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Someone stop me from reading Leon angst at 3am

"Was It Worth It?"

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Leon S Kennedy x F!Reader

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Warnings: Heavy Angst, Death, Alcohol Mention, Older!Leon (Pictured Vendetta Leon), Hurt + No Comfort

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He's made mistakes plenty of times- he's only human. Yet he carries them endlessly in the back of his mind, always yet another corpse lining his path through the world.

You get used to it.

At least that's what he tells himself and others. Is it really true though? Can anyone ever actually get used to something like this?

Sometimes he finds himself running after things he should probably let go- but how could he? Searching for the pieces of him that went missing in all the wrong places.

You looked at him gently and handled him as though he was an injured dove rather than a damaged man. It was something he wasn't sure he could truly get used too.

Fearing the rapids of his own mind may drag you under with him.

I need to let you go.

Isn't it true that- if you love something you set it free? How could he risk clipping your angel wings with his sharp edges. Surely you deserve better.

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Your fingers dance along his skin tracing little shapes up his arm, a simple smile on your face as a soothing silence hangs in the air.

It's nice sometimes to just be quiet and let the sense of safety wrap you like a cozy blanket. It's true when you first met Leon it was his corny sense of humor that caught your attention- then those captivating blue eyes that sucked you in like a whirlpool.

It wasn't long though before you truly got to know him, the more you learned the more you craved his presence. His roughened edges and pain didn't frighten you- the dark cloud hovering over him didn't make you shy away.

You stuck around.

The peace you brought him only made him question even more though how the hell he could ever be worthy of someone so wonderful.

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A harsh tug on his heart as he stared at the few small things left behind. His home wasn't a home anymore, the warmth you brought to it now gone.

You came and lit up his life and now that light has fizzled out leaving an even darker void in it's wake.

Blood.

He sometimes could still feel it on his hands, the texture and warmth of it... The way your eyes met his and it looked almost as though you hated him.

Hated that he was the one that came to save you.

"I don't need your fucking help!!!"

Your words echo inside his head as he vividly remembers the way you yanked away from his touch... You were in so much pain yet you had acted as though his hands were what burned you most.

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Your eyes are locked onto the newly bought bottle of whiskey, his voice seemingly more distant now.

"It's just not going to work."

Your gaze cut up to meet his.

"And why not? Are you still in love with her?"

"No. Of course not."

The insinuation truly stabbed him deeply, how could he ever think about anyone else while he was with you? Then again... He wasn't exactly telling you why he was dumping you either. Giving you no choice but to come up with your own conclusions.

"Then why, Leon?"

"This relationship just isn't right."

"Bullshit."

There was a certain venom in your tone as you abruptly stood up, his stance immediately tensing up more as he wasn't used to your anger being aimed at him... What made his throat tighten and him look away from you though was the undeniable hurt in your eyes.

"God as my witness- I never want to see you again."

Did you really mean that? He wasn't sure and neither were you. Rage and hurt boiling over into tears and harsh words. You bumped into the table sending the bottle of whiskey to the floor- in complete honesty you didn't give a single shit as it spilled.

After all- this isn't home to you anymore. He has to clean up the mess.

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He laid down on the couch while holding your sweater, the scent of your perfume lingering on the fabric.

The guilt he felt over everything that happened wasn't like anything else. Every part of him just wanted to scream- yet he didn't.

Instead he stayed in place feeling hollow, past events haunting him at every turn.

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You were weak- there was no way you'd make it. Not in time.

Limp in his arms as he carried you- adrenaline and pure desperation fuelling him. He couldn't let go of you, he just couldn't. He couldn't leave you there even though in the back of his mind he knew.

"Leon... I have to ask you something."

"After I get you out of here."

Those words irritated you as you felt the impending end closing in on your soul.

"Was it worth it?"

You just asked anyway- no time to waste as death wrapped its unforgiving arms around you. He glanced down at your face as you grew further away- heart in his chest felt as though it had stopped as well in that moment.

"Was what worth it? Keep talking. Hey- stay with me. Come on. We're almost there just-"

At some point you have to learn to let go. Stop running after something you will never catch. Don't search for your missing pieces in the wrong places.

How does one learn though? Trial and error.

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Even now thinking back on your question as he attempts to drag himself back into life- force some form of normalcy to take place again.

He doesn't fully understand- doesn't know why those had to be your last words. Why he couldn't save you. Why he couldn't give you a proper answer then in there. Why-

Stop torturing yourself.

But he can't- can he? Deep down he knows the answer to your question. Perhaps he can finally give it to you one day.

'Was it worth it?'

'No. Of course not.'

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{Guys I was gonna finish some fluff but finished this instead I'm so sorry lmao enjoy a random angst Leon one shot}

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Oh my

My Drug is My Baby

DI doctor! leon x fem! reader

"don't blame me, love made me crazy / if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right / lord, save me, my drug is my baby / i'll be usin' for the rest of my life / i get so high, oh / every time you're, every time you're lovin' me / trip of my life, oh"

summary: it's time for your annual check-up with your OB/GYN, but your doctor's out sick so instead you see Dr. Kennedy who just wants to make sure everything is working properly...

warnings: medical kink, breeding kink, squirting, fingering, praise kink, corruption, unprotected p in v sex, creampie. i do not recommend reading if you have any sort of medical trauma in case things in this story trigger you.

word count: 1.6k+ // read on Ao3

author's note: first writing post back from my break!! um anyways, this was largely inspired by a particularly unhinged conversation i had with em (@emilzke) on discord. we should never be allowed to talk again… for the good of humanity. if u like this, i might write a part two about the reader’s pregnancy journey with dr. kennedy so please let me know if you’d like that! thank you for reading!

you always hated the doctor’s office, but the OB/GYN was like it’s own personal brand of hell. the bright white lights, the uncomfortable upskirt breeze while you sat in the stirrups, and not to mention the medieval torture devices shoved into you with very little lubrication. you were already coated with a sheen of nervous sweat with an elevated heart rate, but to make matters worse, the people at check-in informed you that your normal doctor had called out sick. Great. Instead, you would be seeing the new Dr. Kennedy who the front desk assures you has a great bedside manner and you have nothing to fear.

the nurse walked you back to the private exam room, gushing over how much the patients enjoyed Dr. Kennedy and that he was easy on the eyes as they took your vitals. The nurse handed you a gown but instructed you to wait before changing as they set up the bed as Dr. Kennedy loves to come and speak with his patients before they are presented so vulnerably to him. You sat patiently, twiddling your thumbs and anxiously shifting your weight. You hoped this appointment would be over soon.

Dr. Kennedy knocks politely on the door, “Good afternoon miss. My name is Dr. Leon Kennedy” he says in his deep, rich timbre. You shake his outstretched hand as he takes the seat opposite you. He was very handsome, at least upon first impression. He had dark, shaggy hair that was clean and well-kept. He has a little bit of stubble and very pretty blue eyes. His smile was charming and he even cracked a few small jokes to keep you comfortable. He explained every procedure and asked if you had any questions before he left the room for you to change in the gown.

when he comes back in, he washes his hands and cleans them again. he is very patient, and you’re a little embarrassed about the arousal that has begun to bud between your thighs. he is so handsome, charismatic, and a little funny that your genitals had a mind of their own. he begins his visual examination, his cold, clean hands slowly rubbing up your thighs to prepare your body all the while he asks questions that begin to get more and more invasive.

“Have you been experiencing any pain or discomfort? Such as urinary incontinence or constipation?” no – and his hands are now tracing smooth circles on your bare upper thigh.  “have you had any risky sexual encounters that would put you at risk for STD’s?” no – his fingertips slide higher. “what current birth control methods do you practice?” none, you hadn’t had a sexual partner in months and when you did you used condoms. “Do you have plans of getting pregnant in the near future?” a small pause. it was something you had considered. You always wanted to be a mom, but you felt you were growing short on time and the men in your area were not great potential baby daddy candidates. you blushed, probably oversharing. But Dr. Kennedy nods like it’s normal as his fingers methodically touch your labia to inspect for any abnormalities. “Everything externally looks nice and healthy, just one more question..” he starts, and you breathe a small sigh of relief.

