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[dilfprayers]

my stomach went into knots while reading this im so in love oh my goddd .. ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH ;W; this is the best belated bday gift.. older leon being a kidnapper ahhh.. dreamy sigh <3

(when he mentioned getting too old and decided to pick the reader without them having a choice, ughhjjfhfnfmcmdkdjdjdkddhd im gonna keep rereading this fic im so dizzy 🤭)

So tonight that I might see

Belated birthday gift for @dilfprayers

Post death island leon x fem reader

Cw: kidnapping, noncon, age gap but not referenced, dumbification, breeding, slight mommy kink

1.2k words

Leon seemed like a total gentleman online, nothing could go wrong when you meet up!

DEAD DOVE | DARK CONTENT

"You look beautiful tonight" he says, staring into your eyes with a remarkable intensity. It's a little intimidating but aren't all men? His hefty palm slides up your leg much like the the butterflies traveling up from your stomach and into your chest.

"Thanks" you murmur, breaking eye contact to watch his long fingers squeeze at the fat of your thigh. The butterflies keep fluttering steadily, generating a warmth inside your bones. It soon turns to heat. A wave of fire consuming every inch of your body, uncomfortably so. "Oh, I...Idontfeelsogood"

"Shh, I know sweetheart" Leon whispers, "it'll be over soon" A faint sense of panic shoots up your spine but you're too hot - too loose and rubbery to do anything about it. "You really shouldn't trust random men you meet on the internet" that's the last thing you hear before everything goes fuzzy and quiet.

Covered in a layer of sweat, you blink your eyes open, waking from a feverish slumber. The room is dark, no windows to let even a sliver of light in. Whatever sedative you were given hasn't fully worn off. All you remember is that funny feeling in your gut after Leon gave you a drink and now you're...somewhere. With sight being of little help, you're left to feel around. You're low to the floor, you notice, laid on a bare matress. A blinding streak of light sears your unprepared eyes far before you can even attempt to move. Not so thankfully - a broad figure blocks the harsh beam from what you assume must be a doorway - Leon's gruff voice bounces off the empty walls. "Wow, didn't expect you to be awake so soon! I gave you enough to knock out an elephant" he chuckles, footsteps getting louder as he plods down the staircase. "I'm impressed. Guess you're tougher than ya look, huh sweetheart?"

"Enough? E- enough what?" You stammer out, barley able to even think the words before they tumble from your lips. Cute. Clearly you're still feeling the drugs, even if your body's awake - it's clear your mind isn't.

"Don't worry about that, hon" he coos, talking all sweet and gentle like he didn't roofie you and trap you in his basement.

"I feel sick" you whine quietly, the room feels like its spinning so fast it's creating a whirlpool of nausea in your stomach. In retrospect that's definitely the least of your worries but, loopy on some mystery drug, it felt important to say.

"Figures. Brought you some water, sweetheart. It'll help" Leon tips your chin up and presses a cold glass to your lips. He's looking after you, how sweet. Fingers crossed it wasn't spiked this time but then again, it won't make a difference now.

"Iwannagohome" you slur, high pitched and anxious.

"I'm afraid I can't let you, hon'. I worked hard trying to find my perfect match and I can't just give you up now, can I?" He shakes his head, smiling warmly. He doesn't even see what's wrong with this situation, or he wants to act as if he doesn't.

"What?"

"I'm getting too old for the dating scene. I need to settle down, find myself a wife. When we started talking on tinder...I knew you were the one"

"You're not... not gonna hurt me?" If you had enough energy you'd cringe at just how meek you sound.

"No, I just wanna keep you and make a perfect little family" it's only now you notice how close his face is to yours, stubbled cheek scratching the side of your face as he whispers in your ear, "you'll make a beautiful wife and an even more beautiful mommy"

Then he's suffocating you. Not with a pillow or by wringing your neck - with his lips. Mouth pressed against your own, large hands cradling your head. Mind still swimming, you have no idea how to cope with the sensory overload. All you can do is go lax and sort of... let it happen. This is it. This is what you get for being so trusting.

"You swiped right for a reason, didn't you honey?" Leon snickers, breaking the kiss to lay you back down on the matress. "You wasted to fuck me. It's okay you can be honest, I know you're gonna enjoy this-"

Somehow your body burns even hotter when he undresses you. So hot. Overwhelmingly. "Hmph.. no" Two thick fingers press against your entrance and Leon lets out a groan. Clearly he's delusional, ignoring every opportunity of rejection.

"Pretty pussy. Can't wait to fill 'er up" and then he presses them inside, slowly gliding in and out until audible squelching fills the room.

"Fucknofuckfuck" you babble, gasping and arching involuntarily.

"Awh, you like that? Yeah ya do" he smirks "you want to be my pretty little mommy don't you, baby?"

You give a weak attempt at shaking your head 'no' but only accomplish screwing your eyes shut when he bends down to blow a gust of cold air onto your clit. An embarrassing whimper forces past your lips when he pulls out his fingers to suck on them.

"Fuck. So sweet. Wonder if you'd taste better after I pump you full of my cum" The brain sends signals to run but your legs only manage to weakly twitch, which Leon takes as encouragement. "You want that fuckin' creampie, sweetheart?" Without waiting for an answer he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out - not bothering to take any of his clothing off. Somehow that makes it worse, being the only naked one. More demeaning - as if being date raped could get any more humiliating.

"I- I don't kn-" cut short, your breath hitches upon feeling inch upon inch upon - well not that many - inches of cock stretch you open. Not long but fat. Thick enough to have your walls screaming for relief. "Ah, ah, hurts!"

"I know, baby, it's okay you'll get used to it" he coos.

"Mm-!" You moan as his mouth captures one of your nipples. He sucks with fever, like he actually expects you to lactate, teeth occasionally grazing here and there.

"Can't wait till you're all full of milk, mommy. These tits'll look so sexy all swollen and leaking" he mumbles around a mouthful of flesh. "Hell, maybe we'll bottle feed and I'll keep all you all for myself"

It's not your fault your pussy clenches right atter he says that. Completely unrelated, in fact. And it's also not Leon's fault he cums hard from the death grip on his dick, load spilling deep inside without warning. He hides his face between your breasts, muffled hiccups drown out the sound of wet noises as he continues to fuck you even while his cock softens inside. He's crying. You feel the tears pooling on your chest and running down your tummy while a calloused fingertip starts rubbing at your clit. A sudden surge of pleasure makes you quiver and shake, orgasm hitting like a meteor.

"Gonna stay inside and keep you plugged up. Not letting any of this go to waste" he croaks, kissing your temple and blinking the tears from his eyes. "Go back to sleep, my love." There's a sharp prick in your neck and your eyelids start to close. There really is no hope of escape.

#reblog #dead dove fic #for me #IM IN LOVE #leon kennedy

[dilfprayers]

everyone was tagged already wahh.. 🥹

but hay :3!! @wo8ngs @wherenymphsroam

@tomtomslongdong thank u for tagging me honey! you know i love cute shit like this hehehe

the goal is to make it look as much like yourself as possible, so <3

link to make your own here

pssssst please feel free to tell me to fuck off if you don't like being tagged in these but: @calumfmu @cinemabean @eddiesxangel @eiightysixbaby @ghostlyfleur @joshlmbrt @lighteyed @littlexdeaths @obriengf @urhoneycombwitch @xxbimbobunnyxx (alternatively if you enjoy participating in these and i didn't tag you pls lmk and i promise to tag you from now on)

[dilfprayers]

oh..my god (?)... please support the original author please !

haha hey so apparently someone stole my whole fic... copy and pasted except for tiny things changed... here is the link to their """fic""" (sorry random person I had to steal the reblog from). they've since deleted the fic off their blog + deleted their ao3 + gone on a hiatus so..... that's cool and whatever....... but they have written a lot of other shit so... don't be a dick but maybe check that for funny business too...

#what the fuck #important #this is gross #wtf?

[dilfprayers]

gonna try finishing one of my drafts today ❤️ its a really long fic too !

(sadly not dad leon ;-; BUT maybe this weekend <3)

#📓 — diary

[dilfprayers]

emo leon 😫

she licked me like im icecream...

#reblog

[dilfprayers]

👀

pet POV (pt 12): ch0king the puppy

Uncensored version (free)

#❥reblog

[dilfprayers]

what if i dropped a fic today..

