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Having friends that don’t trust their intuition is actually some sort of punishment cause i sound crazy every time i try to explain something to them wkdbjsnsnens

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Do you guys think that we will get a Leon feet reveal in re9?

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I literally just had a 34 minute crying session over the fact that octopus and other marine animals can’t vocalize when they’re pain.

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All i do is worry and think about di leon

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Idk about you guys… but the idea of laying on a man’s bicep sounds pretty nice rn

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saw this cute old couple sharing an ice cream cone i’m gonna explode

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Guys weird question but like why are the cucumbers in america so big? Like i swear i get shocked every time i see them. Like is there a section for the regular sized cucumbers and another for the big ones and people prefer those instead?

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Darling, Don't Look Back

Brother-in-Law! Leon x Fem! Reader

warnings: p in v, oral, fingering, infidelity

summary: The sickening weight of guilt has abandoned you the minute you decided to grab your children and run away with your husband’s brother. Some might call your actions shameful. Others, deplorable, damned, even sin stained beyond redemption. They’ll whisper among each other about your doing, point and judge of what a horrible example of a wife you’ve made.

 The wife who broke the vow, and the woman who chose ruin over silence.

“He doesn’t deserve you, why are you with someone like that.” “Show me what I’m missing out on then.”

words: 2.6k

a/n: hiiiiiiiiii!!!! long time no see. sorry for ghosting everyone, uni was taking up all my time. Had this idea for a while and just had to get it out of my system, hope you enjoy!

“God, I missed you.”

Planting his face between your breast, he trails a few kisses across your sternum and makes his way up to your neck. Your hands tangle around his hair, outgrown from the last mission he came back from, pulling him even closer.

“Missed you more.”

Sloppily, his lips kiss the crook of your neck while his hand cups one of your breasts, calloused fingers tweak and pinch the stiff peak causing your back to arch.

The scene is filthy, filled with wanting eyes and unsatiated desires. If anyone were to watch the two of you, they’d assume he’s your lover.

Well, he is.

But he was never supposed to be.

The man trailing his hand beneath the waist band of your panties should be your husband, the man you walked down the aisle for, and the one who got to change your last name to match his.

Your dear husband, supposed to be your ride or die, your one and only, and the father of your last two children.

But isn’t.

The sickening weight of guilt has abandoned you the minute you decided to grab your children and run away with your husband’s brother. Some might call your actions shameful. Others, deplorable, damned, even sin stained beyond redemption. They’ll whisper among each other about your doing, point and judge of what a horrible example of a wife you’ve made.

 The wife who broke the vow, and the woman who chose ruin over silence.

Infidelity is a curse, a sickness without a cure. Snaking into its host’s mind, seducing reason and dragging them away from what is right. Your husband was its first victim, found him tangled in the arms of another when you were five months pregnant with his child.

You cried and broke and swore to never allow him to see your face or that of your unborn daughter for the rest of his life, only to find yourself together again.

“Do it for your daughter, she comes first.” Is all you heard, from your friends, family, even from the wind that howled through that bitter November air.

Your husband wasn’t there for the birth of your first child, wasn’t there to hold your hand as pushing exhausted your muscles to the brink of collapsing, wasn’t the one sleeping on the couch during your hospital stay, and wasn’t the one who your daughter looked forward to seeing on her birthday.

Uncle Leon was.

“You got this, darling. Hold on a little longer.”

Tears streamed down your face and sweat droplets formed on your forehead. Squeezing on the strong hand you’re holding as its thumb caressed your skin delicately.

“I’m gonna die.”

“No, you won’t. She’s almost here.”

It was then five minutes later when your first daughter was born into this world. At first, having the man who is supposed to be her uncle carry her before her own father stung, but now you wouldn’t wish it in any other way.

“She looks so much like you.”

“Me? Those are the Kennedy’s eyes not mine.”

And Kennedy’s eyes there were indeed. Blue and dusky, just like her other two siblings. Only difference is you didn’t have to hold in your laugh whenever your husband would say that she got them from him.

Your husband is a hard worker, that is if being a shitty father and husband was a job. God only knows how exhausting it must be trying to fall asleep on the couch with three kids running around the house— children he conveniently forgets are also his to raise.

You can’t quite remember the last time you had something positive to say about this man. Not about how he leaves his dirty laundry on the floor, not about how he made it through fatherhood without changing a single diaper, and not the way he’d rather break a rib before washing a single plate in the sink.

But all is well because you have uncle Leon is coming next week, and that’s something to look forward to. Walking through your front door, gifts for each of the kids as if he’s an all-season Santa Claus. Spanish hand fans, Statue of Liberty snow globes, prison shirts from Alcatraz—which you’re not particularly thrilled about, but you let it slide.

It’s nice having someone who cares for a change. Someone who shows up.

