear up, princess. With age he’s softened up. For you Leon has softened up. Brought back part of who he was before it all went wrong.

“My pretty girl,” he pets your cheek like he does the neighbour’s well-fed cat, and you lean into it all the same. He fills you up so well. No matter how much Leon plays with your pussy, there’s always a stretch, and he can tell by the look on your face. Nose scrunching, lips parting, letting out a sharp breath as the weight of his cock knocks against your cervix. “All done, baby.” Leon tells you, and you open your eyes, sit up on your elbows to see where the two of you meet in a sticky, squelching embrace. “Well done, baby, you’re such a big girl, takin’ all of daddy, aren’t you?” Leon presses his hand down on your lower tummy, his cock angles upwards so he can hit that spongy spot deep inside, the one that makes you sob. “Is it there?”

The cry you let out is the confirmation he needs. He bullies his cock into you, fucks you rough ‘cause he loves you. Making love is for mornings, when you’re sleepy and pliant, nasty fucking is for after work. When he’s pent up, when you’ve been on his mind all day. Leon pulls out, only his tip keeping your cunt spread open, then he slams back in, and you begin to sniffle, squeezing his hand so tight you cut off his blood circulation.

“Daddy,” You drop his hand, nails clawing down his back, his lonely hand suffering from a severe case of pins and needles, “daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy!” It’s the only thing you can say. Stuffed your cunt and your head is full of him too. Leon adores you. Prettiest girl in the whole world and you’re here speared on his cock. Dexterous fingers find your clit once more, helping you reach the edge.

“You can do it, baby, don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Leon dips his head down, kisses you and swallows up your sounds, stringy spit keeping the two of you connected. Red string of fate or whatever. “Daddy’s right here, daddy loves you.”

All it took was the L word, and you’re squirting. Pushing his cock out, dripping down his heavy balls, digging your nails into his back, chanting daddy like your life depends on it. And Leon can’t take it, he’s been ready to bust the second he got home, his stomach contracts, spills his seed into your wet cunt. Messy just how he likes it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Leon lets his full weight drop on top of you.

You grunt softly, “Heavy, daddy.”

“Yeah, I know, gimme a second.” Leon grumbles, teeth tugging on your earlobe. “How’d you rate me? Five stars? Ten out of ten?”

You yawn into his hair, “Stop bein’ silly, daddy.”

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thank u for 1k followers omg???????? luv u all my lil babies 🎀

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my leon dark content writers what is happening rn 😭 we’re all being jumped

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dumb ass bitches who don’t understand dark content is quite literally fictional. don’t piss me off. did you know you can block and mute tags? get off your high horse and understand that it is fictional and no one is doing this shit in real life. murder and gore is ok to write and is so normalised. but not anything more than that? dumb as fuck! it doesn’t matter if someone is using dc as a way to cope or out of pure enjoyment, it’s purely fictional.

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Can you stop filling the leon tag with your weird rapey-incest fics and maybe get actual help instead of exposing all of us to that thankssss!

ok i’m gonna answer this one and ignore the others bc for some reason i’m getting jumped in my asks rn???? but i put tags on all my fics, so if you blocked the tags you don’t wanna see then u wouldn’t see my fics. it’s purely fictional and it’s a coping mechanism for me. please just block and move on, this is a safe space for me and my followers who consume dark content. it’s really not hard to block and ignore.