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*sobs and cries and throws up*

but she needed more than me.

SUMMARY: leon is simply, not good enough.

NOTES: 108 followers. what. thank you from the bottom of my heart i am so happy you like my content! i just cannot bring myself to finish the chris songfic help😭 reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated, sorry for any typos💓 this is really short sorry

leon was never good enough.

of course he wasn’t, he was scrawny, nerdy, unsociable. every single negative quality in the world is the perfect way to describe leon kennedy, not that he didn’t have friends - quite the opposite, he did. but they just seemed to take the spotlight away from him.

he loved you, the only person who actually cared about him deeply, always reminding him that he also a very interesting person - friendly, thoughtful and quite awfully pretty. he didn’t believe it at first, but time passes, people change, so he started to think that way. opening himself into the world.

which meant opening himself to new people.

he knew chris and carlos from luis, but he never actually met them. and he knew exactly why when carlos was basically all over you - hitting playfully as you both shares a drink together. but he can’t interrupt, he won’t. you’re just a friend of him, and no matter how much he wants you two to be something more, he can’t.

you started dating carlos, and he was a victim. he needs to listen to you bickering about this fight or how he spilled over spaghetti sauce all over your favorite t-shirt. he comforted you like the good friend he was, when deeply in his heart he wishes to be something more. but carlos was amazing, strong, muscular, handsome. he was… nothing compared to him.

that’s when he hears you over the phone talking with ashley, “you’re getting married? to carlos?” and his heart breaks into two.

he didn’t talk to you at all after hearing that, leon covered himself with ice cream and tissues - you called him everyday, but he didn’t answer. he felt like hearing you speak again could make him explode, a lump formed in his throat everytime someone mentioned your name. ashley was worried, luis just left him alone. “ashley, don’t you know about leon’s secret crush on… you know who?” and ashley understood, so she left him alone as well.

you started to worry, what happened to leon? surely he didn’t do something bad to himself, so you showed up in his house. to his surprise he almost fainted when he saw you, your bright smile makes his eyes shine for the first time since forever. he quickly realized his hair his messy and that he looks disgusting, waving before he went to change and not so long after he sits next to you again.

“where are you leon? is everything alright? i’m worried.”

he didn’t know what to say, you just kept pushing him around with your questions - stupid meaningless words like “do you hate me?” comes out your mouth and he wants to laugh into your face. “leon,” your hands resting on his thigh, your eyes pierced into his. “please…” and his mouth parts apart.

“i’m in love with you, can’t you see it?! i’ve been in love with you for ages now! you… you made me feel like i’m worth something, i’m a new person all thank to you! don’t you remember? friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty? thats what i think of you, but you aren’t just pretty… you’re, breathtaking. that’s why… i didn’t talk to you ever since i’ve heard you’re getting married to carlos. i didn’t know what to do…”

he feels how his heart beats fast, his sweat covered his forehead and palms, he wants to break something. you’re eyes expand and he’s waiting, wanting to scream in your face for you to answer him already. but when you did, he wishes he never said what he just said just before. “leon… i love carlos. not… not you.”

and you left.

and he broke into two. he deleted everything that has something to do with you; text messages, photos, instagram and he didn’t stop there. he burned photos, birthday presents, everything. you reminded him of what he was, not what he will becomes.

he attended the wedding, against his will obviously. ashley practically dragged him there with the help of chris. she knew about leon’s hopeless romantic situation but still made him go? what kind of friend she is, leon thought.

you were indeed, awfully pretty. and carlos was disgustingly handsome, more than he will ever be. he noticed the way you stared at him, orbs widen at his sight and spark in your eyes, you loved carlos. not him. and why would you?

you needed more than him.

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I should make smau...they seem super fun (◍•ᴗ•◍)

NO BECAUSE OH MY GOD, 8 INCHES IS ONE THING BUT ANYTHING PAST THAT IS SCARY.

Genuinely I don't think some writers know how much an inch is😭 like If I ever saw a ten inch dick I'm running away 🏃💨

i recently hit 100! here's a Leon doodle to celebrate <3

I just got my nails done by my mother (she works at a silly nail salon)

now I wanna imagine how Leon would feel and look if I was jerking him off and showing off my pretty nails

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.

*giggling and kicks my feet*

This is so good !! Leon is so sweet I can't 😭😭

Heart to-go

Pairing: RE2Barista!Leon x GN!Reader

Summary: You hate coffee. Of course with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

Warnings: COFFEE SHOP AU, SUPER FLUFF, blushing leon, tooth-rotting fanfic, reader DOES NOT like coffee (i could never), reader/leon are clueless and shy, sabrina and gabriel are names used in this fic, image taken from google

Author's Notes: hey, im back (sorta?kinda?). i had this fanfic saved for a while and since i haven't been able to produce new material, i decided to edit and post some of my old drafts. i plan on posting the other coffee shop au - nsfw version, but from now i hope you enjoy reading this one!