“am i turning you on?” he asks, his voice suddenly more sultry as his fingertips dance across your throbbing clit. you’re embarrassed at how sensitive you are and you struggle to even form a coherent apology for being so worked up at your medical appointment; you aren't normally like this with your normal clinician. all you can do is whimper and nod in response at the whim of Dr. Kennedy’s examination. “then let’s make sure all your sexual organs are functioning properly. huh, pretty girl?” he says with a breathy chuckle as the pad of his thumb connects with your clit. you bite your lip to stifle a moan at the sensation. it is so naughty, so wrong, and definitely a medical practice violation but damn does it feel fantastic. your poor sex has been neglected for so long and it seems like Dr. Kennedy has just the prescription.

“shhh, let me take care of you pretty girl. just what the doctor ordered” he coos with a wicked grin as he strokes your hair affectionately, his other hand rubbing slow and methodical circles on your exposed clit. “thank you doctor” you say breathlessly, incredibly turned on by the situation at hand as you lay back on the exam table. Dr. Kennedy chuckles, “oh please –” then shoves a finger inside, “call me Leon.” you yelp, your back arching slightly off the table in pleasure as he presses his finger softly against your g-spot.

he leans closely into your ear and whispers, “you know, researchers have argued about the existence of a g-spot within the vaginal canal, but you –” he curls his fingertip upward, “seem to have an awfully sensitive spot right about –” he slips another finger in and curls that one too, “here” and finishes with another wide smile. you clap your hand over your mouth to drown out the moans pouring from your mouth as your first orgasm bursts forth, coating leon’s fingers in your cum. Leon gently removes your hands from over your mouth and presses a searing kiss onto your lips as you relax against the steady rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of you. “Something else they debate about is, a woman’s ability to..” he trails off and you feel like you’re suddenly peeing on him as your squirt for the first time ever in your life, coating his forearms in your ejaculate while your back arches off the table and you squirm. “Squirt” he finishes with a chuckle, admiring the mess you had made of yourself. “you’re so wet baby, it’s fantastic. love the way this pretty pussy clenches around my fingers, i wonder what it would feel like with my cock. should we find out? make sure that your vaginal canal can still expand to accommodate to a big cock like mine sweetheart? Be a good patient and tell the doctor what you need” Dr. Kennedy whispers as he places sweet kisses all across your face, finishing with a gentle nip at your earlobe.

your head is swimming in the post-orgasm crash. “p-please leon. please doctor. need your cock. wanna make sure I’m working right” you plead quietly, not wanting to cause too much of a scene in case any nurses dare check in on your appointment. Leon gently teases your entrance with the head of his cock, smearing a bit of precum. you whine softly as he begins to slowly push into your entrance, “doing so so good for me pretty patient, let your arousal open you right up.” when he finally settles himself all the way in you, he purrs about how good you feel, the best he’s ever had, and how you’re taking him so well. “m-move, leon, please” you plead softly, desperate for any sort of friction he could provide. he doesn’t need much more encouragement than that as he slides out to the tip and rams back into your desperate, weeping cunt. you once again clap your hand over your mouth to avoid crying out at the sensation as his thick, veiny cock drags itself against your slick walls. you were practically sucking him in; your pussy devouring his cock and squeezing it in all the right places. “pussy so good, milking me so well” he groans into your ear, followed by a few sloppy kisses down your neck, careful not to leave any suspicious marks.

despite the small size of the exam room and the table, it did not stop Dr. Kennedy from bending you in all sorts of pleasurable positions. Your legs have ended up over his shoulders, you’ve ended up on your hands and knees and with each new position, the orgasms have white-hot pleasure coursing through ever cell of your body. You never had sex that felt this good or a man who was so knowledgeable on female pleasure. Your legs were shaky and your eyelids were droopy as Leon finally reached his own orgasm. “I’m gonna cum inside this pretty pussy. Give you a baby. Fill you nice and good so you can keep seeing me for months. Does that sound good to you baby? You want Dr. Kennedy’s seed? You want to birth a genius baby?” he coos, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You could only nod, wanting everything this man would give you.

His hips stutter, “get ready to take it pretty patient” he groans as he spills his seed into your pussy. you mewl as you feel the hot liquid coat your insides, feeling very full of leon has he fucks his ejaculation up into you. when he finally pulls out, he uses his thumb to plug the remnants of his orgasm that leaks out of you and keeps your ankles nice and elevated. he rubs soothing circles over your belly, muttering soft things about how he can't wait to see you nice and swollen with his baby. When you’ve sat for a few minutes coming down from your high, Dr. Kennedy cleans both of you up and leaves the room for you to change.

your legs feel like jello, but it would be impossible to wipe the pleasurable grin from your face. you’d be sore the next few days undoubtedly, but it was worth it. When you bid Dr. Kennedy goodbye, the scheduling assistant at the front desk suggested a follow-up appointment in a couple of weeks with your original OB/GYN, but you requested to change your primary provider to Dr. Kennedy. The assistant smiled a knowing smile, this was quite common after all. Maybe seeing your OB/GYN isn’t so bad after all.

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tags: @scar-crossedlvrs @kennedyswhore @roseglazedlens

also, i wrote this when i was on my break and away from tumblr but i want to say thank u to @lipglossanon who has also discussed her work on dr. kennedy as well!!! i didn’t want to keep this in the drafts since people had been asking for him so i’ll also tag @elfven-blog & @gigabyte-flare 💕✨

I beg for more sweet Leon

janitorai not working and im in NEED for Leon fucking Kennedy so here we go. Leon smut. Leon headcanons. Bear with my rambling :3 might write an actual fanfic for this later on? it’s my first writing so i am a bit rusty </3

Warnings: none, nothing triggering. Insecurities, a bit of anxiety but mostly fluffy smut. Just first time headcanons. Fem!reader. Soft Dom!Leon.

okay can we actually talk about Re4R!Leon? I love this man sm.

I feel like he would be anxious. Not showing it of course, but he would be nervous. What if he’s not good for you? What if you think he’s gonna use you for your body? He would never, but he’s nervous you’d think this way. It’s his biggest fear.

That’s why it takes so long for him to actually have his first time with you. It would take MONTHS. Also terrified after everything happening in Spain; he may not be showing any signs but he’s going through it.

He would eat you out for hours first, making sure you feel so good. He genuinely loves being buried between your thighs. Loves your scent, your taste— it’s a blessing.

But once he gets into it? Dear god. He’s the sweetest. When he first slid in, he could swear he was about to cum on spot. You feel heavenly. Is this is blessing after long years of misery? Maybe. He gave you a few minutes to adjust before actually thrusting. He keeps asking you if you’re okay, if you’re feeling good, IS HE doing good. Is he too big? Are you okay, are you in pain? Especially if it would be your first time, he would be so gentle. He would be silent, not wanting to let out any noise. What if you won’t like it? What if he’s too noisy? But when he lets out a grunt, and notices you’re clenching around him when he’s making noise— he’s suddenly feeling less insecure.

He thinks your pussy is heavenly, quickly grows pussydrunk. Your moans are a grace to his wounded heart. Can’t stop himself anymore. Keeps on thrusting, even when you cum, helping you through your orgasm and hugging you the whole time.

Yes, Leon would hold your hand entire time. Hug you. It’s like cuddle sex. Always on you, always kissing you, keeping his fingers intertwined with yours. It brings him comfort. Keeps him grounded. Keeps looking into your eyes to see if you’re okay.

