#dark!leon s kennedy
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With Devils Inside Me
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Dark Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x Virgin fem!reader
For the anon who asked for virgin reader! Leon is very dark in this compared to my others so I hope you like it!! 🫣
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dark Leon, stepcest, creeper Leon, mean Leon, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), Leon has a dark breeding kink, unwanted pregnancy kink ? not sure how to label it lmao
Not proofread ✌️
Title from Christmas Kids by Roar
part ii
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The new husband your mom acquired while you were gone over the summer is a huge surprise to you. You stayed with your dad over the course of few weeks since he’ll be gone on a business trip during your birthday. So here you are now, standing at the arrival bay in the airport closest to home waiting for your mom. You wave when you see her, but you also notice the tall, muscular man standing directly behind her.
“Honey!” She smiles and pulls you into a hug, “oh it’s so good to see you again! I have some big news to share.”
You smile confusedly as she grabs the man’s hand. Your gaze moves from their clasped hands to his face, feeling a thrill of surprise at his dark blue eyes staring straight at you.
“This is Leon! We eloped a few weeks ago,” she gushes, showing you the new ring on her finger, “he moved in with us so no worries on having a new room,” she titters, completely missing the heated way his eyes drag down your body.
You smile awkwardly, “Oh uh that’s great, um, congrats mom. A-and it’s nice to meet you, Leon.”
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, sweetheart,” his low voice gives you goosebumps, “your mom talks about you nonstop.”
“Oh, stop, I do not,” she giggles, patting his wide chest, “can you grab her bags, Leon?”
Your mom links your arms together as Leon brushes past you to grab your luggage. You catch a whiff of his cologne then your mom is tugging you along, chattering about her summer and why she wanted to keep her new marriage a surprise for you.
“I hope you had fun with your dad, honey,” she sighs happily, “I know how much you miss him.”
You smile softly, “Yeah, we had a great time. He said when he gets back from this trip that I can come stay for a while again.”
“Oh that’ll be nice,” your mom coos, patting your cheek.
She leans in a little closer, “I know it’s not the same, but Leon’s around now so—“
“Mom,” you cringe a little, “I don’t even know him that well and—“
“But you will,” she states firmly, “all I’m saying is he’s so excited to have a daughter in his life. He said he’s always wanted someone to take care of.”
Your eyes cut back behind you to see Leon scanning the airport as you three walk out; feeling your gaze on him, his eyes snap over to you. He tilts his head and gives you a strange smile. Hurriedly, you drop his intense gaze and face the airport exit. You feel anxiousness fizzing in your chest at his behavior.
“C’mon, once we get home and you get settled, you’ll see how nice it can be.”
After that first day back home, you make sure to avoid being with Leon—alone or otherwise. His vibes are off as your friends would say. He’s always staring at you, no matter what you’re doing. You’ve subtly brought it up to your mom, not wanting to make things weird cause Leon hasn’t actually said or done anything to you. Well, outside the niceties of things like ‘how was your day?’ or ‘dinner’s ready’. He’s perfectly normal, but something about him just squicks you out.
Unfortunately, you can’t avoid him forever. Your mom rarely travels for work, but there was an emergency at a satellite branch in the next state and so she packed up her bags, kissed you on the cheek, and bid Leon goodbye at the door with a hug and a kiss. The door closing felt like the lid on a coffin snapping shut. You felt small and alone.
Leon watches your mom pull out of the drive and then turns to face you, “Guess it’s just us, huh sweetheart.”
You laugh nervously, “Guess so.”
His unnerving blue eyes just watch you with that strange smile hovering over his mouth.
“Well, I’ll go get started on dinner. I’ll call you when it’s finished,” he walks past you to the kitchen, brushing his fingers along your arm, “don’t be late, sweetheart.”
You hold your breath until he’s out of sight and then let it go in a shudder. Walking over into the living room, you curl up on the couch and put some mindless show on the tv. You scroll through your phone, browsing through your friend’s updates and random news until the hair on the back of your neck raises. You jerkily turn your head to look behind you and see Leon leaning in the doorframe, staring—always staring—at you.
“Was just about to let you know dinner’s ready,” he smiles crookedly, eyes empty, “wanna go wash up while I set the table?”
“S-sure,” you clear your throat and shakily stand on your legs, “I’ll be there in sec.”
He hums and turns back into the kitchen leaving you to anxiously make your way to the bathroom to wash your hands. You gaze into the mirror and see your wide eyes peering back, anxiousness written all over your features. You pat some cold water on our cheeks and dry them off. Cutting off the light, you head back over to the dining room.
You frown as you see your normal seat is empty; Leon has you sitting beside him, where your mom would usually be. You walk over to the seating arrangement and jump when Leon brushes your arm.
“Here,” he murmurs next to your ear as he pulls the seat out for you.
“Uh, t-thanks,” your voice shakes as you sit down.
His fingertips graze the back of your neck as he situates your chair. You shiver and lean forward, pretending to fiddle with your glass. Glancing from the corner of your eye, you see a smirk flicker over Leon’s face before he schools his expression. You can feel your heart in your throat.
“I hope we can get along the few days your mom will be gone, sweetheart,” he speaks, his voice low as he sits down next to you.
You give him a weak smile, “I-I’m sure we will.”
He hums noncommittally, ignoring the food on his plate to take the hand you have closest to him.
“You’re trembling, pretty girl, you feeling okay?” His voice is all rough concern but his eyes are wicked.
You softly try to tug your hand back, but he has it in a firm grip.
“Oh uh, yeah, I-I haven’t been f-feeling too well. Think I got a headache,” you wince a little as he squeezes your fingers, “maybe I should go lay down or something.”
You watch with sick fascination as you see his demeanor shift from lax to alert. His eyes are dark and his lips twitch into a smile.
“I think that would be best, sweetheart. C’mon let me take you to bed.”
You stand up quickly, nearly tripping over your chair, “Ahh, no I’m fine really.”
You laugh but it sounds a little manic even to your ears, “I uh I’ll be just fine, but thanks.”
He frowns at you and stands from his chair too. You feel cornered but try your absolute best not to show it.
“I really think I should help you, sweetheart,” he looks at you with hungry eyes, “you know, I’ve always wanted a babygirl to take care of.”
“O-oh? Mom m-mentioned you always wanting t-to have a d-daughter to take care of,” you smile shakily, swallowing at the way he’s tracking your every move.
The smile is slow to overtake his features, but it makes your heart rabbit in your chest.
“She did? Well, I did say babygirl. I guess you could infer daughter from that,” he chuckles, no mirth in the sound, “always wanted a pretty girl of my own, a sweet babygirl who just needs daddy to take care of her.”
You can’t hold back the gasp as you push away from the table and back into the living room, not taking your eyes off of Leon.
“Aw, don’t be that way sweetheart,” he coos, slowly stalking forward, “you can’t imagine how lucky I feel at finding your mom; I almost dumped her, but then she springs your picture on me. Such a sweet little thing, but sadly wouldn’t be back til the end of the summer.”
He continues to slowly follow you as you make your way to the front door, afraid if you turn around and run that he’ll grab you.
“So I bid my time til that sweet looking girl comes home. And if I fix it to where I’m more of a permanent figure in her life, all the better,” he smirks, “no offense, sweetheart, but your mom is only a means to an end.”
Your eyes are wide and panicked, darting to the couch you can see where you left your phone not thinking anything of it.
“Well as much fun as this is, think it’s time to wrap it up,” he pauses and rolls his shoulders back.
You turn and run for the door, but Leon catches you in next to no time. Wrapping his bulky arms around you, he easily lifts you from the ground. You scream but it’s cut short as he moves one hand to cover your mouth.
“Nuh uh, sweetheart,” he clicks his tongue, “I’m afraid none of that.”
He scents your hair and groans, “So fucking sweet. Now I’m going to ask you something and you better answer me honestly cause it can get very nasty very quick.”
You nod your head, tears leaking from your eyes blurring your vision.
He chuckles, “Good girl, god I knew you’d be perfect. You a virgin, baby? Daddy needs to know how to treat you.”
Sobbing harder, you nod.
You feel his hold tighten around you, “Fuck. I’m just the luckiest daddy in the whole world, huh.”
Your legs kick as you feel yourself hyperventilating. Twisting your head you try to move his hand, nostrils flaring as your breath quickens.
“Shh, shh, baby, it’s okay,” he soothes you, “I’m going to move my hand but if you try to yell, I’m gonna be very upset.”
Nodding you agree, tears and snot running down your face. He moves his palm away but doesn’t let up on the hold he has on your waist. You breathe in a deep, gasping wheeze trying to calm your racing heart.
“There’s my good girl,” he pets your hair away from your face, “now we’re gonna go upstairs. I’ll put you down once we make it to the bedroom.”