Memories flood back to five years ago, to when your daughter had just recently turned one. Leon came to visit the two of you after he got off work.  Luckily, he managed to see your daughter a couple of minutes before her bedtime; but it wasn’t long before she started falling asleep in his arms.

“I’ll take her to bed, don’t worry about it.”

After tucking her in, he makes his way back to the living room and sits on the couch next to you.

“Is he not home yet?” he asks, referring to his brother.

“No, he comes home pretty late. Says the crying is too much to handle.” You reply, muttering the last few words in a mocking murmur.

Leon sighs, and you attempt to avoid the eyes on your side staring at you with pity. “He’s always been an ass to deal with.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. If only I figured that out sooner.”

The two of you continue talking for a while, explaining to him how draining it is to keep up with the endless house chores and to raise a baby all on your own. You explain the sleepless nights and the arguments that circle the same dead ends, over and over.

Leon listens, really listens. And while you are touched by this kind gesture, you can’t help but feel a tad bit pathetic at how you’re pouring your heart into a crumbling marriage and to your husbands brother.

Tears begin to sting in your eyes as you try to fight the lump rising in your throat. Despite your efforts to hold it together, your voice wavers—and when he hears it, his eyes soften.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey no, it’s okay.” Pulling you in a hug, all the pent-up frustration you’ve been holding back finally snaps. His hand soothingly runs up and down your back as the other holds your head against his chest.

“You deserve better, I know.”

It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve finally let out all of the pent-up emotions. Your hands grip on Leons shirt for comfort as he tenderly tries to calm you down.

After what feels like eternity, you finally quite down. Pulling away, you can feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. Eyes lowered; you wipe the stray tears that are rolling down your face.

You nervously fix your hair and notice out of the corner of your eye the wet patch of tears you left on his shirt.

“Sorry, probably the hormones or something.” You awkwardly whisper. Finding the courage, your eyes look up to lock with his. It’s only then that you realize the close proximity between the two of you.

His eyes linger on your face, his hand placed delicately on your side. He inches closer, eyes still locked with yours.

You go to push him away, snap yourself out of the trance you’re in. Stop yourself from thinking about his soft pink lips and about the arm wrapped around you, solid and sure. And perhaps, that was what you were supposed to do, what you’re meant to do.  

But you don’t. You stay.

For once you let yourself indulge, break free. You allow yourself to cross the line, to shatter the boundaries between what is wrong and what is right. And even if it was for just this once, his lips meet yours. And oh, who knew that sin could taste this sweet—the most saccharine kind of wrong.

Your hand grabs onto his thick arm, feeling the defined muscle beneath; you let your mind wander and you let the thoughts consume you.

“He doesn’t deserve you, why are you with someone like that.”

“Show me what I’m missing out on then.”

You knew what you got yourself into, the fire you just ignited; and knowing so you let it burn. His body weight pushes your back flush against the sofa the two of you were sitting on. Your hands tangle in his hair, seductively brushing against the top of his ear every now and then.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull his pelvis flush against yours. He begins to roll his hips, causing you to bite your lip in response; feeling how hard he is underneath his jeans.

“Wanted you ever since I first saw you.”

Sliding your hands beneath his shirt, you let them roam against his bare skin before pulling him into another heated kiss. You allow him to kiss you till you’re practically drooling.

“Want it Leon, please.”

His lips curl in responds, his hand reaching towards your clothed cunt. His thumb rubs against where your clit is causing you to buck your hips in response. You feel the blood drain from your head and rush straight to your pussy in pleasure.

 “You’re so sexy.” He whispers beneath his breath. “Can I take these off?”

He asks, his hands grabbing the hem of your shorts and panties but not pulling on them. “Please.”

Pulling them down, he presses his broad palm against your thigh opening them wider for him to see. You watch as he takes in the view of you half naked in front of him, and that alone causes more slick to drip from your aching cunt.

His thumb presses against your slit, collecting the wetness and moving up to circle your clit. A soft moan escapes your lips, pulling him down to kiss him once more.

Your hands reach over an undo his jeans, slipping past them and rubbing his clothed hardened cock. He grunts against your lips, sucking in a breath when you pull him out of his boxers.

Squeezing your hand around his length, you stroke him slowly. Watching as globs of precum leave his tip and drip down your hand.

“Leon, I need it.” He laughs lowly, placing a breathy kiss on your ear. “I haven’t shown you what you’re missing out on yet, sweetheart.”

Pulling back, he places your thighs on either side of his head. His sultry blue eyes make sure to lock with yours, as he places an opened mouth kiss on your clit. He plants a few kisses on your inner thighs teasingly before giving into your whiny moans and placing his tongue flat and licking up your weeping cunt.

Your head falls back against the sofa, hands grabbing onto one of the throw pillows near you. Leons tongue dips into your pussy, his nose bumping against your sensitive clit making you see stars every time it does so.