He cums only at the end, only when he’s sure you felt oh so good. Cums whenever you ask him to, he’s not picky. And after that? Aftercare is so sweet with him. He kisses you, picks you up and gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay. After that, he takes you to bed, gives you water and everything you need, places you on his chest and lets you drift off. Watches you sleep, too. And you know what? He’s smiling. A genuine, small smile of his.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THE COLOR PINK AND HOW MUCH PINK CLOTHING AND SHIT I HAVE.

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗚𝗙.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘛𝘖𝘖𝘛𝘏 𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘜𝘎𝘎𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦?

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

leon's life, let's say, is devoid of all pink shades and carefreeness is almost complete,wherever he is, he is haunted by grayness, and the tones of his usual clothes are also not selective in brightness but rather lean toward black and blue, not to mention the fact that the events in his life as such are also not rosy, not at all.

but all the missing pink shades were added to him by you, and he damnably adored you, your pink clothes, cosmetic accessories, elements of home comfort, you instantly colored his life with your presence, starting with the image and ending with the details that gradually formed in his apartment — pink pillows, plush toys, sheets, brushes, shower gel with some incredibly sweet scent? everything he didn't have.

leon himself did not notice how the gentle shade began to attract him, although to be more precise, he was attracted to you, and the color was just a pleasant coloring of his everyday life, he treated you as he saw you, with a funny insistence that because of all this you reminded him of a princess, that’s why he behaved appropriately with you, gentle kisses, gentle touches, carrying you in his arms and trying to keep you from any danger, like a porcelain doll, afraid that an extra word, action or movement — would break you.

he looked with adoration when you bought some new clothes with him, a bunch of frills on blouses and skirts, some charming stockings and shoes, and not necessarily something open, sometimes it could be long sleeve shirts, jeans, with some particularly cute print and pink color, showing him things and trying them on yourself, listening to the approving hums, looking into his burning blue eyes and listening to how he continually, unable to restrain himself, showered you with compliments, asking you to twirl — «have a best girlfriend in the world, hmm? such a pretty dollie, such a gorgeous girl, twirl for me darling, would you?»

there were times when you both sat in the living room on the weekend, you on a soft sofa with your legs apart and with some kind of cosmetic mask on your face, while leon sat on the carpet between your spaced plush thighs, his dark strands collected with a soft bandana as you carefully placed the same mask you wore on his face, despite the fact that his skin was usually incredibly clear, you wanted him to relax with you, even if it meant listening to his mumbled complaints — «sweetheart, i don't think it's.. uh.. for me»

but you just frown in response, pouting a little and muttering with feigned resentment in your voice — «want you to be pretty with me» and how can he say no to that? a slightly rough laugh immediately sounds under your ear and he waves his head slightly, still allowing you to carefully and evenly place the fabric mask on his face to get into the cutouts, when he looks into your eyes and slightly stretches out his lips like a tube, beckoning you to kiss him, to which you immediately smile and softly peck him on the lips, fidgeting with your nose against his with a pleased look, carefully holding the mask on your own face.

leon also loved to take warm baths with you, he never thought that bathing in aromatic oils and pink foam with the scent of cherry could relax so much, and how wrong he was, because as soon as he settled into a ceramic bath and your warm body pressed against his, settling between his legs, he immediately wearily buries his nose in the back of your neck, causing you to giggle lightly from the tickling as he squeezes you like a plush toy, feeling how the tension in his muscles gradually seems to dissolve.

he allows you to rub fragrant oils into his shoulders, massaging in circular motions and watching as his eyelashes flutter, closing his blue eyes that practically roll back when you move along his arms, sitting to face him and allowing him to soon hide in your damp shoulder, going limp and making relieved moans every time you massaged the knots in his muscles, devoting all your time to caring for your beloved man, wash his dark mop of hair for him, scratching and massaging, knowing that he will definitely return everything, as soon as he'd regain a little from complete relaxation.

leon will feel guilty if he doesn’t return the favor, so don’t expect that you will leave the bathroom until he washes you in return, his warm calloused palms covered with pinkish foam gently fidget over your soft body, gently massaging your shoulders and shamelessly going down to your tender breasts, squeezing and not hesitating to tease, running over your slightly erect and hard nipples, lightly squeezing them and rubbing them with his pads, making you let out a slight whine and jerk your legs, murmuring — «l-lee! mmh, n-not fair, i wanted you to relax!»

he just laughs, finding your words and desire to take care of him charming, as if it seems to you that he will fall apart if he overexerts himself, and how can he restrain himself when you are sitting between his legs so beautiful, with wet shiny skin, he can’t restrain himself while being next to you, always touching, kissing, and in the end it all ends in slow sex, but your desire is the law and he doesn’t want to upset you, so with a short kiss on the curve of your neck, he removes his hands from your body so that instead wash your hair, he can do at least something, right?

he knew that after the bath you would definitely go to bed where dusty pinkish bed linens, fluffy blankets and a couple of your plush toys would be waiting for him, a wide contrast to how his bedroom used to look, two pillows and some gray or blue sheets, but now everything smelled of comfort, as well as the soft notes of floral laundry conditioner, he loved what his life had become, he loved falling asleep and waking up in this bed with you, holding you close to him every night, like hugging a plush toy.

usually he sleeps buried in your chest or neck, the closer the better, happy when you lay in his arms as if curled up and he could snuggle closer to your warmth and scent, and be that as it may, his sleep next to you is like a baby’s, he wakes up much more relaxed and cheerful, he’s really damn grateful to you for embellishing his life, and, well, he can afford a little whim in honor of gratitude, right?

especially when you're lying there in one of your adorable nighties, the soft fabric flowing over your body, and underneath there's definitely an adorable pair of panties just for him, so you won't mind too much if he settles between your soft legs and pulls them down, maybe just pushes them away to the side, making sure to find the wet folds and twitching clit bud, letting your fingers bury themselves in his fluffy strands, as baby blues eyes look at you with a slight smile on his handsome face and he whispers softly, making you clench and gush around nothing — «let me take care of you, pretty girl? wanna thank you properly for all your care»

of course you agree, spreading your legs wider and letting him wrap his arms around them for comfort, briefly lifting up to kiss your lips and rosy cheeks, before delve in ‹𝟹

God I need him so bad

Requested by anonymous.

He's so girl dad, I can't wait

CO-PARENTING 101!⠀FT. LEON S. KENNEDY

series description: following his split from his wife, Leon Kennedy finds himself struggling with the challenges of being a divorced father, co-parenting his little princess. this leads him to seek genuine advice, ultimately leading him to your doorstep, his ex-wife, for guidance.

genres: dad!leon au, afab!reader, exes ➜ lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut, general parent struggles (leon kennedy is one hell of a dad).

EPISODES!⠀

PILOT: how (NOT) to deal with your struggles

MORE EPISODES TO COME...

current watchers: comment on this post or dm me if you wanna be tagged in the upcoming episodes of this serie!

notes: i can’t believe i reached to 350 followers!! i love each and every one of you so dearly, thank you for joining me in my delusion. count this serie as a thank you gift!

© kennedyswhore 2023. banner made by me. please do not copy, repost or translate any of my work.

Woah...

Leon S. Kennedy NSFW Audios. 18+ only.

Based on the anonymous ask I received. ⚠️ means non-con, dub-con, or anything triggering.

NONE of these works are mine, unfortunately I’m a dumbass and forgot to even give proper credit. I shall link the VA’s profiles when I find them again. I apologise for any offence caused.

RE2!Boyfriend!Leon admitting his kinks to you, and you try them out (includes: daddy and breeding)

RE4!Best friend!Leon has a movie night with you and eats you out

RE4!Boyfriend’s older brother!Leon fucking you while his girlfriend is right next to him

Pre-RE2!Rookie!!bully!Leon finding out he has to share a room with you (OOC)

RE4!Boyfriend’s brother!Leon moving away and things get heated with you before he goes

RE2!Virgin!Leon takes your virginity and he’s good at it

RE6!Leon getting jealous and fucking you in front of the neighbour

RE4!brother’s best friend!Leon fucks you at a party

Vendetta!Teacher!Leon fucks you, his favourite student on thanksgiving

RE6!boyfriend’s dad!Leon asks you to meet up

RE2!Roommate!Leon catching you masturbating in his bed

You suck sub!RE2!Leon’s cock while he’s playing games with his friends

More to be added….