#📓 — diary

[dilfprayers]

he could put me in headlock till im unconscious ^_^

#📓 — diary #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #i want his arms on me #AND HANDS #he could choke me out #actually #im fine guys

[dilfprayers]

zombies are an interesting concept.. specially like this hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zombie Leon would eat pussy so sloppily. I said it.

He would probably nibble on the clit like candy 😭 and lightly bite into your thighs. Letting out soft whines and moans as he tastes your blood and skin.

"Promise, I won't bite hard baby. Please let me, it's so hard to hold back, please," he snarls mid sentence. His eyes stare up at you pitifully as he pants into your thighs. Drool dripping down from the openings of his mouth.

I think he's a bit of a freak :33 licking and slobbering all over you. Like you're not a dog, zombified Leon!!

tw: gore / zombie shtuff 4 the pic ! Plus mentions of bodily fluids!

^ im gonna start posting my art on my other Tumblr: @localsketch if u want to follow! I'll try to make art of my fics every now n then. Also idk how 2 color guys. I suck cojones at it..

Leon's so afraid of waking up and finding himself feasting on your supple body. So he stays up when you sleep and has you restrain him to the bed in the day, so he can rest peacefully.

"I'm sorry, you just look so delicious baby. Please don't hate me, please," he sobs as he takes a small bite out of your thigh. Almost throwing up as his human side tries to force it out, knowing it's human flesh. But the zombified part of his brain wants and needs more. He needs you.

Leon then makes it up to you by eating you out like it's his last meal. It very well could be though, if you think about it. Pussy as his last meal. Wow. What a way to go, doing his favorite thing to his favorite person.

Thrusting his tongue into your quivering hole and coming back up to suckle on your clit. Slobbering all over your folds. Panting and groaning as he dives deeper and deeper, making sure every drop of your cum doesn't go to waste.

His dick still works, surprisingly. Leon doesn't even stop fucking you, even if he came already. It feels too good to even stop. Like it's a remedy for the pain he feels from the virus slowly turning his flesh into mush.

Maybe if you turn into a zombie like him, you guys can chew each other apart. Have matching shaped marks into your thighs. <3

#reblog #zombies...

[dilfprayers]

be honest do you want me gone

Eleutheromania ☣

Eleutheromania, or eleutherophilia is "a mania or frantic zeal for freedom"

Plaga Leon x plaga fem reader

Cw; kidnapping, physical violence/abuse, dumbification, humiliation, forced pet play, mindbreak, dub-con/noncon, breeding kink. Basically Leon being made into a dog.

Thank you to @rigorwhoring for proofreading and hyping me up 💋 the literal bae ever

Dedicated to my wife @moonrisecoeur !

DEAD DOVE | DARK CONTENT

Ashley's hands tremble as she cries, gun unsteady in her grip as she struggles against the command of the parasite. A shot narrowly misses Leon's head, his face scrunched in agony. He's never feared death. Not since 1998. Staring down the barrel of his own gun, ironically, a way he'd imagined dying many times. Ashley's finger wobbles on the trigger. This one's gonna hit, he knows it - she knows it. This is the end.

"Stop!" an unfamiliar voice cuts through the sobs filling the room. Saddler sighs, turning to face the source. "Don't kill him!"

"He's a heretic in need of disposing," The priest narrows his abnormally bright eyes. "I can't have him running around and ruining our plans, my lady" 'My lady'?...Leon guesses you must be another member of Valdelobos aristocracy.

"Give him to me" you pout "I'll keep him in line" Figures. You seem entitled.

Osmund grunts, followed by the sound of metal clattering to the ground. Ashley gasps in relief when her body involuntarily drops the gun. "Just keep him out of my sight."

A wicked giggle echoes off the walls as you get what you want. Saddler has his minions drag Ashley away, her screams falling on deaf ears, and leaves Leon paralysed in place for you to do as you wish. Nails, sharp like claws, trace the prominent black veins under his skin. Your touch is cold and greedy like a vortex, stealing the warmth away from him. Everything about you sets him on edge. "I think you'll do nicely" you grin, the corners of your mouth stretching unnaturally far and, for a second, Leon's sure your skin will split open.

The world fades to black as an overwhelming pain throbs in his skull. When he comes to he finds himself in front of a lit fireplace, head spinning and brain foggy, he blinks a few times to recalibrate his vision. The first thing he notices, which he vaguely regards as strange, is that he seems to be laying on some sort of cushion. The second thing Leon notices, which immediately pulls him back into reality, is that he's been stripped of his clothes. Not just his expressive coat this time but every item of clothing.

"What the fuck-" he hisses, jumping to his feet - or at least he tries to until a chain tugs at the metal collar around his neck and he falls to his knees. Chained, naked and in an unfamiliar environment. Just another day for Leon really, only this time a safeword isn't going to save him. Whipping his head around frantically, he notices the decor of the room - a bedroom and a rather fancy one at that.

"You're awake!" You announce with glee, stepping out from behind a privacy screen. A burst of both rage and embarrassment spark to life in Leon's gut and he quickly covers his delicates with both hands whilst trying to rise to his feet in some instinctual attempt to fight. You only laugh as he stumbles. "Don't try to stand. There's only enough length on that chain to crawl" your words come out breathy and amused. This is some kind of game to you.

"What kinda sick shit is this?" He barks, practically snarling up at you, although it's difficult to look menacing with those American girl doll teeth.

"Oh, calm yourself, little lamb. I'm doing you a favour"

"You think chaining me up like an animal is doing me a favour?" Leon scoffs in return.

"Lord Saddler would have had you killed or worse - put to work as some kind of soilder. Haven't you fought enough? Aren't you tired of it?" The more you talk the more Leon's brain turns to mush, your voice like a hypnotic lullaby. It's involuntarily, the way he drops his arms back at his sides, his muscles realx to the point he feels like jelly. All loose and sluggish. "I couldn't let such a fate befall a pretty thing like you"

Somewhere in a faraway whisper, Leon's conscious tries to break out of this trance. "Wh- what are you saying?"

"Shhh" you hush him with a finger to his lips "quiet now, no need to think anymore. Just be a good little pet, that's it"

No, this isn't right. But it’s becoming difficult to remember why... The parasite in his bloodstream pulses and buzzes with the thrill of the attention. It makes his dick twitch. Yes my queen. Tell me how to behave my queen. The sensation of your finger pushing past his lips, exploring the wetness on his tongue, sends even more of his blood flowing south. This is wrong. He reminds himself, fighting hard to regain control. This is dehumanising. A small spark of autonomy comes back to him and it's a mere reflex to bite down on the intrusion inside his mouth.

A pained hiss follows, finger yanked back with blood spurting in it's wake. "You foul, wretched mutt" you shout, backhanding him hard across the face. The blow sends Leon down, hitting the freezing stone floor. "You need to be taught some manners"

"Screw you" Leon growls back, one side of his face stinging and red. He watches as you walk away, long dress dragging behind you. Does everyone in this place dress like its still the victorian times? At least you're easier to look at than Saddler or Ramon, still relatively human looking except from your clawed fingers and wide mouth.

Watching you rumage around through a chest in the corner of the room, Leon's mind begins to drift to Ashley. Where did Saddler take her? What were they doing to her now? Guilt and worry chew at his frontal lobe harder than any parasite could, exposing raw nerves and primal fear. It had to be different. That's what he'd promised himself. Now look at him, enslaved to another cruel mistress. So deep in retrospection, he doesn't notice you approaching until your hands are on his face. A dry leather material irritates his supple skin and he shakes his head in attempt to free himself from whatever contraption you're attaching.

"Much better" you announce, pleased with yourself having muzzled your new beast. It's an old dusty piece of equipment but it works well enough.

"Ywr pthetic" Leon's words are muffled. Shame has really started to soak in now, what would his colleagues think if they could see him like this? Prized agent of the D.S.O reduced to a plaything.

"Oh I'm pathetic?" You laugh in his face, flashing that same horrifying, stretched out grin. "That’s funny considering how you look right now"

"Wht r'yw gnna do w'me?" The question comes out clumsily now his jaw is locked in place but his meaning is clear. He wants to know why you're doing all this. There's obviously an end goal or else you'd just have let him die to begin with.

