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leqonsluv3r · 3 days

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early mornings

— leon and you have some fun in the mornings, a blurb

contains nsfw content, 18+, MDNI

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you wake up to leon poking you from behind, not with his fingers or any of his other body parts. his morning wood was digging into the curve of your ass.

you groaned and buried your head into your pillow, feeling his breath fanning over the back of your neck. he always had morning wood, always. not a single morning when he wasn’t waking up horny for you. for any part of you.

you didn’t always have time, you were flattered that he still obviously found you attractive. it made you feel good, to have that pride that he most likely dreamed about you or that his body was still subconsciously attracted to you.

his arm was slung over your waist, you were only wearing underwear that you had thrown on. you mostly slept naked these days anyways. it wasn’t something you bothered with if most mornings your pjs would be gone anyways.

so you forged them until you or him change your mind. but you loved these mornings with him. feeling his boxer clad erection digging into your ass where he held you from behind, her his fingers held you close protectively.

you instinctively rubbed your underwear clad ass up against his boxer clad erection, waiting for him to wake up and deal with you like he did most mornings. your panties practically drooling with the thought of him just lazily fucking you like he did most mornings.

it was enough to put your gut into a tizzy, to make you want to pounce on top of him and ride him lazily until you both were moaning and sweaty messes.

he grumbles into your neck, “baby, stop.” he mumbles lazily into your neck as he breathes heavier, his hand pressing into the skin of your stomach. you swallowed and didn’t listen, instantly grinding your ass up against his erection again.

there he is, you think, about time.

he growls lowly against your neck, “you little…” he says in his rough sleepy voice, his hand going from your stomach down to the slit of your panties. he practically moans against the back of your neck as he finds a wet spot in the front of your underwear with his skillful fingers.

“always so fucking…wet, christ.” he mumbles against the back of your neck, “this all for me, baby?” he moves his mouth to the skin right below your ear. you whine and rub your ass up against his erection again, he hisses and spanks your underwear clad pussy. “enough, so impatient in the mornings.”

you whimper and move your thigh so he has more access, you like this. you like how lazy and simple it is in the morning. in the fog of sleep. how easy it is for you to just move your underwear to the side, let him take himself out and slip it out, slip it in. your mind only focused on his cock, his touches and how simple it is.

how effortlessly he can make you fall apart without much work at all. he doesn’t waste any time this morning either, pushing your underwear to the side and exposing your wet core. lightly rubbing the pads of his fingers through the arousal their with an amused noise.

he presses small kisses to the back of your neck and your hair, teasing you a little despite his impatience. he loved building you up and tearing you down again with his fingers, his touches, his cock. he delighted in knowing that he could do that.

even in the lazy haze of the morning with both of you half asleep and horny for each other.

he didn’t waste time again, pulling his boxers off of his legs and kicking them off from behind you on the bed, gently picking your thigh up and angling you gently so he could swipe his erection through your drenched folds. you whimper, “enough teasing.” and it practically sounds like a whine, your eyes fluttering open and shut delicately.

you could already feel the stretch when his head nudged at your drenched opening, his hand stroking lazily at the flesh of your thigh. he drifted it up to your breasts, palming them in his large hands. “mmm, so fucking wet for me baby. jesus.” he mutters into your hair as he slowly pushes the tip in.

you moan softly, just the tip stretching you and it’s already delicious, already making you feral and hungry. he groans again and pushed in slowly, your arousal letting him slip in with no prep.

no matter how many times you had taken him, let him stretch you out and bruise your cervix. you still needed him to prep you, but not now. not in these hazy mornings when you were practically dripping wet.

he let out a low groan, panting against your hair behind you, squeezing your breast as he hit the hilt inside of you. “so tight…fuck me…” he managed to get out, it sounded strained and like he was doing his best not to come from just slipping inside of you.

“leon…” you whined as you buried your head into the pillow, panting as you tried not to clench around him. you were just so full, half asleep and you were already cock drunk. he hadn’t even moved his hips yet, was just still and twitching inside of you.