If someone told you before that you would visit a coffee shop and actually order the same cup of coffee every day, you would laugh at their faces. You don't like coffee, period. There is something about the smell or taste you just don't like it. Warm, cold, sweet, unsweet, with chocolate, you tried it all. It just isn't your thing, which made some people look at you as an E.T. sometimes, but hey, to each its own, right?

Your co-worker Sabrina is the one who invites you out to a popular coffee shop nearby your work. Before you even attempt to say no, Sabrina explains that yes, there were other drink options and some delicious pastries, like "some of the best brownies" she had eaten her entire life.

So you agree, with the promise you wouldn't regret it.

There is no line when you enter, around 5 pm. You pass this coffee shop often going to work, the smell strong in your nose if the door is open. You never entered, of course, but now inside, you must admit it looked cozy. A lot of natural light comes from the big windows in the front, illuminating the entire space. There are tables and chairs, at this time empty, compared to how full and hectic they could get in the morning.

As Sabrina orders her long order, your eyes wander the menu, written behind the counter on a giant blackboard. They had other options, as Sabrina explained before, such as handmade Italian sodas and some juices. When Sabrina is done, you turn your attention to the very attractive cashier. The kind you see on the cover of magazines, like a model or something. And cute. He has innocent blue eyes, a soft face, and blonde hair under the black cap. Your eyes glimpse at his name tag, "Leon," as he waits for your order.

"What do you want?"

And the words come out of your mouth before you can even think, something you would never have ordered in a million years.  

"A coffee?" 

You can feel Sabrina's neck twist, shocked. You ignore her, ignore how your voice went two higher tones than it should, focused on Leon, who continues smiling, patiently waiting for the rest.

"Sure, which one?"

"Coffee?" Your eyes roam around the many, many names and sizes as if you know what all those names mean, and you decide to risk it all. "How about your favorite order?"

Leon's eyes widen briefly before a faint red tone rises to his cheeks. He chuckles, surprised, before placing the order on the computer. 

"Right, okay then, my favorite order. Anything else?"

"Nothing, that will be it."

You pay your bill without looking up. Sabrina looks semi-concerned and amused when you are done ordering, a strange smile on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I panicked," You whisper, hoping Leon can't hear the panic in your voice as you pull her to a table before she can start asking more questions.

You sit to wait for your order, and you notice Leon and another young blonde lady behind the counter. He seems to be blushing about something she says, and you wonder if that wasn't the most adorable thing you've ever seen.

"You are staring," Sabrina warns, her voice denoting humor. Why does it sound like Sabrina is having fun with your misery? You look out the window to the traffic slowing down since it is the end of the afternoon. When your order finally arrives, you turn excited, expecting to see Leon but being greeted by Ashley's happy face.

"Enjoy!" Ashley exclaims before leaving. You grab your small cup of warm coffee with a top layer of foam on it. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla. You really, really don't want to drink it.

"Careful now, Leon is watching," Sabrina teases, making you turn to look for Leon. He is indeed staring at you, his blue eyes filled with expectation. When he catches you looking, he turns his face away, a deep blush on his cheeks, too focused on cleaning something behind him.

"I can do this." You tell yourself, taking a sip from the cup. Yeap, still bad. Still bad as the first time you tried it. You drink another small sip because Leon could still be watching before placing the cup on the table. "I don't think I can do this." You confess in a whisper to Sabrina, who doesn't answer. She giggles, drinking her coffee as water. She saves you the dignity to not tease you anymore, at least.

Noticing she wouldn't be any help, you take small sips while listening to Sabrina's news. It was easier to drink while she talked so that you could ignore the sour taste in your mouth.

When your cup is finally empty, you sigh in relief. You have done it. You are NOT disappointing any cute blushy barista today. Leon appears at the side of the table, eyes filled with expectation.

"How was it?"

"It was so good. My friend over here loved it, right? Right?" Sabrina smiles happily in your direction. You want to strangle her, but you nod, smirking instead.

"Perfect, Leon. Thank you."

Leon's eyes lock on you, and you stare back, starstruck. No one should be allowed to be this charming. His smile lights up his entire face, making him look even more special. The type you could fall in love with if you aren't careful enough.

"I will get those for you, then," He cleans the table, then leaves, nodding in your direction. When he is out of a safe distance, Sabrina sings low.

"I think he likes you!"

"Shut up, Sabrina!"