"You're going to be my puppy" you clasp your gnarled hands together and bat your eyelashes. It seems easy enough. To just crawl after you and whine for a soft hand in his hair rather than a palm across his face. No more grueling missions or fighting for his life. Sure it's demeaning but what does that matter in the grand scheme of things? Obviously that's the parasite talking. Or at least he tries to convince himself. Can you really blame him after years of rigorous training? It's engraved in his brain to follow commands. 'Yes ma'am.' 'As you say ma'am.' 'Right away ma'am.' He's always been a good boy. So what if his cock gets hard everytime you pull on his muzzle and force him around like a doll? That's just the plaga side of him.

The remaining human part of his mind runs through a wheel of responses before settling on "fuck you! I'm not some dog" Gripping a fistful of his hair, you yank him closer, the parasite in his veins screams in fear. Your anger exudes into the space around you and seeps into Leon's infected brain. I've upset my mistress, I need to be punished. His body betrays him, forcing him still and to accept whatever fate you deem him worthy of.

"I don't think you're understanding that this isn't a choice" you sneer. The force in which you pull his hair makes his scalp burn and eyes tear up. He's sure you'll rip a chunk out with the way things are going... but to his surprise you release him. Fishing a key out of the hundreds of ruffles and folds in your dress, you unlock the restraint around his neck. Are you letting him go? Of course not. What a stupid thing to even think. You're going to do mutch worse than restrain him - you're going to turn his mind and body against him. "Crawl to me" you demand as you retreat a few paces and sit at the edge of your queen sized bed.

There's no way he would- but he does. Before he can even blink his knees are against the hard floor and he's dragging himself to your feet. The control of the plaga seems to have doubled, so eager to bow to its fair lady. He tries to stop, muscles straining so hard he gets lighthearted, to no avail. Though his mouth was mostly hidden, it wasn't hard to miss the way he was glowering. Drooling like a true mutt, his body was shaking with the effort of trying to will it back under his own authority.

"Stop that before you burst a blood vessel" you scold him by swatting at his muzzle. The permanent headache pounding in the back of his skull intensifies and sends his vision cloudy. The faint candlelight flickering behind you smears out in faint streaks, giving you a translucent halo. Even his own eyes were telling him to give it up. Let you be his new deity, bow down and live in blissful ignorance.

Neck craining to watch you rise, Leon's eyebrows raise when you begin to pull down your dress. Letting it sink to the floor, you unlace the stiff corset beneath with a practised speed. And then you're... naked. It's not a bad sight either - considering. There don't seem to be any apparent anomalies or mutations growing from your flesh. "Mnm wuh're you...?" He asks with a hint of disbelief, the confusion and slight panic only intensifying as you position yourself on the bed.

On your hands and knees, pussy right in his face, you look over your shoulder at him. "Up" you speak so calmly, like this is completely normal.

"Wa- no!" Leon attempts to argue but his limbs betray him yet again. He's up on the bed right behind you, eyes unable to leave the sight of your weeping hole. There's just no way this is happening. He can't process it. "Y'can js uth me lke um toy!" This is disgusting, this is... this is vulgar. The thought of being forcibly made to screw like a mindless breeding pet makes his stomach churn. This can't happen, please.

Wiggling your hips, you let out an impatient puff of air. "Hurry up and mount me, you dumb dog!" That shouldn't make his cock drip precum. It shouldn't make his mouth water. Shouldn't make his hips jolt. That pressure in his head starts to numb the longer he gawks at your open cunt. A sense of peace washes over him as he pushes himself ontop of you, arms bracing his weight on either side of your head. His spit drips steadily onto your shoulder and neck as he tucks his face into the crook of your shoulder. He doesn't want this. He doesn't! It's gross.... it's.... it's, getting harder to think the closer his dick gets to the heat of you. The contrast between your cool skin versus the radiating warmth between your legs sends a shiver down Leon's spine. Everything about you is confusing.

A whine slips out as his tip brushes your slit. He drops some of his weight onto you, unable to hold himself with the overwhelming sensation. "Mm...nn not ryt, s'not ryt" he whinpers as his cock slides into you on it's own accord. "Don'wnt thi- hm fck!" His complaints are cut off when his balls slap against your fat lips. Mentally he's fading... losing any will or conscious. Fuck, breed, please. That's all that remains.

"Ah, that's it doggy, just let it take over. You know you like it" your taunting is lost on him now as he thrusts in and out. Panting and slobbering, he stares down at the crimson sheets where his fingers dig into the material for purchase. More whines fall from his spit soaked lips as he tries to lick at your skin through the cage on his mouth. Fuck, breed, please my mate.

It's not long before he's forgotten where he is, why he's here, how he got in this situation. You officially broke him. His moans are loud and desperate, pistoning into you so hard that you'd go flying out from under him if his weight wasn't keeping you in place. "Fll y'up,need t'fuck thif cm into ths cnt" he growls like this is his mission. In a way, it is. His new purpose. Breed. Fuck. Breed. Cum. Fuck. Breed.

#reblog #this.. #AHHHHHHHHHH #WHAT DO I SAY? ITS SO.. #moots KEEP COOKING OMG #leon trying to not give it but does anyways #im losing it

[dilfprayers]

yall.

line up in line (is all i remember)

mdni

leon kennedy x reader

warnings: band au, fake dating au, fem!reader, cocky leon, ooc leon, p in v, oral (f + m receiving), ooc chris, established relationship near the end, praise, pet names, set in the 90s

a/n: incredibly self indulgent of me bcs it's based on blur vs oasis.... anyway made leon a whore in this no joke i regret little

title is from line up by elastica

wc: 4.5k

“Okay- we're ready!”

An unknown woman gets in shot, quickly perfecting those last minute touches on you, before dipping out of frame once again.

“So, how do you feel about your number one single?”

“It's great- really, I feel very grateful.” Your eyes dart to the camera that zooms in on your face, a bashful smile coating your face at the realisation. “I mean, the um- the whole band feels very grateful too.”

The interviewer cocks the back of her head only slightly in frame. “You must feel like you've won the battle, no?”

A look of confusion spreads across your face. “I'm sorry?”

“The war between you and the band STARS?”

The camera zooms in further in on your face, and another look of embarrassment coats your eyes, but your face shows something akin to annoyance. “Well, we won number one, sure, but I don't think that band has got anything to do with it.”

“Yeah,” The interviewer pauses, a sigh passing from her lips. “But you've beaten them.”

“We have, yes.” Frustration ebbs in your features. “If you really want me to rub it in on how fucking undefeated we are, we played a gig in Budapest in a venue that holds ten thousand people- we sold out five nights in a row for the exact same place.”

A stretch of silence is shared between the two of you.

“Can we move on now, please?”

“Sure.” The interviewer flips through her clipboard, before pausing again. “Do you and the band have high hopes for the new album?”

“Sure we do, we try not to half-ass anything, otherwise what's the point of aiming for number one?”

–

“What do you think of being beaten?”

Leon grins at the interviewer, one shred of any coyness and full of mischief. “Straight to the point, huh sweetheart?”

His bandmate, Chris, takes a drag out of his cigarette. “Answer the fucking question, Leon.”

Said man gives a strange look to Chris, one borne of incredulousness. “Well- okay- it's not ideal, I mean, shit- who likes getting beaten?”

“Not wrong there.” The interviewer flips to another card, illegible words scrawled on the card. “Do you think you'll be able to chart for the new album?”

“If we don't, I'll be fucking pissed.” Chris gets out of his chair, throwing his cigarette to the ground. “Fuck this interview- I don't wanna hear shit about that fucking band-”

The camera cuts to an apologetic looking Leon, and the faint trembles of farewells and gratitude, before the camera cuts completely.

–

“What a dickhead.” Your bandmate lets out, taking a wheeze out of their cigarette, before blowing the smoke to let it dissipate in the air. “All muscle ‘n that and he whines like a fuckin’ baby. Bastard.”

You hum in acknowledgement more than agreement, stuffing your hands in your pockets with a scrunched up expression on your face as the bitter wind bit your skin.

A harsh contrast to the blaring sun in the sky.

“Leon looked like he didn't even give a fuck.” The stench of more cigarette smoke brushed past you, and the urge to mould your expression into one of disgust was there. “Then again, he probably wants to fuck the interviewer.”