“i know, babygirl. i’ve got you.” he muttered as he pressed a small kiss into your hair from behind, moving his hips. he drew out almost all the way and pushed back in, causing you to moan softly. his hand gripping onto your breast, kneading it gently.

the moans kept slipping from your slightly parted lips, your eyes fluttered open and shut. he rolled his hips and kept fucking you from where he laid behind you, rubbing his thumb over your nipple. “good fucking girl…fuck…so good.” he babbled against the skin of your neck as he propped himself up behind you on the pillows.

he pressed kisses to your neck and jaw as he kept rolling his hips, his hips hitting your ass with every thrust he made into your wet entrance, stretching you out deliciously with every move he made. you whined and moaned against the pillow, practically drooling onto it as he lazily fucked you.

your head was so fuzzy, so dazed and full. you could just die like this, stuffed to the brim with his cock and his fingers working over your chest like he was tuning an instrument.

“doing so good…my fucking…good girl…” he strangled out in between soft grunts against your neck, his mouth fanning there as if he forgot he was kissing it. his hands twisting and pulling at your sensitive nipples, making you whine and keel at his touch.

“leon…m’gonna cum…” you whine softly into the pillow, your eyes practically opening just to roll into the back of your skull. he moans in return, a low rumble against your neck as he slapped his hips harder against your ass.

stretching you out and filling you harder, determined to keep hitting that spot inside of you until you were both hot and sweaty. “so fucking tight, christ baby…your squeezing me…” he grunted as he moved his hand down and away from your chest, grabbing at the flesh of your thigh to open you up more.

you moaned loudly at the new angle, your head falling back against his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy. you could feel your heart race, your skin get hot. you knew you were close, that his touch and his cock was the one to get you undone so fast.

“right…there…mmm, please…wanna cum.” you babbled as you parted your lips in shaky shallow breaths as your chest rose and fell. he growled against your hair and practically had a white knuckled grip on the flesh of your thigh where he opened you up.

slapping of skin and heavy pants, moans and the swirling of arousal filtered through your shared bedroom as he kept thrusting into you from behind.

he was going to happily oblige you, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t. “gonna cum too baby, delicious fucking pussy…needed some cock to wake you up.” his dirty words went straight to your dripping cunt as it devoured his erection with every thrust.

“yes, yes…” you babbled as your eyes opened and shut in a lazy lustful way, drool leaking out of the corner of your lips. you probably looked absolutely wrecked but he took so much pride. the way only his cock and his touch, his words could make you look that way.

“come for me baby, milk my cock. milk it…fuck…like the good girl you are. let me feel you.” he managed to get out in between thrusts to your spot inside of you, the one spot that only he could reach. he was beyond coherent at this point, just like how you were.

he was just as absolutely wrecked as you were, you didn’t doubt it. even if you couldn’t look behind you to see it, you could just tell. you’d had sex with him enough times to know.

you didn’t even hesitate when that band snapped deep in your belly, coming all over his cock. your arousal spilling all over him and clenching around him like your body knew. like it knew that he was giving the command and that it was okay.

“oh..shit..fuck…” he grunted as he panted heavily against your hair, fucking you through your orgasm as he chased his own. his hand went back up from your thigh to your chest, squeezing your breast like a stress toy.

he chased his own orgasm as overstimulation set in, in your body. causing you to shake and writhe a little bit, small whimpers coming from your parted lips. “it’s okay…shh, i’m close…” he said into your hair, his low raspy timbre keeping you reassured.

and just with a few more frantic thrusts, he stilled inside of you and you heard him groan. his seed spilling inside of you, filling you up and making you his again. you could feel it, it was carnal and your body couldn’t deny him. you loved the feeling, the feeling of being filled with his cock and his seed.

just making you his in the simplicity of his movements. he panted heavily as you did, both of you coming down from your releases. he moved his hand away from your chest. rubbing his fingers in lazy strokes over your stomach. you tilted your head up to look at him from where it rested on his shoulder.

he looked down at you with his hooded blue eyes, dilated with the arousal that he was coming down from. “morning.” he said in a low voice, his cock still inside of you, just letting you be full for a little while longer.