Holy moly

I love it so much Lipgloss (I love all of your works actually 🤭)

This is my new favorite fic and I'll definitely be rereading this so many times.

Spit In My Face My Love (It Won’t Phase Me)

{previous installment}

Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

written for @gumiegumie, 🪷 anon, and another anon who requested a follow up where reader’s mom notices hickeys/bite marks and asks her about it and combining it with the other asks where reader dresses up and Leon stops her from going out as well as getting jealous over a guy and fucking reader while the guy’s downstairs 👌 and then added some feelings on top. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, OC for plot purposes, jealous Leon, mean Leon, rough sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, kissing, multiple creampies, dirty talk, little bit of blood, biting, marking, possessive Leon, feelings are happening!! 🫣

not proofread ✌️

title from Spit in My Face by ThxSoMch 💜

dividers from @firefly-graphics

Pulling into the garage, you and Leon are able to sneak into the house without seeing either of your parents. After getting cleaned up, Leon heads downstairs to let his dad know you both made it home safe while you hang out in his room.  

You crawl into his bed, burrowing yourself under his sheets. Tucking your face into his pillow, you sigh at how good Leon smells. It makes you giddy like that time you had a major crush, bordering on lov—

You flail until you’re sitting upright, heart pounding in your chest eyes darting to the door. You’re falling for Leon? Oh no no no. Just how? You can’t—

The door to his room opens as Leon steps inside. 

“We’re good,” he rubs the back of his head as he shuts the door, “said it was smarter to pull over than get in a wreck.”

“Uh huh,” your throat feels tight, anxiousness making you nervous. 

“Well I should probably head back to my room and—“

“Stay,” he interrupts, joining you on the bed, “not like they’re gonna notice.”

You squeak when he slips under the covers and pulls you to his chest, tucking you both under the sheets. Heart pounding in your throat, you feel embarrassed with yourself for having a.. a crush on Leon. 

It’s totally fine, it’ll go away just like all the others. 

Everything’s totally fine.

The next morning, as you and Leon grab breakfast in the kitchen, your mom walks in, pauses, and does a double take. 

You frown at her staring, “What?”

“Where did you get that?” she puts her hands on her hips, nodding to your neck. 

You slap a hand on the bruised bite mark left by Leon from yesterday. You chance a glance at him only to see his big dumb grin over your mom’s shoulder. 

‘Oops’ he mouths at you. 

“Young lady, don’t make me ask you again,” your mom pulls your gaze back to her angry one.  

“I-it’s from my boyfriend,” you lie through your teeth while Leon stifles a laugh but completely fails, making you want to sink into the floor.  

“Oh really?” your mom narrows her eyes at you.

“Yep, was actually going to the mall later to meet up with him,” you nod your head, “Leon said he was gonna take me.”

He clears his throat when your mom switches her attention to him. 

“Have you met this boyfriend?”

“No,” he crosses his arm, drawing your eyes to his thick biceps, hating him just a little bit, “but I planned to today.”

Your mom sighs in relief, “Good, you can tell him that we’d like to meet him; invite him to dinner tomorrow night!”

“Mom!”

Leon smirks, “That’s a great idea! I’ll definitely make sure to invite’em and won’t take no for an answer.”

Your mom claps her hands happily, “Perfect! Oh, I can’t wait to meet him,” she turns back to you, “you shouldn’t feel like you have to keep your dating life a secret, sweetie.“

A tight smile crosses your face, “Thanks, mom.”

You glare at Leon as your mom pulls you into a quick hug and he flips you off. 

“Should we get going, sis? Don’t want you to be late for your meet up,” Leon tries to fight down his grin and fails. 

“Sure, big bro,” you roll your eyes at him, “let me grab my wallet and we can go.”

As soon as you meet up with Leon in the car outside, you sock him in the arm. 

“What’s that for?!” he scowls at you, rubbing the muscle. 

“That’s for being a complete ass,” you sneer, “don’t wanna be late for your meet up,” you mimic in a high pitched snippy tone. 

Leon laughs at you as he pulls the car out of the driveway and heads out to the mall. 

“What did you want me to say? ‘Oh don’t worry, I’m the one railing your cute little daughter and got a bit too wild last night’,” he rolls his eyes while you shiver at his words, “don’t think that one’s gonna fly, princess.”

“God, you suck so much,” you gripe, slumping back into the seat with crossed arms, glaring out the window. 

“And you like it,” he smirks at you then turns back to the road, “now what’re we going to do at the mall? Just walk around til it’s been long enough for a date?”

You shrug, “I guess so.”

“Save the charm for your boyfriend there princess,” Leon chuckles to himself. 

You can’t believe you like this guy. He’s such a jerk to you. Shooting a look over at him, you narrow your eyes as an idea occurs to you. You’ll find a guy in the mall, any guy will work, and get him to go as your date for the dinner your mom’s planning. 

Leon’s definitely not going to like this, but let’em get a taste of his own medicine. 

You smile at him, “You’re right, I should save it.”

Settling into the quiet, you try to form some semblance of a plan. You’ll need to get Leon to go off and leave you alone so you can find someone. Shouldn’t be too hard honestly, you can just say you’re going to the restroom. You drum your fingers on your lap and just watch the scenery go by the window. 

Parking and getting inside is easy; separating from Leon is more difficult than you expected. He follows you everywhere; even waiting for you outside the restroom. 

Finally making it to the food court, you’re able to split up as you both want something different to eat. It really does work out for you as you bump into an old classmate and strike up a conversation. You flirt a little and as soon as he starts flirting back, you feel sweet satisfaction deep in your chest. This is perfect. 

Your classmate follows you back to the table Leon’s already seated at, sitting next to you and across from him. 

“Oh, Leon, this is an old friend, Brad,” you gesture across the table, smiling wide at Leon’s flat expression, “Brad this is my step brother, Leon.”

“Nice to meet you!” Brad holds his hand out but Leon ignores it. 

“It is, isn’t it?” Leon smiles back, but it’s laced with disdain making butterflies flutter in your chest. 

“I was just inviting Brad over tonight actually; we’re going out to see a movie and since mom would love to meet him it makes sense for him to swing by and pick me up,” your smile widens even further at Leon’s hateful glare aimed at the guy. 

“Should be fun,” Brad chimes in, nervously gazing from Leon over to you, “does 6 sound good?”

“It’s perfect,” you laugh, “I’m really excited to—“

“Actually, we have to head back now, I forgot we needed to run an errand for my dad,” Leon cuts in, standing up and pulling you up by your arm, “we’ll catch you later, Brett.”

“Uh, i-it’s Brad,“ he stutters out. 

Leon smirks, “Sure, we’ll see you later.”

You frown at Leon but make sure to smile and wave at Brad, “See you at 6!”

As soon as you’re far enough away, you jerk your arm back, “What’s the problem? And what errand?”

“No errand,” Leon shrugged, shoulders stiff, “was just tired of that guy eye fucking you in front of me.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Well, you said I should find a boyfriend and so I did.”

He doesn’t say anything but you can see his jaw clench. He gives you the silent treatment from there all the way back to the house. Once home, he slips off to his room as you let your mom know about your date coming over. 

“I was hoping to see him tomorrow, but tonight isn’t too shabby,” she laughs and pats your arm, “you better go get ready, it’s only a couple of hours til he gets here.”

You head upstairs and bypass Leon’s room. Pausing, you frown at the door. It’s not fair for him to get so upset; it’s his fault anyway you think as you run your hand over the makeup covered bruise he left on your neck. 