You stifle a snort, a quick glance to your bandmate, then to the scenery of your garden that you're situated in. “He'll fuck anything with a pulse.”

You'd know that all too well, Leon Kennedy’s notorious for adultery.

“The man is insatiable.” Your bandmate finishes off, killing the fire burning through the ash with a flick to the ground and a stomp, crushing and burying it further into the concrete. “I wonder if he'll actually settle down.”

You smile to yourself, the corners of your eyes crinkling. “You'll be surprised.”

All you've earned is a peculiar glance from them.

–

“Get a load of this guy.” A drawl to the ears, but Leon's not all that bothered by the snide comment, he only cares about the big guy smoking in the corner of the room with a substantial frown on his face. “Chris’ nearly gone through the fucking packet.”

A sneer covers Chris’ face, and both Leon and Claire have to stifle a grin and a laugh. “C'mon- he's gonna stink the room out.”

The two walk in silence, going outside and around the back of the studio to stand outside together, feeling the fresh air fill their lungs, rather than the black tar from the cigarettes.

Claire sighs, taking in the fresh air with a heavy breath and a hand grazing her already perfect haid. “Hear about that Budapest thing?”

“I did- alright for some, isn't it?” Shoving his hands in his pocket, he leans against the wall, uncaring off the scuffs it lays on his jacket. “Fuckin’ hope it's not mentioned to Chris.”

A sound of agreement slips from her lips, then a half grin alongside a scrunched up side glance is directed at him. “Well- how you gonna tell him now then? Fucker might bite your head off.”

“I'm not gonna tell him,” A pregnant pause, then Leon looks at Claire with a matching grin, pushing himself off the wall. “The tabloids will.”

–

Leon doesn't do relationships. There's a reason for doing things the way he does, obviously. Why be in a relationship when you've got groupies who'll kiss the gravel you'll walk on? Every gig is a picking ground to find a lucky fan who he'll fuck.

Relationships practically spells commitment, and he's already got a band he's tied to by the wrists, why should he stick around for a relationship as well?

Suppose he's now got to kiss the days of freedom goodbye, and welcome a wealth of new beginnings as he sits in your living room.

“Paper's fresh.” You toss it on your coffee table. It's wooden, a stark difference to the glass one he has at home. Your reasoning was that it's a pain to clean, fingermarks and such ruin the classiness of it.

He can't disagree with the sentiment.

The newspaper reads a picture, one of Leon kissing you, and it's rather filthy actually. “Don't think they got my best angle.” Which is true, his hair looks a little windswept, but nothing could be done about mother nature. But they've even captured the hand he's got on your ass. Perfect.

He doesn't bother reading the title, knowing it'll be some corny title that'll make his eyes roll. Hottest couple of the nighties would obviously be a cracking title because whenever he's in a relationship, he'd make it hot.

“Probably didn't get mine either, but we're eating each other's faces,” You huff, running a hand through your hair. “I don't think it's the sort of thing to look pretty in- more erotic I suppose.”

Can't argue with that logic, but still. Leon is supposed to ooze sex appeal, the pretty boy up on walls in girl's bedrooms. He's sure they're all crying out with jealousy now that he's no longer up for grabs.

Makes his ego swell more than he thought it could.

“How long are we doin’ this for?” It was mentioned in that meeting, the one you two had in some dingy downtown bar in exchange for some privacy, but he was too busy admiring your tits.

You stay quiet for a moment, before plopping yourself down on a seat opposite him, and he tries to ignore the way your tits bounce. He's been out of the game for a month, what else is he supposed to do? “Until I break it off or until the paps get bored shitless of us.”

That could be ages, ages without being the whore he's used to, which is commitment. He's already disgusted. “Obsessed with me already sugartits?”

The name certainly throws you off, just as he had hoped, but you recover quickly from it. “Obsessed with challenging you on keeping your dick to yourself.” You tut at him, and somehow he's back with his mother. “I'm surprised you don't get paid for how many people you fuck weekly.”

With that, Leon laughs, because yeah, you're right. Besides, his dick is a thing of beauty, many women go down to their knees at the sight of it obviously. “Can I fuck you at least?”

A scoff as well of a roll of your eyes, but you don't follow it with an answer. Well, that is the case until you give him a smile. “We are dating, aren't we?”

The answer does surprise him somehow. He had a feeling that you'd say no, or maybe back away and tell him he has to now follow a life of chastity, how boring. “Why do you look so surprised?”

Seems like he wasn't able to mask it, but he shrugs at you, a lazy grin swept on his face. “I figured you'd say no.”

You hold in the temptation to scoff, and instead narrow your eyes at him, placing him under scrutiny. Can't say he doesn't enjoy it, or that would be lying. “I have needs too, Kennedy.”

“Oh, that reminds me-” You get up, and Leon's got half of the mind to get up also, until you're stood beside him. “Can I suck your dick please?”

Blunt, but you asked nicely, so he supposes it could be excused. It actually catches him off guard and makes his throat a little dry. Forthright women are terrifying. “Obsessed with my dick instead, sweetheart?”

“No,” You pause, now getting on your knees and in-between his thighs, hands already pawing his zip down. “It is because if I bruise my knees, I'll get a rumour mill going and I've got a photoshoot to go to.”

His dick comes out of the confines of his trousers, laying flaccid in your hand, and for once, he actually feel embarrassed about it. “I- I'm soft-”

“I can tell.” You kitten lick the tip, then starts pressing open mouthed kisses to slick his cock in spit, before you start jerking him off. “I'm surprised your dick isn't permanently flaccid from how much you use it- you sure it isn't broken?”

“Shut up and suck my dick, woman.” Leon's got half the mind to shove you down his dick, but it's still soft, and would defeat the whole point of it. He's a grower, okay?

“Okay floppy dick.” You do as you're told anyway, sucking him off diligently without another word, but he can tell you want to rip him a new one.

Leon also has half the mind to not let you suck his dick for that comment as well, but when you pull off and start sucking his balls, he knows keeping his mouth shut was the best idea.

You even try to take both of his balls in your mouth, drool already pooling around your mouth and dripping down your chin. Seems you like it sloppy.

“Shit-” He wants to know where you learnt to worship dick and balls the way you do. Either he's been getting mediocre head from groupies all this time, or you are just that good, but he praises that tongue you've got on you.

Because he's such a gentleman, he ushers you off his dick and tucks your hair out of your face, kneading a hand through it so he has a grip on you. “Mind if I face fuck you?”

You nod. “I'll blow your mind Kennedy.” Yeah, he's sure you'll blow his dick off too.

He taps the tip against your lips, enforcing the appearance of an incredulous look on your face, before you pry open your lips and encase his dick.

If Leon wasn't hard before, he most certainly is now. Your throat gagging on his dick, clenching and constricting around it entices him to pleasure he's not been graced with in a long time.

“Get it nice and sloppy, baby.” Hands clench at his thighs, a weight and a dig to keep him on Earth. “Gonna make you unable to fuckin’ speak.”

That's when you decide to glance up at him, a challenge brewing in your eyes, and how could he say no to such a thing?

“You fucking asked for it.” Thick strings of spit paint your chin and his dick as well as snot dribbling from your nose. His hand moving your head up and down at a consistent rate, and he's sure you're desperate for air.

But you don't tap his thigh, not even for a breather. You take it, and continue to do so until he nears his peak.

And when he's near, Leon doesn't wanna cum down your throat, moreso on your face or his stomach. However, you force your head down until your lips touch the hilt, and you swallow.

“I'm gonna- I'll cum in your mouth-” Mind blowing head gives him the inability to give good dirty talk, so instead he pulls your head back just so you're midway on his dick, and he spills into your mouth.

Your hand jerks off the part of his dick that's no longer in your mouth as he cums in your mouth, and this only stops when Leon starts whining.

“You don't have to-” Oh, you swallowed. When it comes to first time head, he tries to be a gentleman. He doesn't like making girls swallow his sperm, but it seems like you don't mind.

You scramble to your feet, and he can tell you're panting, though it's slightly subtle. “Spitters are quitters.”

With that, you wipe your face clean of spit with the back of your hand and leave Leon blissed out in your living room. “Don't forget my spare key on the coffee table.”

All Leon can muster is a distant hum of recognition, and the realisation that you can still talk pretty well.

–

The fake dating wasn't your idea, you swear on it. It was moreso Claire's idea.