“good morning.” you replied sleepily, your eyes opening and closing to take him in. he lowered his mouth to yours, pressing a soft but searing kiss to your lips.

and it was a good morning. every morning with him was, intertwined with him like a knotted rope that you didn’t want to undo. because together you fit so well, and why mess with the lazy imperfection when it suited you both so well in the first place?

an: god, would love to wake up like that. i’m sure ur guys horny asses can back me up on that one lol. this idea had been sitting in my drafts for so long so i just decided to finish it and give it to you guys. i’m almost finished with two oneshots out of the millions in my drafts. my requests take me the longest, especially with my new job. but i’m doing my best to get them done for you guys. my masterlist and taglist are linked at the beginning if they’re any interest to you. please reblog, like and interact. i love you all, kisses. xx.

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eerizon · 3 days

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a ‘98 fling

#re: band!au #resident evil #resident evil 2 #ada wong #leon s kennedy #digital art #art #fanart

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yukkue · 2 days

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#re leon #leon #leon re4 #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon re6 #leon resident evil #resident evil #resident evil 6 #biohazard #my art #fanart #shitpost

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anininas · 2 days

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#the anatomy in this is super rough but such is my mental state after I've had to try and figure it out in the first place #which I find to be a fair exchange #resident evil #resident evil vendetta #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #chreon #ani's scribbles

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eyesofsix · 2 days

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I love women n leon Kennedy

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanart #re4 fanart #resident evil 4 #re4 leon #re4 remake

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larvamars · 7 hours

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🖤🖤🖤

#warmup #emo!leon #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #re4 #resident evil 4 #fanart #fan art #art #digital art #artwork #re4 fanart

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tipsyleaf · 2 days

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Having a baby with Leon (Accidental Pregnancy)

Cw: Talks of sex but no actual sex, talks of abortion, and alcoholism

Vendetta Leon who meets you in a shitty bar one night. He brings you home on a whim to his pigsty of an apartment. Fully expecting you to go running immediately but you stay. Clearing a place off on the couch and talking over beers.

Vendetta Leon who's shocked when you ask for his number after waking up together. Curled up on the couch, cuddling someone for the first time in forever. Enjoying someone's company again instead of shutting people out.

Vendetta Leon that actually sees a friend in you. Knows you're good for him but feels like he doesn't deserve good with everything he's had to do to survive and protect people.

Vendetta Leon who tries keeping you at arms length. Labeling this as a friends with benefits situation. Nothing more. The first time you sleep together tends to replay in his mind a lot. Seeing how beautiful you were. How hungry you were for each other. How both of you seemed to aim to please. It was nothing short of perfection to him.

Vendetta Leon who gave you a key to his place without even thinking about it. It just be easier for the both of us. Or so he claims. Knowing he could easily just keep you away from his apartment, it's not like you didn't let him come over whenever he wanted. But no matter where you were home was with you. Even if he couldn't admit it.

Vendetta Leon who starts getting more and more stressed from work. Sees you almost every night and one thing always leads to another. Tipsy, buzzed or sober. It's been like this for months and he loves seeing you so frequently. But his brain keeps telling him he'll just mess it up if he tries moving past what you have right now.

Vendetta Leon who gets called away for work again. Needs to go off and save the world for the millionth time. Tells you he'll miss you while he's away. He didn't mean to, it just slipped out. But he doesn't take it back, he just waves it off. More concerned about how you said you weren't feeling well when he got to your place. Deciding to stay the night and just cuddle before he leaves in the morning.

Vendetta Leon who comes back from New York City. A bit paranoid because you haven't returned any of his texts or calls. Hoping something bad didn't happen while he was away. Walking into his apartment he drops his bag in shock...

Vendetta Leon who stares at a spotless apartment. Everything back in place where it should be. He finds a letter and your key on the coffee table. The letter saying how you can't deal with this anymore and you couldn't say goodbye without at least giving him a gift of a clean home and hopefully a clean conscience.