A sob slips past your lips but you don’t do anything to fight his hold as he carries you upstairs to his room—the room he shares with your mom. A whole new slew of tears stream from your eyes, breath hitching on every exhale. He enters the room, shuts and locks the door behind him with an actual lock and key. You feel defeated looking at the heavy ornate lock.
He walks over to the bed and sets you down on it carefully. He tucks the key away in the nightstand, eyes watching you watch him.
“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart,” he pats your cheek softly, a hard look in his eyes, “it won’t end well.”
Sniffling, you nod yes.
“Good girl,” he purrs, eyes glinting, “really such a sweet, perfect girl for daddy.”
He slips off his shirt and jeans leaving him bare chested in a pair of briefs. You hate yourself for gawking, but you’ve never seen him in such a state of undress. His abs flex as he shifts his jeans down his thick thighs; you drag your gaze down further and see the outline of his cock filling out his briefs. God he wasn’t even hard and he’s already so big. A sick thrill of arousal pulses in your clit. Flushing, you can’t stop staring at his muscles flexing as he folds his clothes and sets them aside.
“C’mon, baby, let’s lay down to help with that headache,” the low timbre of his voice makes your nipples tighten.
You use your palm to wipe your nose and then dry the tears off of your face, feeling disgust war with your arousal as you lay down with Leon pressed along your side.
He doesn’t do anything more than hold you, running his fingertips over the bridge of your nose, across your cheekbones, then lightly across your lips. After a few minutes, your muscles start to relax in his hold, the heat from his body seeping into your thin shirt and shorts.
He tugs you closer until you’re tucking your face under his chin. His hands now running up and down your back, broad palms soothing you.
Without consciously realizing it, you sigh and press closer to him, nuzzling into his neck.
“Such a sweet girl,” he rumbles, chest vibrating against yours, “gonna take good care of you, sweetheart.”
You’ve cried all the tears you can and numb acceptance has taken its place. You don’t want to make things worse for yourself so you nod.
“Okay,” your quiet voice mumbles in his neck.
Surprisingly, this is the most he does to you for the rest of the evening. Just pets you softly and murmurs praise into your hair, dropping a kiss every now and then to the crown of your head. In some dark, messed up part of your brain, you’re preening under the attention.
You’ve always shied away from attention that boys gave you; always told they’re only ever out for one thing. Your friends have come to you with tales of heartbreak or horror stories of how their boyfriends treat them. To have this older man so obsessed with you, wanting to take care of you, makes you ache with want at the same time it frightens and disturbs you.
The argument that dark part of you has put forth is what can it hurt? Your mom will eventually come home and this whole thing is going to fall apart for Leon. Why not indulge in this sick fantasy while it lasts? Let him take care of you just to see what it feels like.
You fall asleep on him like this, pulled under from the thoughts swirling in your head and Leon’s steady heartbeat in your ears. A loud buzzing sounds in the quiet and the warmth surrounding you disappears. You reach out and only touch empty space.
Groggily, you raise up on your elbows to look around. Leon is talking softy on the phone on the other side of the room. You shiver, missing the warmth of his arms. Rubbing at your eyes, you stand up from the bed. Leon’s eyes narrow at you and he walks back over to your side.
He pauses for a second as he sees you pull back the covers and then climb back into bed.
“‘m cold,” you whisper to him, pulling the blanket up to your chin.
“Let me call you back, okay? Yeah, you too. Bye.”
Setting the phone down on the nightstand, he tugs the covers up and slips underneath to lay next to you.
“Sorry, baby, had to take a call,” he smooths a thumb under your tired eyes, “didn’t know you’d get cold.”
“S’okay,” you mumble, letting him wrap his arms around you again, enjoying the warmth they bring.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, “I wonder if you can do me a little favor?”
You hum in reply.
“Can you call me daddy, sweetheart?”
Your breath hitches and that dark part you keep hidden is excited at the prospect.
“Yes, daddy,” you whisper, a hot flush of arousal making your toes curl under the covers.
“Good girl,” he kisses your forehead, “such a good girl.”
He continues to kiss you, pressing one on each cheek, on one of your ears, across your jaw, and lastly on the corner of your lips.
“Daddy,” you whine, eyes fluttering in embarrassment as you squirm from the attention.
“Shh, babygirl,” he coos at you, kissing the other corner of your lips, “let daddy treat you for being such a good girl.”
Your hands press against his pecs, not pushing or pulling him away, as he kisses across your face again. His lips move closer and closer until he’s ghosting them across your own. With your bottom lip trembling, he presses your mouths together softly.
You mewl and lightly scratch at his chest. This time he kisses you heatedly, tongue dragging across the seam of your lips. You pull back, eyes widened in surprise.
“Uh uh, sweetheart, don’t be rude,” he tsks at you, eyes narrowed in disdain.
“I’ve n-never kissed anyone,” you duck your head, “I h-haven’t done anything.”
“Baby,” he croons, hand coming up to cradle your jaw, making you look back up, “I’ll show you, teach you what daddy likes best.”
You clench your thighs together, “Okay daddy.”
The side of his mouth ticks up in a grin, “We’ll go slow, don’t want to scare my sweet girl.”
Warmth pools low in your stomach.
You’ve already decided on letting this thing happen between you two, so steeling yourself you whisper, “I’m not scared, daddy. We don’t have to go slow.”
“Oh?” his hands drag down your body until they settle on your lower back, “such a brave girl huh?”
You nod, biting your lower lip, “I can handle it.”
His cold, blue eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles crookedly, “You will one way or another, sweetheart.”
Expecting him to push for more, you’re surprised when he just goes back to kissing you. This time you let him slip his tongue inside your mouth; it’s so hot and wet, it makes you whine, rubbing your thighs together. He lets his hands drift from your lower back down to cup your ass and pull you flush against him. He pulls back for a second then greedily licks back into your mouth when you chase after his lips.
You pant against his mouth, trying to copy what he’s doing, letting your own tongue slide against his into his mouth. He coaxes you to taste him, stroking your tongues together before pushing yours back into your mouth, chasing after you to eagerly plunder your mouth. A low whine builds in your throat and his grip on your ass tightens, his hips rolling into yours.
He grabs your leg and hikes it over his hip, pressing up against you more intimately. You pull your lips away and moan at feeling his half hard cock pressed against your cunt, feeling the heat even through your thin shorts.
“Like that, babygirl?” He grins at you, swiping his thumb over your swollen lips, “we’ll get there, don’t worry.”
Your eyes flutter as he rolls his hips into you again, grinding against your damp center.
“Got you so wet already, sweetheart,” his eyes drop down to your splayed thighs, “already soaked through your cute little shorts.”
You feel embarrassment clawing in your chest, “S-sorry, daddy.”
“Don’t apologize, honey,” he coos, “just means daddy’s taking good care of you.”
He rolls you over onto your back while he raises up, “Let’s get you out of those clothes. You can’t be feeling too comfortable with it rubbing against that sweet little cunt.”
You gasp and press you palms to your face as more wetness fills your panties.
“Oh I know,” he chuckles, low timbre making your clit pulse, “take off your shirt too so daddy can see your tits, babygirl.”
You whine but do as you’re told, hands shaking as you pull your shirt off and fumble with your bra. While you’re doing that, Leon’s slowly tugging your shorts and panties down your legs. Your thighs are wet with slick, pussy throbbing and leaking.
“Mmm, good girl,” he praises, dark eyes taking in your trembling thighs and wet cunt, “got a juicy little pussy don’t ya, sweetheart?”
“Daddy,” you whimper, closing your thighs as you put your hands down to cover yourself.
“Uh uh,” his eyes narrow down at you, pulling your hands back with one hand while opening your legs with the other, “daddy’s looking at your hot little cunt, so behave and sit there, baby.”
You feel more slick dribble from your hole at his mean look and dirty words. He lets go of your hands and you tangle them in the sheets. Your hips jump when he strokes his broad palms across your legs and up your thighs, pinning them down.
“Daddy just wants a little taste, sweetheart,” he hums, dipping his head down and kissing your hip bones, “wanna see if you’re as sweet as you look.”
When he swipes his tongues through your wet folds and across your clit, stars spark behind your eyes as you cry out.
“Sorry, baby, didn’t get a good enough taste so I’ll have to do it again,” his dark eyes watch you hungrily.
Even though you know what to expect this time, it still sends white hot pleasure pulsing throughout your cunt as he laps at your slick hole and throbbing clit. You moan and thrash your head, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
“Mmm, you taste so good baby, knew you would,” his slick shiny lips hover over your clit, breath teasing across the sensitive bud, “want daddy to keep kissing your pretty pussy?”
“Y-yes, daddy,” you choke out, hips arching against the hold he has on your thighs.
“Good, so good for me, honey. This virgin cunt hasn’t been touched has she?” He thumbs across your clit, “you ever play with your cute pussy, baby?”