Whatever. 

You feel a pang of disappointment and something a little like heartbreak, but squish it down and continue on to your room to get ready. 

Leon can just get over himself. 

A couple of hours later, just as you’re finishing up, there’s a knock on your door. 

“Come in!”

You stay seated at your vanity as you finish the last bit of your makeup and clasp a pretty necklace around your neck. 

“Bart’s downstairs,” Leon’s dull voice calls out, “seems he came early to make a good impression. He’s sucking up to your mom right now.”

You sigh and stand up, “Alright, I’m headed down—“

“No.”

You meet Leon’s baleful glare with surprise. 

“What?”

“You’re not going out looking like that,” he spits out, coming all the way into your room and closing the door. 

“What’re you talking about? It’s just a cute dress,” you roll your eyes, “it’s nothing obscene. You’re just being a jerk.”

Leon strides over to you making you step back until you bump your vanity. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears so loudly you’re surprised he can’t hear it. He grabs your waist and hoists you on top of the wooden surface, shoving your dress hem up until he can see your panties. Cute pale lace with a little rose bow on top. 

His fingers wrap around your thighs, thumbs pressing hard into the bruises he left last time making you choke out a whine. Slick drips from your cunt into your panties. Goosebumps race across your body as your thighs part for his bulky frame. 

“You’re not going out looking like this,” he hisses down at you, eyes narrowed, “I own this slutty little cunt and you’re not showing any of this to anyone else, got it?”

You open your mouth to argue, but Leon shoves his tongue inside, sloppily licking against your own. Moaning, you feel his broad hands grope you through your dress, fingers roughly pinching your nipples until you’re crying out. 

He kisses you so messily that spit drips down your chin; your hands dig into his shoulders as you suck on his thick tongue, whining when he fucks it in and out of your mouth. 

He pulls away, hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back.

“Think you need to be shown who you belong to,” he growls.

He flips your around, bending you over the vanity forcing you face to face with your mirror. Slick floods the gusset of your panties, hole clenching around nothing. 

“You’re gonna watch as I fuck this cute pussy til you understand that you’re mine,” he slaps your ass making you whimper, “thought we already had this lesson in the car.”

In a flash it seems, Leon has already ripped your clothes off. He unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick out, staying fully clothed, as he ruts his thick cock against your silky wet pussy. 

“You’re soaked,” he grins at you in the mirror, “this pussy knows who owns her, huh princess? She’s fucking crying to get dicked down.”

You whine as his tip pushes through your pussy lips and bumps your clit, the fat head of his cock leaking precum all over your sensitive bud. 

“Leon,” you whine, grinding back on him, “please, want it, big brother.”

His dark eyes narrow at you and he slaps your ass hard making you squeal. 

“You’ll take what I give you,” he growls out, rubbing his cock all over your cunt and only ghosting the tip across your soaked hole, “you need to learn some manners.”

“Sorry, big brother,” you whimper, watching as his big hands cup your breasts, massaging the soft skin. 

“You will be,” he smirks, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, “gonna wreck your cute pussy all night.”

You moan, bucking back against him as he tweaks and tugs on your nipples. His cock glides against your wet cunt, head catching on your clenching hole making you both groan. 

“Should I?” he teases, “should I push inside my sister’s needy little pussy?”

“Yes, yes, please, big brother,” you pant, “please, I want it.”

He slaps your ass again then reaches down to guide his dick into your cunt, sinking easily into your slick fluttering walls until he’s bottoming out and making you choke out a whine. 

“Got this little pussy molded to fit my cock,” he hisses, eyes glued to where you’re joined, “still so fucking tight, baby sis.”

You whimper shakily, “Ungh, you’re so big, Leon.”

He laughs, “Nah, you just have a little hole.”

Clenching down on him makes you moan, “Uh uh, your cock is too big. It hurts.”

He groans and grinds himself deeper, tip kissing your cervix making you wail. 

“Shut the fuck up,” his palm covers your mouth, “trying to get caught? Want everyone to open that door to see me fucking your needy cunt, princess?”

Your eyes roll back as your walls flutter around his throbbing cock, feeling strung out as he grinds against your cervix making you squeal and drool, pussy squeezing him tightly. 

“Think you like how it hurts,” he coos in your ear, “like how deep big brother can reach inside your cute cunt, god you’re gripping me so fucking tight. Don’t worry, baby, ‘m not pulling out anytime soon.”

Your body shudders, pussy walls pulsing around his dick as he rocks against you, letting your pussy squeeze down on him. Feeling like jello, your brain can’t think of anything except how good it feels. He drops his hand from your mouth to grab onto your hip. 

“Big brother,” you gasp, eyes fighting to stay on his face in the mirror, “want you to fuck me.”

He grunts, pulling out to fuck back in just as deep. You moan, bouncing back against him. Leon’s hands grip your hips tightly, pounding his cock into your messy cunt harder and harder, the sound of skin slapping together sounding loud in your room. 

“Feel me rearranging your guts, princess?” his harsh voice whispers in your ear, hands fisted in your hair to hold your tear stained face up to the mirror. 

You distantly realize your makeup’s totally ruined, smeared across your face, eyes hooded as you watch Leon bully his cock into your soaked cunt. He continues to rub against your g-spot with unerring accuracy, slick sliding down his cock to drip off his balls. 

“S’too deep, big brother,” you whine, drool slipping from your lips to land on your vanity, fingers digging into its wooden surface. 

“Oh, I don’t think I’m deep enough,” he laughs meanly, “think I can fuck the tip straight into your womb, sweetheart?”

Your pussy clamps down like a vice around his throbbing length, spine arching and eyes rolling back as you cum around his cock. 

He laughs even harder, “What a little freak my baby sis is, fucking gagging for it, what a slut.”

Gasping and panting, you push back against him as he thrusts harder into your soaked hole, “‘m your slut, big brother.”

Leon makes a low groaning noise in his throat, “Yeah, ya are—my little cumslut. Gonna fill you up so good, let it drip out of that needy fucking pussy while he takes you to the fucking movies.”

“No,” you cry out. 

Pushing up enough to move your hands behind you both, you clasp onto the back of Leon’s neck, body arching beautifully for him, letting him fuck his thick cock into your sensitive pussy even deeper. 

“Don’t wanna go, just want you,” tears gather in your eyes, head tilting back to look up at Leon’s chiseled features, “please, big brother—Leon.”

He snarls down at you, one hand wrapping around your neck and his other sliding down to rub at your overstimulated cunt, fingertips teasing across your clit. 

“Fine, gonna keep you here, tell your little boy toy to fuck off then come up here and rail you so hard you’ll feel my cock in your throat,” he rumbles darkly, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he squeezes your throat. 

“Please, please, please,” you chant, tears streaking your face as your nails scratch at his skin. 

Leon’s fingers rub your pudgy sensitive clit until you’re clawing his neck and scalp, babbling and shaking as you cream all over his cock, orgasm making your brain complete mush. 

“Good fucking girl,” he hisses, head dipping down so his teeth sink into your shoulder as he buries his dick inside your fluttering hole, spilling hot sticky cum inside your pussy, “mmm, milk me, take that load deep into that hot pretty princess cunt.”

You whimper and mewl, legs shaking as Leon’s cum drips down your thighs from your still stuffed hole. He grunts as he slips his spent cock from your pussy. 

“Here,” he eases you backwards until he can set you down on the bed, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He drops kisses to the top of your head, the apples of your cheeks, then your parted lips. A surge of deep want floods your body. Feeling needy, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him into a filthy tongue filled kiss. 

He groans, kneeling on the bed before letting you drag him down on top of you. You want him so much tears prick your eyes, mouth sloppily kissing him. He moans, rutting his half hard cock against your cream covered pussy. 

“Princess,” he mutters against your lips. 

