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Porn links that remind me of Leon because why not?

!!These are porn links!! Graphic content, sex, all that good stuff :p

Re2 Leon

-Leon eating his teacher for extra credit

-Leon loves when you play with his cock

-Leon sucking his mommy’s tits

-He loves ruining your panties

Re4 Leon

-bouncing on his cock after a mission

-15 minutes into a movie

-I know he has a breeding kink.

-he likes taking his time with you

Vendetta Leon

-this one just screams vendetta leon to me

-taking care of him while he’s drunk

-drunk and needy

-I just know he’s vocal

Death island Leon

-step daddy Leon after you come home from school<3

-you love it when he chokes you

-daddy leon is such a pervert

-his precious girl

Re9 Leon

-limp dick? He’s still got his hands.

-old man leon loves when you ride his face

-you’ve been a bad girl

-soft morning sex with him

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Incel Kenma breaking into his favorite streamers house🫶 first post on this account 😛

!!DARK CONTENT!!

Warnings: chubby fem reader, female anatomy, non-con, tit play, slight oral(f!receiving), unprotected sex (sheath your sword), panty gag, panty sniffing, creampie, restrains, i think that’s it?

This was the stupidest idea he’s ever had. Why was he even doing this? It goes against every ideal he has for himself. Going out of his way to leave his house, jump a fence, pick a lock—all for what? Some girl?

If only it was that simple. She’s not just ‘some girl’. From the moment Kenma came across her streams he was hooked. Maybe it was her cute set up—her pink kitty headphones, and her soft lighting. Or perhaps it was her content—although she wasn’t that good, it was still endearing to watch her try.

Who was he kidding? It’s much more perverted than that. It’s her soft spoken voice, the way she says his username with a soft “Thank you!” He’s always wondered what she’d sound like whining and whimpering as she’s fucked.

And her pink, chubby cheeks. Her smile defining the roundness. The amount of times he’s imagined stuffing her mouth with his cock and watching her cheeks puff up. Even thinking about it now has his cock aching in his pants.

But he wouldn’t have to imagine for much longer. Oh, no, he would have the real thing soon.

Picking the lock of her front door was easy. Nothing but a standard turn lock mechanism. He was in and heading towards her bedroom in seconds. He recognized the layout of her apartment by the many pictures she posted on her social media.

Right as you enter her kitchens to the left. She’s posted so many pictures of her making her morning coffee. Shes so cute when she’s sleepy.

In front is the living room. A small couch and chair occupy the space with a small cat tree in the corner by the TV. She loves posing pictures of her cat. Speaking of, he’s sitting right on the couch.

On his way towards the hallway he gives the cat a small pet. Almost reassuring the animal that everything’ll be okay. To just ignore the noises they’re about to hear.

Walking down the hallway the faint sound of a tv can be heard. Slowly cracking open the door the noise is coming from he finds her bedroom. There she is, all cozied up in bed ready for him.

She was curled up on her side. Hair messily thrown across the pillows. The blankets were halfway off the bed revealing her body. She wore only an oversized t-shirt to sleep, the fabric riding up as shes twists and turns on the bed. Her panties could be seen peaking out from her chubby thighs.

Kenma had to stop himself from moaning at the sight. His heart was in his throat. This is the craziest thing he’s ever done. And yet…it’s exhilarating.

He took a few steps towards the bed, carful not to make a sound. He slowly pulls the covers completely off her body. She shivers at the sudden cool air hitting her skin. Kenma bites him bottom lip—hard enough to draw blood—as he slowly reaches out to touch her skin.

His cock throbs in his sweats as his fingertips graze her thigh. She’s so warm and soft. He rests his hand flat on her thigh, his thumb gently rubbing her skin. He bites back a groan at the feeling. His cock drooling with precum as he slowly feels her up.

He guides her onto her back. Grabbing duct tape from his bag he—as quietly as he can—binds her wrists together. He pushes her shirt up, revealing her perky tits. His mouth waters at the sight.

He kneels on the foot of the bed leaning down towards her chest. He leaves a few pecks at the top of her breasts. His lips barely grazing the skin at first before becoming more firm and purposeful. His tongue peaks out to taste her mounds.

His muscle drags over the top of her breast. Slowly sliding down to her areola before flicking at her hardened nipple. Her breathing stutters for a moment before going back to its natural rhythm. Kenma checks to see if there’s any sign of her waking up, when the coast is clear he continues.

His tongue flicks at her nipple a few times before his lips wrap around the bud. His eyes flutter shut as he sucks at her tit. A small groan escaping him as his cock throbs against its confinements.

His hand comes up to squeeze and grope at her other breast. His thumb plays with her pert nipple; rubbing, pinching and pulling at it as he sucks on the other one. A small moan escapes her lips, she pushes her thighs together subconsciously.

Kenma pulls back from her tit, a line of saliva connecting his lips to her nipple. He checks her face, making sure she’s not waking up before continuing to violate her.

He kisses down her chubby tummy, his tongue darting out to taste more of her skin. One he reaches the waistband of her panties he presses his nose against her crotch and inhales deeply.

His mouth starts to salivate and his cocks so hard it hurts. He carefully pushes her thighs apart and pulls her panties down and off her body. He runs his middle and index finger through her folds. Already feeling the dampness start to form.

He leans down and kisses her clit a few times. His tongue flicking at it while his fingertips tease her entrance. He sucks on her nub while his fingers slowly push into her. His cock pulsing as he feels how warm she is.

The pads of his fingers prod at the gooey spot inside her. He pulls his head back to look at her face. Watching her eyebrows furrow as soft, breathy moans fall from her lips.