See, you and Claire had been somewhat secret friends, especially when it came to the whole rivalry between your bands. What a thing that turned out to be.

The two of you weren't originally rivals, once again it was the paparazzi spurring up a good story in order for a nice juicy paycheck.

Many a time have interviewers tried to spur something on, but you do little to entertain the idea. Just to seem more sensible than the disorderly band.

Thought you're certain that they didn't anticipate that Chris Redfield would be as aggressive as shown in papers.

He's punched more journalists than fingers on both of yours and Claire's hands combined. You're surprised that not a single lawsuit is in sight.

Those muscles surely are no joke, maybe they scare lawyers or whatever well away.

Even so, you and Claire became friends despite the animosity swelling up, as well as the idea of fake dating to become a reality.

The release of new E.Ps were imminent, and who doesn't like reaching number one? More attention to the two bands going head to head.

It was to the suggestion of Claire that you'd go with Leon in the fake dating journey, considering all the other bandmates took the rivalry far too seriously.

As well as Leon being the sex icon.

Which leads you to where you are currently, with Leon sitting on his toilet, face dripping with blood.

“This whole thing was a shockingly shit idea.” Your hand grips his chin, forcing him to look at you as you gently clean his face up. “Whoever came up with it should've been beat too.”

A laugh huffs out of you, a soft grin spreading your lips as you dab the cotton ball on his cuts and bruises. “Would you still say that if I told you it was Claire?”

Silence, and a glance away from you was all that you needed to get your answer from him. “You care about her a lot- Claire I mean.”

It's not a prying question, more of an endearing and gentle remark, and thankfully, it's not taken in any other way. “How can I not?”

Leon's answer rings true to your ears, so you say nothing to dispute it, and instead brush some of his locs away to clean a cut. “Chris really did a number on you.”

“Uh-huh.” It's said without skipping a beat, one that spoke of ‘yeah, no shit’. “At least I didn't hit back- I'm being the bigger person.”

“Well done for being mature- I'm sure you restrained yourself extremely well.” You try to ignore the way his eyes lighten up a little, despite your voice retaining a hint of sarcasm.

Although you're sure he takes it as a joke, Leon still plays along. “Does it mean I get a reward?”

A sigh, and whatever you were doing to clean his face momentarily pauses, your hands drooping only slightly. “Like what? I swear if it's drugs Kennedy, then you can fuck right off-”

“-Will you sit on my face please?”

Your face gapes, and although the offer is a lovely one, you still can't help but narrow your eyes at him. “You got beat up by Chris because we're da- fake dating, and you want me to sit on your face?”

He nods, and you shake your head. “You're addicted to sex, I think.”

Leon shakes his head, a grin growing on his face. “No- addicted to pussy, two very different things.”

A scoff, and you even screw up your nose at him, but you give him a big grin. “At least you asked nicely. How do you wanna do it though?”

The question soon leads to you clutching onto your headboard, your pussy just hovering above Leon's mouth.

His hands wrap around to your thighs, pulling you down forcefully so you're properly seated on his face, allowing him to spit and lick at your clit.

“Oh- Leon-” Looking down at him, you admire how he fully immerses himself, nose bumping and rubbing against your clit as his tongue starts thrusting in and out of you. “Like that- please-”

A smack to your ass makes you jolt, a gasp escaping your lips, followed by a gentle moan barely scraping past your lips.

Your free hand moves to thread into his hair and grip on it, rutting your hips against his face as you feel slick pooling down into it.

Leon lets out a muffled groan, leaving another smack to your ass, although you don't jolt this time, and instead buck your pussy into his face, his nose now roughly nudging against you.

Continuing to roll your hips, you feel yourself bite your bottom lip, hyper fixated on making yourself cum as slick drips down into his mouth.

You're vaguely aware that Leon needs to breathe, though because you're so hellbent on cumming, the fact is ignored as you clench around his tongue uselessly as you reach your climax.

“‘m gonna cum- Leon-” With the utterance of his name, your hole spasms around his tongue as he gobbles up your release like it's the last sip of water in a suffocating desert.

Vaguely aware of your shaky legs, you lift yourself off of his mouth, and you yelp at the sudden attack on your ass again. “One more.”

The man sounds drunk, but you can't help but say yes, and return to sitting on his face again.

–

The clicks of cameras ring true in the background, flashes and shouts accompanying the noise as the camera pans to you and Leon.

“Excuse me!” The interviewer beckons the two over, and you lead Leon by the hand to the man, a grin on both of your faces. “You two look lovely tonight, can we get a few questions?”

The camera cuts to the two of you again, a nod coming from you as the interviewer hovers a microphone just shy of his lips. “So- how did you two get it on?”

A blush coats your cheeks, and Leon can sense your embarrassment, so he leans forward to answer the question. “Thank Claire- they were friends since before the whole rivalry shit- suppose you can piece together the rest.”

“How long have you two been dating then?” The interviewer more than shouts into their faces as the cheers of an audience and more camera clicking fills the air.

You decide to answer the question, smiling gently at the interviewer. “Just over a month, we kept it a secret, you see.”

“But Leon was flirting with women at that time.” It's more than a question than a statement. “And he's said in previous interviews that he has no interest in a relationship.”

You lean forward again, Leon still having a smile on his face, but it slightly resembled a grimace. “Our relationship was a secret- everything had to appear as normal so nobody would suspect anything.”

Leon nods, now taking over on speaking. “And I changed my mind about dating- I've had bad relationships in the past, but I had enough not sticking to one girl.”

The interviewer seems to mirror Leon's previous facial expression, but he continues with the questions anyway. “Does Leon's adventurous sex life bother you?”

You shake your head and shrug your shoulders. “Why should it bother me? I think how he used to spend his time before me is up to him- as long as he's loyal I don't care.”

With that, you press a kiss to your partner’s cheek, to which it is then followed up with Leon pressing a forceful kiss to your lips, and gasps echo around the camera.

–

“Fuck me- Leon-” You lazily move up and down his cock, heavy and deep hitting within you as his hands grip at your ass.

A groan cracks out from his throat, the feeling of your clenching walls mean much to the pleasure receptors flashing in his head, and mean a lot to his dick too.

As soon as you got back from the event, you'd stripped your clothes off and wanted to sleep. But Leon had a better idea.

That on camera kiss turned a coil in him, and he's sure both of your faces will be on the front page, to which he did shove his tongue down your throat, and your healing knees were very visible in the dress that you wore.

“That's it, pretty girl.” You're a star, one that belongs on stage, one that belongs on the red carpet and one that belongs on his dick. Leon only lets the best ride his cock. “Pussy's fuckin’ sucking me in.”

His hands start to massage your tits, earning an appreciative moan from you, pinching your nipples slightly before moving away from them to return back to their original position, not before slapping your ass harshly.

The roll of your hips is slow, yet enticing. It leaves him addicted, leaves him smacking your ass and you leaning down to press another kiss to his lips.

“I can't- please- '' The whine spills out from your lips, your hands clutching the dress shirt he still has on, you now lifting your hips up and down at a hastened pace.

His hands assist you, loud yet harsh slapping sounds echoing around the room, as well as sounds of delight coming from the two of you.

Leon grumbles out a groan as you start clenching around him, your release convulsing around his dick, wetting it and his balls.

Surprisingly, you don't stop moving your hips, and you don't until Leon's huffing out a faint warning. “G'nna fill you up nicely.”

Leon soon feels his balls tighten, following him spilling inside you, and he doesn't even think, let alone wish to pull out.

The two of you catch your breaths in silence, and it's only then you break it. “Go out with me.”

Leon's got half the mind to shove you off him, but you push yourself up so you're sat up, letting his softening cock sit in you. “What?”

“I mean- be in a relationship with me.” You sniffle, fiddling with the edges of his dress shirt as you dare not to look away (Leon wishes you would.)

He gives you that incredulous look, one that shows how utterly baffled he is. “We're already in one.”

A shake of your head, and that's when you snap your gaze away from him, finding the corner of his room much more appealing. “We aren't in a real one.”

With those words, he understands what you're getting at. All he knows how to do is laugh, so he lets out one. “You- wait- you like me?”

“Yeah, I-I've had to suffice with your floppy dick for the past fucking month- why wouldn't I?” Ouch, the floppy dick dig again? It's really starting to hurt his feelings.