You ignore him and rock against his stiffening dick, legs wrapping around his waist. 

“Again,” you whisper against his lips, “please, Leon.”

A low pained sound slips from his mouth, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give it to ya.”

Reaching between your bodies, he presses the tip of his cock inside your pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re so sticky inside, baby,” he bottoms out quickly, stealing your breath. 

“Want it, please,” you whine, nails scratching against his back, “want big brother to fill me up again.”

He groans, pulling out and fucking back into your sloppy sounding pussy, “Mm don’t worry, I will, princess. God, what’s gotten into you?”

That needy want fills your sex addled mind; you want more than just sex with Leon but can’t articulate anything in your cockdrunk haze. 

“Want you,” you whimper, hands tugging him down into a kiss, “wanna feel full.”

“Can’t stay too long, they expect you downstairs,” he murmurs against your mouth. 

“Don’t care,” you sigh as Leon ruts his dick just right and rubs along the spongy spot inside your cunt, “just want you.”

“Fuck,” he growls, hips snapping into you harder, “yeah? Just need big brother pounding your cute pussy?”

“Yes, yes,” you moan, “just need my pussy stuffed with big brother’s cock.”

“Fucking hell,” his hips hump into your clenching hole harder, fucking your cunt rougher than before, “pussy gripping me so fucking good.”

He licks into your panting mouth as he picks up the pace, rabbiting his cock into your squelching cunt so hard the bed rattles. His pelvis presses down on your swollen clit on every thrust and paired with his dick nailing your g-spot repeatedly, your back arches off the bed—orgasm hitting you so hard you see fireworks behind your closed eyelids. 

“There you go,” he soothes, “milk me, sweetheart, milk big brother’s cock so he can breed your pussy.”

Your nails score down his back making him hiss and ram his dick harder into your cunt, tip knocking against your cervix til he’s spilling inside you again. He grunts as rope after rope of hot cum floods your pussy. Laying there until he catches his breath, Leon raises up to pull out of your spasming heat. 

When you whine up at him, he pets your head. 

“Relax for me, princess. I’m gonna grab you some water,” he kisses you gently one last time. 

You hum, smiling dopily up at him, “‘Kay.”

You watch with tired eyes as he moves off the bed and walks over to the door. 

Leon gives you a crooked smile as he slips out of your room, closing the door behind him. He dips into the bathroom to give himself a once over, wiping your makeup off of his face with a smirk. He makes his way downstairs, practically skipping. 

He swings into the living room, making sure to look suitably concerned as he makes his way to your mom and Brent? Brett? Whatever. 

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but sadly you guys are gonna have to take a rain check,” Leon looks down, closing his hand into a fist once he sees your lipgloss smeared along his palm, “she’s not feeling well, got a bad migraine.”

Your mom frowns, “Oh poor thing, I’ll go up in a moment and check on her.”

Leon shoots her a disarming smile , “Don’t worry, I’m grabbing her a water and some meds. You can show our guest out,” Leon shoots a simpering smile over to Bentley(?). 

She smiles over at Leon and then stands up to walk the other guy to the door, “Thanks, Leon.”

He gives her a two fingered salute and walks off toward the kitchen, subtly watching as he guides that idiot to the front door. Leon’s in and out of the kitchen, grabbing a couple of waters, and quickly making his way upstairs. He stops by his room and grabs one of his old phys ed shirts, eager to see you wearing it, and slips back into your room. 

You’ve already undressed, sleepily lounging on the bed in a nightshirt, coming to when you hear the door click shut. 

“Baby,” he murmurs, moving over to you and cupping your face, “let’s get a shower and head to bed.”

“Sounds good,” you slur, turning your face to kiss his thumb.

His heart clenches tightly, sticky warmth filling his chest and making his ears burn. 

“So sweet,” he mutters under his breath, helping you up. 

“Just wanted you to be nice,” you mumble, leaning into his side, “didn’t care about Brad.”

Leon winces, glad you’re sleepily nuzzling into him as he guides you quietly out into the hall to the nearby bathroom. 

“I know,” he rumbles, dropping a kiss to to your head, “you deserve someone sweeter.”

He sits you down on the closed toilet lid once you both enter the bathroom, turning and locking the door. 

You’re pouting at him and he can’t help but grin at you. 

“You can be sweet,” you murmur, eyelashes kissing your cheeks when you look away to the wall, picking at your nails. 

He wants to pull his hair at the flood of butterflies swarming in his stomach, threatening to choke him. Is this a crush? It’s way more intense than that it seems. He’s never felt like this before. 

“You drive me crazy,” he finally sighs, kneeling in front of you, helping you slip your shirt off, “I don’t know what to do.”

Your fingers brush away the fringe from his face, letting him meet your eyes unhindered, “Just…”

He watches as you bite your bottom lip, holding back what you want to say. 

“Just be mindful,” you say, a weak smile crossing your face. 

He knows that’s not what you wanted to say but he’s too chickenshit to ask you for more. 

“Ready for that shower, princess?” 

He tilts your wrist up to kiss your pulse point, eyes never leaving yours so he sees when your breath hitches. 

“Please, Leon,” you whisper. 

His eyes search yours for a second before standing up to step over to the full bath, flicking on the water. He feels like he’s out of his depth but not even sure how to cross that line with you. He glances back to see you brushing against the bruising on your thighs and hips, darker than before. Heated possession settles deep in his gut, pleased at the marks he left, wanting to leave more. 

He pulls his attention back to the water thinking to himself that he’s fucked, already half in love with you with not a goddamn clue on where you stand in this backwards ass relationship. 

You’re quiet in the shower, lost in thought it seems to Leon so he doesn’t push it, helps you wash off before cleaning himself then shutting off the water. You step out in your towel, leaving him alone in the bathroom with his swirling thoughts. As he dries his hair with the towel, he stares at the closed door. His stomach rolls with the thought you would’ve went out with that dickhead just to spite him, but to be fair, he drove you to it. 

Frustrated, he wraps the towel around his waist and leaves the bathroom, heading into his room prepared to wallow and listen to music as he parcels through his messy feelings; however, opening the door draws him up short. 

His eyes drift from your bare legs up to his shirt that’s so long it hits the top of your thighs, gaze finally moving all the way up to see you completely asleep on his bed. It feels like a sucker punch to his solar plexus. He quietly closes his door and leans against it. He feels sick. Fuck. 

It’s not fair. You’re too fucking good and he wants more than what you’re willing to give. He wants to take you out, wants to spoil you, wants to love—

He shakes his head hard. No. He can’t go there. He’ll get over it. It’s just infatuation. It’s honestly nothing. 

He ignores the crisis waiting to happen and slides in a pair of briefs before slipping into bed behind you. You murmur, turning in your sleep to bury your face into his chest. He clenches his eyes shut, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer. He falls asleep nuzzling into your hair, listening to your even breathing as he relaxes against you. 

You wake up with a start. 

Disoriented, your eyes rapidly look around, a sigh escaping you once you realize you fell asleep in Leon’s room. You roll over, coming face to face with his sleeping face. Your eyes squint as you read the time on your watch. It’s before seven am, so he’s not waking up for awhile. 

You smile to yourself, taking in his slack mouth and dark eyelashes, eyes tracing the little freckles down to the vampire bite he has on his neck. You want to run your hands over that pair of freckles but refrain from waking him up. He looks so sweet like this. That feeling of want ramps up again making your toes curl. You wish he was just a boy you had met at school or the mall or something. 

It would make this whirlwind of feelings less messy; your heart thumps painfully in your chest making your breath stutter. If he was just some guy you had met, you could be months into a relationship now. You let yourself daydream what that would be like. Would he be sweeter to you? He’d take you out on dates, but would he be mean like he is now or…

You bite your lip. Would he just be mean during sex? Your cunt throbs but you ignore it. You’re pretty sure he would be, he just can’t help himself. Luckily for you both, you likeit. However… 

You deflate a little. You wish he were sweeter to you sometimes. Like at the company picnic. Not that you don’t like him as he is, just—

Tears prick your eyes and you blink rapidly, willing them away. 