-x-

After that, you start to visit the coffee. Daily. You get to meet the rest of the employees: Luis, a handsome man with a captivating smile who constantly flirts with you. You already know Ashley, a young college student who is always excited to see you. And well, there is Leon. It is odd how you click so fast with Luis and Ashley; you could joke with them as much as you wanted, but things worked a little differently when it came to Leon. He made you nervous.

He always welcomes you with a warm smile and treats you with respect. You tried to tease Leon once, but it died in your throat when you watched his expression. He just looked so innocent, you just didn't want him to dislike something you did or said. What if he misinterpreted?

You also continue ordering the same coffee. Your newfound trick to not throw it away? Take it to work and give it to Sabrina. You know you are wasting money, but Leon's smile is worth every cent, especially when you place the money on the counter for "Leon's order". Like one morning, two weeks after your first visit, you enter the shop, and it is Luis at the register.

"Hello, pretty thing. Same order?" Luis asks, winking. 

"You know me, Luis, I am loyal." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Luis sighs, pretending to be disappointed. Ashley waves in your direction when she sees you, asking. "Let me guess, another Leon's order to go?"

"You know, it is my dream. One of those days, you will enter those doors and ask 'Can I get Luis's order or maybe Ashley's?" Luis teases, "No, it must always be Leon's order. I have started to wonder why."

"I like his coffee," You whisper in your defense. Luis smiles, knowing exactly what you like. He points to Leon's back, too focused on a coffee maker. "Your boyfriend is waiting."

You show off your tongue, rolling your eyes and going toward Leon. He guides a cup of steaming milk into a to-go cup, almost as if he is drawing. You don't say anything, watching his concentrated face as he finishes. Every inch of his attention to whatever he is drawing. When Leon is done, he turns toward you, opening a smile.

"H-hey. Here it is."

He puts the to-go cup in front of you, uncovered. You find it weird but don't discuss it.

"Morning. Thank you. My favorite, as always." You grab a lid nearby, closing it. Leon seems disappointed but doesn't say anything. You quickly take a sip, holding back a scowl. "Perfect as always, Leon. Thank you. I don't even know where I would be without Leon's every morning... Leon's order, I mean!"

The frown is gone, and Leon smiles timidly, blushing. Of course, you must embarrass yourself in front of him, but honestly, you don't mind. Your mornings always got much better after seeing his smile. You leave the coffee, waving bye to Ashley and Luis. When you are gone, Ashley and Luis surround Leon, too curious.

"Did they see it this time?" Luis wonders.

"No."

"Such a nice person, but so clueless," Ashley sighs, holding her chin. "Maybe you should just try writing your phone number on the cup, it would be more direct."

"Or maybe they don't like me that much..." Leon declares, making his co-workers groan.

"Not this again, Leon."

-x-

Three weeks pass like that. You go in, say hi to Ashley and Luis, get your coffee with Leon, smile at each other, and leave for work. There is some teasing here and there from Ashley and Luis, you tease back, and that is it. You wonder if you should get a different order, but Sabrina seems happy enough with the coffee, you are happy enough to see Leon, so it works.

The next morning, you enter the café to find Ashley organizing a casket of brownies. After greeting each other, you grab one from the basket. So those were the limited edition brownies Sabrina always talked about.

"Hey, Ashley, are those the famous delicious brownies?"

"Yeah. Made by an extraordinary chef, but I can't reveal his identity. It is top secret."

"Can I get one? And also a Le-"

"Leon's order? Yes, yes, I know," She groans, sounding tired. Leon appears from the back office, opening his usual smile when he sees you. You like to think it is your special smile, but it is probably how he smiles at every single client.

"Hey."

"Morning, Leon."

He starts preparing your drink the way he always does. You wonder if Leon is bored or if he can even make it with his eyes closed. Maybe you should ask him if his favorite order has even changed next time? As you watch Leon work, you give a big bite to the brownie. It is delicious. The perfect balance between chocolate and sweetness. 

"Ashley, those are so freaking good!" You exclaim, bringing her attention back to you.

"Oh really? Our chef will love to hear that!" Ashley says with a suggestive tone, giving a quick side look to Leon. You finish the brownie in a few bites as Leon puts your cup on the counter, his cheeks painted red. Again your cup is uncovered. You grab the lid and close it. It has become a ritual by now. 

"Thanks again, Leon."

When you look up at him, Leon has a different expression in his eyes. He blushes, no more than he usually does, his hand raised. Before you can ask what is wrong, he places his hand over yours on the cup lid. His hand is warm, probably normal for someone working with hot drinks all the time. You don't say anything, waiting. Leon seems to be waiting as well, for you to say anything. Neither of you does, and the moment is broken when the door opens, a huge group of women coming in.

"Sorry, I don't know—" 

"Bye!" You rush out of those doors, not looking back.