“Can you stop with the floppy-” The look you give him shuts him up, you're a terrifying woman when you want to be. Makes him lick his lips and fumble on his words, truly. “I don't do relationships-”

“Liar-” An interruption, and he can't help but narrow his brows at you. How dare you cut him off. “You do our fake one just fine.”

“That's different-”

“-Is it? Because you-”

“-Will you stop interrupting me?”

The short argument ends, and it leaves Leon sitting up and leaning on a hand to keep himself up, his other running a hand through his hair.

Silence, and a pleading look sends a sigh barrelling down from his lips. “Okay, I'll do it, but I swear-”

A kiss seals the deal, and Leon merely has a fleeting thought that he's sealed his life away or something. That is until you roll your hips and break the kiss. “Round two?”

He only answers with a kiss and turning your positions so your back is on the bed. “You must love my dick.”

You laugh, though it's punched out of you with a hard thrust, and even Leon can't help but moan at it considering his still slightly sensitive dick.

“Surprised it's not broken yet-” Another thrust, and that's when you finally shut up.

–

Chris and Claire are at the centre of the camera, although Claire looks rather uncomfortable.

“Thank you both for joining us today.” A shake in the interviewer's voice is all too obvious, and the shake in her hand is slight. “So- how have you been?”

“Fine.” A short answer, gruff and rushed from the large man.

“Could be better.” Claire starts, then she nudges Chris. “Mister Grump over here hasn't given me a break since the lovely couple-”

“-Mention them one more time and I'll break something.”

The interview goes silent, though Claire only laughs and rests easy with a cheesy grin perking up on her face. “He'll get over it.”

The room goes quiet, and even through the screen, the emotion of bafflement is shared.

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ddlg with leon hits different everytime ughjhh

tw. ddlg duh, smut, fluff, daddy kink, pacifier

note. umm.. just ddlg w og4 leon 😭 @d10nyx fault!! she did this and . most of this is her doing.. written so late so ignore typos cuz idk I’m . this is frantic and sick and it might be ooc but pleek.. let me LIVE not my best just rambling I think

Your boyfriend has always been, for a lack of better words, strange. Stoic sounds way too serious, and well, to be sardonic you have to be a little more clever with your words. Leon’s cynical.

And yet, you think he likes it more than you do.

For the first time in your life, you see light in his eyes. He might’ve seen God. Eats you out like it’s the second coming and then bends you over for the third.

It started slow, you ease into it like you’re taking his fat cock— But Leon, he comes at you, guns blazing, pacifier in hand and dick rock hard.

“Go on, baby, give daddy a twirl.” He’s always so gentle. And you wonder what sort of demon has gotten into him. You wonder who took your Leon away and gave you daddy instead, but it’s nothing to complain about. “C’mon, baby, aren’t you my little ballerina?”

You are, you so are. So you give him that spin he desires so badly, satisfied by the appreciative groan that leaves his throat at the flirty flutter of your skirt. Angelina Ballerina has taught you well.

“Did you miss me?” Leon asks, the tip of his nose digging into your shoulder when he lays his head down.

A simple nod doesn’t suffice. He hooks his finger in the plastic handle of your pacifier, pops it out to see those spit-slicked lips of yours.

“Daddy taught you how to use your big girl words, baby.” Leon’s face is impassive. It’s hard to tell if he’s mad or if he’s teasing you for the sake of teasing you. He gets off on it, you think.

“I missed you,” you croak out, pawing at his chest.

“Baby.” He clicks his tongue in warning.

“Daddy… I missed daddy.”

“Baby missed daddy?” He says this shit like it means nothing. Like it isn’t enough to throw your entire world off-kilter.

(An hour later, when you hand Leon a beer and ask him if he’s alright, he’ll say something mildly suicidal to the point of concern. The shame of being your daddy is all-consuming, and to be honest, it’s a little funny when he comes down like that. Head in his hands, talking ‘bout how he can’t do that again— Can’t do no more of that, back to plain ol’ dick, no daddy, no princess parts, he’s tossing the rubbers out— Not the condoms, just that pacifier.)

“Mhm.” You nod, lips smacking against nothing, the taste of rubber lingers.

“Look at that,” Leon coos, “need something in that little mouth, hm?”

You nod again, pleading him with your eyes alone for the comfort of your pacifier.

“No, baby, this cute little mouth is made for daddy’s cock.” It comes out so easy. Like he’s made for it, to be a perverted fucking freak all for you. He excels at it, you wonder if he’d consider leaving his job to do this full-time.

He lays you down on the couch, kisses your ankle and then spreads your thighs to nose at your fat pussy through your heart-print panties, pointed nose bumping your clit when he drags it through the seam.

“Daddy…” you whine, and your hole flutters when he mouths at your clothed cunt.

“Oh, I know, my baby, my poor baby, you need daddy’s kisses, yeah?” He says this all straight-faced. “Need daddy’s kisses to make it all better.” Leon bites your chubby pussy lips, and then he squishes them together to make your clit tingle.

Daddy’s promised kisses never come. When he peels off your sticky undies, stringy slick webbing from your puffy cunt to the soaked crotch of your panties. Instead of his hot mouth or those perfect lips on your clit, the rubbery nub of your pacifier runs along your folds, sucked into your greedy hole as it pulses, pussy squelching as you push it out and Leon pushes it back in.

“Noo… That’s dirty, daddy.”

“No, honey, that little mouth is dirty.” Leon unbuckles his belt. “Gotta wash it out with soap.”

“Didn’t do nothing, daddy.” Pouting your way out of it never works. ‘Cause he punishes you on a whim.

“You’re talking back to daddy, baby,” he hums, thick thighs on either side of your head, “we can’t have that can we, pumpkin?” He feeds the tip of his dick past your parted lips, drippy pre coating your tongue. “Much better.”

You beg to differ. No offence to Leon, but you’d take the taste of rubber over the salt of his precum any day. It’s softer though. Velvety in your mouth as you suckle, looking up at him sweetly ‘cause Leon likes your pretty eyes. He wraps a hand around the base to pull his cock from your mouth, it slips out with a wet pop.

“That’s all my baby can take,” he says.

“Mhm, daddy.” No it’s not.

“You’re too little for daddy, aren’t you? Gotta be careful, don’t want you to hurt yourself, baby.”

“Mhm, daddy.” No you’re not, you take it to the hilt on most nights.

“Yeah, so give it a kiss, baby, help daddy cum,” Leon says, jerking his cock while you press open-mouthed kisses to the leaky head, lapping at the slit till his seed dribbles out like icing from a piping bag. Your pacifier is taken out of your pussy, he rubs the nub on your lips to clean it off, and you know he’s feeling mean enough to neglect that ache in your clit.

The embarrassment settles in a moment later. For Leon, never for you. He groans softly when you crawl into his lap, lifting his shirt to feel his hardened stomach, the softness of his chest. To spare himself of any more Totally Spies talk, he smushes your face into his chest and you latch onto his nipple knowing how much he hates (read: loves) it.

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happy easter ! x3

#📓 — diary #easter

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im on a little hiatus , im still around though! just taking a mental break and all that fun shit ^_^ (i hate having responsibilities) i'll be lurking about, reblogging stuff - the usual! <3 i appreciate all the support even when im away, it means so much and im hoping by summertime i'll be back to my bullshit on the page LOL love you guys! AND I MISS ALL OF YOU SO MUCHHHHH

#📓 — diary

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youve done it again oh my god this read was so good - AND HE'S SO CREEPY but sooo good id be stuck with him forever too- kidnapped? suddenly im okay with it ^_^!!!!!!

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.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“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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they keep on watchin’

(mdni)

gallagher x reader

warnings: real uncle!gallagher, incest!!!!, uncle - niece incest, minor breeding kink, perv!gallagher, unsafe sex, no y/n, p in v, fingering, multiple orgasms, gallagher being an alcoholic, gallagher is a sleazebag, age gap (reader is in her 20s, gallagher is in his 40s), spanking, fem!reader, praise, dd:dne, sub!reader

a/n: THIS IS REAL INCEST, NOT STEPCEST!!! shoutout to @hakuhub bcs they gave soms good suggestions on some dialogue (and also they were very excited about this so i hope i've delivered).

remember that no one is forcing you to read this!!! don't like, don't read. i don't use the 'tw incest' tag as it means my fic will not get as much reach as others, so if you don't like this, please block me/ignore this post

title is from gimme more by britney spears

wc: 3.5k

He can't believe he's doing this. He's a busy man, high up in the ranks ‘n all and an damn good mixologist. Busy should be his middle name, and alcoholic his last name, but that's besides the point.