He pulls away momentarily, shiny slick coating his stubble and mouth. His index slowly protrudes into your heat, pumping in and out of you in a slow pace before being joined with his middle finger.

“Fuck sweetheart, she’s practically crying for me.”

His fingers continue their slow motion before curling and finding the spongy spot inside you. Once your whines become louder, he takes it as a hint to pick up the speed. Your hips buck at the sensation, causing his large hand to hold them in place as his mouth sucks on your throbbing clit.

Your eyes drop down momentarily and notices that he’s stroking himself as he eats you out. A scene so filthy, it almost pushes you off the edge.

“Leon, I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum, baby. Cream my face.”

It doesn’t take long before the knot in your stomach snaps, Leon’s hand covers your mouth preventing your from waking up the baby in the other room. Your head drops down against the soft cushions beneath, you feel his fingers slip out of you and hear him suck on the taste you coated them with.

He rises up and cages you beneath him, tucking one of the stray hairs away from your face and behind your ear. You smile in return, post climax sleepiness hitting you hard making your eyelids feel heavy.

Giving you a soft smile he whispers. “You seem tired, you wanna go to sleep?”

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer to peck his lips.

“Sleep? Is this not part of the deal?” you ask slyly, dropping your eyes to his dick.

You spit on your hand and wrap your fingers around his leaking tip. He hisses at the sensation, and watches as you stroke his length. You rub your clit with his tip before aligning it against your entrance.

“You sure?”

He asks, looking like he would cry if your answer was anything other than a yes. You nod your head, and the two of you lower your eyes to where the two of you connect.

You both let out a moan in unison, watching as he bottoms out inside you with ease; you’re so wet its dripping down to the couch beneath you. Grabbing your hips, he begins to thrust into you, backing away slowly before pushing back in.

You can feel him stretch you out with each thrust, you’re so incredibly full you’re almost seeing stars.

“Best pussy, can’t believe my brother’s wife has the best pussy.”

His pace picks up; and you watch as strings of wetness and slick coat his length and connect with yours.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

“Yeah? Like being fucked on this cock?”

You let out a moan when you feel him bump against your cervix. You’re completely cock drunk at this point, babbling nonsense earning a low chuckle from him.

“He doesn’t fuck you nearly as enough huh? Poor thing.”

Your grab onto his shoulder, nails digging into the muscle beneath them.

“What if he walks in right now? Sees how I have you here beneath me.” You walls tighten around him earning a grunt from him in return.

“Like that? Like that he’d see you stretched out on my cock?”

The idea sounds sick and utterly disgusting, but before you can register it, your walls tighten around him, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere. Leon thumb circles your clit, helping you ride the wave of pleasure out.

“That’s it, baby. Cream my cock.”

Your tense muscles relax, your breathing becoming more even again while Leon’s pace picks up. He lets out a few choked up moans before pulling out and finishing over your pussy. He grabs onto the backrest of the couch, helping him keep his balance while he catches his breath.

You take in the moment, your brain finally capable of formulating a coherent thought for the first time in a while. You take in the man standing in front of you, sweat droplets on his forehead, chiseled muscles peeking beneath his shirt, his hand soothingly rubbing your sides.

A warm feeling blossoms within you, a flicker of faux liberation. Riding the wave of sick, forbidden pleasure while guilt coils tight around your ribs. You feel torn between two wrongs, damned if you stay in the arms that hold you now and damned if you go running back to the ones who never truly did. Maybe if-

“Sweetheart.”

A voice snaps you out of the past. You look down to see Leon between your thighs, his face buried in your clothed cunt.

“You with me?”

You smile, your hand running though his hair.

“Yeah, I am.”

divider by: @/chachachannah

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Darling, Don't Look Back

Brother-in-Law! Leon x Fem! Reader

warnings: p in v, oral, fingering, infidelity

summary: The sickening weight of guilt has abandoned you the minute you decided to grab your children and run away with your husband’s brother. Some might call your actions shameful. Others, deplorable, damned, even sin stained beyond redemption. They’ll whisper among each other about your doing, point and judge of what a horrible example of a wife you’ve made.

 The wife who broke the vow, and the woman who chose ruin over silence.

“He doesn’t deserve you, why are you with someone like that.” “Show me what I’m missing out on then.”

words: 2.6k

a/n: hiiiiiiiiii!!!! long time no see. sorry for ghosting everyone, uni was taking up all my time. Had this idea for a while and just had to get it out of my system, hope you enjoy!

“God, I missed you.”

Planting his face between your breast, he trails a few kisses across your sternum and makes his way up to your neck. Your hands tangle around his hair, outgrown from the last mission he came back from, pulling him even closer.

“Missed you more.”