Vendetta Leon who gets upset, trying to call you repeatedly. This doesn't feel like you. Did you find someone? Did you not actually care about him the entire time?! You shared so much with each other, he trusted you enough to let you in.

Vendetta Leon who slams his phone into the couch as his calls go straight to voicemail. Something's wrong... He can tell. He knows you well enough that you wouldn't be ghosting him like this without a reason. So he decides, against his better judgement, to just go over to your apartment.

Vendetta Leon who decides to knock until you open the door, he's a stubborn man and wants answers. The door opens, an older man glaring at him.

"Yes?" He didn't expect you to have company over. Who the hell is this? Have you actually found someone in the span of a few days? Was he really that replaceable?? His attention snaps back, the older man staring him down. He stutters out your name before clearing his throat.

"Is she here?"

"My daughter's at the doctor's with her mother right now." Oh, this is your father. Thank God. "She should be back soon."

"Is everything okay?" The older man sighs, rubbing his eyes, he looks tired and agitated.

"It better be, she's carrying my grandchild."

Leon who feels his heart fall through his body. You're pregnant... And he's definitely the father. There's quite literally no way he isn't, you've been spending almost every waking minute together in the past 6 months unless you're the next virgin Mary.

Leon, the father of your child who listens your father ramble about some bum knocking up his precious babygirl... He bites his tongue, asking your father to PLEASE make sure you call him.

Leon who sits in his clean apartment with not so clean conscience. Feeling the dirtiest he's ever been before. How could he be so stupid and careless? The few times you didn't use protection he'd thought nothing would happen. He knows you take birth control. It's got a high success rate, he wouldn't have to worry. It's not like he didn't want kids, he even liked loved the woman who'd be blessing him with a child.

This could be his last chance of normalcy.

Leon who nearly throws himself towards his phone when it vibrates. A text from you. Announcing that you'll be coming over.

Leon who feels his bones vibrate seeing you for the first time in days, the glow on your skin more obvious that he knows you're carrying his child. You look beautiful, though you always look beautiful.

"Look..." You storm past him into his own apartment. He shuts the door behind you and follows you to the couch. "I knew you'd freak out if I told you... We're both kind of fucked up I didn't want-"

"Are you keeping the baby?" He's blunt and to the point when asking his questions. He always is.

"I don't know... The doctor said I'm probably only a month along." You look so unsure of yourself. "What... What do you think I should do?"

"Keep them." Your eyes go wide as he smiles softly.

"What?"

"Keep the baby... I want it. I want you. If you'll have me." You stare in shock, blinking as he steps forward and brings you into his chest. "Did you think I would freak out and bail?"

"Leon... We're both heavy drinkers and we've been dancing around each other since we met. I figured cutting you loose was the best option."

"Well, then we'll just have to clean up our acts together I guess... For ourselves and the baby."

Leon who reassures you you can both grow. Put in the effort of fixing yourselves. Together.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #resident evil x reader #🌿 ivy writes #🌿 ivy replies #leon s kennedy

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admirxation · 2 days

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Marriage is just a piece of paper ~ Leon Kennedy oneshot

father-in-law!leon kennedy x daughter-in-law!afab!reader

summary - Leon has had his eyes on you ever since his son introduced you to him, and after the honeymoon he decides he won’t let your union come in the way of what he wants.

cw - this fic contains pseudo-incest and heavy smut; actions in this fic are not condoned; I do not condone everything I write; this is just fiction where real people cannot get hurt, continue at your own discretion // 18+ heavy smut (mdni), description of disappointing sex with partner, pseudo-incest, injury, slight hurt/comfort, touching, tit play, unprotected sex (p in v), back scratching, dirty talk, and coming inside. (word count: 2.4k)

Honeymoon. A period of harmony following marriage. The word is known and experienced by many, whether it is a short getaway, a dream vacation, everyone has the notion that the honeymoon entails a dream like state of beauty. You, like many others, dreamt of sharing a honeymoon with a lover for so long, expecting it to be one of the best moment of your life, next to the actual marriage ceremony. After all, it’s in the name with the connotations it provides. Honey implies sweetness, and the moon casts an imagery of beauty and romance.