“No, I don’t— it’s embarrassing,” you whisper, eyes watering.
He groans, pressing a sloppy kiss to the hood of your clit, “Don’t worry, daddy’s gonna show you how to feel so good.”
He kisses your pussy lips, running his tongue through your wet folds until he’s pressing his face fully into your cunt. His tongue thrusts in and out of your leaking hole as his nose rubs against your clit. Feeling so much at once has you moaning loudly, heels digging into the bedding not able to move from the firm grip Leon has on your thighs.
He groans, the sound vibrating in your cunt making you scratch at the sheets before shakily grabbing onto his hair. His eyes flicker open and stare at you, pupils blown so wide you can barely see the blue. He greedily laps up the slick dribbling from your clenching heat. He presses his nose firmer against your clit and moves his face back and forth, rubbing his chin against your spread pussy lips while his nose bumps and grinds against your sensitive clit.
“Daddy,” you mewl, petting through his blonde strands, “feels good.”
The whispered praise makes your heart race with anticipation and nerves. Leon pulls away from your pussy, face wet with your slick.
“Yeah?” his gravelly voice makes you shiver, “seems like this juicy pussy needed some attention.”
You whine, hips bucking, “Y-yeah, daddy, needed your attention.”
“Mm,” he hums, eyes dropping back to your throbbing clit, “she sure does. Gonna taste you some more, babygirl. Then we’ll see if daddy can fit some fingers in you.”
Gasping, your back arches.
“Then he’s gonna taste those pretty nipples that are so hard for me,” he rumbles, “think I’ll give’em some love while I finger this tight kitty.”
“Daddy!” you feel slick gush from your hole, wetting the sheets, arousal burning hot in your blood.
“Baby did you cum?” His dark eyes look back down at your thighs, a mean chuckle leaving his mouth, “god, you’re so easy sweet girl.”
With a groan, he goes back to shoving his face into your cunt, tongue eagerly lapping into your fluttering walls. It feels like your orgasm never wanes, only continues to climb higher and higher until you’re crying out and cumming a second time against Leon’s tongue.
When he finally pulls away from your oversensitive pussy, his lower jaw and chin are coated in your slick.
He runs a thumb across his lips, tongue licking the excess slick off, “Taste so good, babygirl. But as much as I wanna stay down here, I really need to feel you cream your virgin pussy on my cock.”
Dread and elation make you feel dizzy with nerves, hands shakily running through your hair, “I-I’m nervous, daddy.”
He smiles at you, all sharp teeth and hard edges, not even trying to instill any comfort in you, “It’s okay, baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good. You’re gonna want my dick all the time.”
He moves up to lay between your spread thighs, mouth eagerly latching onto a hard nipple. He slips a finger inside your tight cunt and slowly thrusts it in and out. You cry out and scratch at his back. He swaps to suckle at the other nipple as he continues to loosen up your clenching hole.
“Open up for me, baby,” he murmurs against your breasts, lazily sucking marks into your skin, “just relax and feel good.”
You squirm, but settle against the bed with a low moan; Leon takes a moment but then slips another finger into your pussy, using both to gently stretch your hole. He pulls his fingers out to spread your pussy open, mouth suckling at your puffy nipples.
“D-daddy,” you gasp, eyes wide as you look down at him.
Leon slowly circles your swollen clit, teasingly dragging his first and middle finger down to your leaking hole. He slips them in just a little and then drags the wetness back up to slide over your pulsing clit. You whine and buck into the feeling, guilt and arousal swirling through your thoughts.
“Your mom called earlier,” Leon’s voice pulls your attention down to his serious gaze, “said she’ll be gone all week, baby. That I need to take care of you.”
He presses a kiss on your areola, lips dragging against your hard nipple. Your pussy leaks more slick out onto his fingers, dizzy with the thought of being trapped in this house with Leon for a whole week.
“Told her it would be my pleasure,” he smirks at you, feeling your walls clench down on him, “daddy’s going to take very good care of you, sweetheart.”
Too many thoughts and images of Leon and you at home, all alone, flitter through your hazy mind. You’re sick excited at the prospect—all the things he’s going to do to you, things you want him to do to you— it leaves you dizzy and breathless.
“Daddy,” you sigh, eyes drooping, “so good to me.”
His eyes narrow at you before a slow smile spreads across his handsome face, almost gleeful at your new tone, “Of course, baby. You’re my sweet, sweet girl.”
The tension in your body melts as his fingers continue to thrust and rub against a spongy spot in your cunt that makes you whine and roll your hips down into his hand. Leon notices and his fingers speed up from their slow, steady movements to rough strokes until he slips his fingers out to rub against your wet, swollen clit. He pinches lightly before tapping his fingers wetly against the bundle of nerves then goes back to rubbing your clit softly.
You mewl when he stops fingering you only for Leon to dip his fingers back into your pussy and scissor you open. Moaning, you lift your hips off the bed to angle your pussy to fit his fingers better. Having Leon take you apart across his marriage bed is making you feel dirty and desperate.
“Good girl,” he whispers to you, eyes watching your blissed out face, “almost there, sweetheart.”
Leon goes back to mouthing and sucking at your breasts, his other hand moving down to rub and flick your clit as he stretches you open. He fucks his fingers into your soppy cunt a few times then takes his hand away.
“Noo,” you whimper, eyes watering in frustration, “daddy, please.”
“Shhh, babygirl,” he soothes, lifting himself up until he’s kneeling over your naked body, “daddy’s about to make you feel so good.”
You watch as he slides his underwear off and tosses them to her floor. He then grabs his dick in one hand and presses the head to your leaking hole. Tears slip from your eyes as he pushes more of his fat cock into your virgin pussy. He groans, stilling to give you time to adjust and stretch around his dick.
He brings a hand to wipe the tears away from your cheeks, “Doing so good for daddy. So wet and tight. Gonna love popping this cherry, baby.”
You whine up at him, head feeling cottony from the arousal swallowing your thoughts. He presses more and more of his cock inside your tight cunt, making you hiss from the pinching displeasure when he breaks your hymen.
Your nails break skin, digging your fingers into the muscles of his biceps.
“God, that’s it,” he murmurs down at you, stormy blue eyes practically black with want, “this virgin pussy’s all mine now, sweet girl. Gonna stay that way too.”
You only gasp and pant, eyes rolling back in your head as he keeps bullying his cock deeper and deeper into your cunt.
“That’s right, baby,” he coos mockingly at you, “just need me to take care of you, show you what you need.”
He grinds his cock deep into your spasming walls, the fat leaky tip kissing the opening to your womb. You whine, static filling your brain at the pain the head of his dick causes as he keeps pressing against your cervix.
“Daddy, h-hurts,” you wheeze, voice thin and reedy, “too much.”
“Hush,” he growls, a low rumble in his chest, “you just have to get used to it. Daddy’s gotta be this deep to feel good.”
Your legs kick out and he settles his weight down on you more, pressing your body firmly into the mattress. His pelvis pushes onto your swollen clit making you buck upwards with a low cry.
“There you go,” he praises, slotting his fingers with yours so he can press your hands above your head and hold them down, “just gotta train this cute pussy to take daddy’s cock.”
He chuckles as he noses along your hairline and drops a kiss to your forehead, “And look at that, you take daddy so well.”
You blearily look down your body and see the bulge in your lower belly; you watch as Leon pulls out halfway and the bulge disappears before reappearing when he pushes back into your cunt.
Your head drops back down to the bed as you moan loudly, tears streaming from your eyes as the pain and pleasure blend into a kaleidoscope of feelings.
“Daddy,” you hiccup, “daddy, d-daddy.”
“I know,” he purrs in your ear, smoky and dark, “daddy’s going to cum in you, baby. Give you a little brother or sister. Wouldn’t you like that, sweetheart?”
At those words, your pussy spasms around his throbbing cock; you hiccup a sob as tears slip down your face, “C-can’t, that’s w-wrong, daddy.”
He licks the salty trail of tears on your cheeks as buries his cock into your pussy again making you squeal at the sharp pleasure.
“Aww my stupid sweet girl,” he huffs a mean laugh into your ear, pressing his dick as deep as he can inside you, grinding it harshly against your cervix, “just so fucking dumb. Daddy does whatever he wants.”
With a throaty growl he presses all the way into you, bottoming out in your wet, silky heat, “And you’re not even on birth control, sweetheart. So if I want to give you a baby, it’ll be easy for it to take.”
His thick cock splits you open, pussy greedily sucking him into your body as you cry harder because of Leon’s treatment. That dark part of you loves how he’s treating you—using you, breeding your pussy how he wants.