You just want him to like you like you like him. 

“Y’kay?” he mumbles, eyes blinking sleepily, thumb clumsily rubbing your cheek. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, giving him a watery smile, lie slipping off your tongue, “just a bad dream.”

“C’mere,” he slurs, tugging you into his body, tucking your face into his neck, “shoulda woke me up.”

His warm palms stroke down your back, a slow back and forth that almost makes you want to cry. You wrap your hand around him and squeeze, nuzzling deeper into his neck. 

“Hey, s’okay,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep, “I got you, baby.”

You sniffle, tears slipping from your eyes, heart aching at his words. 

“Yeah?” your voice comes out small. 

“A’course,” he pets you, hands softly stroking your head and down your back, “always got you.”

Letting yourself have this moment, you squeeze him tighter to you. 

Who knew being in love sucked so much?

You stay in Leon’s arms for most of the morning, mainly cause he falls back to sleep holding you and you just don’t have the heart to wake him up by pulling away. 

Once he rolls over in his sleep, you take the opportunity to slip from his room and go back into yours. You get dressed and walk downstairs, heading to where you can hear your mom cooking in the kitchen. 

“Oh honey,” she walks up to you, putting the palm of her hand on your forehead, “you feeling better? Leon told us you had a nasty headache.”

You want to laugh hysterically. God, you’re all over the place this morning. 

“Uh yeah,” you give her a small smile, “think I just was a little dehydrated.”

She clicks her tongue and turns back to the stove, “You know to drink more water. Maybe take a break from the sodas and coffee today.”

Nodding although she can’t see it, you push yourself up to sit on the counter, “I’m going to.”

“Good,” she turns with a little grin, “that Brad sure is cute.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to see him anymore.”

She frowns, “But why, he’s such a nice young man.”

You kick your feet against the cabinet as you look over at the window, “I dunno, just don’t feel that spark, y’know?”

She smiles, eyes softening in understanding, “I know,” she turns back to the pan on the cooktop, “well just make sure to let him down easy.”

You hum your agreement and let the conversation drift into a comfortable silence. 

“Oh!” 

You turn to your mom wiping her hands on her apron, “We’re going on a trip!”

“Everyone?” 

“No,” she laughs, “we’re gonna leave Leon in charge but we’ll be gone for the week starting tomorrow!”

She sighs happily, “I’ve always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon.”

You giggle, “That’s like a family vacation.”

She swats at you with her own giggle, “Yeah well it’s also for couples.”

“What’s for couples?”

You both turn to see Leon rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he walks into the kitchen. Hands digging into the edge of the counter, you nod your head to your mom. 

“The Grand Canyon.”

Leon barks out a laugh then covers his mouth as your mom swats him the dish towel. 

“It is very romantic, thank you,” she sniffs haughtily but it falls flat when she laughs afterward. 

She takes on a serious face, “But that means you’ll be in charge while we’re gone, so no wild parties mister.”

His eyes dart to you with a gleam and your thighs press together, “Oh no, wouldn’t dream of it.”

She purses her lips, “I mean it, Leon. We’ll be checking the security cameras to make sure.”

Leon laughs at that, attention going back to your mom letting you breathe easily, “Yes, ma’am.”

She shakes her head with a good natured sigh, “Kids.”

A timer goes off on her phone and she shuts the stove eye off.

“I’ve got to finish packing,” she says to you, slipping her apron off and hanging it on a hook connected to the back of the pantry door, “once this is cool, will you put it in a dish and stick in the fridge?”

“Sure, mom,” you smile at her, watching as she leaves the kitchen. 

Leon waits a beat, eyes tracking your mom before making his way over to you. He smirks, long fingers pushing your legs open to slot himself between your thighs. 

“How’re you this morning?” he kisses your neck making you gasp. 

“I-I’m okay,” your voice shakes as his lips drag along your neck, nipping and kissing the bruised skin. 

“Mmm,” he hums, tongue dipping out to taste your throat, “no more bad dreams?”

“N-no,” your hands grip his shoulders, wanting to push him away but liking the attention. 

“Princess,” he rumbles, raising his head up to look down at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

He presses his lips to yours, kissing you like he’s never tasted anything this good in his life. You whine and he gets rougher, biting your bottom lip and licking across it before slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hands drop to your thighs, yanking your body to the edge of the counter. 

You pull away with a pant, “Leon, we’re not alone.”

“I know,” he rolls his eyes, fingers digging into the bruises making your cunt leak slick. 

He kisses you wetly one last time and moves completely away from you. He opens his mouth to say something when his dad breezes into the kitchen. 

“Honey, I— oh hey you two,” he smiles, “I got off work early so we can leave out tonight.”

“Congrats, pops,” Leon gives him a crooked smile and your heart flips at the soft look. 

His dad rolls his eyes making you think that’s definitely where Leon picked it up from. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just ready to have the house to yourself.”

“Did you already know?”

Leon turns to you brow furrowed, “Pops told me the other day.”

“Ah,” you shrug, “mom just told me today.”

Your stepdad laughs, “She’s so excited that it must’ve slipped her mind. I’m gonna go tell her the good news. See you both later!”

You slip off the counter, following after him when Leon grabs your forearm stopping you. 

“What?” you squint your eyes at him. 

“You seem off—weird.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, “Gee, thanks for the compliment.”

Wrenching your arm away, you rush off, locking yourself in your room to try and sort out your chaotic emotions. Hours later, there’s a knock at your door. 

Opening it to your mom and stepdad, they both hug you and bid goodbye, promising to call, reminding you that service isn’t great so to be careful and take care of each other. You smile and wave them off, closing your door once they disappear down the stairs. 

Luckily unluckily, Leon leaves you be for the rest of the day. You hear him pause outside your door a couple of times but he doesn’t stay longer than a handful of seconds before walking on to his room. You feel like throwing up, your nerves are so all over the place.

It’s a couple of days later and the house is quiet. You’ve avoided or given Leon the cold shoulder anytime you’ve run into him. Surprisingly, it’s worked even if his stare makes chills run down your spine. Tiptoeing out of your room, you’ve slipped down into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before scurrying back up to your room. 

After agonizing all night again, you’ve determined that you’re just going to have to stop being with Leon. It hurts to even think it, but if it’s all one sided, it’s better to quit now before you get even more involved. 

Finally leaving your room, you walk over to Leon’s but chicken out last minute and veer downstairs. You’ll just chill in the living room and once Leon comes down, you can talk to him in a neutral territory. Flipping on the TV and finding reruns of a sitcom you like, you settle down and let it take your mind off things. 

You’re cringing and giggling at Michael hitting Meredith with his car when the doorbell rings. You glance upstairs but don’t see any movement so when the doorbell goes off again, you sigh and climb up off the couch. Glancing through the peephole, you frown to see Brad on the other side. 

“Who is it?” A hot gust of air whispers in your ear. 

You squeak rubbing the shell of your ear as you pull back to glare at Leon. 

“Brad,” you deadpan.

Leon’s jaw clenches, “Who said you could invite him over, princess? I’m in charge and starting now he’s banned from ever stepping foot here again.”

You scoff, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t even have a way to contact him. I guess he’s stopping by to check in.”

“Tell him to leave or I will, and it won’t be nice,” Leon’s voice darkens, pressing you against the door, “I’ll make it to where he’ll wish he never met you.”

As much as that makes your heartbeat fast and cunt ache, you bare your teeth at him, “I’ll talk to whoever the fuck I want to. You might think you own me, but you don’t own shit, Leon.”

You shove him away and open the door, smiling too brightly at Brad.

“Hi!”

Brad smiles back, “Hi, uh, how’re you feeling?”