But expectations tend not to be fulfilled.

You and your partner had everything planned: going to your dream destination, it was a smooth journey, didn’t forget anything, surrounded by wonderful people, culture, many things to do and plenty of time to complete them and rest… But those weeks were the worst weeks of your whole relationship.

The first night was okay, nothing exciting. You got to your place and had some spontaneous sex, but it didn’t quite hit the spot, you felt like you had to perform every moan, every whine, and every movement — but you just ignored that, thinking you were just tired from all the travelling. Then, you tried a second time, you felt zoned out and faked another orgasm, it wasn’t one of your proudest moments. The third time, you two just stopped in the middle of everything because neither of you “felt it”, cleaning yourselves up and rolling over to go to sleep. You two were newly weds, but it felt like being trapped in a loveless marriage of 30 years.

The sex just stopped altogether on that journey. You did most things separately, him going on retreats and you staying at the beach; the only times you were together was just before bed watching whatever show the hotel allowed on and dinner time. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be, but communication was a terrifying thing.

You two came back and were greeted with your house needing to have some renervations to be completed; you were lucky your partners father, Mr. Kennedy opened his home to you with no questions asked.

Mr. Kennedy was always lovely to you. You were terrified of meeting your partners father, but the moment you saw him all those fears melted away; he accepted you, supported and never made you feel unwelcome, he would even allow you to call him by his first name but you always felt uneasy and disrespectful.

You were now in a sea of thoughts about the honeymoon, analysing every moment and every bit of shared speech — but there was little speech to be focused on. Standing in the kitchen in a silky night dress that came to the midway of your thighs, distracting yourself with the coldest glass of water, the wet surrounding the glassy outlayer dampening your fingers as you stared out into the garden, surrounded by nothing but darkness and street lamps.

You were a wife. It was difficult to let that settle in, especially when the happiness of that wasn’t even short lived, it was non existent. It seemed like god was playing a cruel joke on you, punishing you for maybe picking the wrong person, or not trying hard enough. Whatever it was, you wanted it to stop.

As you kicked your head back to finish the last drops, feeling the cold wave pass down your throat you turned around to put the glass away, startled at your sight of Mr. Kennedy standing in the doorway.

Smash.

The sound of glass hitting the tiled floor filled the room, leaving you to hurriedly trying to pick everything up in a panic, Mr. Kennedy coming to your aid.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to, you know I wouldn’t do this on purp… Ahh!” you felt a piece of sharp glass slide against your gentle and soft skin of your index finger, automatically shoving the tip of your finger into your mouth, feeling the metallic thick taste of blood coat your tastebuds.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay dear, go sit down I’ll clean this up,” you hesitated at first just followed suit with sitting at the dinning room table just a few steps away from him; guilt eating at you as you heard the clatter of glass as he swept it all up.

The moment all the glass was swept away and collected in the bin, he came over to you with those kind eyes, motioning with his hands to come take a look at your finger.

“Ooo, seems like a nasty cut,” he said with sympathy, reaching out to a box in the middle of the table and grabbing a band aid, before gently wrapping it around your finger, gently shushing you as you winced in pain.

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you smiled.

“You know it’s okay to call me Leon sweetheart,” you quickly apologised and rephrased your previous statement with the replacement of his last to his first name, “Why are you here, shouldn’t you be asleep, it’s quite late.”

“I could say the same thing to you… Leon.”

“Stop avoiding the question. What’s wrong? My son hasn’t hurt you has he?” a streak of protectiveness was shown.

“No. No. He’s been wonderful. Just… Just kinda getting used to the whole… being a wife thing,” the tone of your voice dropped in the last few words, you still couldn’t comprehend that you were a wife, especially with the lack of opportunity to feel like one.

“Trouble in paradise? You shouldn’t be having those thoughts, it’s too early for that.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“The honeymoon wasn’t exactly a honeymoon. We barely spent time together.” you felt him look at you differently, just then, feeling like his gaze was never going to sway and feeling like it was glued to your form, “anyways… thank you for helping me, I best get some sleep.”