You draw a deep shuddering breath, hands clawing at his biceps, “Noo, daddy, can’t—“
He’s thrusting into you still, making you feel split open. Your cunt feels raw and overstretched, his cock bullying deep into you on every thrust to the point it feels like your cervix will be bruised later.
“Knocking you up would be perfect, baby,” he growls burying himself balls deep and stilling, “keep you tied to daddy for the rest of your life.”
You keen high in your throat, a broken moan slipping from your lips as your walls flutter and grip Leon’s cock. Clit throbbing with wanton disgust at how hot that makes you feel.
He goes back to slow deep thrusts, dragging his cock all the way out until his fat tip is spreading your hole open then rocking deep into your cunt; you can barely breathe with how deep he’s fucking you, tears still slipping from your eyes.
Leon moves each of your legs up over his shoulders, ramping up his pace to drill his cock harshly into your squelching pussy.
“So fucking juicy, babygirl,” he pants, hips humping down into you roughly, “just listen to that fucking pussy cry for me.”
His pelvis presses onto your clit just right with every thrust while he rails you into the bed. You feel your orgasm ramp up with every thrust and slow drag across your swollen clit.
Your thighs spasm where they’re pressed against Leon’s shoulders and your toes curl as your orgasm starts to hit you; a tidal wave drowning all your senses, your pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice. Your blood rushes to your head, dampening any noise, as you thrash underneath Leon’s body; a low, keening cry from your panting mouth has Leon growling in satisfaction.
“Good girl, so sweet for me baby,” he groans, grinding himself into your clenching hole, “so god damn tight.”
You choke out a moan, hands squeezing onto his until your joints creak, feeling overwrought as you keep cumming around his cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses into your ear, hips stuttering, “going to make me cum early, sweetheart. Squeezing me too fucking tight.”
He presses your hands down into the bedding as his hips rabbit into your puffy cunt; half a dozen thrusts like that and he groans, cumming deep in your raw pussy.
“So good,” he presses a wet kiss on your cheek, “love filling you up, babygirl.”
He drags his mouth from your cheek to kiss you, tongue licking into your panting mouth. You kiss back messily, feeling his cock kick and throb as he steadily spurts rope after rope of hot jizz in your pulsating cunt.
Leon’s dick finally starts to soften and he slowly lets himself slip out of your wet heat. He sits back on his haunches and watches hungrily as his cum leaks from your hole, pussy looking swollen and puffy.
Your brain is empty, sick satisfaction radiating from your used body. Whimpering, you lay there as Leon swipes his fingers through the mix of cum and slick dripping from your cunt and feeds it slowly back into your drippy hole.
His empty smile makes you feel small as he pets your hair back, “Daddy’s going to take such good care of you, baby. I promise.”
#leon s kennedy x fem!reader#fem!reader#leon kennedy x reader smut#resident evil smut#leon s kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x you#leon s kennedy#stepdad!leon kennedy#stepdad!leon s kennedy#stepdad!leon x fem!reader#stepdad!leon s kennedy x fem!reader#dark!leon s kennedy#stepdad leon s kennedy#stepdad!leon s kennedy x virgin fem!reader#virgin reader#virgin fem!reader
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Leon's model through the years:
#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon scott kennedy#resident evil 2#resident evil 2 remake#resident evil 4#resident evil 4 remake#resident evil 6#resident evil darkside chronicles#resident evil degeneration#resident evil infinite darkness#resident evil damnation#resident evil vendetta#resident evil death island#resident evil
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RE4 LEON THIS, RE4 LEON THAT.
CAN WE PLEASE TALK MORE ABOUT INFINITE DARKNESS AND DEATH ISLAND LEON!?!?!
I AM INSANE ABOUT THIS MAN.
HE CONSUMES MY EVERY THOUGHT.
#i promise i like him a normal amount#i love him#resident evil#re4#re4 remake#resident evil infinite darkness#resident evil death island#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon scott kennedy#ramblings#i do a bit of yapping#i am normal
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finally settled in our new apartment!! now i can ACTUALLY draw, I've missed this dilf <3
included the inspo/references uwu
#yk where the finished piece would be <3#psst it's patreon#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#resident evil#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#resident evil infinite darkness#leon kennedy x reader smut#leon kennedy thirst hours#cupid doodles
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i watched re death island today!!!!!1 it was really good!!!!!!!!! had to draw smth to celebrate :)
#guys. its a good movie. if youre a re fan youre gonna love it. go watch it when it comes out its GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!#im forgiving capcom for the crimes they committed in infinite darkness death island makes me so happy im willing to ignore them#god. i wanna rewatch it already. when is the movie gonna get online i need it so badly#resident evil#jill valentine#chris redfield#claire redfield#very happy to finally see the siblings interact on screen btw. took 20 years but im glad capcom finally did it#now remake code veronica please#rebecca chambers#leon s kennedy#allyart
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eigteen plus, mdni
hybrid!leon in a particularly brutal heat, who can't stop his hips from rocking into you time and time again, no matter how hard he tries to escape your scent he can't get enough of it and he buries his nose deeper still into your collar.
he thrusts sloppily over and over, willing himself to somehow get deeper each time and whining when he finds he couldn't physically get closer if he tried. his veined hands gripping the pillow behind your head, whining and fucking up into you, tip reaching the very head of your cervix.
"mph. fuck baby, you feel so fucking tight, this pussy is fucking gripping my cock so good, gonna fill you up till you're dripping with my cum," he leans by your ear and with a sharp thrust he says "and then I'm gonna fuck it back into you."
the feeling of his rough shirt pressed against your sensitive nipples, chaffing them in the best way possible, you were whimpering now, shaking from your third orgasm of the evening. Leon becoming more and more relentless as time grew on. his cock still painfully hard for him.
"you smell so good baby, i don't, you gotta be fucking ovulating, your hormones are fucking insane, can smell you half way down the street sweet girl" his head was warm, a ball of sweat washing down his cheek as he reached his high for the second time.
he shakes through his orgasm, overstimulated but somehow it wasn't enough, as he began to rutt again and again against you "I'm sorry baby,, i can't, i just can't stop, it hurts so bad to not be in you, I'm sorry sweet girl, I'm sorry I'm not myself" he shakes again and again and you stroke your hand against his warm, tear stained cheeks as he chokes out a moan when your legs lock around him. "it's okay lee, just, just use me"
and he sobs at this, relief, hips faltering into you and you swear you can feel his cum slipping out, too full to hold anymore, his wet lips capturing your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. when pulling away he ushers "need to fuc- need to fuck you full of my babies, please, wanna see that stomach so fucking big and swollen, need you to be a pretty momma for me"
#herbs thoughts#leon kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy imagine#leon scott kennedy#leon s kennedy#dark fic leon kennedy#leon kennedy resident evil#leon kennedy smut drabble#leon kennedy x you#puppy leon kennedy#puppy boy leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil#resident evil imagines#resident evil smut#re smut
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thank you for coming to my ted talk
#em: edit#anyway all ive been doing is reading fics with him#someone end me#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#resident evil 2#resident evil 4#resident evil: infinite darkness#re2 remake#re4 remake
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goo goo ga ga
that's dada 🥰
#leon kennedy#me n leon hehe#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil#leon scott kennedy#leon s kennedy#infinite darkness#re4 remake#death island
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over again
ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader
cw: 18+ content, dark content, heavy dub-con, forced ddlg, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, fingering, p in v, creampie, mentions of past drugging, daddy kink, lots of pet names
a/n: took me forever n ever to write this ahhh sorry :/ hope you all enjoy it !! feedback always appreciated !! hopefully the writers block will finally perish.
word count: 1.6k words
14 weeks. 98 days. 2352 hours.
Leon leaves the house at 7.30 am every morning, except for Sundays. From Monday to Thursday, he's home around 6 pm. On Fridays, he isn't home until around 9 pm. Saturdays are the worst because he's home just after lunch.
Usually, when he comes home, he goes to the bedroom and unlocks the door to let you out. He threads his hand in your leash to take you upstairs, giving you a kiss on your forehead as he takes you to the kitchen to eat a meal. He gives you your food on a pink, plastic princess plate with plastic cutlery, and cuts the food into bite size pieces. More often than not, he hand feeds you.
You don't fight it. You'd learned your lesson. You refused food from him once. For 2 out of your 14 weeks locked up in his home, he'd underfed you to the point of starvation until you were begging him to feed you. He sat you in his lap, cooing all sweet as you chewed and swallowed every mouthful he'd given you. That day was the first day he slept with you.
It wasn't all bad. He was sweet. Gentle. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend he was a loving boyfriend. Someone who cared for you, not the creep who'd snatched you from the street after you had a few too many drinks at your friend's party, promising you a better life, safe from the world.
But he isn't sweet, or nice, or kind. He didn't do this for you, despite what his twisted brain tells him. You can pretend all you want that he's something other than what he is, but it doesn't change what he is. A monster.