Well, that was certainly odd, you think. Leon has never touched you before. It seems that he wanted to tell you something, but at the same time, he was waiting for you to say something? When you get to work ten minutes later, the cup still warm in your hands, you search for Sabrina, not finding her. Gabriel, your other co-worker, explains she is sick.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Nasty flu."

"Oh, okay. I will message her later then."

You look at the cup in your hands to her empty table before asking Gabriel.

"Hey, do you want some coffee?"

"Free? Don't mind if I do! What has on it?"

"I guess coffee, milk, cinnamon? I don't really know."

"You don't know?" Gabriel asks, grabbing the cup from you. "You don't know what is in your cup? Here, let me smell it, I have an excellent sense of smell." He opens the lid to smell it and exclaims, "Awn, this is cute."

"What?"

"The heart."

"What heart?"

Gabriel carefully gets the cup to show you a heart drawing on top. You want to hit yourself in the head; is that what Leon has been doing? That's why he held your hand this morning to show the heart? No, it couldn't be. When Gabriel starts taking the cup to his mouth, you pull the cup back, placing the lid.

"Sorry, Gabriel, gotta go! I will return with another one!"

You rush back to the store, holding the cup firmly. Maybe, just maybe, Leon has been drawing those for you only, and you always close the lid? Maybe this is what he was trying to tell you this morning. What if Leon draws a heart for everyone? Shouldn't you be paying for that? What if—? No, no time to think of that. Perhaps this is your chance. You enter the shop, gasping for air. Ashley is nowhere around, and Leon is dusting around the table. When he sees you, his brows furrow, but he doesn't hesitate to get close to you.

"Are you okay? Something wrong?" Leon sounds concerned, his eyes scanning you.

You try to speak, still catching your breath. You pull the lid, triumphant.

"What does this mean?" 

When you two look at the cup, the drawing is gone. There is just a mess of brown liquid, smelling like vanilla and cinnamon. You can't believe it. You turn to Leon, pointing at the cup and him, your mouth opening and closing.

"Have you been drawing hearts in my cup this whole time?"

"I have." He admits, blushing. 

"Thanks?" Jeez, you couldn't come with something better. Leon nods as if understanding before starting to turn away. "No, wait, please, I mean, I like them. A lot."

His face lights up, and you wonder how someone can look so adorable. It is so unfair for you poor heart.

"Tha-that's good, then. I was wondering when you would see them."

"Well, 'cause the lady who drinks my coffee doesn't open the cups!" You try to explain to him, biting your tongue. Leon waits, confused. "Yeah, I don't like coffee," You finally confess your secret somberly, like a sinner talking to a priest.

"So wait. You don't like coffee and keep ordering it? Why?"

Well, now it is your turn to feel your face burning. Realization passes through Leon's face, and he starts stuttering something before three older ladies walk in, going directly to the cashier. He grabs your cup, his heart thumping as he rushes to write something. When Leon gives you back, you see his number written in black ink.

"Ca-can we discuss this better later tonight? If you want to, of course," Leon asks. You nod. "Then you can tell me all about your hate for coffee."

"I would love to."

Huhuhu I love this sooo much

torturous fingers

Summary: It's an off day. Off fucking day, and Leon decides to use this day to edge the hell out of you. You hate it and love it at the same time. He'll always turn you into nothing but a whining and demanding mess whenever he does this, and you just find it so awfully embarrassing. Leon doesn't though. The asshole loves it.

(Leon edges you.)

afab!reader — death island leon

"Leon, you fucking—"

Your words are cut off when you feel your lover's slender fingers on the soft folds of flesh between your thighs once more, his fingers circling your bundle of nerves skillfully. Your nose scrunches up and eyes close, as a whine escapes your throat, a whine of both pleasure and dissatisfaction, because it feels so damn good but you know what's going to happen, again and again.

You buck your hips up to Leon's hand, and it certainly does help in getting more friction between his fingers and your clit. You swear you hear a chuckle from him at your action, and you feel him resting his other hand on your thigh, simply resting it there, and it helps to remind you of his presence, and the comfort that it brings as the pleasure was just starting to get overwhelming for you.

It's an off day. Off fucking day, and Leon decides to use this day to edge the hell out of you. You hate it and love it at the same time. He'll always turn you into nothing but a whining and demanding mess whenever he does this, and you just find it so awfully embarrassing. Leon doesn't though. The asshole loves it.

You start to pant, and all you can hear are the wet sounds from between your thighs and your own heavy, stuttered breathing. Your thighs are threatening to close, but the pleasure makes you keep them open wide, as if it'll help you to get to your release faster.

Then, you feel it. The familiar build up. A naive part of you think that, maybe, Leon is thinking how you look so pathetic right now and would finally, finally grant you this.