As you were walking to your room, you were stopped with a rough hand grab your wrist. You never experienced this before with him. He never touched you like this; the only times he touched you was to hug you.

“Why don’t you stay… I could keep you company… Besides I can’t sleep anyways, I’m sure my son wouldn’t appreciate being awoken to you coming back to bed,” there was a small moment of feeling alarmed, just then, but that was easily and quickly diluted to how much trust you had in him.

You sat back down in your seat, feeling his gaze get stronger as the thin strap of your nightdress elegantly fell to the side; you didn’t think much of it and went to put it back in place, but Leon bet you to it. He leaned in and let his fingers tuck onto the band, placing it back on your shoulder and letting it linger there for a few moments before gliding down the soft skin of your arm — all you could do was blush at how close he was, and how touchy he was starting to become.

You should have turned him down right then; but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like him taking the freedom to get closer to you. All you could do was let out a soft giggle to ease the tension of unspoken words and exchanging glances between you two.

“I don’t know why he didn’t spend that much time with you. I wouldn’t leave your side,” your blush was getting intense, feeling how warm your face was and how your body was beginning to tremble with slight tremors due to his gaze.

“Thank you… I appreciate that… But I guess that’s what I have to get used to… besides married couples do tend to spent more time apart… or so I’ve heard.”

“Yes many do,” he took the invitation to have his hand place on your exposed thigh, roaming it up and down and slightly lifting your silky dress, so close it exposed your lack of underwear; Leon looked at your cunt with hunger as he felt his cock grow with looks and fantasies building from just imagining to fill that pretty pussy of yours, to give you everything he wanted to over the years. You sat there for a moment, wanting him to just take you, to smash your body against the table and feel him fuck you hard — but you were a wife.

You slowly pulled down the hem of your dress, looking away and not wanting to greet that blue eyed gaze that was already undressing you with suggesting staring.

“You know, the couples that do stray away from one another do it for a reason,” his hand ventured further and you could feel his fingers just hoovering around your pulsating heat, “sometimes that distance helps people find the one they need. It starts with just one night, then another, and then they find the right person.”

He wanted you. God he fucking needed to feel you, to hold you, to hear you, he wanted that for years and now he was taking the chance.

“… I’m not a bad person… This is wrong,” morality and sexual wanting was fighting in your brain, you needed a sweet release but knew betraying your husband was despicable, how would you feel if he laid with another ?

“You can’t deny that you want me… Is it so bad to indulge in a natural instinct, after all marriage for love is a new conception… The human body knows what it wants,” his voice was thick and smooth like honey, it enticed you with temptation running its course through each and every word and action Leon gave to you.

“And we live in a world where the conception is practiced. I married your son… I made vows that man, I signed the papers,” you tried to argue.

“Marriage is just a piece of paper, sweetheart… And right now, you can’t deny we both want to rip that paper up as much as I want to rip that dress from off of you,” he was leaning even closer.

“Will you… Will you keep it a secret?” if you were going to indulge in immorality you needed to cover your tracks.

“I’ll keep it a secret. I won’t tell anything you don’t say first. Now let me see if my fantasies come close to reality.”

Just then you felt a heat pool in every corner inside your body, feeling that urge and letting it make you lunge right into his arms, and letting him kiss you has hard as he wanted, feeling your lips collide with each interlock as your tongues glided against one another’s as he roamed his hands along your body as if he was your actual husband. You quietly moaned as his grabbed the fat of your ass, leaving an imprint of his hand the harder he squeezed it.

“Mmm,” you moaned continuously within that deepening kiss that made your core get hotter and needier, you felt Leon grow against you as he finally pulled the straps of your dress and tugged the material harshly, leaving the straps to snap off, and leaving you fully exposed under his scrutiny and the cold bite of the air surrounding you both.

“Fuck. You look even better than I imagined,” he cooed in your ear as he let his large and calloused hand grab your prominent breast, making you yelp at his touch, having him grab harder and with purpose the more he kissed you, and left bites on your lower lip.