Once Kenma feels she’s wet enough he pushes his sweats and boxers down enough to free his cock. He lines his drooling tip up with her entrance and slowly pushes in. Biting back whimpers as her tight, wet heat engulfs him.

After he’s fully bottomed out he take a slow, experimental thrust. Watching her face to see how she reacts. ‘She’s such a heavy sleeper..’ he thinks to himself.

He thrusts into her wet heat again. This time a bit more forceful. He watches her body jolt at the movement, almost hypnotized by the way her tits bounce and her tummy jiggles. He starts to move at a slow pace. Pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back into her tight pussy.

Soft groans and whimpers leave his lips. His head tilting back as his eyes flutter shut. He starts to go faster, getting lost in the pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, she begins to wake up.

Her eyes flutter open slowly, her mind hazy as she tries to process what’s happening. When the realization hits she starts to scream in horror. Kenma quickly grabs her discarded panties, balls it up, and shoves them in her mouth.

He holds his hand over her mouth, keeping them there while making sure to keep her nose uncovered. He doesn’t want to kill her, just rape her. His hips stutter before speeding up once more. His noises getting louder as he starts to speak.

“F-Fuck—don’t scream. Shhh—mmph!—j-just let it h-happen.” He babbles out between groans and whimpers. Her eyes well up with tears as she bites down on her panties. Her sobs muffled by the fabric and his hand.

“Cmon, d-don’t c-cry. It—shit—feels g-good, right? I-I—mmph!—i-i’ll make you cum, p-promise!” He moves one hand to rub quick, tight circles on her clit. She lets out a muffled sob along side uncontrollable moans and whines.

She weakly thrashes under him but he pins her legs down. Thankful that he finally took up Kuroos offer to go to the gym together. He pistons his hips into her. Leaning down to suck on her tits as one hand covers her mouth and the other holds her hips down.

She whimpers and sobs against his hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. His cock twitches inside her, his balls tightening as he gets close to his peak. His thrusts turns sloppy and his whimpers increase in both volume and frequency.

His hand moves back to rub her clit. Letting out a choked gasp as he feels her walls clench tightly around his length. He hunches over, babbling mindlessly. “Fuuuuck—I’m gonna cum. P-Please, let me cum inside you. I-It’ll feel good, I-I swear!”

She sobs against his hand as she feels his hot seed flood her pussy. His cum leaking out around his cock. Kenma pants for a few moments as the lust finally stops clouding his mind. Realizing what he’s done he begins to panic.

He pulls out, watching as his cum pours out of her quivering hole. He tucks him self back in his pants and grabs his things. Quickly running to her door and leaving her there, tied up and leaking with cum.

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Re9!Leon Kennedy with a rookie agent!reader who has massive daddy issues? I think yes! First post in awhile and it’s Leon!! If this does well i might turn it into a series!

Warnings: major daddy issues, mentions of yelling and screaming, mentions of child abuse, kinda ooc Leon, Leon’s kinda mean at first but he gets better, mentions of reader being in therapy, reader has a panic attack and Leon helps, hurt/comfort

Edit: part 2 has been posted! And part 3! Part 4 , part 5

“Are you serious? Is that the best you’ve got, rookie?”

Leon spits, his tone harsh and bitter. He watched you run the course with disdain in his eyes. As if he was disgusted his rookie was this incompetent. The disappointment obvious as he crosses his arms over his chest and scoffs.

Your lungs were burning. Muscles tenses and aching as you run the course for the 5th time in a row. You were top of your class at the academy, you were the best. Oh, how far you’ve fallen.

You thought you had escaped this. The looming threat of failure. You could never live up to his expectations, no matter how hard you tried. Maybe it was the fact you looked just like your mother, or the fact that he never wanted kids in the first place. Or maybe he just didn’t like you.

Whatever the reason your father never showed any love or care to you was irrelevant because you had escaped it. You cut all ties once you turned 18 and never looked back. You built a new life for yourself, one where you made people proud.

You thought after surviving the academy things would get better. You’d get the recognition you deserved, and maybe you would have if only Leon S. Kennedy wasn’t your superior. However, he was determined to set back all the work you had done.

Memories come flooding back from your childhood. The yelling, the screaming, the harsh words and cruel stares. Your father hated you, just like you were sure Leon Kennedy did. That was the only explanation.

Maybe you reminded him of someone he used to know, or maybe he didn’t want to train a rookie. Or maybe he just didn’t like you. Whatever the reason he didn’t show you any compassion or empathy was irrelevant because—

Who were you kidding? It stung. Bad. Why did he hate you so much? Were you destined to forever be the core disappointment for older men? All the work you did in therapy seemed to reverse over night.

You were emotional and anxious. Keeping your head down and voice quiet with a simple ‘yes sir’ every time he spoke. You kept it together in front of him but would sob in the bathroom during breaks between training.

Your hands would shake ever you’d open the door to his office. Your heart thumping in fear every time you made a mistake. Flinching as you braced for the screams you knew were coming.

Even now, with your every nerve in your body on fire pleading for you to stop before it gives out you kept running in fear of what he’d do if you stopped. You ran, and climbed and crawled and fought your way to the end. Praying to whatever deity was out there that maybe this time it would be enough.

“That was 10 seconds longer than the last attempt! Sloppy!” Leon yells as your bent over gasping for air, hands braced on your knees. He storms over to where you stood, stop watch in hand.

“You don’t get time to rest, rookie! You’re tired? I don’t give a damn! What happens when someone dies on your watch because you were ‘too tired’ to keep going?”