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“Where's my little princess?” Leon's asking as soon as he walks into the house, kicking his shoes off and hanging his jacket up at the door. You recently got free reign of the home for being on your best behaviour. Didn't even have to keep the leash attached to your collar anymore. Lucky you.
“Here, daddy.” You say meekly, poking your head out of the living room to approach him, fiddling awkwardly with the edge of your shirt. Head down, so he doesn't have to see the defeated expression on your face as you force out the words, swallowing thickly to hold back your tears.
“You have a good day, sweetheart? You do any coloring in those cute little books I got you?” Leon's hands come up to your cheeks, gently stroking his thumbs back and forth across your cheekbones. You shake your head, gritting your teeth to stop yourself from saying something.
“No? Why not, baby? You don't like them? I got the one with lots of kitties. Pretty girls like you like cute things, don't they?” He coos, squishing your cheeks in his hands to make your lips all pouty so he can lean down and give them a little kiss, letting out a loud ‘mwah’ as soon as his lips make contact.
“You eat at least? I left some food in a lunchbox for you.” You shake your head again, and this time it seems to elicit a worse reaction. His brows furrow, and his hand grips your face even tighter. “No? Silly baby… can't do anything without daddy, can you? Come on. Daddy'll feed you, cutie.”
He heats up some food for you and puts it on a plate. The pink, plastic princess plate. He sits you on his lap and feeds it to you from a fork. Pink, plastic fork. The routine is the same, no matter how much you wish for it to change. When you finish eating, he presses a tender kiss to your head and rocks you in his arms.
“Such a good girl. Good girls get rewarded, princess.” He murmurs, pressing soft kisses against the skin of your neck, trailing them up until he's nosing at the hair behind your ear. His hand slides up your thigh and under your skirt, his thumb swiping your swollen bud through the already damp fabric. It didn't matter if you didn't want it. Your body didn't seem to understand what was happening - all it knew was Leon made you feel good. You hated how compliant you got when he touched you, how any thoughts of defiance melted away.
You go limp when he touches you. Docile. You let him do what he wants to you, just like a good girl should. Back-talking daddy is a big no-no. He wrote that in big writing on the rule list that's pinned to the fridge. Escape didn't use to seem impossible, yet now the thought never even crossed your mind. You'd tried, but he kept a tight lock on you. You wouldn't be surprised to find out one of the many injections he gave you when you were unruly had a tracker in. He always seemed to know exactly where you were.
You whimper as he dips his hand under the waistband of your panties. He parts your puffy lips with practiced ease as he continues on with the next part of his routine. 98 days later and he's mapped every inch of your body perfectly - found out everything that has you keening under his touch. Your hips buck as he runs his fingertip between your folds, gathering slick before rubbing small circles into your clit.
“Poor, dumb baby. She's soaking me already. You couldn't make yourself feel good when daddy was gone, huh, sweetheart?” His words are followed up by a finger burying itself in your tight heat, curling to find that gummy spot that has you clenching around him and bucking your hips. “Pretty princess cunt's been drooling for me all day.”
A choked sob leaves you when he pulls his cock out and sits you on top of it. He pulls you down until he's buried to the hilt, groaning as you tighten around his length. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with tiny little kisses. You can't help but cry whenever Leon fucks you. 98 days later and you still sob whenever he bullies your cervix with his dick. No matter how many times he makes you cum or makes you go dumb on his cock, it doesn't change anything. He took everything from you - your family, your friends, your job.
You hated yourself more than Leon. For letting him break your walls down. For clinging to him as he tightens his grip on your waist, manhandling you on his cock, lifting you up and down. For finding yourself missing him when he's at work.
“Love…love you, daddy…” Your words come out more like a cry, nose all runny and cheeks wet with tears as he fucks up into you, his head shifting to hang back in pleasure. His fingers dig into your waist as he hears the words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he smiles - all toothy and bright like it always is when you say that.
“Love you even more, princess.” He grunts out, leaning back on the seat to force himself deeper into your pussy, guiding your hips back and forth so you're grinding his cock inside of you, rubbing your pretty clit against his happy trail. You gasp at the sensation, your hands gripping into his shoulders as your brows furrow in pleasure.
“Daddy… daddy…” You gasp out as your orgasm hits, your lips parting as you gush all over him. The look on your face as you cum is enough to have his balls tighten, his teeth gritting as he starts to shallowly thrust into you once more, chasing his own release. You always cry when you cum, and Leon always kisses the tears away when you do, his lips pressing against the wetness on your cheeks repeatedly. Another part of the ritual, another moment repeating day after day.
“Want daddy to fill you up, sweet girl?” He grunts, nipping at your neck as he wraps his arms tight around your waist in a bear hug, holding you steady as he fucks up into your drippy cunt. “Gonna warm you up right in that cute lil’ tummy.”
His hips stutter as his orgasm hits him, his jaw going slack as he presses the tip of his cock right up against your cervix, filling you to the brim with his sticky cum. He slides a hand under your shirt, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into the skin of your tummy.
“That's it. Keep it all in, okay? Daddy doesn't want to see his little angel spill a single drop.” He says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He holds you there for a couple of minutes, cradling you against his chest until it's time to go to sleep.
Before bed that night, Leon ushers you into the bathroom. Like every night before this one, he gently grips your jaw with one hand as he stands behind you, his other hand gripping your pink princess toothbrush as he brushes your teeth, his eyes locked onto you through the mirror. At bedtime, he tucks you in and curls up behind you, spooning you with one hand on one of your tits, and the other wrapped tightly around your waist.
Tomorrow is a Friday. He wakes you up at 6.30 am with a kiss to your head as always, a warm cup of milk in one hand and your breakfast in the other. He feeds you off of a pink, plastic princess plate and presses a kiss to your lips before leaving at 7.30 am on the dot.
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Don’t Cha Stop
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Dark Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
For all those who were looking for more dark Leon stepdad 🫣
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, DARK CONTENT, stepcest, non con (although reader is starting to like it), gaslighting, oral (f and m receiving), threats of bodily harm, slapping, knife play, choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, mommy kink, mentions of lactation kink, thoughts on killing someone, creampie
not proofread ✌️
Title from Don’t Cha Stop by The Cars
part i
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Three days. It’s been three days of being trapped in bed, Leon fucking you stupid every second he gets. You’re so sore that it hurts to move. Leon left this morning and you took the chance to sleep as much as you could. Now, you’re hobbling into the bathroom and looking at yourself in the mirror.
A mess is all you can see. You’re covered in dried fluids, your nipples are puffy, and your cunt is swollen and tender. Tears spring to your eyes, as you take in the horrible bite marks on your thighs and breasts. Luckily, Leon didn’t break the skin but they still look pretty rough.
Shuttering your gaze, you turn and step into the shower stall; you get the water as hot as you can stand and let it wash away your tears and transgressions. If Leon is still gone by the time you get out, you plan on finding your phone and calling your mom. Your relationship with her hasn’t ever been that close, especially after the divorce, but you ache to have her home with you now.
You gently wash your body, being mindful of the really sore spots Leon left behind. Gingerly, you clean off your thighs and pussy, still dripping with Leon’s cum since he made sure to fill you up before he left. You shiver, clit pulsing with heat just thinking of how good he made you feel, cumming over and over until you couldn’t even think anymore.
You hate yourself for enjoying it so much; anytime he’s near you now, you’re wet and achy, needing him to touch you. He indulges you every. single. time. It’s gotten to the point he doesn’t even coerce you into asking for it, you instigate it. You beg for him to eat you out. You beg for him to make you cum on his cock. You’re the one begging for him to breed your pussy until you’re so full of cum it’s gushing from your hole.
More tears slip from your eyes, feeling yourself get wet at just the thought of Leon. He keeps whispering poisoned praise into your ear, telling you how pretty you are, how good you’ve been for him, how important you are, and how badly he wants to take care of you. He’s even talked you into a couple of orgasms; whispering about how wet your pussy gets for him, how tight and perfect you are, how excited he is to breed your cunt until it takes.
Shivering, you open your eyes to the tiled shower wall. You’re leaking slick down your thighs and your clit is throbbing to be touched. Disgusted at yourself, you ignore it and turn off the shower. You step out into the steamy bathroom, quickly grabbing a towel from the rack to dry off then wrapping it around your body.
Walking back into the bedroom, you stop when you see Leon sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s cleaning his nails with the edge of his knife. Your eyes widen, body stopping in its tracks as you take in the cool sheen of his blade; the ease in which he handles it. He slips the knife back into its leather sheath, dropping it on the bedspread.
“Baby,” he coos at you, blue eyes sharp and calculating, “just missed it but your mom called, wanting to surprise you, said she’s coming back today.”
You fight down the relief you feel, but Leon must still see it in your face cause he immediately grimaces.