Last time Gallagher agreed to anything his brother proposed, he got his ass kicked into next week. For what? Even to this day he doesn't know, but he reckons he got beat up for being mistaken for his brother.

Should be in the past now, but those guys who beat him up surely knew how to pack a punch. He's got fucking war wounds.

At least the ladies like them.

Anyway, despite the fact that his brother gets him into more than shit situations, it's his brother for fucks sake. Family and all, gotta keep close to them.

Well, he says this, but as he's stood by your front door being reintroduced to you after at least over a decade, it's a jarring experience. Not sure if it's really worth it or not.

You're still his little niece that he remembers, a kid with spunk and fire for adventure, curiosity brimming in your eyes. Now it's just mellow and curves for days.

Well, mellow is harsh. You're older, calmed down a lot more since he last saw you obviously. You've just got a pretty smile on your face, and he's sure you got that from your mother.

And your body is a lot more grown up now. You're in twenties (if his memory serves him right), and you certainly look it. Your tits are nice, and just from the curve of your hips, he's sure you've got a nice ass too.

He blatantly ignores the fact that you're his niece. His only justification is that it's been a slight dry spell, with the being busy and the alcohol flowing through his system on most days.

If he had the chance, he'd fuck any good looking humam he sees. He's got standards.

Tits are tits, ass is ass, pussy is pussy. He's not fussy, he loves women, loves everything about them, especially their assets. He'll preach about loving women until the day he dies.

“Gallagher,” His brother stares at him, more like a glare, but Gallagher's good at ignoring people's emotions. Comes with the job of being an alcoholic. Did he mention he was an alcoholic? “Take good care of her.”

“‘Course.” Giving his brother a firm nod, he clasps his hand in his, a firm handshake before his brother sets off.

He can't remember the exact details, something about a work trip his brother simply cannot refuse to attend. To be fair, he doesn't even know what job he works.

Details, details. He's more worried about the next case he's got slave over rather than what his brother's occupation is.

“Uncle.” Your voice is soft, less squeaky than when you were a kid that's for sure. Quite quiet as well, clearly you're uncomfortable. You probably don't even remember him, and now he's got to look after you for a couple weeks.

Yeah, he gets it. Hell, he'd definitely feel the same way if he were you.

Gallagher rubs his stubble, realising that he's not responded to you. “Sorry kiddo- spaced out there for a sec.”

Awkwardness rings in the air, and you don't help that fact when you make your own awkward laugh. “That's alright.” You then gesture to the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

A scoff, because Jesus, when was the last time he had a normal drink besides water and alcohol? He knows his liver gets closer and closer to kicking the bucket each day, but still.

“You got anything stronger, sweetheart?”

–

It's been a few days since he's been here, and it's been pretty easy going. You mainly keep to yourself as you're probably still feeling nervous around him (to which, he tries not to take some offence to, is he that scary looking?)

But everything else is oddly fine. Slightly unsettling about how smooth sailing everything's going but at this point, he's not complaining.

Gallagher, feeling particularly nice today, decided to make lunch for the both of you. It's also an apology meal after he got blackout drunk on the first night he was here.

He's already bound to the sofa anyway, but he can get loud and difficult to deal with. Didn't deliberately try to get that drunk, especially how nervous you are around him, but he probably didn't account for the dregs that were already in his system.

“Uncle?” Must've smelt the food, he reckons. He's a connoisseur at making food, kind of has to be anyway, living on his own and eating shit food is no way for a king to live.

“Made some food- hope ya like it.” Dishing it up, he pushes the plate to you with a crooked smile. And that's when he actually looks at you.

Pink is a bold colour, it's the first thing that hits his eyes when he looks at you. He thought you might have grown out of that colour, but he guesses not.

And a skirt too, his lucky fucking day. He can't say he isn't staring at your tits, but they look extra supple in that shirt.

Shit, is he really that desperate? Eye-fucking his niece because no one wants him because he either is too drunk to fuck anyone or too busy, ‘cause you know, busy is his middle name.

Seems you haven't noticed his staring, but you give him a sweet smile after taking a couple bites. “Thank you, it tastes really good.” It's earnest, he can tell through the thickness of it in your voice.

“No worries kiddo.” His hand flexes, reaching up and ruffling your head. He doesn't know why he does it, doesn't even know why he calls you kiddo, maybe it's because you're family.

Or maybe because he's old, wrinkles threatening his features while you glow in youth. You're a college student now for god's sake, you'd obviously be young, especially compared to him.

He tries not to read in-between the lines.

Either way, you give him a gentle smile. Even after he messes up your hair, you're still polite. How the hell did his brother raise such a good kid?

His brother must've been made in a petri dish with his kind of behaviour. Gallagher must've taken all the good behaviour genes, whereas his brother took whatever leftovers he had. Sometimes he wonders how he got a hot wife and hot kids with the way he is.

Whatever happened to natural selection?

It doesn't matter anyway, one day at his old age, he'll settle down like his brother. One day, he hopes. If not, then the only companion he'll have is cheap booze.

After the lunch interaction, you don't speak to each other for the rest of the day. Same old keeping yourself to yourself. You only come down for dinner and make polite conversation, and all he does is stare.

He's a simple man, he knows this.

Currently though, it's late. Last time he checked, it's two hours into a new day, and he's watching crappy television with a can of beer in his hand.

He thought he might relax, especially because he's been catching up on paperwork. Not even babysitting can make him escape work. Too much to do and not enough time.

“Uncle?” Your voice is like a lightning bolt, one that's quick to register in his brain despite his inebriated state, his head whipping ‘round to take a look at you.

Relaxing into his seat, he takes in your full appearance. It's a fairly warm night, so you're only in a very baggy shirt, so baggy that he doesn't know if you've got just panties on or if you've got sleeping shorts on.

He hopes for the former, and he'll be luckier if you have nothing on underneath. He can tell you haven't got a bra on, your nipples already peeking through.

“Hey sweetheart.” It comes out a little gravelly, maybe a hint of a drawl as well, but he's hoping you won't notice his partially wasted form. “What's the matter?”

Fiddling with your nails, you gaze down at your hands and timidly mumble under your breath. Gallagher's ears aren't as good as they used to be, so he can barely even tell if you've even said anything.

“What's with the shy act? Here I was thinkin’ we were getting along nicely.” That much is true, he hoped that you'd cosied up to him a bit more, but now he feels like it's gone backwards.

But that's when you look up, and you've got tears watering in your eyes. “‘m sorry I just- I had a nightmare and-” You pause, sniffling a little. “I don't wanna be alone right now.”

Now, Gallagher can explain many things. He's a security officer, he should know everything about everyone, all for the job. But he couldn't give a single good reason as to why his trousers are tightening.

He's borderline drunk for fucks sake, he shouldn't be getting hard that quick. Well, he hopes it's only hard hard, makes it less noticeable.

Gallagher smiles at you, beckoning you to come toward him with his hand, to which you do. That nearly goes straight to his dick too, but he's trying to ignore what is in his trousers for at least two seconds. “Sit down, sweetheart.”

You look like a deer in headlights, but you do as he says anyway, sitting so close to him that a faint smell of your perfume reaches his nose and your thighs are mushed together.

Gallagher slings his arm around you, pulling your body close for a hug. Usually, he would be less forthright, but everyone likes a hug when they're sad, and you don't even complain either, in fact, you lean into his touch.

“S'alright now,” He pauses, and before even he knows it, he's got a hand on your bare thigh, stroking it gently. “Just relax with me.”

It feels like your eyes are burning holes into his hand, like you've gone rigid, but in his head, you're soft and pliable.

The two of you stay silent after that, and Gallagher has to pat himself on the back because he's such a good uncle, and he's being good by not letting his hand wander.

Well, as soon as the thought crosses his mind, his hand stills on your upper thigh, just shy of the hem of your shirt, before it slips underneath.

Warm is one word to describe you, flushed with heat underneath the thin shirt, but he's not complaining. You're also not wearing any underwear.

A slight surprise, one that's very welcome to him.