His words were like knifes cutting your skin. Slash after slash bleeding out all the self esteem you had left. Leaving you an empty husk of self loathing.

You were still panting for air, lungs burning as you tried to steady your racing heart. Your chest actually hurt from how fast it was going. Your knees buckled from being overexerted.

He was still yelling. You could make out some of it but between your heart thumping in your ears and every other sensation you were feeling you couldn’t really focus. Still hunched over as your eyes began to water.

“—huh, rookie? Hey! Are you even listening to me?” He grips your arm to pull you up straight which sets off every trigger in your body. You quickly put your arms up, shielding your face as you brace for an impact.

It was coming, you knew it was. It’s what your father always did when you fucked up—which in his eyes was all the time. A chocked sob leaves your lips, your body trembling in fear. You wait, 1 minute, then 2. But nothing happens.

You slowly peak over your arms to look at Leon, his expression unreadable. He slowly uncrosses his arms. Speaking in a tone softer than you’ve ever heard from him. “Go take a 5 minute breather.”

The order stuns you for a moment. No yelling? No screaming? No hitting? You hesitate for a moment before slowly lowering your arms. You put your head down and walk past him into the locker room.

You sit down on one of the benches with a bottle of water, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. Your hands still shaking as you drank from a bottle of water. A million scenarios running through your mind.

Was this the calm before the storm? Was he so mad he couldn’t even yell? How bad would the punishment be for flinching?

You were so lost in thought you didn’t even hear come in to the locker room, sitting down on the bench beside you. He rested his arms on his knees, looking straight ahead of him. His expression still unreadable. His voice finally pulled you from your trance.

“Master yourself. You can’t let your emotions cloud your mind in the field, that’s how people die.” He says, his tone almost gentle.

For once he wasn’t yelling. He didn’t sound disappointed or mad. If anything, he seemed…understanding. Like he somehow knew everything though running through your mind and everything you had ever felt.

“..do you wanna tell me what that was about?”

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again—“

“—that’s not what i asked. I didn’t ask you to apologize. I asked you why you did it.”

You stay quiet, biting the inside of your cheek as more tears threaten to fall. Your knee bouncing rapidly from the anxiety. Was this a trap?

“I wasn’t gonna hit you, if that’s what you thought. I don’t know why that was your first instinct but I’m sorry it was. Nobody deserves that…you didn’t deserve that.”

He says, his voice soft and quiet. As if he was worried speaking to loud would set you off. You keep your head down, trying to attempt a breathing exercise your therapist had taught you. In for 4..hold for 4..out for 4.

Except the air felt thin, like you couldn’t catch your breath. Your hands were shaking and your head was pounding. Quietly gasping for air as your chest heaves. Everything felt louder then it was and you could feel the clothes on your back and—

“Hey. Breathe. Tell me 5 things you can see.”

“H-Huh?”

“Tell me 5 things you can see. That’s an order, rookie.”

Was this real? Not just some foggy brained hallucination stemmed from the dissociation?

“U-Uhh, l-lockers, a bench..windows, lights and a coat.”

“Good. Now, what’s 4 things you can touch?”

“T-This really isn’t necessary, sir, I-I’m fine—“

“Are you disobeying orders, rookie?”

“N-No, sir! I just—“

“Okay then. What’s 4 things you can touch?”

You take a deep breath and respond. He slowly counts down, making you name 3 things you could hear, 2 things you could smell and finally 1 thing you could taste. You had heard of the method before during one of your therapy sessions. You always thought it was kind of silly, now, not so much.

You take a deep breath, finally lifting your head to meet his eyes. Instead of a furrowed brow and a glaring look you see a soften expression with a gentle gaze. Although there’s something underneath, something like..remorse.

“Im sorry if i was too hard on you. I should’ve known when enough was enough.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s your job.”

“My job is to build rookies into great agents not break the ones already given to me. You’re tough but everyone has their limits.”

He places his hand on your shoulder, patting it gently as he speaks again. “You’re a good kid. A hard worker. I was tough on you cause I knew you’d be the best. Hell, you already are. You’re leagues above your academy mates.”

For the very first time you see Leon smile. Not a big one, it’s subtle but it’s real. There’s a fond look in his eyes as he looks down at you. Almost like he’s proud.

“Look, kid. I’m not gonna pretend to know what you’ve been through but I can tell it was a lot. As your superior it’s my job to look out for you. So, if you ever need to talk my office is always open for you. Okay?”

Your expressions shifts to one of almost awe. His firm but caring touch on your shoulder grounding you. He was being so kind, so protective. It made your heart flutter, like a part of your younger self was healing from his words alone.

You nod softly, muttering a soft “yes, sir” with a small smile. He pats your back with a small smirk. Standing up and reaching out a hand to help you up. You take his hand and he gently pulls you up.

“Good work today, Rookie. Go ahead and head home for today. I’ll see you tomorrow for on field healthcare drills.”

He says before heading out of the locker room. Your eyes flutter for a moment, as if processing everything that just happened. Maybe Leon S. Kennedy wasn’t as bad as you thought.

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Part 5 of mean mister agent and his tough little rookie!! We finally get to a good part 😛 also I gave Leon’s dog a name finally

Warnings: female genitalia, dry humping, thigh riding (reader takes off her panties), reader fingers herself pets names such as sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, good girl, princess, lots and lots of praise, daddy kink, soft dom Leon, i think that’s it?

Part 1 here part 6 here

“Fuck..this is wrong..”

Leon rasps out through ragged pants. Although, there’s no use in gasping for air when you steal his breath once more with another kiss.