“Better,” you shoot a glare at Leon, stepping out onto the porch and closing the door, “sorry I had to cancel our plans.”

Brad laughs, “Don’t apologize, kinda last minute plans at that, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you grin at him, “what’re you—“

The door pulls open and Leon steps out next to you. 

“Benton, so nice to see you again!”

The smile on your face tightens, anger pulsing in your temples. 

“I-it’s Brad,” the boy tries to correct with a nervous smile, “and yeah, it’s nice to—“

“Yeah, yeah, listen, can I talk to you for a sec?” Leon’s grinning but his eyes are dead as he grabs Brad by the arm and frog marches him down the porch steps.

“Leon, what’re you doing?”

He turns to you with a look so dark that it makes you pause. 

“Just guy talk, princess.”

Your heart rabbits in your chest, worry overtaking the anger as Leon leads Brad back to his car parked out on the street. You lean over the porch banister, torn between wanting to go down there or watching what Leon will do. 

Leon doesn’t raise his voice or hands, but even from here you can see the fear etched on Brad’s face. He’s pulling away from Leon like he’s been burned and climbing into his car, peeling out from your street without even a look back at you. Leisurely making his way back to be house, Leon stops on the porch and gestures for you to go into the house first. 

You glare at him and storm past him, climbing up the stairs as he shuts and locks the front door. Nerves shoot through you when you hear him chase after you and grab you right outside his room. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“My room, Leon,” you spit out, twisting in his arms. 

You squeal when he deadlifts you over his shoulder, pushing into his room and throwing you down onto his bed. 

“Nah, enough of that,” he climbs onto the bed after you, pinning your wrists down with his hands, “you seem to be getting airs, little princess.”

“Fuck off, Leon,” you’re so frustrated that tears are threatening to spill, “get off me, this is done. I’m done. We’re done, okay?”

He frowns, leaning up on his haunches and letting you slide back until you’re leaning against the headboard, pulling your knees up to your chest, wiping the tears from your face. 

“What’re you talking about?” he’s watching you closely.

“This,” you wave your hand from yourself to him, “this is done. I, I can’t keep doing it, Leon.”

Your voice breaks and more tears spill across your cheeks. 

“I can’t keep being with you like this.”

“Oh.”

He seems to deflate, falling back until he’s able to sit with his legs criss cross.

“Was it,” he clears his throat, picking at his comforter, “did I hurt you?”

You laugh incredulously, “Yes, but not in the way you think.”

He frowns at you from under his fringe, blue eyes staring you down. 

“Explain it to me then.”

You exhale shakily, hiding your eyes behind your palms, “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“I like you, Leon.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? I like you, Leon.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything?! You don’t even feel the same way. I’m sleeping with a guy who I’m falling in lo—like with and he doesn’t even care about me like that.”

“Hey.”

His sharp voice makes you drop your palms from your damp eyes. 

“Who the fuck said I didn’t care about you like that?”

Confusion makes your brows pinch together, “What?”

He moves so fast you don’t realize what’s happening until you’re being kissed breathless. 

“I like you, too,” he kisses you again, catching your sob with his lips, “I meant it when I said you drive me crazy. I want you all the time. Want you more than just your body. Love your smartass mouth and your weird sense of humor.”

He kisses all over your tearstained face, “Love how excited you get about stuff, like when I randomly gave you those gummy worms and you smiled for the rest of the day.”

You laugh wetly, letting him kiss the sound from your mouth.

“I love spending all my time with you,” he drops a kiss to your cheek, “meant it when I said I got you, baby.”

You smile through a new batch of tears, messily pressing your lips to Leon’s. 

“Leon, please,” you whimper, hands digging into his shoulders, “show me, show me how much you’ve got me.”

“Okay, okay,” he soothes, kissing your jaw and down your neck, “let me show you, princess.”

Between you both it’s no time before you’re both naked in his bed, grinding against each other, lips meeting over and over between gasps and whines. 

“Please, Leon,” you whimper, arching up as he drags his fat tip across your clit, “want you so much.”

“I’ve got you,” he kisses you as he presses his cock into your soaked pussy.

He bottoms out with a low groan, “Good girl, fuck, ruined me for anyone else, baby.”

You keen high in your throat, cunt fluttering around his cock at his words. 

“You ruined me for anyone, big brother,” you whisper against his lips making him growl and rut deeper into your slick pussy. 

“Damn right,” he kisses you so hard it splits your bottom lip making you both moan. 

“Aww, little sis,” he coos, tongue lapping against the cut, “didn’t mean to get so rough.”

“Like it,” you mewl, hands tangled in his blonde strands, “like when you’re rough, big brother.”

He groans, humping your pussy so hard he rubs against your g-spot, “You’re perfect, fuck. Wanna cum inside you.”

“Please, please, love how hot it feels,” you kiss him, smearing blood on his mouth. 

“My hot cum filling you up, stuffing my little sister’s pussy so good, it drips out,” his hot breath slides over your neck before he’s biting down, deep, nearly breaking skin.

Your whole body thrashes, hips rocking up into his bulky weight pinning you down to the sheets.

“Gonna mark you all over,” he bites you again on the opposite side of your throat making you cry out, voice cracking. 

“Gonna take you apart all week long,” he swears into your ear, kissing the lobe. 

Your cunt’s clamping down on his dick rhythmically as he bullies against the spongy spot in your cunt. His leans up to shift his upper body so he can latch onto your hard nipples. Whining, your legs spasm and wrap tighter around his waist. 

He slows down, rutting slow into your cunt as his mouth bites and sucks at your aching buds. 

“Love sucking your tits,” he lathes his tongue across the swell of your breast, nipping the soft skin, “tomorrow wanna just suck on’em all day, see if we can make you cum from just that.”

“Leon,” you whine, pussy pulsing around his dick.

He laughs low in his throat, teeth biting your nipple before sucking it softly into his mouth. His head stays buried between your breasts, slowly taking his fill of suckling and biting your nipples until they’re puffy and sore. 

“Wanna cum,” you pant, hips twisting and writhing under him, “Leon, big brother, please.”

He presses down on you even more, settling his heavy weight over you until you’re mewling from not being able to move. 

“We got all night, princess,” he whispers in your ear, tongue licking across the shell, “could just rut in your wet little cunt all night, keep you stuck here on my cock for hours.” 

Whimpering, your nails dig into his broad back making him buck into your soaked hole. 

“Mmm my own personal fleshlight, grips me just right,” he teases, groaning as your pussy squeezes his cock tightly, “oh, like being big brother’s pocket pussy, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you moan, “m’pussy belongs to big brother.”

“Fuck yeah it does,” he grunts, thrusting into your cunt a few times before slowing back down, “gonna let me use you whenever I want?“

“Big brother,” you pant, drooling as he grinds right against your g-spot continuously, body shaking with your impending orgasm, “please.”

“Let your boyfriend make you cum, baby sis,” he kisses your jaw, “then he’ll cream your pretty cunt.”

He rocks even harder against you, pelvis rubbing across your clit as his tip kisses your cervix making you gush around his cock as you cum, pussy walls milking his throbbing length.  

“Oh, there we go, good girl,” he praises against your ear, smoky voice making you clench again, “god, ‘m close, gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up just like you asked.”

“Please, please,” you weakly beg, body locked around him as he fucks you hard and deep. 

With a choked off groan, he thrusts deeply one last time and stills, cock kicking and throbbing as hot sticky cum spills from the fat tip, painting your fluttering walls white. You moan brokenly, pulling him into another messy kiss.

After a few minutes, Leon’s softening cock slips from your cunt, hole oozing creamy spend all over his sheets. He lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“You’re so fucking perfect, princess,” he murmurs into your hairline, kissing your forehead. 

Warmth floods your chest as you smile up at him, “You’re pretty special, too.”

He grins, thumb tilting your chin up, “Flattery will get you everywhere.”