Sloppily, his lips kiss the crook of your neck while his hand cups one of your breasts, calloused fingers tweak and pinch the stiff peak causing your back to arch.

The scene is filthy, filled with wanting eyes and unsatiated desires. If anyone were to watch the two of you, they’d assume he’s your lover.

Well, he is.

But he was never supposed to be.

The man trailing his hand beneath the waist band of your panties should be your husband, the man you walked down the aisle for, and the one who got to change your last name to match his.

Your dear husband, supposed to be your ride or die, your one and only, and the father of your last two children.

But isn’t.

The sickening weight of guilt has abandoned you the minute you decided to grab your children and run away with your husband’s brother. Some might call your actions shameful. Others, deplorable, damned, even sin stained beyond redemption. They’ll whisper among each other about your doing, point and judge of what a horrible example of a wife you’ve made.

 The wife who broke the vow, and the woman who chose ruin over silence.

Infidelity is a curse, a sickness without a cure. Snaking into its host’s mind, seducing reason and dragging them away from what is right. Your husband was its first victim, found him tangled in the arms of another when you were five months pregnant with his child.

You cried and broke and swore to never allow him to see your face or that of your unborn daughter for the rest of his life, only to find yourself together again.

“Do it for your daughter, she comes first.” Is all you heard, from your friends, family, even from the wind that howled through that bitter November air.

Your husband wasn’t there for the birth of your first child, wasn’t there to hold your hand as pushing exhausted your muscles to the brink of collapsing, wasn’t the one sleeping on the couch during your hospital stay, and wasn’t the one who your daughter looked forward to seeing on her birthday.

Uncle Leon was.

“You got this, darling. Hold on a little longer.”

Tears streamed down your face and sweat droplets formed on your forehead. Squeezing on the strong hand you’re holding as its thumb caressed your skin delicately.

“I’m gonna die.”

“No, you won’t. She’s almost here.”

It was then five minutes later when your first daughter was born into this world. At first, having the man who is supposed to be her uncle carry her before her own father stung, but now you wouldn’t wish it in any other way.

“She looks so much like you.”

“Me? Those are the Kennedy’s eyes not mine.”

And Kennedy’s eyes there were indeed. Blue and dusky, just like her other two siblings. Only difference is you didn’t have to hold in your laugh whenever your husband would say that she got them from him.

Your husband is a hard worker, that is if being a shitty father and husband was a job. God only knows how exhausting it must be trying to fall asleep on the couch with three kids running around the house— children he conveniently forgets are also his to raise.

You can’t quite remember the last time you had something positive to say about this man. Not about how he leaves his dirty laundry on the floor, not about how he made it through fatherhood without changing a single diaper, and not the way he’d rather break a rib before washing a single plate in the sink.

But all is well because you have uncle Leon is coming next week, and that’s something to look forward to. Walking through your front door, gifts for each of the kids as if he’s an all-season Santa Claus. Spanish hand fans, Statue of Liberty snow globes, prison shirts from Alcatraz—which you’re not particularly thrilled about, but you let it slide.

It’s nice having someone who cares for a change. Someone who shows up.

Memories flood back to five years ago, to when your daughter had just recently turned one. Leon came to visit the two of you after he got off work.  Luckily, he managed to see your daughter a couple of minutes before her bedtime; but it wasn’t long before she started falling asleep in his arms.

“I’ll take her to bed, don’t worry about it.”

After tucking her in, he makes his way back to the living room and sits on the couch next to you.

“Is he not home yet?” he asks, referring to his brother.

“No, he comes home pretty late. Says the crying is too much to handle.” You reply, muttering the last few words in a mocking murmur.

Leon sighs, and you attempt to avoid the eyes on your side staring at you with pity. “He’s always been an ass to deal with.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. If only I figured that out sooner.”

The two of you continue talking for a while, explaining to him how draining it is to keep up with the endless house chores and to raise a baby all on your own. You explain the sleepless nights and the arguments that circle the same dead ends, over and over.

Leon listens, really listens. And while you are touched by this kind gesture, you can’t help but feel a tad bit pathetic at how you’re pouring your heart into a crumbling marriage and to your husbands brother.

Tears begin to sting in your eyes as you try to fight the lump rising in your throat. Despite your efforts to hold it together, your voice wavers—and when he hears it, his eyes soften.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey no, it’s okay.” Pulling you in a hug, all the pent-up frustration you’ve been holding back finally snaps. His hand soothingly runs up and down your back as the other holds your head against his chest.

“You deserve better, I know.”

It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve finally let out all of the pent-up emotions. Your hands grip on Leons shirt for comfort as he tenderly tries to calm you down.

After what feels like eternity, you finally quite down. Pulling away, you can feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. Eyes lowered; you wipe the stray tears that are rolling down your face.