“C’mere,” he crooks his fingers at you, “we’ll have to make this quick since I’ll need to pick her up at the airport.”
You hate that your body is eagerly responding to Leon. He tugs your towel down and groans.
“Fucking pretty,” he sighs, dragging his palms from your sides down to spread your pussy open, “sit on my face, baby. Wanna taste that hot little cunt.”
You involuntarily moan, slowly clambering over his thick thighs and barrel chest to hover over his mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he places soft kisses on your thighs, trailing up to your glistening pussy, “crying for me already, baby. That’s what I like to see.”
Your fingers are tangling in his hair as he licks into your wet hole. Mewling, you’re sinking down onto his plush mouth, sickened and excited to have Leon eat you out.
You love and hate this so much. Biting back the urge to cry, you let yourself feel good, let yourself feel as your deranged stepfather eats your pussy until your riding his face, hips grinding down against his thick tongue as it flutters and thrusts into your sore cunt.
In that twisted part of your mind, you want Leon so bad you can taste it. You actually missed him when he left even for those few short hours. You’re eager to please him, make him happy so he’ll keep telling you those sweet praising words— keep making you come apart with mind numbing pleasure.
Humping down onto his mouth has you crying out, hands tugging at his hair as electricity buzzes through your cunt ramping your need to cum even higher.
His eyes stare up at you the entire time and even if yours start to slip shut, he’s smacking your thigh to bring your attention back to him.
“Daddy,” you whine, rocking down harder, “gonna cum.”
Leon’s hands grab your hips and force you to fully sit on his face as he grinds his nose against your clit and fucks his tongue up into your pulsing walls. That’s enough to send you careening into an orgasm; toes curling as you moan and rock down onto his mouth, feeling as Leon drinks down the slick dripping from your cunt.
He finally lifts you off of his face, your legs feeling like jello as he guides you to lay back against the bed.
“One more time,” he growls, burying his face back between your thighs.
You wail from overstimulation, tears gathering at your lash line as Leon spreads your pussy lips to spit on your sensitive clit. Groaning, he laps up the spit and fucks it into your pussy, loud slurping noises filling your ears making you hot with shame and excitement.
“Taste so good, baby,” he pets your hips, pulling his mouth away to softly kiss the hood of your clit, “bet you feel so lucky daddy likes you this much.”
You want to scream at him, yet only a weak sigh slips out of your mouth. Leon glares at you from between your thighs.
“I’m getting the sense you don’t think you’re so lucky,” he sneers at you, raising up to kneel on the bed, “maybe I’m being too lenient on you.”
He shifts to his side before straightening back up where you hear as well as see Leon unsheathe his knife. You scramble to think of something to salvage the situation but draw a blank as fear overrides your senses.
You swallow back the tang of bile climbing your throat, heart rabbiting in your chest, as Leon drags the blunt end of his knife up your calf to tap the blade against your thigh.
“I care about you so much, beautiful,” he sighs, disappointment filling his tone, “I thought you understood that.”
“I-I do, daddy,” your lower lip trembles, hands shakily reaching out to him, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He tuts at you, frowning, “I don’t know if I believe that,” he taps the blade against your leg a little harder, “think you’re just trying to suck up, pretty girl.”
You shake your head softly, trying not to jostle yourself. You must be messed up because you actually do feel bad for disappointing Leon, an anxious pang centered in your chest slowly over taking the sharp fear in your body.
“P-promise, daddy,” tears are gathering in your lash line, “I wanna b-be your good girl.”
His frown softens, but his eyes are sea dark and wicked, “You have been such a good girl for me so far.”
He pulls the knife away from your body and before you can relax, he flips it around and has the handle facing you.
“How about this?” he takes the broad handle and taps it on your clit like he would his cock, “how about you cum all over daddy’s favorite toy?”
Your mouth drops open in shock, brows furrowed, “H-how can—“
He laughs meanly, smacking the hilt harder on your puffy cunt making your thighs twitch, “Don’t worry, I’m going to show you exactly how.”
He holds down your left thigh with one hand while he uses the other to drag the knife handle over your soaked pussy lips, pushing it to bump against your clit. A breathy whine escapes you as you try your best to keep still, gaze moving between Leon’s face and the knife.
“Hold still,” he rumbles, voice low and heated, the handle rubbing against your clit making your hole leak onto the sheets, “this pretty kitty’s in for a treat.”
Leon presses the tip of the hilt into your clenching hole; the anxiety you had at seeing the knife is morphing into something twisted and needy. You’re more scared of what this is going to do to you versus what Leon could do with it.
“Little more,” Leon’s lax demeanor hasn’t changed at all as he keeps pressing the handle into your spasming pussy walls, “going to get it all nice and wet for me, right babygirl?”
“Uh huh,” your fingers grasp onto the sheets to give yourself something to do, something to draw your focus away from the realization you like this.
Leon chuckles darkly, eyes flitting up to yours for a second before dropping back down to his hand. He pushes the hilt as far as he comfortably can into your puffy cunt, angling it up and forward until he’s grinding it against your g-spot perfectly.
“O-oh,” you whimper breathlessly, “oh, daddy, right there, right there, please.”
“Such a good girl,” he mocks, “daddy knows what’s best for my pretty little baby.”
He slides the handle out and slowly presses back into your pussy. After a few of these soft shallow strokes of the handle into your fluttering walls, he picks up the pace, rocking the knife in and out of your dripping hole. The hot flare of arousal at seeing Leon so in control of his movements makes your belly warm and clit throb.
“Daddy,” it slips out, a keening mewl full of longing that it even surprises you.
Leon grinds the hilt harshly against the spongy spot making your toes curl before he stops, leaving it buried in your pussy so he can move his attention up to your face.
“Yes, beautiful?” he smirks at you, eyes glittering in contempt and voice to match, “are you feeling good? Such a shame it’s not my fat cock filling you up, breeding your tight cunt.”
Your body shudders at that, pussy clenching down on the knife handle as slick dribbles past it.
Leon’s smirk widens, teeth gleaming, “Is my good girl going to cum? Sounds like this pretty pussy needs it. C’mon, you can do it. Show daddy how sorry you are, cum on his favorite toy.”
You’re all jumbled up inside, brain and feelings at odds but no matter how you think or feel, Leon is playing your body like an instrument. Sick—you must be to get off on what he’s doing to you. He’s going to make you cum like this and you know in your heart that you’re going to want him to do this to you again.
The humiliation of it all is what sets you over. Your head slumps back against the bed, a loud moan tumbling from your mouth as your pussy pulses and cums around the hilt of Leon’s knife.
“There we go,” he coos at you, sliding the handle out with a quiet schlick, “now, I’m going to taste this pretty pussy again.”
He tosses the knife and sheathe over onto the nightstand next to the bed.
“Pretty generous of me, right sweetheart?”
Thoughts fuzzy, you nod at him while still trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Leon fucked you with his knife and you came— but even worse than that, you enjoyed it.
“I know you’re a little mixed up,” he’s laying between your legs, dropping a kiss to your thigh, “but that’s what I’m here for, to take care of you and show you what’s best.”
He kisses your clit softly, “Mmm, my dumb little girl, but I’m here now to show you what you need.”
Leon sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan, holding your cunt open so he can lick and suck on your pussy lips before sliding his tongue in your drippy hole.
You’re tired of fighting it—yourself, Leon, you’re just so tired of fighting. It feels good; why can’t you feel good without the guilt? A wave of logic rears its head but Leon suckles your clit and it wipes your mind free of any arguments. You just.. give in.
“S’good,” you slur at him, eyes lidded while you rock your hips up to meet his mouth, “so good.”
Your body sinks down into the bedding, muscles relaxing as you let him hungrily lap at your cunt.
Leon makes you cum twice more on his tongue before finally pulling away, slick coating his lower jaw and dripping down his neck.
He spanks your pussy making your hips jump.
“So fucking juicy,” he looks like he wants to slap you again and it has your thighs parting further open, “wish I didn’t have to leave.”
In the blink of an eye, he’s caging you in under his body, putting one hand around your throat and pushing you into the mattress.
“Better fucking behave, pretty girl,” his dead eyed expression bores into you, “if I get one hint that you’re going to tell anyone about this, it’s gonna be really fucking nasty. Got it?”
Your eyes dart over to the nightstand involuntarily. The knife sits there, nondescript and yet it makes you cold to look at it.
Leon scoffs, “That would be too easy, beautiful. I would hurt you in ways you can’t even imagine. Now answer me, do you understand?”
Eyes darting back to his, you’re scared and shocked, body immobile, can’t even find the words to speak. White hot pain shoots across your face making you gasp for air. Leon pulls his hand back, palm raised to slap you again. You take too long again and he slaps your face once more only this time your pussy clenches down on nothing, a reedy whine slipping from your mouth.