His hands are shaking where they rest on your waist. His heart pounding as you kiss him like there’s no tomorrow. Your tongue sliding against his in a filthy dance for dominance.

You’re situated in his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulls back one more. His pupils blown wide as he takes in the sight of you so desperate and needy on top of him.

“Kid..w-we can’t do this—“

“—Yes, we can.”

You cut him off with another searing kiss. One hand roughly carding through his hair as you nip at Leon’s bottom lip. His big hands squeeze your waist in response, letting out a soft groan as he tries to regain his composure.

“Mmph—baby, I-I’m twice your age.” He begins breathlessly. “I’m your boss. Plus you’re not thinking straight. Something very traumatic just happened to you, your n-not in the right..s-state of mind—fuck—“

His words trail off as you start to kiss jaw. His stubble rough on your lips as you start to trail down to his neck. Sucking marks into his skin before soothing them with your tongue.

His head falls back against the couch. His hands gripping your shirt so tightly his knuckles turn white. Soft grunts and groans leave his lips as he mentally curses himself for being so weak.

He’s twice your age. He’s a seasoned agent for gods sake. How could one little girl ruin him so easily? The way your soft lips feel on his skin makes him melt. The way your smaller hands grip his hair makes his cock twitch in his pants.

God, he’s never been so worked up by just kissing. His cocks never been this hard in his life and he’s damn near fifty! He knows it’s wrong, that he should put a stop to this. But fuck it feels so good.

You kiss all the way down to his collarbones. Nipping at the skin then kissing over it almost like an apology. You experimentally grind against him, feeling his hard cock straining again the confines of his pants.

Leon grunts and slides his hands on your hips to hold them still. “Y/n, listen to me. We can’t do this.” He says sternly, almost like a father scolding his child.

“I-I’m sorry. God, I’m a-acting just like him, I—“

Leon’s eyes soften as he hears how distraught you sound. His hands moving to gently cradle your face as he speaks once more. “Hey, shhh. Listen to me. You’re nothing like him.”

He pauses for a minute, biting the inside of his cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want you, I do. But you’re not in the right headspace. I don’t want us to do anything and you end up regretting it later.”

“I won’t regret it. I promise.” You say like it’s a fact. Your hands moving to cup his cheeks, mirroring his actions. Leon’s sighs, his hands falling to your waist.

“Baby, I don’t wanna take the chance.” He softly says. He watches the way your expression falls, seeing the shame in your eyes. “Cmon, don’t pout. Cmere, sweetheart.”

He pulls you flush against his chest. Cradling the back of your head and guiding your face against to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. Your arms tighten around his neck as he gently speaks by your ear.

“I’m not mad at you. It’s a normal feeling people get. A-And any other time I wouldn’t stop you. But I don’t wanna touch you and then risk you regretting it later. You mean too much to me for that to happen and you end up hating me.”

“I wouldn’t hate you. I could never hate you.” You softly respond, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck. Your tone turning whiny as your arms tighten around him. “Jus’ need you so bad…”

Leon mentally curses himself. He’s trying to hard to hold onto his last remaining shreds of self restraint. “I know, baby, i know.” He gently coos, stroking your hair. “I bet it hurts, hmm? You need me so bad it’s aching?”

You whimper at his condescending tone. Any other time you’d probably glare at him but right now it only makes your clit throb harder. You nod against his skin, letting out a whiny “Yeah..”

Leon bites his bottom lip. Letting out a breathy moan at your whines. He scolds himself for being such a pushover before speaking once more. “I know, baby. And I won’t stop you from getting yourself off, but I can’t touch you until I know for sure that you want this.”

“Hmm?” You softly whine, pulling back to look at him with doe eyes. Leon sighs, feeling his defenses crumble. “I can’t touch you…but I won’t stop you from touching me.” He begins, his hands sliding to your hips.

“If you need to grind against my thigh to get off then you can. I won’t stop you.” He says, his thumb gently stroking your hip. He looks up at you with soft eyes, almost like he’s in awe.

How could he not be? There’s a beautiful, young woman on top of him so desperate for his touch. She doesn’t want a younger man’s touch. She wants his.

“A-Are you sure..?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sure, baby. Go ahead, use me to make yourself cum.”

You immediately shift to grind against his thigh. Moaning as the rough fabric rubs against your thin panties. “Fuck—thank you, sir..thankyouthankyouthankyou—“ You breathlessly whine.

Leon’s hands stay on your hips, letting you go at your own pace while subtly guiding the movements. “There you go, sweetheart. That’s a good girl..” He gently coos, speaking right in your ear.

His tone is soft but holds an underlying hint of dominance. It’s like he knows exactly what you need to get off. His touch is so tender and his words are so sweet as he talks you through it. It makes your clit throb.

You grind against his thigh at an even pace. Wanting to prolong this experience for as long as possible. Your forehead falls against his shoulder as soft whines and whimpers fall from your lips. “F-Fuck, it feels s-so good…”

Leon chuckles at the sight of you so desperate to cum. One of his hands move to stroke your hair. “Yeah? You like grinding on my thigh, baby?” He softly asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Mmhmm..” you begin, grinding harder against the rough material. “Love it so much, daddy—“ The word comes out before you can stop yourself. A rush of embarrassment washes over you as you still your hips. You pull back to look at him, your arms starting to pull away.

“I-I’m so sorry, I d-didn’t mean to—“

“—Hey, shh, it’s okay. I don’t mind. You can call me daddy, baby.” He says, his hand in your hair moving to cup your cheek. “Is that what you need? You need a daddy to take care of you?”