“Oh god,” you groaned as you tossed your head back the moment he let his thumb and index finger trap your pebbled nipple and pinch it, rolling the bud along his fingers as he left you panting. “L-Leon,” you let out a whispered hush, just before he pushed his lower half into you and made you collapse on the table, leaving you to sit and wait for his next move.

You watched as he stripped himself and exposed his strong phsique, getting you even wetter as he frayed his hands by his waist and pulled down his pants, exposing his large and erect member that was tinted with a blush of red and wet with precum, waiting to come inside your entrance. You bit your lip as he started to stroke along the shaft, pumping himself before meeting the tip of his cock in your wet folds; you whimpered with just his slight touch, you wanted needed him. You felt yourself grow more impatient the more he slid along the folds that left a slick on his cock, leaving him to play at smirk at the corner of his lips to himself.

He finally had you.

“Do you want me?” he whispered in your ear.

“Of course I do.”

“You would have made a great wife for me,” he uttered as he slowly pressed his length inside you, releasing a laboured and long breath as he felt your wet walls surround him, feeling you clasp around him and beg to make you his. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he hissed.

You let your body go and feel every single thrust Leon pumped into you, hearing his gutteral groans and dirty whispers in your ear everytime he pushed his large, throbbing cock inside and hit that perfect spot just right. You press your mouth against his shoulder, trying so hard not to let out your moans and wake your real husband up.

“God, all I want is to hear that pretty mouth scream my name,” he uttered.

“He’s g-gone tomorrow.”

He raised an eyebrow out of interest: “Oh, I thought this was a one time thing,” he slowly released as he continued to thrust himself in your aching pussy, his fingers pressed into your hips as he forced himself inside.

“I need you so much more.”

You saw a glimmer cross his blue eyes, a darkening clouding his vision just before he smashed his lips against yours, groaning into your mouth as he rocks his hips back and forth, picking up the pace to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.

He thumbs your puffy clit as he continues to fuck and drill into your cunt, jabbing that sweet spot over and over again.

“I want you to cum on me, I want to see your face as you do it,” he moans as he continues to maintain the pace with bucking his hips forward and circling your sensitive bud, making your breathing depending and elongating every time he messes with you.

You reach your peak with his masterful movements, letting out pants as you cover his cock with your release; shuddering, you not long after feel his nails dig into your back, lightly scratching and making you wince, as he releases streams of hot cum inside you, making your eyes roll back to your head as you feel him pump his seed further into you and make you his.

“You’re mine now, sweetheart.”

a/n: when i posted this on my wips post (in pinned post) i saw excitement to the father in law leon so i just had to post it. i will say ik it’s a little rushed but i wanted to get it out a bit quicker, i might also write some more father in law stuff, we’ll see. i hope you lot like this and all engagement is appreciated *kiss kiss*

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biohazard-4ever · 3 days

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single-every-single-day · 3 days

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not to be horny on main but

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m1sfist · 2 days

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"I want to watch you"

re2!Leon x fem!reader

notes: so like this is my first time ever writing a smut and actually posting it, I hope it's not too bad bare with me, I hope you like itt 🙏🙏

Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

P1.

warnings: nsfw, smut w no plot, unprotected sex, hair pulling, praising, p in v, being watched while masturbating, not proof read, whimpering, blowjob, fingering, use of pet names, oral m!receiving, dirty talk

While she left the house to get some food, Leon is in his room touching himself again. suddenly he hears someone open the door, it's her. He quickly puts his precum-coated cock in his pants, the bulge noticeable in his sweatpants and a precum stain is forming on his pants. He desecretly puts his hand on his erection rubbing it and praying that she doesn't notice. But she does.

"W-what are you doing home so soon?" he says with a breathy voice trying to hide the fact he was just touching himself to her.

"I forgot my wallet..." She looks confused about why he's acting so weird.. but then she realizes.

"You couldn't wait for me to get home could you..." she says while locking the door behind her and slowly walking up to leon

Leon looks at her, his face full of shame and fear "No... I mean, I was just... It's not what you think..." He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "I was just, you know, taking a break from studying."