You nervously fix your hair and notice out of the corner of your eye the wet patch of tears you left on his shirt.

“Sorry, probably the hormones or something.” You awkwardly whisper. Finding the courage, your eyes look up to lock with his. It’s only then that you realize the close proximity between the two of you.

His eyes linger on your face, his hand placed delicately on your side. He inches closer, eyes still locked with yours.

You go to push him away, snap yourself out of the trance you’re in. Stop yourself from thinking about his soft pink lips and about the arm wrapped around you, solid and sure. And perhaps, that was what you were supposed to do, what you’re meant to do.  

But you don’t. You stay.

For once you let yourself indulge, break free. You allow yourself to cross the line, to shatter the boundaries between what is wrong and what is right. And even if it was for just this once, his lips meet yours. And oh, who knew that sin could taste this sweet—the most saccharine kind of wrong.

Your hand grabs onto his thick arm, feeling the defined muscle beneath; you let your mind wander and you let the thoughts consume you.

“He doesn’t deserve you, why are you with someone like that.”

“Show me what I’m missing out on then.”

You knew what you got yourself into, the fire you just ignited; and knowing so you let it burn. His body weight pushes your back flush against the sofa the two of you were sitting on. Your hands tangle in his hair, seductively brushing against the top of his ear every now and then.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull his pelvis flush against yours. He begins to roll his hips, causing you to bite your lip in response; feeling how hard he is underneath his jeans.

“Wanted you ever since I first saw you.”

Sliding your hands beneath his shirt, you let them roam against his bare skin before pulling him into another heated kiss. You allow him to kiss you till you’re practically drooling.

“Want it Leon, please.”

His lips curl in responds, his hand reaching towards your clothed cunt. His thumb rubs against where your clit is causing you to buck your hips in response. You feel the blood drain from your head and rush straight to your pussy in pleasure.

 “You’re so sexy.” He whispers beneath his breath. “Can I take these off?”

He asks, his hands grabbing the hem of your shorts and panties but not pulling on them. “Please.”

Pulling them down, he presses his broad palm against your thigh opening them wider for him to see. You watch as he takes in the view of you half naked in front of him, and that alone causes more slick to drip from your aching cunt.

His thumb presses against your slit, collecting the wetness and moving up to circle your clit. A soft moan escapes your lips, pulling him down to kiss him once more.

Your hands reach over an undo his jeans, slipping past them and rubbing his clothed hardened cock. He grunts against your lips, sucking in a breath when you pull him out of his boxers.

Squeezing your hand around his length, you stroke him slowly. Watching as globs of precum leave his tip and drip down your hand.

“Leon, I need it.” He laughs lowly, placing a breathy kiss on your ear. “I haven’t shown you what you’re missing out on yet, sweetheart.”

Pulling back, he places your thighs on either side of his head. His sultry blue eyes make sure to lock with yours, as he places an opened mouth kiss on your clit. He plants a few kisses on your inner thighs teasingly before giving into your whiny moans and placing his tongue flat and licking up your weeping cunt.

Your head falls back against the sofa, hands grabbing onto one of the throw pillows near you. Leons tongue dips into your pussy, his nose bumping against your sensitive clit making you see stars every time it does so.

He pulls away momentarily, shiny slick coating his stubble and mouth. His index slowly protrudes into your heat, pumping in and out of you in a slow pace before being joined with his middle finger.

“Fuck sweetheart, she’s practically crying for me.”

His fingers continue their slow motion before curling and finding the spongy spot inside you. Once your whines become louder, he takes it as a hint to pick up the speed. Your hips buck at the sensation, causing his large hand to hold them in place as his mouth sucks on your throbbing clit.

Your eyes drop down momentarily and notices that he’s stroking himself as he eats you out. A scene so filthy, it almost pushes you off the edge.

“Leon, I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum, baby. Cream my face.”

It doesn’t take long before the knot in your stomach snaps, Leon’s hand covers your mouth preventing your from waking up the baby in the other room. Your head drops down against the soft cushions beneath, you feel his fingers slip out of you and hear him suck on the taste you coated them with.

He rises up and cages you beneath him, tucking one of the stray hairs away from your face and behind your ear. You smile in return, post climax sleepiness hitting you hard making your eyelids feel heavy.

Giving you a soft smile he whispers. “You seem tired, you wanna go to sleep?”

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer to peck his lips.

“Sleep? Is this not part of the deal?” you ask slyly, dropping your eyes to his dick.

You spit on your hand and wrap your fingers around his leaking tip. He hisses at the sensation, and watches as you stroke his length. You rub your clit with his tip before aligning it against your entrance.

“You sure?”

He asks, looking like he would cry if your answer was anything other than a yes. You nod your head, and the two of you lower your eyes to where the two of you connect.