The way he says it would be condescending if it wasn’t said so gently. The way he looks at you while his thumb strokes your cheek—like he’s hoping you say yes—makes your breath hitch. You slowly nod, your arms wrapping around his neck once more.

“Y-Yes..”

Leon smirks, bringing your head back down to nuzzle your face back into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll be your daddy.” He says. His hand on your hip starts to coax your hips into moving once more. “Daddys gonna help you cum, baby. Don’t you worry.”

You whine at his words. Follow his lead and grinding against his thigh. Leon whispers praise in your ear between soft kisses to your temple.

“You’re such a good girl.”

“Keep going baby, atta girl.”

“You’re doing so good for daddy.”

“You’re making daddy proud.”

After a few minutes of grinding you left out a soft whine, slowing your hips. “Hey, what’s the matter, baby girl?” Leon softly asks. Pulling back and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“S’not enough…” You whimper, leaning into his hand. Leon smirks, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “You need more stimulation, huh, baby?” He coos, his hand sliding under your shirt to reach the waistband of your panties.

“How about we take these off? How does that sound, sweet girl?” You only nod in response, hiding your face back in the crook of his neck. Leon chuckles, sliding your panties down and off your body. Leon gently grips your hips. Guiding you to grind your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans.

“How does that feel? Is that better, princess?” He coos. The feeling of your soft pants against his skin makes him chuckle. “S-So much better—f-feels so good, daddy.” You grind harder against his thigh.

“God, look at you, baby. You’re making a wet patch on my jeans. You need your daddy that bad?” You can only moan in response. The rough denim rubbing against your swollen clit makes the pleasure so intense your hole clenches around nothing.

“P-Please, daddy. Need more..” “Yeah? Your pussy still greedy for more?” Leon chuckles and it makes you whine from embarrassment. One of his hands move to stroke your hair.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and use your fingers, daddy gives you permission.” As if on cue your hand snakes between your legs to sink two fingers into your hole. Your walls flutter at the sudden intrusion but quickly adjust as you start to thrust your fingers in time with your hips.

A tight coil begins to begins to form in your lower belly. Your thighs shaking as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you. Your eyes start to water as you sob into the crook of Leon’s neck. “P-Please, I n-need to cum. Please l-let me cum, daddy—“

Leon gently shushes you, pulling back to watch the fat tears roll down your cheeks. He has to bite back a moan at the sight. Seeing all desperate and needy for him, your soft sniffles mixed with whimpers could make him cum untouched.

“—Shhh, it’s okay princess. You can cum, daddy won’t stop you. Be a good girl and cum for me, okay?” He softly coos, pressing his forehead against yours. Your lips meets his in a messy kiss. Moaning into his mouth as you desperately hump his thigh.

Your hand starts to slow as the pleasure starts to overtake you. The coil grows tighter and tighter until finally it snaps. A sharp whine falls from your lips as your walls clamp down around your fingers. Your clit throbbing as cum drips from your hole onto his thigh.

You slump forward against him. Whimpering softly as you come down from your high. Leon’s strong arms wrap around you. One of his hands cradling the of your head as he tucks your face into his chest.

“Good girl, you did such a good job for me. Daddys so proud of you, baby. You looked beautiful.” He whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Letting you pant for air as you recover from your orgasm. Gently petting your hair with one hand while the other rubs your back.

You stay like that for a while. Wrapped in each other’s arms soaking in the comfort of each other’s presence. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” You whine in protest as he stands up, still holding you in his arms.

“I know, I know. But we gotta get you cleaned up.” Leon coos, his hands cupping the backs of your thighs as he hoists you up. He carries you to the bathroom. Sitting you down on the counter as he grabs a washcloth and wets it with warm water.

He gently rubs the rag against your sensitive pussy. Cleaning the cum from in between your legs. “Your sore, ain’t ya’ baby? It’s okay, I’m almost done.” He finishes cleaning you up before picking you back up and taking you to bed.

Leon gently lays you down on the bed. He climbs in beside you and pulls the covers over the both of you. Leon lays on his back and pulls you against his chest. His hand rubbing your back in soothing circles.

You both stay quiet for a while, the tension in the air grows thicker before you finally speak up. “What happens now..?” Leon stays quiet for a moment, his hand moving to play with the ends of your hair.

“What would you like to happen?”

“I wanna see you more.”

Leon bites his lower lip, the rational side of his brain starting to yell at him. “Baby, I’m twice your age. And I’m your boss.” He says, his tone stern but gentle. “I don’t care about your age. A-And I know it’s frowned upon but it doesn’t stop me from wanting you..”

Leon sighs, not unkindly, more so fondly. “You’re not making this easy on me, sweetheart. I’m supposed to be the mature one, but you’re making me weak.” He softly smiles, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

“Will you stay with me the rest of the two weeks..?

…

Leon sighs as he grabs his phone and dials a number, holding it up to his ear. “Hey, Claire! Could you do me a favor? Could you take care of Buster for the next two weeks?”

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Part two of of the re9!Leon x rookie!reader with daddy issues series! I really hope you guys like this cause I’m having a really good time writing it!

Warnings: major daddy issues, mentions of child neglect, mentions of child abuse, mentions of reader having ptsd, Leon’s soft in this one, i think that’s it? Please tell me if I’m wrong.

Part 1 here , part 3 here , part 4 here , part 5 here

It’s been a little over a month since you and Leon had that moment and so far things have been going well. He’s still tough on you—it’s his job—but after everything he’ll give you a pat on the back and say “Good job, rookie.” It’s subtle, but it makes all the difference.