He pauses and a condescending smile comes over his face, “Well now, isn’t that interesting.”
He slaps your other cheek and this one makes you roll your hips, seeking some kind of friction. Even though Leon has made you cum multiple times, you’re still aching for something more; Leon slapping you is making your pussy drip all over the sheets.
He unzips his pants and shoves them down his thighs along with his boxers. You’re through with fighting the pleasure Leon offers; it might make you disturbed or sick, but you love feeling so fucking good.
You moan seeing how hard he’s gotten, spreading your thighs even wider. He grabs his dick and slaps his weeping tip down on your sore pussy. Your clit pulses with arousal remembering how he did the same thing with his knife earlier, making you even wetter.
He drags his cock through your soaking wet cunt until the head nudges at your empty hole. Whining, you tilt your hips up to make it easier for Leon to slip it in; he slaps you across the face making you moan.
“Stop acting like a slut,” his eyes flash with delight, “you’re going to make me late to pick up your mother.”
You whimper at the reminder, “S-sorry, daddy.”
He thrusts into your wet sloppy pussy making you scream. You’re too sore, it’s too much, god this is a mistake, it’s—
He rubs your clit as he rocks his hips up into your swollen cunt making you cry out in pleasure. Tears are dripping down your face making him fuck you harder, faster, deeper.
“There we go,” he laughs meanly, “it’s no fun if both of my girls aren’t crying.”
You hiccup a sob as he slaps you again, this time so hard you taste blood. Leon must see it cause he’s licking into your mouth like a drooling dog, moaning when he tastes the hot metallic tang on his tongue.
“Going to cum inside you, babygirl.”
He chuckles against your mouth when you clench down at his words.
“Oh I know,” he soothes you mockingly, “little pussy’s just hungry for it. Don’t worry daddy’s gonna give her a fat load nice and deep, make sure you’re both full.”
Your hands twist in the sheets as you moan brokenly.
“Want it,” you pant, eyes hazy as you start to babble, “want daddy’s cum, wanna feel full. Breed me daddy, please, need it, need you so bad.”
“Of course, honey,” he grabs your thighs and lifts them up until they’re hanging over his shoulders, bending you in half, “going to fuck a baby into you, wouldn’t that be nice of me?”
“Uh huh,” you whine, eyes rolling back as he grinds against your g-spot in this new position, “daddy’s so nice.”
“I really want to put a baby in you,” his chest rumbles with his low baritone, cock stretching your pussy out, “want to make you a cute little mommy. Mmm yeah then I can fuck mommy’s pretty pussy while I suck on her fat milky tits.”
Your spine arches upwards, thighs trembling as hot arousal blazes through your body, “D-daddy!”
He ignores you, in the throws of his own twisted daydream that’s turning you on the more you hear.
“Fuck, want to suck’em while you jerk me off, watch as they leak everywhere,” his hips stutter, eyes completely black as his pupils swallow the blue, “anytime I’m thirsty I’ll just get me a mouthful of mommy’s milk.”
Your pussy walls have been fluttering and gripping him tighter and tighter the more he keeps talking. Whimpering, you drag your nails down his back.
“Mommy’ll need someone to milk those titties,” he grunts, hips humping into your pussy deeper and deeper, “you’ll need me to drink it all up til our baby gets here.”
Whining loudly, you bring your hands from his back up to tug on his hair, “Daddy, want that, want it so bad. Wanna be a mommy.”
“You want to be my little wife, baby? Keep you knocked up all the fucking time, breed this pussy like you need,” his eyes slip closed when you tug harder on his hair, “wear cute dresses so it’s easy access for me to fuck this wet cunt.”
“Yes, yes, please,” your pussy pulses and flutters around his thick cock, sucking him in every time he pulls out.
“Say thank you,” he growls down at you, eyes mean and fingers digging into your skin, “thank me and I’ll cream your cute pussy.”
“Thank you, daddy,” you moan, “thank you, thank you! Gonna cum, daddy.”
His hips pick up speed until he’s fucking you so hard, your body shifts up the mattress. You’re making little punched out unh unh unh’s of sound paired with the headboard banging into the wall.
Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of your sloppy wet hole and manhandles you on your front. He shoves you face down into the mattress and fucks his fat dick back into your abused cunt, any soreness long forgotten in the face of pleasure.
“You want to cum? Well daddy needs to fuck this pussy just a little bit more and then I’ll let you cum.”
You drool and moan into the messy sheets, spreading your knees further so Leon can pound your pussy harder and harder. Hands lying useless at your sides, your belly tightens with your impending orgasm. Leon grinds the weeping tip of of cock against the opening to your womb making you shy away from him.
“Now, now,” Leon clucks his tongue, “none of that.”
He yanks you up by your shoulder and slides his forearm around your neck, bicep bulging around your throat making you choke. His other hand goes to your hip to hold you in place while he firmly wraps his bicep around your neck.
“Perfect,” he laughs in your ear.
He thrusts up into your squelching pussy until he can grind his fat tip against your cervix again, holding himself there as you spasm and writhe in his grip. His bicep tightens around your neck, choking you until spots dance in your vision. Your hands come up to pull and scratch at his arm but he doesn’t budge an inch.
“Shh, shh, don’t fight me, honey,” he licks the shell of your ear, “I’ve got to fuck you deep so I can make you a mommy.”
Body finally going limp in his grasp, hands dropping to your sides, has him cooing in your ear, “That’s a good girl. Let daddy use this tight hole to cum.”
When he pulls out, he relaxes his arm and you wheeze in a breathe before he’s plunging his cock back inside to grind against your womb; you squirm away only for Leon to choke you out all over again.
This time however his other hand comes down to spank your sensitive clit making your body buzz with arousal and pussy clamp down on his dick.
“Mmm she likes that,” Leon noses your hairline, “such a naughty little pussy, liking when daddy spanks her so roughly.”
Your eyes roll back in your head as he spanks your clit continuously and slowly chokes you with his bicep. Hot, syrupy arousal makes your head feel full of cotton as Leon keeps a tight grip around your throat. You don’t even realize you’re rocking into the stinging slaps to your pudgy clit until he holds his hand still and you press your hips up to chase it.
He squeezes his arm even tighter around your throat before easing off, faux sympathy coloring his low tone, “Oh, I know, it’s so tough. But I can’t spank you if you don’t let me choke you baby.”
Your hands come up to push his bicep against your own throat, mind completely wiped of thought—only the need to cum.
“Choke me, daddy,” you mumble, “choke me, please? Like bein’ spanked so much.”
“Well now, what a sweet girl I have,” his arm tightens around your neck making drool drip down your chin, hips humping back on his cock, “such good manners.”
He spanks your pussy hard making you squeal in pain that morphs into hot drippy pleasure that leaks down your thighs. Growling in your ear, he tightens his bicep against your neck and rails your sopping wet cunt, spanking your pussy loudly.
“G’nna cum, daddy, ungh, you’re gonna make me cum.”
He lets go of your neck and shoves you down on the bed, he pulls out to twist you around onto your back and thrusts back into your greedy hole. Hips pistoning into your pussy as his pelvis bumps against your clit tightens the knot in your belly to the breaking point.
“Cum for me pretty girl,” he nips at your bottom lip, “cum on daddy’s cock.”
He reaches between your bodies to pinch your clit, snapping the last thread holding you at bay. You scream when your orgasm overtakes your body, searing hot pleasure making your body seize; white noise behind your eyes as you stare unseeing up at Leon. It feels like your soul left your body.
Your pussy tightens around Leon, hole pulsing and clenching around his thick cock until he can’t thrust anymore. His cock kicks and throbs as he spills hot sticky cum all inside your clenching pussy walls.
“That’s it, take it, take it like a good girl,” he praises you, grinding his cock deeper into your cunt to milk his cock, “you want to be a mommy, huh? That sweet pussy’s making sure to get every last drop.”
You whimper when Leon pulls his spent cock from your throbbing pussy. His dick kicks and throbs between his thick thighs and you have the sudden urge to suck it into your mouth, feel how thick he’d be in your throat. Pulling your gaze away is a chore, but you finally drag your eyes up to his only to see him smiling crookedly at you.
He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and shakes it, “Like it? Looks like you wanna kiss it a little, baby.”
You shiver, nipples hard as glass even as your pussy feels so swollen and sore.
“C’mere.”
His tone brooks no argument and you quickly move onto shaky legs and crawl in front of him. He’s still gripping his dick in one hand then uses his other to guide your head to the fat tip.
He’s only half hard now, but it makes your thighs clench to see cum dripping from the head as it twitches. He presses your face against the slick coated length dragging it over your face.
“Kiss it,” his voice is airy and mocking, “kiss it clean.”