You both let out a moan in unison, watching as he bottoms out inside you with ease; you’re so wet its dripping down to the couch beneath you. Grabbing your hips, he begins to thrust into you, backing away slowly before pushing back in.

You can feel him stretch you out with each thrust, you’re so incredibly full you’re almost seeing stars.

“Best pussy, can’t believe my brother’s wife has the best pussy.”

His pace picks up; and you watch as strings of wetness and slick coat his length and connect with yours.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

“Yeah? Like being fucked on this cock?”

You let out a moan when you feel him bump against your cervix. You’re completely cock drunk at this point, babbling nonsense earning a low chuckle from him.

“He doesn’t fuck you nearly as enough huh? Poor thing.”

Your grab onto his shoulder, nails digging into the muscle beneath them.

“What if he walks in right now? Sees how I have you here beneath me.” You walls tighten around him earning a grunt from him in return.

“Like that? Like that he’d see you stretched out on my cock?”

The idea sounds sick and utterly disgusting, but before you can register it, your walls tighten around him, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere. Leon thumb circles your clit, helping you ride the wave of pleasure out.

“That’s it, baby. Cream my cock.”

Your tense muscles relax, your breathing becoming more even again while Leon’s pace picks up. He lets out a few choked up moans before pulling out and finishing over your pussy. He grabs onto the backrest of the couch, helping him keep his balance while he catches his breath.

You take in the moment, your brain finally capable of formulating a coherent thought for the first time in a while. You take in the man standing in front of you, sweat droplets on his forehead, chiseled muscles peeking beneath his shirt, his hand soothingly rubbing your sides.

A warm feeling blossoms within you, a flicker of faux liberation. Riding the wave of sick, forbidden pleasure while guilt coils tight around your ribs. You feel torn between two wrongs, damned if you stay in the arms that hold you now and damned if you go running back to the ones who never truly did. Maybe if-

“Sweetheart.”

A voice snaps you out of the past. You look down to see Leon between your thighs, his face buried in your clothed cunt.

“You with me?”

You smile, your hand running though his hair.

“Yeah, I am.”

divider by: @/chachachannah

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I have that itch to write but im out of ideas. Help🤞

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I really like your style 🩷

Thank you sm!! <33

Been trying to better my winter closet, progress is slow but i’ll get there eventually

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I’m so jealous of rich people and people with naturally straight hair like you have it so good you don’t get it

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Tysm for 500 followers <3333

Face reveal…

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THANKS FOR THE TAG GREY MWAAAAHH

Last song: You Only Kiss Me After Sex —Sean Heathcliff

Favorite color: white…or baby pink

Last book: JUST TODAY I FINISHED “The Birth of Venus” IM IN SHAMBLES

Last movie: deadass cant remember i haven’t watched one in ages

Last tv show: adventure time

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: SPICY i love love spicy fooddd

Relationship status: single

Last thing I googled: “the birth of venus review” (wanted to hear what other people thought lol)

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tagging: @localkiss @leonsdolly @kiwiiooopuff @ch3rryjen

thank you sm for the tag, @goodpointsandbadpoints !!! :D

last song: circles // pierce the veil .... i almost typed piers the veil, HELP

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last book: I FINALLY FINISHED THE KINGDOM HEARTS 358/2 DAYS LIGHT NOVEL RECENTLY and it destroyed me. good lord i knew the ending, I'VE SEEN THE ENDING A MILLION TIMES, and yet! i've also started even though i knew the end by c. l. polk

last movie: wicked (2024) .no one llook at me i realize i don't musicalpost here like i did on my old acct

last tv show: dungeon meshi :3

sweet/savory/spicy: maayyybe savory? idk but i rly want hot cheeto puffs rn >.<

relationship status: single !

last thing i googled: morse code txt minisode 3 tomorrow :] the little track is just morse code for tomorrow, which they used in their debut song crown . and thematically sososo beautiful

current obsession: none of my special interests have been special interesting the way they usually do so i'm in this terrible state of limbo BUT i've still been trying to cling to txt & resevil & saw like my life depends on it :3

tagginggg @vaaaaaiolet @whiplash1-10 @boymagicalgirl @johnnyutah & anyone else who'd like to!! <3

[cakelitter]

Happy new year everyone!!!

Cheers to many more smutt filled fanfics🙏🙏

[cakelitter]

Doll Repair

Sweet Kidnapper! Leon x Fem! Reader

warnings: dead dove, p in v, daddy kink, pet names, praise, glass cuts, blood (not in a sexual way lol)

summary: Kept away from prying hands and unwanted glances, all his to love. Filling that gaping hole in his chest, and emptying his cluttered brain. That may have cost you your entire personality and the rest of your life; but all is well as long as the two of you have each other.

words: 2k

a\n: i'm back!!! you have no idea how much i missed this. Leon is so sweet and protective in this one. God, i love sweet old men :(

It’s been 398 days since he made the best decision of his life, usually Leon’s decisions never have prospering outcomes; however, he definitely lucked out on this one.