You had just finished running a course along side the other trainees. It was a simple exercise—well, simple for the DSO—but you were off your game. And everyone knew it.

“Man, today was easy.” Said one.

“Yeah, we got lucky.” Another chimed in.

You weren’t really paying attention to their conversation, too caught up in your own mind. You sat on one of the benches. Your knee bouncing rapidly as you stared down at the floor, dissociating.

Get your head in the game. You can’t be thinking about this. It’s all behind you now.

Thoughts whirling through your mind. The logical part of your brain telling you to forget it and to move on. Whiles, the little girl in your heart reminded you it was your daddy’s birthday today.

What was he? 50 something by now? Around Leon’s age probably.

You used to think Leon was just like your father for the longest time, but now? You realize they’re complete opposites. They couldn’t be more different if they tried.

Your father hated animals. He never let you have any pets growing up. He hated dogs especially, always referring to them as ‘dirty mutts’.

Leon loves dogs. Whenever he sees one he smiles, bending down to pet them. He has a picture of a dog on his desk. An old bloodhound retired from police work that he took in.

Your father never smiled, never laughed, never found anything funny. He didn’t like jokes, always scowled when you tried to lighten the mood. He was always so serious all the time.

Leon’s actually quite funny. Always dropping these stupid one liners and dad jokes that you can’t help but smile at. He’s kinder than you thought.

Looking back you notice all these small details about him you couldn’t see before. Like you were so caught up in your own feelings you couldn’t see the truth. PTSDs a rough deal, constantly changing the way you perceive things.

Leon was a likable man. He was kind, supportive and respectful. You father was a horrible man. He was bitter, angry and abusive. How did you ever see him in Leon?

And why were you thinking about him now? You haven’t seen him in 7 years, plenty of his birthdays have passed. Why does it only occupy your mind now?

“Jeez, rookie, you’re thinking so hard I can see the steam coming out of your ears.”

The sound of Leon’s voice cuts through your thoughts. Every other rookie straightened up and gave respect as he walked in. You were too caught up in your mind to do the same.

“S-Sorry, Sir.” You quickly stand to attention. Back straighter than a ruler as you held your hands behind your back. Nodding firmly as a sign of respect.

“Walk with me.” Was all he said. Gesturing towards the door with a nod. Already walking out knowing you’d follow.

And that you did. Walking behind him with your tail between your legs like a puppy who knew it was in trouble. You knew what you did on the course wasn’t your best, and so did Leon.

“I said with me, rookie.” He softly huffed. Looking over his shoulder with his signature casual smirk. You quickly stepped up beside him, keeping with his pace.

You both walked in silence for a while. Navigating the halls of the training facility before stepping outside. You followed him over to a bench under the shade of a tree where he sat down and patted the spot beside him.

“Somethings going on. Talk to me.” Although the statement was simple it held a lot of weight. You sat next to him on the bench, resting your arms in your lap.

“It’s nothing important, sir. I won’t let it affect my work anymore.”

“I didn’t say it did.”

Shit. Why was he so good at that? Making you so nervous you exposed yourself.

“Cmon, kid. There’s something eatin’ at your mind. Tell me about it.” He softly said, looking over at you with a gentle gaze.

You bite the inside of your cheek, taking a deep breath before speak up. “It’s my father’s birthday today.” The problem seemed so silly when you said it out loud.

“Okay, what’s wrong with that?”

“I haven’t seen him since I was 18.”

“Is he dead?”

“I wish.”

“Jeez, kid.” He let out a soft huff of shocked laughter. “That bad huh?”

“You’ve got no idea..” you softly say, the soft smile on your face mismatched with your sour tone.

“…then tell me about it.” He softly said. Placing a grounding hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

You look over at him, a soft expression on his face. Between the caring hand on your shoulder and genuine expression on his face you could feel your defenses crumbling. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen if you tell him?

And that’s how you ended up venting to your superior to an hour about your horrible, abusive, piece of shit father. He stayed quiet and listened to it all, even when your eyes started to water and your chest felt tight. He simply slid his hand to your back and rubbed it in small, soothing circles.

He kept his expression soft and inviting, like he was coaxing the words out simply through a look. But on the inside? He was fuming.

Leon could never understand how a parent could do that to their child. His jaw was already tight when you told him about the constant screaming and neglect. But then you brought up the abuse and he had to make a conscious effort to stop his hand from tightening on your shoulder.

His heart ached when he saw you tear up. You were a tough kid, he knew it from the start. But now he knew why, and the reasons made him angry.

Leon liked you. That’s why he was so tough on you, cause he knew you would make it. He saw himself in the reflection of your eyes. A young rookie cop late on his first day, to a DSO agent who had seen so many tragedies he lost count.

But you were young. Too young to have the same hardened stare and calloused hands. You had a lifetime ahead of you to experience the hard things in life, yet it had seemed it already started.

“—and as soon as I turned 18 I left and never looked back. Now, I’m here.”

You finish, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. As if releasing the breath would release all the pent up emotions you had—spoiler alert; it wouldn’t. You turn your head to look up at Leon, bracing for whatever reaction you might get.

He stayed silent for a moment, looking down at you with a soft gaze before finally speaking up. “I’m proud of you. I’m sure that wasn’t easy to talk about.” He said, his hand still gently rubbing your back.

Oh god. Here it comes. The fluttering rush of emotions anytime an older man praises you.

It happened when you were In school and a male teacher would congratulate you for doing well on an assignment. It happened when your boss at your first job told you “good job” after your first shift. And now, it was happening with Leon.