Panting, you press open mouthed kisses all along his cock, tongue darting out to taste the skin. Bitter precum mixed with your creamy slick cover your tastebuds but it only drives you to kiss him more eagerly.
He laughs and smears his cock all over your lips and cheeks, “Got to cut this short, but we’ll definitely be picking it up later.”
He presses your face further down, “Suck on my balls, pretty girl. Need to go ahead and get a taste for them, you’re gonna be warming them later.”
You whimper and drop your mouth open further, letting him dip his sac in and out of your mouth. Tongue lapping at whatever fills your mouth makes him groan. You suck and lick at his balls until he finally jerks your head away.
“Enough,” his cock’s slowly filling out again, “I really have to go now. Get cleaned up and stay in your room til we get back.”
His blue eyes stare down into your own as you nod, “Yes, daddy.”
“That’s a good girl,” he gently pats your check and yanks your head even further back, “be good and nothing bad will happen, okay?”
“O-Okay,” your voice shakes, pain lancing through your scalp from his roughness, “promise I’ll be good, daddy.”
He drops the hold on your head making you lose your balance and fall back on your knees. In the blink of an eye, Leon’s fully dressed again and walking toward the bedroom door.
“I mean what I said, baby.”
“I know,” you whisper tiredly.
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Leon laughs to himself as he leaves the house. You’re so naive it makes him want to hurt you. He didn’t lie; your mom did call to say she was getting back home early, but there was a layover and it’ll actually be tomorrow afternoon. He’ll tell you it must’ve slipped his mind; after all, you were very distracting coming out of the shower all wet and vulnerable.
You practically gave him the green light to eat that tight cunt. And although fucking you wasn’t planned on, he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sighing to himself, he pulls up an address on his phone’s GPS (your phone tucked neatly inside the glovebox). He’s just going to go out and get a nice little surprise for you since he’s unsure when the next time you’ll be able to play house together.
If only your mom were out of the picture…
He drums his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change.
Now there’s a thought, he hums to himself.
If his wife were, oh let’s say hypothetically speaking, to die mysteriously, why you’d only have him. Your dad lives on the other side of the country and Leon’s positive he can pull some strings with a few old buddies to keep you here with him. Working for the shady side of government over the years does have its perks.
Mind kicking into overdrive with ideas and details, Leon pulls up outside the nondescript shop in no time with a plan half formed. Smiling to himself, he parks and steps out. It’ll be so easy to do; doesn’t know why he didn’t think of it sooner. It will take some careful planning on his part, after all the husband is always the first suspect, but he has plenty of time to perfect it.
Leon enters the store and heads to a very specific section. He browses for an hour until he settles on the perfect choice. Taking it to the cashier, he waits on the alterations he wants to make, pays for it and leaves. You’re going to be so shocked when you see it; Leon feels giddy with excitement.
You make him feel so many things. How could he not want you all to himself? It seemed like he had to wait forever for you to come home, but once you were it was heaven. Your mother had talked about you, but nothing prepared him for seeing you in person. If your mother hadn’t have been there, he doesn’t know what he would’ve done.
After that, you were so skittish and demure around him he thought he was going to go crazy. He fucked your mother in a frenzy every night, pushing her down to slip in from behind so he could imagine it was you. Even talked his wife into calling him daddy and that really got him going, nearly breaking the bed that night.
He grips the steering wheel harder, the leather creaking under his hands. He grew so desperate that he started stealing your panties when you showered. God only knows how many times he came with a pair of panties wrapped around his dick and one pressed up to his nose.
He palms himself through his slacks; he’s nearly home now, so it won’t matter too much if he gets hard just thinking of you. Sometime soon he’s going to have you cum in your panties, get them all nice and wet, and he’s going to wrap them around his cock and jerk off. Or even better, he’s going to cum in a pair of your panties and make you wear it all day.
He palms his half chubbed cock even harder. Just imagining your fat pussy lips covered in his thick cum, pressed against your panties all day. Rubbing your clit through your cute panties, his cum making it all slippery and sticky.
He presses down on the gas pedal, speedily pushing through the last few miles back to the house. Leon pulls into the garage and shuts the car off, grabbing the bag and getting out. He goes inside and makes his way upstairs. He sees his own bedroom door wide open, sheets changed. Smug affection fills his chest.
He makes his way over to your closed bedroom door; he taps once on the wood before swinging it open. You’re sitting cross legged on your bed, body relaxing once you recognize it’s him. That smug affection ramps up even more making his lips tick up into a half smile.
“Did you miss me?”
You nod your head shyly at him, fingers picking at the hem of your t-shirt.
“W-where’s mom?” you ask softly, eyes darting to the hall and back to him.
“About that,” he steps further into your room, “she had a layover, sweetheart. Just you and me til tomorrow.”
He watches you shiver, pupils dilating as your lids droop.
“Oh, okay.”
He steps closer to the bed, eyes taking in as you uncross your legs and lean back on your hands, body opening up to him. You’re taking to him so well.
He holds the bag up to catch your attention, “Got you a little something.”
Your eyes light up, a small smile tugging at your lips, “Really? You didn’t have to,” you take the bag from him, “thank you, daddy.”
“My good girl deserves a treat right?”
You squirm at his words and dip your hands into the bag. A small gasp leaves your lips and he sees your nipples harden through your thin shirt, pointing the fabric. You hold up the buttery soft faux leather collar, a little gold tag glittering with the word Mommy in cursive.
You set it aside and then pull out the last piece from the bag, a pretty little leash to clip on the front.
“Daddy,” you lick your lips, picking up the collar, “I’m not—“
“Don’t worry baby,” he kisses the top of your head, taking the item from your hand to unlock it and slip it around your neck.
You shiver under the cool material and his featherlight touch as he buckles it in place. He takes your hand and guides it to the back.
“There’s a little catch here. Feel it?”
You nod shakily.
“Press it and pull this side out if you need it off immediately,” he drops a kiss to your jaw, “it’s an emergency release.”
He pulls away and your expression is unreadable. Eyelashes kissing your cheeks, you rub your hand across the collar before bringing your gaze back up to his.
“Thank you, daddy.”
Surprise knocks him off kilter as you raise up on your knees and press an uncoordinated kiss to his lips. He honestly expected a different reaction.
“You’re welcome,” he breathes out, eyes hardening, “you like it? Like being my pretty little mommy?”
You whimper, thighs parting as you nod, “Yeah, I like it.”
He presses you down in the bed, caging you underneath his bulky body.
“My cute collared mommy,” he murmurs in your ear before sucking on the lobe, “keep it on unless I tell you to take it off, okay?”
“Okay, daddy,” you whisper.
He kisses you, tongue licking into your mouth heatedly. He feels you trying to imitate him, tongue lapping at his before sucking his further in your hot mouth. Groaning, he rocks his hips down, grinding his hard cock against your thin shorts.
He pulls away, leaving your mouth swollen and spit slick.
“Let’s go downstairs,” he strokes his thumb across the apple of your cheek, smile mean on his face, “want to break in that new leash.”
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Fantastic.
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here's to a new year!! 🩷🌿
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here comes your man.
mdni, eighteen plus only. older leon kennedy.
he bucks his hips up into you at a rhytmic pace, both of your moans manipulating into one another. his hands trail your back, stopping at each divot and sighing at the perfection of you under his calloused finger tips.
"takin me so so well, pretty girl" he grunts by your ear rolling his hips into you, hands reaching round to grip at your chest, taking a nipple in between two of his fingers, watching the way you react to his body.
"god you're just, so so pretty, I can't even begin to imagine what you're doing with a guy like me" he bites his lip, leaning down; kissing and sucking the soft sensitive skin behind your ear.
"i must be obsessed with that old guy cock?" you moan out at him, teasing him with your words, he wasn't that much older than you, just over a decade but, both of you legal by far, but made you feel so filthy, so dirty and taboo'd.
he shakes his head at your words, pulling out almost to the tip before shoving himself back into your sensitive hole. "old guy cock huh? i see how it is princess, bet i make you feel ten times better than those silly boys you've been with before"
and he's not wrong, every inch of him reaches your insides, he knows just what he's doing and he has you just where he wants you, clenching him and sighing out in pleasure as he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you.
"you know why they say older men do it better don't you darlin?" he teases, pulling out of your overstimulated cunt, gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail, before plunging back in "it's cause they fuckin do baby" and you find yourself wetting his cock for the third time this evening.
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Leon is so fucking PRETTY and he KNOWS IT!
He takes care of his hair, because he knows it is beautiful and compliments his look. No one chooses such a DIFFERENT and specific haircut "just because"
The smile, the smirk... He is so FUCKING GORGEOUS IT MAKES ME ANGRY! Look that KNOW-IT-ALL smile! He KNOWS HE IS A TEMPTATION!
AND HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO TRY
His profile is so... GRRRRRR
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