You’ve fully adapted to this lifestyle that you were—with all love and care—forced into. He likes to think that it’s better for you this way; sure, you’ve been living the same day over and over again for the past weeks you’ve stayed with him.

But on the bright side, you don’t have to deal with the shit that other people your age have to deal with. While other college students worry about housing and tuition, eating the same cup ramen for dinner. His act of generosity (kidnapping you) has saved you all that trouble.

Leon takes care of everything, paying the bills, feeding you, buying you clothes, washes said clothes, and the list goes on. Keeping you safe in the bubble he created so that pretty brain of yours doesn’t work too hard.

You’re his favorite hobby.

As soon as he walks through that front door, agent Kennedy is long forgotten —crumbled up and tossed aside until he needs to save the day again.

You’re perfect.

Perfectly sculpted by his hands to fit into the mold that suits his lifestyle best. Truthfully, he’s not sure what your true personality is like. You went through phases, eyes wide open as adrenaline rushed through your veins whenever he came too close. The only time you got sleep is when you’d hyperventilate and pass out.

Then the determination arc began, begrudgingly swatting his hands away, venom dripping from each word you spoke—shattered his heart into bits.

And while this phase lasted a little longer than he would’ve liked. It was nonetheless a cloud that passed just like the one before it.

Tears beaded along your lash line, completely isolating yourself and refusing to eat. Considered starting to plan your funeral, one which he would be the only one attending.

 And while Leon doesn’t pray anymore—by an act of a miracle—it only took two weeks before crying because of him, turned into crying in his arms. Glad he didn’t have to flush you down a toilet like a fish, he wasn’t in the right headspace when he came up with that plan.

Ever since that breakthrough you’ve been nothing short than on your best behavior, reciprocating his affection and touch; the way things were supposed to be from the start. Where you always this loving? Always this clingy? Well, you now are.

His little treasure.

Kept away from prying hands and unwanted glances, all his to love. Filling that gaping hole in his chest, and emptying his cluttered brain. That may have cost you your entire personality and the rest of your life; but all is well as long as the two of you have each other.

 And while he takes his job of protecting you very seriously, practically baby-proofing his entire house, mistakes can still slip through.

As he walks through the front door of the place you both call home, your absence next to the door; tail swaying back and forth to greet him since last seeing him this morning doesn’t go unnoticed.

He calls out your name a few times, perhaps you’re asleep somewhere. That has happened a few times before, but seeing you curled up into a ball in the corner of the dark living room with tears streaming down your face is a first.

“Sweetheart?”

Your glossy eyes look up at him, lips quivering as they lock with his.

“I’m sorry.”

Reaching towards the light switch, the room lights up revealing your weeping figure. And that’s when he sees it, bloodied handprints smeared all over your thighs and arms. His heart drops, worst-case scenarios popping into his head before a single coherent thought can from.

What could you have possibly done?

The knife drawer is locked shut—triple checked that before he left— and you don’t have access to any razor-sharp object either.

“I’m so sorry.”

Stepping closer, he slowly makes his was over to your hunched form. “Hey, hey it’s okay.”

With his empty palms facing you, you allow him to kneel in front of you.

“Talk to me, baby.” he practically whispers.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to break it.”

His hand reaches towards your cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin; noticing the way you flinch at his touch. “What did you break?”

“The glass.”

“Glass what?”

“Please don’t get mad.”

Your voice breaks before you start sobbing again. Taking in a deep breath, his hand runs through your hair while the other runs up and down your exposed calf soothingly. “I promise I won’t be mad, sweetheart. Just tell me what it is.”

“The glass- the glass cup.”

Those fucking cups, should’ve known to throw those away. In his defense, he didn’t hand them over to you on a silver platter. Took him five months before letting you switch from plastic to normal fucking forks for crying out loud.

Rubbing his temple, he nods slowly. “Did the glass hurt you?”

You nod, tears flowing slower than before yet still watching his every move attentively. “Can you show me where?”

Removing your hands off of your upper arms, you open your trembling palms to him. He places his large hands beneath yours, carefully inspecting the surface; small cuts are littered all over the area with fresh blood seeping through the injured skin.

“Gotta wash your hands. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Nodding again, he helps you get up before leading you into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and placing your hands beneath the cool water. You both watch as the blood tainted liquid washed down the drain, Leon’s hand rubbing your waist gently.

Your crying calmed down, leaving behind only a few sniffles and winces from the pain. Grabbing a clean tissue, he gently pats your hands dry, making sure to not put too much pressure on the scathed area; then proceeding to wipe the blood streaks strewn over your body.

“I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit, go sit on the couch, baby.” He ushers, deep blue eyes cutting through your thread of thought.