"oh really? is that so? and you didn't think I would notice?" She looks at him with a questioned look on her face taking a few more steps to him before sitting down next to him, rubbing his groin area with a pouty look on her face.

Leon looks down, biting his lower lip nervously "I... I wasn't thinking straight, babe. Please forgive me. I promise it won't happen again." He looks up at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'll believe him

"oh but that's what you said last time, but you'll get lucky this time" she said while caressing his cheek.

His heart was pounding, no one could ever make him feel like his, except for her.

"You're lucky I want to watch you touch yourself to me" she said in a seductive tone while looking at his lips then eyes.

Leon's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal "Wh-what? You... you want to watch me?"

"Mhm..." She loves the fact that she makes him so nervous, like she has some kind of power over him.

Leon swallows hard, still struggling to process your request "I... I don't know. Maybe... just this once." He nervously takes off his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his thick cock begging for attention

"do you think of me when you touch yourself, Leon?" She asked him with bedroom eyes, looking at his cock then looking back to his eyes. He nods and starts stroking it for her, knowing her eyes are on him makes him only hornier, but the only thing he really wants is to be inside of her. She cups his face and kisses his jawline while she watches his hand stroke his dick. she loves hearing him whimper even if just for a second.

And her watching him alone gives her a slick between her thighs. She slides her hand under his shirt tracing the lines of his abs, just the touch of her makes him let out a soft groan. Soon enough they smash their lips together fighting over who has dominance, Leon slips his free hand into her pants and circles her cilt through her panties while still jerking himself off. They both moan into each others mouths. she breaks the kiss to whimper under his touch.

"let me help you out Leon, hm?" She gave him a sly smirk and tucked her long black hair behind her ears and lowered her head down next to his throbbing erection with his sticky precum dripping along the side of it. She licks it off him while staring at him through her eyelashes, "oh f~fuck..."

she takes a hold of his thighs and starts swiftly bobbing her head up on down on his dick, feeling every vein along her tongue. Leon takes a tuff of her black hair and gently pulls on it, he could never hurt her even if he tried. He bucks his hips up to match the pace of her head, letting out whimpers and groans to every thrust hitting the back of her throat. With each gag and slurp he throws his head back as he gets closer to his climax, she knows Leon is close so she bottoms him out and wiggles her head on his cock as he shoots his warm white ropes coating down her throat, knowing she enjoyed every second of it just as much as Leon did.

With tears falling down her eyes from gagging, she looks up at him and kisses his jaw still with left over cum on her lips, licking it off of his jaw from where she kissed him.

"you think you can give me another? It's my turn you know..." She gave him a chuckle as she ran her finger down his chest. Before she could even say another word Leon swifts her up bridal style and takes her to their shared bedroom. He throws her on the white silk sheets that smell of coconut

"so I'll take that as a yes" she bites her lip excited for how Leon is gonna treat her. They both take off their shirts leaving Leon in his sweatpants and her in her bra and shorts. Leon bends down over her to whisper,

"it is your turn babe, you see that mirror right there? I want you to see what you look like while I make you come undone princess, how I make you fall apart underneath me" his new found use words only made her grow wetter, she likes this new side of him, she looked over at the mirror as he kissed her neck leaving a very visible mark.

He puts his legs on the bed spreading her legs out to make room for him with his knees as he unclips her bra with one hand. He helps her take her shorts off while she pulls down his sweat pants once again with his boxers soaked again with precum, revealing his still hard dick. He takes a look at her panties, "Already so soaked for me, good girl."

"this new side of you Leon, I like it" she lifted her hand up to cup his face while she was looking up at him. "Well you're about to like it even more my love" he lowered down and kissed her forehead as he slipped his two fingers in her panty line and pulled them down to her ankles, she kicked them off.

He dragged his pointer finger along her sensitive slick to the touch folds as he positioned his dick to her entrance. Leon wasn't one for foreplay, he likes to get straight to the point. "Are you ready princess?"

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