Your voice turns high-pitched when you get closer to your orgasm that you desire so much. Your hands grip the sheets and your back arch and—

"Not yet."

No! You want to cry out, but you can't find it in you, not when your orgasm is being denied once more, when you were so, so damn close.

You can only let out a whine, sounding like you're crying but no, at least not yet. You simply throw your head back and your face turns into a dissatisfied frown.

You manage to speak up, "I hate you..."

"Of course you do, baby," is all Leon says in return, and that just annoys you further, irritates you even.

"I do!" you exclaim, finally opening your eyes and looking up at him sitting beside your lying form on the bed.

And God, he looks beautiful. Handsome. Attractive fucking tease.

He has that smirk on his face that tells you what he's feeling about the situation. He finds this so amusing, so entertaining and you're just close to snapping and crying. And he definitely knows that.

"Come on," Leon then murmurs, his fingers finding their way to your clit once more, this time rubbing it up and down. His ministration is slower this time, really taking his time, and he adds, "This will feel so good for you later."

Oh, it feels so good. Your arousal is leaking so much that you can even feel it trailing down to your other hole, and your wetness probably hit the bed too. You don't care about that right now though, that's something to feel embarrassed about later.

Right now, you feel like sulking but you still want it more. Your pride is clashing with your desires, and you don't know what to pick. You're definitely not in the best state of mind, no, you're fucking horny and it's clouding your mind.

"You're just gonna..." you whine, voice wavering. "You're just gonna do it again..."

Leon snorts. "Of course."

Ugh! You're so mad! So angry at him! And so, so damn desperate.

Sulking, you turn your body to the side and press your thighs together, giving him your back. You press your face into the mattress and whine. You feel pathetic, and you probably look pathetic.

"Hey, hey now," Leon says softly, and you feel the mattress shifting, indicating he's moving closer to you. "Are you crying yet?"

"I'm not!" you whine, burying your face deeper into the mattress. You don't know how to speak your words without whining now. 

"You can't be sulking," Leon says and you hate that you can hear the amusement in his tone. You feel his hand on the side of your thigh, and then it slides towards your inner thigh, soon lifting it up. "That won't work, not right now. Even though you're looking real cute."

Your heart skips a beat, and you have to remind yourself that you're sulking. You think your heart just start to beat faster at how you feel the dip in the bed behind you, and how he's moving to lie behind you, his chest against your back and your thigh being rested on his knee so it stays open.

"I promise, I'll spoil you so, so good," Leon persuades you, murmuring in your ear as his hand squeezes your hip playfully. "You wanna be spoiled, don't you?"

"You're a liar," you remark, your voice slightly muffled by the sheets.

He laughs at that—a beautiful sound. "Not always."

He then leans his head down, wanting to take a look at your face. His hand has moved down from your hip to your inner thigh, just caressing the area.

"Kiss me while I play with your pretty pussy, won't you?"

He's saying it so nicely that you can't help but to lift your head, vulnerable to what he wants, always giving in. You let out a soft whine, leaning your face up to kiss his lips, needy.

"There we go," he whispers against your mouth, as his fingers come into contact with your pussy once more. He's so, so good to you.

His fingers are circling your clit again, that ever so familiar motion that you love so much. You lean your back more against his chest, eager to consume more of his kiss, pouring your love into the kiss alone, despite your earlier annoyance at him, and perhaps the tiny bit annoyance that is still present as well.

"You wanna cum?" he murmurs against your mouth, and your breath hitches in excitement.

Finally. "Yeah... I do, I do."

"Yeah?" Leon whispers, his fingers speeding up their motion. You spread your thighs more, hips thrusting slightly to enhance the sensation of his fingers. You're close, you're so close!

"Go ahead, baby," he urges softly, his breath hitching, growing even more excited himself. You're not even kissing anymore, lips just few centimetres away from each other, his mouth consuming your sounds. "Fucking cum."

You moan, your hand gripping the sheet and the other gripping the pillow above your head, and your body twitching occasionally, too sensitive from the amount of times Leon has edged you. Your eyes are not even open, while your lips are parted, panting softly as you're growing closer to your peak.

His fingers are so good. God. They're playing with your clit so fast and it just elicits more and more noises out of you, noises you didn't even know you could make.

"Cumming... cum—!"

Leon abruptly pulls his hand away from between your thighs, almost as if he had to force himself to pull his hand away. You hear his ragged breathing behind you, accompanied with the sound of your loud whine, one of annoyance and genuine disappointment.

He's such a goddamn liar, and you feel your tears start to prick your eyes.

You're just about to turn to face him, to whine, yell at him, curse him, but he's doing that for you first, his hand on your shoulder and pulling you so you're lying flat on your back.