Doing as your told, you walk out of the room leaving him to search for the first aid kit beneath the bathroom cabinet before following pursuit.

It feels like he’s been picking glass shards for eternity, each tiny piece engraved in your delicate hands. He makes sure however to reward you with praise every now and then to keep you going.

‘You’re doing so good, baby.’

‘Such a strong girl, huh.’

‘Almost done, sweetheart.’

With enough patience and a few more tears each time the alcohol met your cuts, it’s not long before he’s wrapping your hands in bandages after disinfecting the surface for the last time.

“Thank you, daddy.” You mutter, scooching closer and curling up on his side like a cat. “No problem, baby.”

Leaning in, he plops a soft kiss on the crown of your head; rough hands running up and down your back comfortingly.

Your fingers manage to tug on his shirt, demanding another kiss. He chuckles lowly, grabbing your chin and placing his lips onto yours. Your lips are slightly chapped, juxtaposing their usual soft nature. And while it feels like you’re fishing for the right opportunity, you manage to straddle his lap; keeping your lips on his.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. “What’re you doing, hm?”

He asks, softly nibbling on your lips. “Apologizing for making daddy worry?”

You nod, grinding onto his crotch; the rough material of his jeans rubbing against your panty clad clit. Slipping his hands down and onto your hips, he guides their motion. Rocking them while thrusting upwards to apply more pressure onto your clothed cunt.

 You bite your lip as slick pools on the gusset of your panties. “Daddy.”

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

You moan in response, forgetting what you were planning on saying as all your thoughts turn into mush. “Aw, cute pussy just wants to cum? Is that it?”

 “She just wants to use daddy to get off, huh?” You shake your head; unable to grab his shirt in your hand like you normally do. You’re so cute when you try to make things up for him, he finds it endearing. Always trying to bridge a gap that doesn’t even exist.

“Don’t lie, sweetheart. You only want daddy’s cock.” You shake your head even harder, eyes however still focused on the area your hips are rutting against. “Want to make daddy happy.”

He chuckles, connecting your lips together. “I’m just messing with you, doll.”

 His lips go for your neck, hungrily sucking and biting on the tender flesh; leaving a new bruise to make up for the ones that just started fading out. You whine and whimper, muscles tense as your high approaches.

“Soak those panties, and cum for me so I can stuff this needy cunt.”

And with enough filthy words whispered in your ear, and enough kisses scattered on your neck, you squeeze down on nothing as you reach your peak.

Leon drinks up the expression on your face each time, his obsession, a face that is burnt in the back of his mind reserved only for him.  

Wasting no time, he picks you up and heads straight to your shared bedroom. Placing your gently on the bed like you’re made out of glass. He does quick work of his belt, discarding the piece of leather on the floor, the rest of his clothes following pursuit.

You lay flat on your back, bandaged palms facing the ceiling as you watch him approach you. His finger hooks on the band of your flimsy shorts, pulling them down swiftly along with your soaked panties. A few open-mouthed kisses land on your hips, his eyes focused on yours as he drops the last one on your clit before caging you between his arms.

He strokes himself a few times, angling the tip of his thick length at your entrance before thrusting in. You’d probably have died if he did that a few months back, but at this point he’s managed to stretch you out enough to fit him easily –what was once painful dulled into a sense of familiarity.

“Daddy.”

“Right here, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

He fucks you deep and slow, earning a low moan out of the both of you with each thrust of his hips. “Squeezing me so well, sweetheart. That’s a good girl.”

Your hand reaches down to the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric and revealing your plump breasts; he can’t help but feel proud. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, lapping at the tender peak with his tongue. You squirm beneath him, your walls squeezing around his throbbing dick causing him to grunt in return.

The slow thrusts begin to pick up speed. His tip knocking the opening of your cervix time and time again, the mixture of pleasure and pain almost euphoric. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cream my cock, sweetheart so I can fill you up.”

Listening like you always do, Leon watches as that same expression reappears on your face, your back arching off the mattress while slipping out his name in tandem. The once translucent fluid coating his length has already turned white by the time your body slumped back. Feeling lightheaded by the fluttering of your walls, the knot in his stomach snaps shooting ropes of cum till his balls went dry.

Your eyes begin to feel heavy as he pulls out and grabs a towel to clean you up. He smiles at the sound of your even breathing as you drift to sleep, giving your inner thigh a soft kiss before tucking you in bed.

“You still mad?”

A soft voice calls out for him. Walking up next to you, he tucks a few stray strands of hair behind your ears.

“Never was.”

Heading towards the kitchen, he turns the light on to be greeted with the expected sight of the incident. Sighing, he grabs the broom and begins cleaning the glass shards scattered on the floor.

Back to plastic cups it is.

divider by: @/fairytopea