You could feel your heart thumping inside your ribs. Your hands felt clammy as you clenched them into fists. All you could do was look up at him in awe, silently begging for the crumbs of his affection.

“You’re a tough girl, you had to be to survive all of that. I’m proud of you for making it through that but you’re safe now. He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him.”

You softly nod, eyes big and doe like as you look up at him. Every wall you ever built shattered like glass at his words. Instead of an 25 year old woman you felt like a 10 year old girl looking at her father while he tells her he loves her. Something you never got to experience.

The two of you stayed like that for awhile. His hand gently rubbing your back as you looked at each other. All you could think about was one thing and one thing only.

Please, god. don’t let me fall for my superior.

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Been thinking about Bokuto and his love for fat girls<3

warnings: she/her pronouns, mentions of tits, eventual (not that detailed) smut, piv, fingering, thigh fucking, oral (m and f), and obviously chubby reader implications!

Koutoro Bokuto is a little all over the place. He likes a lot of things, in a wide variety and many different genres that is constantly changing. If you asked him if we was sure of anything he would always like, he’d say fat girls.

There’s nothing Bokuto loves mores then seeing a pretty girl with wide hips, a chubby tummy, and a round ass smiling at him as he walks by. He try’s to be respectful he really does! Poor baby just loves watching her tits jiggle when she passes by. And those full, round cheeks are so cute he just wants to squish her face whenever she smiles. But when Bokuto finally gets his own fat girlfriend…oh boy.

Bokuto won’t stand for your insecurities. No way. He’ll kiss every stretch mark, every roll, all your cellulite, all of it. There will be no inch of skin left untouched by his lips.

His hands are constantly wandering your body. On your thighs, on your tummy, hips, chest, ass. Constantly caressing and groping your fat, he’s obsessed!

Speaking of obsession, he’s damn near hypnotized by the way you jiggle. Your tits bouncing as you walk? In love. Your tummy jiggle as you shifting around in bed? His eyes are glued to it. Having to jump to put on jeans? Oh baby, he buys front row tickets to that show.

In fact, he’s so generous he’ll help you with your jeans! I mean..normally when he helps they end up on the floor with rest of your clothes- but he’s trying!

He just loves his woman so much! He can’t help that he constantly wants to play with her chubby pussy lips, or fuck her thighs, or stuff his cock inbetween her plump lips and watch her chubby cheeks get stuffed. You turn him on to much!

So, you have no one to blame but yourself when your on your nth orgasm of the day with Bo right between your fat thighs, his tongue playing with your clit as he massages your thick pussy lips with his fingers.

And he’ll tell you that when he finally takes out his thick, hard, leaking cock and finally puts it where it belongs. Deep inside you. He’ll tell you all about how sexy you are, and how much he loves your body and how your the perfect woman for him. All through groans, pants, and moans of your name. Good luck<3

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smutty blurb pls! re9 leon, younger reader, she/her or they/them. short hair. on the chubbier side.

size difference, inexperienced reader, possessive leon. "all mine" + uhhh is this going to fit???? + aftercare

(idk if i did this right ;-; excuse me if i didnt..... also thx if u do take this!!!!!)

Link to the event here

“There’s no way that’s gonna fit.” Leon had to bite back a smirk at your blunt words. The sight of you so intimidated by his cock was kind of cute. A pretty young thing like you should be out with guys your own age. But here you were, lying in his bed about to take his cock.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll go slow.” He softly coos, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. You nod, putting all your trust in the man before you. He hovers overtop of you, hiking your plush thighs around his hips. He then lines his cock up with your entrance and slowly pushes in.

Inch by inch his girth fills you to the brim. Your hands claw at his back as you adjust to the sting of your pussy being pushed past its limits. Leon doesn’t protest, he simply rubs soothing circles into the meaty skin of your hips. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

“Deep breaths for me.”

“You’re doing such a good job.”

When you finally adjust to his size your cunt pulses around him, already asking for more. Leon gently rolls his hips, groaning when he feels your virgin pussy clamp down on him. “Fuck, baby..you already this needy?” He smirks at you, his hands gripping your hips.

He begins to slowly thrusts into you, still giving you time to adjust to the feeling. The soft ‘plap plap plap’ of his hips meeting yours mixed with your whines and whimpers make it hard for him to hold back. He speeds up his pace, feeling your hole suck him in.

“God, your pussys so greedy, sweetheart. She’s sucking me in like she doesn’t want me to leave.” He moans, his dull nails digging into your hips. He smirks at your moans, the breathy little ‘Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!’ makes his cock twitch inside of you.

“Fuck—gonna fill this needy pussy to the brim. Gonna stuff her full of my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you baby?” He groans and grunts in your ear. He pushes your thighs up into a mean mating press. Pounding into your tight little cunt.

“This is my pussy, is that right, sweetheart? She belongs to me. No man could ever please you the way I do.” His words send you over the edge. Clamping hard around his cock as you finally orgasm. Leon’s not far behind you, spilling his seed into your womb right after you hit your peak.

Leon slowly pulls out of you. Watching as his cum leaks out of your gaping hole. He goes and grabs a towel to clean you up before sliding into bed beside you and pulling you against his chest. One hand cradles the back of your head while the other rubs up and down your back.

“You did so good for me, baby. I’m so proud of you.” Leon whispers into your hair. He feels your arms slowly snake around him. Smiling when he looks down and sees you fast asleep. He holds you all throughout the night, not letting go for a second.