You could hear his brief and quiet growl before he positions himself above you, his palms flat on the mattress with your head between them.

"You lied," you whispers, lips trembling and glaring up at him as best you can.

You receive a hasty kiss on your forehead which causes your eyes to flutter, and also helps to ease your annoyance and the unbearable need to cry and kick.

Those those urges seem to disappear almost instantaneously, as Leon lifts up your thighs and positions his knees below them. Oh.

"I know," Leon murmurs softly as response, positioning himself to your entrance. "I want you to cum on my cock, and you can do it as many times as you want, okay?"

He pushes in, and you think about how you'll be spending double the time he spent edging you, with him fucking you.

you guys know me as an author, but I'm also an editor! I have been editing for years now and I recently started a new editing account. zoreith :)

More dinner from Lipgloss!!

Any Way You Want It

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Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

inspired by the anon who asked about how SB Leon would react to reader watching daddy-daughter porn; it kinda snowballed so I moved my blurb here to a fic 🤣

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral (m receiving), slight cum play, cum swallowing, dirty talk, like this feels unhinged to me 🫣 lol

not proofread and I’m sleepy ✌️ lmao

title from Any Way You Want It by Journey

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“Whatcha dooiing?”

You yank your hand up out of your underwear and lock your phone, silencing the noise in your headphones.

“Nothing.”

His smug little grin turns into a full blown smirk, pushing off your doorframe to enter your room, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Oooh, seems like it’s something dirty,” he chuckles darkly, climbing onto your bed and laying out next to you.

Thinking he’s going to grab your phone, you move it away, but he reaches for your other hand and slips the slick coated fingers into his mouth with a groan.

You whimper, watching as Leon’s mouth cleans your damp fingers before letting them go with a small ‘pop’.

“Show me what’s got you so worked up, princess,” he murmurs, eyes dark and hungry.

He scoots over until he’s pressed all along your side, his body heat a brand against your skin. Pulling out one of your earbuds, he places it into his ear.

With a shaky inhale, you bring up your phone and open it, continuing the video where you left off.

“Oh shit,” he breathes out with a small laugh, “how fucking dirty, little sis.”

His words make you burn hotter than before, your spit damp fingers slipping beneath the band of your panties to continue where you left off.

“Didn’t know you liked this,” he murmurs, dropping a hot kiss against your neck, both of you watching as the stepdad eats out his cute stepdaughter in her bed.

Whining, your toes curl in their socks, “Y-yeah, gets me really wet,” you whisper.

“Fuck,” he growls, tugging his shorts down and pulling out his half hard cock.

He strokes his dick, tugging the foreskin over the head with a hiss until he’s fat and thick in his hand.

“Pull your panties off, let me see you play with that clit,” he demands, voice low and smoky.

Quickly doing as he says, you lay back half nude as Leon holds up your phone, hand slowly fisting his cock as he watches your legs spread to show your drippy cunt.

“God damn,” he groans, holding your phone back out to you as you lay back, pressing against his arm.

You hold it up, letting you both watch as the stepdaughter climbs up onto the bed to straddle the dad, sinking down on his cock with a moan echoing from your earbuds.

“Touch your cunt, little sis, watch as she gets her pussy reamed by daddy,” he grunts, eyes drifting from the video over to your fingers circling your clit.

“Leon,” you whimper, looking up at him, pupils blown.

“So sexy,” he leans forward and kisses you messily, nipping your bottom lip as he pulls back, “want me to treat you like my slutty daughter? Little pussy need daddy’s fat cock splitting her open?”

Your back arches as arousal gushes from your clenching hole, fingers rubbing your slippery bundle even quicker. Hand going lax, your phone falls onto the bed, the porno still playing as grunts and moans filter through each of your earbuds.

“Please, Leon, want it so bad,” you whimper, batting your wet eyelashes at him.

“Show me, princess,” his voice rumbles, his free hand reaching down to grab you thigh to hike it up over his leg, spreading your cunt open for his greedy eyes, “show daddy how wet you are.”

“Fuck,” you gasp breathily, moving your other leg up, placing you foot flat on the bed so your pussy’s spread open as far as possible for Leon, “‘m so wet, need daddy to play with my pussy.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters under his breath, hand jerking his cock a little faster, balls smacking the bottom of his fist with a soft plap plap plap.

The hand gripping your thigh shifts downward, middle and ring finger dipping into your messy cunt slowly scissoring you open with a wet schlick.

“Damn, you’re soaked, princess,” he kisses your ear wetly, “gonna let daddy play with your cute pussy? Let’em play with that fat little clit til you’re cumming?”

“Daddy,” you mewl brokenly, barely more than a sigh, “daddy, please.”