You're no longer looking at him, now at the television with such rapture. Like you're trying to ignore the fact that your uncle's hand is going to your pussy. And you like it.

Nudging your legs apart, his finger runs along your clit from your hole, then back down once again. Practically drenched, he thinks his fingers have gone wrinkly already from how wet you are.

Leaning in close to your ear, he mumbles gently. “This all for me, baby?”

That's when you finally look at him, and that's when he realises that your practically panting like a dog, pupils dilated like you're on a high, and it's exhilarating. “Uh-huh…”

He adds another finger to his ministrations on your pussy, rubbing a couple tight circles before sinking one finger into your hole, and that's when you gasp, especially when he curls his finger.

“Spread ‘em more f'me.” Not even a please, must've forgotten his manners. Gallagher's drunk, he has an excuse either way. But you do as you're told, spreading your legs as wide as you can, and you even lift your shirt for him to see your cunt.

“So pretty.” His finger curls inside of you, a hum of a moan slipping through your lips as you slip your eyelids shut in a pleasure filled haze. “Gonna make you cum just on my finger.”

Seems that you were really pent up, or you're just extremely sensitive or his fingers are that akin to magic, because you're already clutching his thigh and spilling out gentle moans.

“So fuckin’ easy- c'mon, get ‘em wet.” Feeling around a bit more, he evokes your release, making you clamp down on his finger to the point where he's vaguely worried you're going to cut the circulation off.

“Oh my- fuck-” It's breathless, borderline whorish coming out of your mouth, a hint of a moan in your voice leaves little to the imagination.

However, his finger hasn't stopped its ministrations, in fact, Gallagher's added another finger, curling in you and immediately jabbing at that soft spot.

Not even getting a chance to calm down from your peak, you gasp for air like you're drowning, still clutching onto his thigh so hard he's sure you've probably taken a chunk out of it already.

Considering he's made of muscle, he's impressed with some of the strength you've got.

“Uncle- I-” The call of his title is like a bucket of ice cold water mercilessly poured on him, but it doesn't hinder him from his original task.

Yeah, he's got his fingers knuckles deep in his niece's pussy, so what? In for a penny, in for a pound.

“What?” He says it quite loudly, he actually winces at it as well, but you don't seem to mind, especially because you're bucking your hips into his palm. “Use your words sweetheart.”

“I- I think I'm gonna- gonna cum-” Your voice tightens, much like how your cunt is over his fingers now that you're cumming on them.

Your juices pool into the sofa, sinking down and marking their claim. It gives the furniture proof of the sin he's committed.

Pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, Gallagher slowly pulls his fingers out once your legs stop shaking, enraptured by the clear yet viscous liquid that still leaves a connection between his fingers and your cunt, even if they've left your hole.

“Open wide, baby.” Hovering just shy of your lips, you open your mouth wide to welcome his fingers in, licking and sucking them clean.

A lazy grin swoops his lips, very clearly pleased with the sight before him. “Fuck- shoulda come here sooner, gotta nice little mouth on you.”

Your eyes gaze up at him, piercing into him coyly. Reminds him how fucking hard he is, like his dick is going to suffocate in his trousers.

Yanking his fingers out from your mouth, Gallagher sloppily undoes his fly and pulls his cock out. Tries to not take the gasp of surprise you let out when you see it to heart, but his ego is low enough to believe it.

Seems like you know what you're doing, as you're already straddling him, hovering over his cock and lining him up.

You bottom down on him slowly, a hum of approval slipping through his lips as you slide him in.

“Uncle- hand-” Seems like the art of coherent conversation is lost on you, and Gallagher wouldn't be lying if he said it wasn't sweet.

He's not quite sure what you're insinuating, but he lifts his hand up, watching you grab it and immediately shove his fingers down your throat.

That's when you start rolling your hips, whining and drooling over his fingers like they were the most amazing thing to have in your mouth.

Gallagher's free hand clenches your side, guiding your hips gently, before slipping his fingers out of your warm mouth to have a firm grip on you. “That's it sweetheart, doin’ a perfect job.”

Eyes pinched shut and lips gently parted, you continue to lazily roll your hips, your face slightly screwing up from the delight his cock was giving you.

“Gods- wish you were my baby,” He pauses, lifting your hips up only to send them down again, eliciting a groan from him. “Coulda had you all the time.”

You keep a steady pace of raising your hips up and down, though it's slow and brutal, and although it feels nice, he can't help but want to feel more.

Slipping off your top, he presses his face in your chest, latching a nipple between his teeth to tug on and another to his hand to fondle and squeeze ruthlessly.

After receding, he moves to the other, efficiently sharing his brutal bite on your nipples to give you that extra pleasure. And also because he loves tits.

Finally pulling away from your chest, his hands leave your hips for both of them to pinch and twist your nipples, making your breath hitch far too many times. “Fuckin’ beautiful tits- love ‘em.”

Although Gallagher is a drunken man and quite likes you doing some of the work, he still uses his strength to lift you up and press you almost face down into the sofa, just so he's got a nice view of your ass as he fucks you.

He slowly slips his cock back in you, and it's so fucking easy to with how wet you are.

He's also tempted to give you extra bonus points for clenching around him as he bottoms out. “Y'like that?”

“Yeah- love it uncle-” It's a whine spilling from your lips as he starts thrusting his hips with sloppy vigour.

“Thought you were a nice girl.” A smack to your ass, and his hands lay there squeezing them and guiding your hips to meet with his. “Whaddya say to uncle Gallagher?”

“Thank you! Thankyouthankyou-'' It's a train of spit pooling on the sofa as you go dumb, dumb on the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you.

At least you're not that lost to not be clenching around him.

“Perfect girl- got me hooked already.” Gallagher's fucked so much pussy he couldn't even count it on both of his hands, but yours was so deliciously tight, he couldn't compare it to anyone else.

Another smack, followed by a few more land on your ass, echoing through the house. “Gonna make your ass red fuckin’ raw- everytime you sit down, you're gonna remember my cock.”

Landing a few more harsh hits, and he can already tell it's going to bruise badly, which is more than fine by him, and he's sure you would've made a complaint as of now if you didn't like it.

He'll make it up to you in the morning either way.

Running a free hand through his hair just to get it out of his eyes, he focused on his cock coming in and out of you, groaning at the feeling being amplified merely by looking at it.

“Think- think I'm gonna cum- I-” Stumbling on your words, Gallagher heeds your warning, leaning forward slightly so his hand can reach underneath to your clit to rub tight circles in.

He's sure he can feel that knot waiting to break in him, but he's too hooked on making you cum to really notice it.

Clenching around him, you cry out your orgasm, hips jolting up and down his cock as your legs tremble and quiver from the release.

“Take it sweetheart- fill you up to the brim, and you're gonna like it.” He starts to really fuck into, feeling much more sober.

“I- not on protection-” It's small, one tired and gasped out just because of the searing overstimulation gifted to you.

“Shit- really?” The right thing to do would be to pull out, but something in his head, or maybe just being delusional, tells him to cum in you.

“Shit- might knock you up.” The thought makes him edge that bit closer to his release, which is already tethering the brink. “‘m gonna fuckin’- gonna breed you-”

You cry out, seemingly already close to cumming again. “Please- really want it-”

“Yeah?” Breathlessly spoken, he starts to rub your clit again, because he thinks that you deserve to cum once more before him. “I'll give it to you, baby.”

For once, he's glad he drank so much.

As you clamber out your final release, he joins you almost straight after, your hips stuttering again and his slowly down exponentially, oozing out those last drops of cum in you.

Gallagher moves to pull out, but you protest, mumbling it out. “Keep it in- please-”

All he does is chuckle and shake his head, manhandling you so you're now sat back on his lap, your back against his chest.

His hands roam around your body gently, caressing each bit of your skin, before a hand reaches your jaw, pulling it to the side so you face him.

Pressing your lips gently together, he grins into the kiss, before pulling away not long after to dot kisses all over your face.

“If you're hoping for round two, you might have to wait awhile.” His voice is far more gravelly than he had realised, must've been the exertions he's put on it as well as his body.

But all you do is grace him with a dreamy grin back at him, your hand absently grazing his stubble. “Mhm…”

Chuckling again, he takes your hand, and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “Besides- we've still got a whole week and a bit left, don't we?”

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