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Death island Leon x chubby reader smut. Leon comes back from a mission, it’s the morning after, slight degradation then praise, cuddle fucking, all that good stuff :p

Warnings: smut, female reader, nipple play, hand job, cuddle fucking, degradation (reader gets called a dirty girl and a slut), praise, pet names such as baby, sweetheart, beautiful, my girl, good girl, gorgeous girl, slight breeding kink, daddy kink, biting, I think that’s it?

You slowly awake from the light peaking in from the curtains. Your body feels sore in places you didn’t even know could be sore. Leon’s arms are still wrapped tightly around you. His bare chest pressed against your bare back.

He had just returned from a mission in Alcatraz last night and to say he missed you was an understatement. Memories of last night come back in flashes. His large hands all over your body. His teeth grazing your skin. No part of you was left untouched by his lips.

He was rough last night. Rougher than he’s ever been. Leon had always treated you like glass. Like you were something precious that he was so scared would shatter if he touched you wrong.

He was always so sweet in that way. Not just in the way he touched you, but how he talked to you aswell. He never raised his voice even during arguments. Always speaking to you in a soft, calm tone.

Like tone he was now using to greet you. His breath warm against your neck. “G’morning, beautiful..” He roughly says, his voice hoarse from sleep. He presses open mouthed kisses across your shoulder. As if he was soothing the bite marks that litter your skin.

“Mmm, morning..” You hum in response, pressing back to feel his warm skin against yours. Leon’s hands drift across your body. One hand sliding down to your hip while the other comes up to rest above your steadily beating heart.

You wince softly as his hand brushes your hip. The curve bruised from the mean grip he had on it last night. Leon lets out a soft hum, kissing up your neck. “You sore, baby?” He asks, his thumb now gently rubbing right above the bruise.

“Mmhmm..” You nod, wincing as you try and shift into a more comfortable position. Leon gently kisses up your neck, across your jaw up to your cheek. “You were so mean last night..” Leon chuckles at your whiny tone. Pressing his nose into your hair as he speaks in a gruff voice. “I’m sorry, baby. You want daddy to make it up to you?”

Leon’s hands glide over your body. One moving down to rest on your lower belly. While the other comes up to cup your breast. Gently rolling your nipple between his fingers. You let out a soft moan, pushing back against him to feel his cock already half hard.

“Please..” You softly whimper as Leon’s hand slides further down to cup your mound. His middle finger finds your clit with ease. Rubbing small circles against your sensitive nub. Your lips part in a soft ‘O’ shape.

“Cmon, give daddy a kiss.” Leon coos, speaking right against your ear. You turn your head to meet his lips. Lazily making out as your hand slides inbetween the two of you to stroke his cock. Leon groans into the kiss, speeding up his hand.

“Does it feel good? Huh, dirty girl?” He groans against your lips. “You like it when daddy plays with this sloppy cunt? Of course you do. Little slut always wants her pussy played with.” His vulgar words make your hole clench around nothing. You whine against his lips, desperate for more.

You squeeze his cock, switching to stroking just the tip. Leon’s hips buck into your touch. His body betraying the cool demeanor he’s displaying. “Please, daddy..need you..” Leon moans against your ear. His hand shifting to hook your leg over his before guiding his cock into your tight little hole.

“Fuuuuuck..” He grunts as he sinks into your wet heat. One hand keeps your thighs parted while the other comes up to put you in a full nelson. His hips stutter as he feels you clench around him. “Shit, you like that don’t you, baby? Always knew my girl liked it rough.” He moans, pistoning his hips into you from behind.

Whines and whimpers fall from your lips as he fucks you. A line of drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. You bite down on his bicep to muffle your moans, Leons arm tightens in response. Groaning and grunting in your ear as your pussy sucks him in.

“Fuck, baby—your pussys squeezing me like she don’t wanna let go. Shes still not satisfied after last night?” Leon mocks. His lips latching onto your jaw. Sucking marks into your skin where he knows people will see.

The noises in the room are obscene. Loud plapping sounds as his hips collide with your ass. “Missed this pussy so much while I was gone. Missed you even more.” He grunts, his hand on your thigh sliding to rub your clit.

“Cmon, baby. Cum for me. Wanna feel you cream all over my cock.” Leon pants against your ear. He rubs tight circles on your clit. Feeling your pussy clench hard around him lets him know you’re close.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me, i know you can do it.” His words send you over the edge. You bite down harder on his bicep, nearly enough to draw blood. Your body seizes up as your orgasm hits you. Your juices squirt all over his cock.

“There we go. Such a good girl for me. ‘m gonna give you your reward now, you ready?” Leon says as he buries himself to the hilt and cums inside you. Burying his seed deep in your womb. He hears you whimper at the feeling.“Shhhh, that’s it..gonna get your belly nice and full of my cum. Maybe if I get you pregnant they’ll let me stay home to take care of you.”

Leon gently kisses your neck and jaw as you both come down from your highs. He releases you from the full nelson in favor of trailing his hands across your tummy. He rubs your belly, feeling the warm fat under his palms. Sighing at the feeling of you pressed up against him, his cock still inside.

“You did such a good job for daddy. I’m so proud of you, baby.” He softly coos, kissing your cheek. “You looked so beautiful when you came. Such a gorgeous girl.” His praise makes your head spin. The only things able to leave your lips are small “Thank you..”s mixed with soft whines.

“Daddy loves you. He loves you so much, sweetheart.” He whispers. Kissing every inch of skin his lips can reach. The two of you lay there for a while. Simply basking in each other’s presence while you come down from your highs. Finding comfort in the feeling of skin on skin. A luxury you had dearly missed and planned on keeping for as long as possible.