His fingers plunge deep in your needy cunt, slowly fucking in and out of your hole, digits rubbing against your g-spot until you clamp down around them.

Leon keeps stroking his weeping dick as he roughly fucks his fingers into your soppy sounding pussy, palm smacking down against your clit with every thrust.

“Taking my fingers so good, baby,” he slows down, slowly teasing the opening, “think I should play with that cute clit some, what d’you think?”

“Oh god,” you whine, hips rolling down into his hand.

He stills his fingers, “Ask me.”

“Please,” your hand wraps around his forearm, nails digging into the flexing tendons, “please daddy, play with my clit.”

His wet fingers come down with a hard smack on your cunt, “That’s not asking now is it, babydoll.”

“Oh, daddy,” you whimper, “will you please play with my pussy? Need it so bad, need your big fingers to play with my swollen little clit.”

“God, fuck,” Leon bites out harshly, hand clamping around the base of his cock as it kicks and throbs, “tryna make me bust, baby? Wanna see daddy cum all over himself?”

A high pitched cry leaves your lips, toes digging into the bedding, “Leon, daddy, wanna cum, please make me cum.”

His slick covered fingers leave your clenching heat to circle your swollen bundle of nerves with quick circle eights.

“Want you to cum just like this, babydoll,” he licks the side of your neck, “cum from daddy rubbing this sweet little button.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” you moan so loud your voice cracks, “daddy, that sounds so dirty.”

“Does it? Mm, well I’m gonna rub that special little button til you’re creaming your hot silky cunt,” he chuckles meanly, biting your skin, “‘god ‘m so close, but want you cumming first.”

“Me too,” you slur, orgasm quickly building in your core, “gonna cum. Want your cock, daddy, wanna suck you til you cum in my mouth.”

He lets go of his dick with a pained groan, “Okay, baby, fuck, yeah I’ll let you suck me off. Just cum for me first and then you can wrap those pretty lips around me.”

“Almost there,” you whimper, hips rocking into the motion of his fingers.

“Flicking this little bean’s got you so wet your sheets are soaked, baby,” he mocks, “who knew daddy-daughter porn would get you so fucking hot?”

“Leon,” you squeal, pussy walls clenching as your orgasm hits you hard.

“There we go,” he coos, “good girl, there ya go, cum for me.”

His fingers keep rubbing and pinching your throbbing clit, stretching your orgasm out until you’re pushing his hand away from overstimulation.

You shakily move between his legs, body still coming down from your climax. Moaning, you bury your face against the thatch of hair above his cock.

“You don’t have to—“

“Wanna,” you pout, kissing the base of his cock, “want you in my mouth.”

He lets out a long rumbling moan when your lips part and you slide half of his cock into your eager mouth. The weight of his dick on your tongue makes your cunt throb with jealousy. Moaning, you bob your head back and forth, messily sucking his thick length deeper into your mouth.

The fat tip kisses the back of your throat and you pull off with a cough, only to sink your mouth back down on his cock with a whine.

“Damn,” Leon grunts, hands cupping the back of your head, “gagging to have my fat daddy dick in that mouth huh, babydoll?”

Your eyes flutter at the burst of salty precum coating your tongue. Pulling off with a wet sigh, you kiss his dripping slit.

“Taste so good, daddy, want you to give me a throatpie,” your mouth hungrily sucks him back down, tip nudging the back of your throat but you fight through the gag.

“Fuckin—damn, princess,” Leon’s thighs tremble with trying not to thrust, “gonna make you swallow every fucking drop, y’ready? Got daddy so fucking close to busting a nut in that slutty throat.”

Moaning loudly, spit bubbles out around your lips to dribble down his cock, soaking his balls. His fingers spasm and grip at the back of your head even tighter, urging you to bob your head faster.

“Take it, take it, baby, fuck,” he humps forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his cock kicks, spurting rope after rope of hot sticky cum down your throat.

Swallowing as much as you can, you pull off with a wet slurp, feeling the last of his cum shoot out on your lips and cheeks. Leon smears his jizz into your skin and across your mouth making you whimper, pussy buzzing with arousal. 

“W’nna start that video over?” he grins down at you, “won’t take too long for me to get hard again, and this time I can stuff that needy pussy full.”

Drama Club || Chapter I

inspired by @viperrot high school sweethearts stories (like, heavily inspired) but it is set in the modern days.

Woah, my first actual story (that will take me forever to update because I have like, no motivation) so I hope y'all like it :3

This is a Leon Kennedy x fem!reader. <3

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"You're saying you don't know him?!"

You're not really sure what's happening. Yesterday, it was a normal day at school. But today? The school suddenly gets a new student. The hallway was still crowded, as usual, but everyone was whispering and gossiping about the new student. From what you've heard, his name is Leon Kennedy. Tall, fair skin, and blonde hair. He also happened to be the best lacrosse player for your rivaling school. Well, used to be.

Today was supposed to be when he finally arrived at the school and everyone, even your best friends, had been waiting for him with anticipation. Except for you. You never really kept up with school news or gossip, mostly too focused on drama club and such. You were always a theater kid, hoping to be a star, even if you've never really talked with many people and are probably not even that well-known. You were hoping that you would finally get a lead role this year.

Your friends, Claire, and Ophelia, have been pretty interested in who Leon is. But, you honestly don't know much about him to even be super excited about it. Though, it would be lying if you said you didn't care about it.

"Do you guy think he'd be hot? Leon is a name definitely fitting for a hot guy!" Ophelia twirled her hair at the thought of how Leon may look. Ophelia is a very interesting girl. Her tan skin and long black hair really make her green eyes stand out. She's one of those girls who can never really stick with a crush and always ends up having a new crush every week somehow. But even with her commitment issues, her caring and bubbly personality makes up for it.

"Why does looks matter so much? I'm just hoping he's not a total asshole like most athletes." Claire stated. She's an amazing girl. She's kind, yet strong. She's not easy to manipulate and get to her, even if she is nice. She knows when it's needed to confront someone and isn't afraid to cause a bit of a scene sometimes. She's also very observant, which is a huge benefit if you're her friend.

They then both turned to you, waiting for your own opinion. "Oh me? I'm not really that excited. Yeah sure, big time new student since he's from our rival school and is their best lacrosse player, but I'm not that interested in athletes," You respond, placing a hand on your hip. "Besides, last time I dated one, he turned out to be a jerk and dumped me for Ada," You let out a scoff. "The woman wasn't even interested, but she just had to charm him so she could get her friends invited to a party."

"Yeah…fair point." Ophelia rubbed her neck and averted her gaze.

"It's why I said I hope he's not a jerk." Claire said, chuckling lightly.

Then, suddenly everyone's head was turned towards the front of the school. A tall, blonde male was seen walking through. "OMG! There he is!" Ophelia whispered, her fingers twirling her hair.

He was honestly more attractive than you thought. His beautiful blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and absolutely beautiful, muscular structure. You couldn't help but stare. As he walked down the hall, he seemed to be looking at you and you were about to wave until he walked right past you. Then you realized he wasn't looking at you…

But rather at Ada Wong, who was right behind you.

Oh god, you felt so embarrassed. You then felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Ashley Graham, the Raccoon City mayor's daughter. She was about a year younger than you, but she was sure as hell popular, being the mayor's daughter and all. "Don't worry, y/n, I'm sure you'll get his attention someday!" She gave you a smile and you smiled back. You're glad Ashley is a sweet and caring girl. Unlike Ada, who was pretty cold and only does whatever it takes to get what she needs, or wants. At least, you think she's cold.

You then looked back at Leon, who was chatting away with Ada. You felt a pang of jealousy, but brushed it off. If he was talking to Ada without a problem, then he had to be a jerk. Claire tapped your shoulder. "Saw ya starin'. Bet you think he's cute, huh?" She snickered and you sighed.

"Observant as always."

"At least he's a Junior like us! He's not some weirdo senior hittin' on younger grades." Ophelia jokes, hoping to lighten the mood even more.

The bell suddenly rang and you all rushed off to your classes. As you entered, you noticed Leon had taken a seat next to yours "Wow, of course he had to be in my class." You thought to yourself and sat down in your seat.

As you sat in class, you paid attention to the teacher and their lectures. You rhythmically tapped your foot as you occasionally glanced to your right, admiring Leon. You've gotta admit, you were probably no different than any other girl in the entire school. There was no doubt that he was in fact handsome, or maybe pretty was a better word. Well, either way, he was dashing. How his long dirty blonde hair fell over one of his eyes and his cerulean eyes as they followed the teacher's movement.

It was nearing the end of class and you started packing up your things. When you stood up, you accidentally bumped your head with someone. "Crap, I'm so so sorry-" You looked up to see who you bumped into and guess who it was.

Leon Kennedy.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment. And what's even worse is that your notebook had dropped from your hands and was opened to a page with a doodle of Leon you had drawn while in class. Leon looked down at you with a stupidly charming smile. "Don't worry about it, y/n." He responded, saying your name.

He said your name.

He knows you.

You sheepishly smiled back. God, you probably had a little crush on him, you couldn't deny that. You were probably no different from every other girl, crushing on the hot new guy. While you were in a bit of a daze, you didn't notice Leon pick up your notebook before he spoke up.

"Nice drawings. Can I keep 'em?"