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It always makes me chuckle a little when people picture Leon as having this big ass dick in his pants when in real life he probably wouldn’t be that well endowed.

Like, he has the trifecta of being Caucasian, American, and about 5’10, he doesn’t have anything surpassing 6 inches hard easily.

Sure it’s fun to give him a fat cock whatevs (I get it, I’ve done the same thing lmao), but imma just be real with y’all taking big dick all the time ain’t all that, it can be uncomfortable sometimes and takes a lot more prepping. So no, contrary to popular belief, Leon doesn’t have this big ass dick and THAT’S OKAY!! Plus, we all know that the one who gets the big dick title is Chris and he has the bulge to prove it.

It’s a very pretty dick though with a slight curve and he knows how to use it, and he knows how to eat pussy so really it cancels out. PEMDAS. But he probably has big balls, that’s why his dumbass is always manspreading so damn wide to the point where it’s obnoxious.

Still smash though.

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as an SA victim i could really give less of a fuck about what people's kinks are. someone likes cnc? none of your business. they're into ddlg? so what? no one is being hurt. they ship something taboo? as long as they don't try to justify that in real life idc. please for the love of god focus on real predators out there and advocate for actual SA prevention instead of focusing on random people's kinks.

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ermmmmmm… IM SO EXCITED

sneak peek at what’s to come whenever my writing ability comes back again ^.^ (don’t forget about me plz!! it’ll be like a week or two max)

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stalker!konig who finally gets you all soft and warm, pliable, limp for him after he slips a little cute pill in your dumb pink drink. :3

cw/tw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT obsessive/stalker!konig, non-con, afab!reader (heavily feminine pronouns/endearing nicknames used), p in v, unprotected, unintentional creampie(yeah he’s a fuckin loser), pussy sniffing? guys idk those are all the tags i can think of…

and how he has you in a secluded bedroom at the party, putting a chair against the door so no one could interrupt his precious time with his little flower, his sweet little blooming flower.

how he’d gently kiss your face, act as if you were just sleeping and not in the mood, but that you were such a nice and caring “girlfriend” that you’d “agreed” to let him have his way with you at any time.

“mein herz, mein blume” (my heart, my flower). he gently hoist your hips up, placing the back of your thighs against his as he kneeled on the bed, gently running his hands up and down your waist and your hips.

“i love you so much… you’re so beautiful” he’d mutter to himself, as if you could hear him, your pretty soft face looking almost peaceful and happy, not knowing what was happening to your cute little body.

he’d smooth his hands over your breasts, not even daring to take your clothes off for some reason, although his cock was twitching painfully in his pants.

“you’re so delicate when you sleep, mein schatz. i don’t wanna wake you up…” he whispers, starting to gently undo your pants, his breath hitching slightly at the thought of finally seeing your “petals”, as he called them.

he’d lower himself between your pretty thighs, peppering them with sloppy, desperate kisses as he neared your core, feeling the sweet smell lingering off it. he’d cup your entire cunnie with his hand, before gently burying his nose between your folds, pulling away to lick a long stripe up them.

he was so considerate as well!! he brought lube, not patient enough to stay there and eat you out, cause… a pretty girl like you had such caring friends! he knew they’d be looking for you as soon as possible!

he took of his dark cargo pants, something he found acceptable enough to wear to a house party. hastily pulling his boxers down his meaty thighs, quickly smearing lube all over his cock, not that his precum wasn’t enough…

he’d then spread it all over your folds as well, gently slipping in a finger or two with lube to try and “stretch you out”.

“baby… i love you so much” he groans as he runs his veiny cock up and down your “willing” folds. he shudders when he finally sinks into you, with a little resistance cause… yeah, you were just his agonisingly beautiful sleepy girl.

“pretty girl… i love you, why do you have to be so pretty?”he mumbles mindlessly to himself as he bottoms out, his big hands enveloping your knees as he keeps your pretty legs open.

“i love you… do you know that?!” he whispers again as he lowers himself to your beautiful sleeping face, his big hands now gripping your entire face, peppering soft kisses and slobbering all over it like a freak, as he gently increases his pace.

he was such a loser, rutting into you mindlessly as he could feel your walls very subtly squeezing him. his cock throbbed at the faint sound of the squelching coming from the point you two are sooo “passionately” connected.

when for some reason, a soft whimper escaped your lips, probably cause the shitty pill he bought was wearing off way sooner, he just came undone right then and there, in your warm, tight cunnie. a loud, guttural moan escapes him as he cums, his face buried into your chest as he mumbled mindlessly through his orgasm.

“oh fuck… shit, yeah baby, my pretty girl, pretty pretty girl letting me use her perfect little pussy huh? oh fuck, fuck, feels too good” fuckin’ freak…

his eyes closed as he delivered a few more shallow thrusts, just emptying himself out completely.

his eyes blew wide open at the realisation of what he had just did, panic setting in, as he kept his hands on your hips, trailing them back up to your tits as he looked at your face, still inside you.

“oh baby… poor baby i’m terribly sorry… holy fuck, oh, what the fuck did i do, my sweet flower, ‘m so sorry my love” he’d mumble meaningless apologies into your neck as he gently kissed it, still apologising when he placed sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your face and mouth.

after pulling out he’d just slowly pull his boxers and pants back up, as well as putting yours onto your pretty hips and ass, watching as you mumbled some weird things, his strong rough hands lifting each of your hips to pull the pants up better before doing the button on them again.

“shhh… poor baby, my sweet girl” he whispers to you as you make a frail, honestly adorable attempt at fighting back, your weak hands and arms trying to push him away.

“it’s already over baby, go to sleep alright?” he says so softly, so caringly almost as if he was your loving boyfriend. he places one last soft kiss to your lips then to your forehead, before turning you over onto your side, he couldn’t have his perfect flower die like that, choking on her own vomit…

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leon being an old indifferent loser (nsfw)

stalker!konig having his way w u :(( (nsfw)

i am very new to writing, and this is my first account where i write! future writings may have dark themes, but will be labeled as such! i hope u enjoy my stuff :)

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thank uuuu!!!!! very glad u like it <3333

pathetic and sad and depressed leon thoughts cause he’s a dumb fuckin loser who should die (i would do anything he told me) erm… this is also my first post so… bare with me

cw/tw: olderbf!leon(age gap not specified), erectile dysfunction(i know, not my fault he’s a pathetic traumatised mf…), suicidal ideation, nsfw after read more, slight misogyny, porn addiction, choking kink, reader has afab anatomy, nonchalant leon…

would definitely thrash and cry in his sleep sometimes, the amount of horror and gore he’s experienced first hand wouldn’t be taken away just cause he has a pretty thing like you to love.

i feel like he’s always so detached and constantly disassociating that whenever you try to initiate something, anything at all, he just sort of does it out of inertia, just so you can get the relief you want.

he’d be rubbing lazy circles on your clit as you cling and squirm against him, as he has you all nuzzled into his chest with his arm under your head.

but that fucker is probably thinking about something else entirely, he’s just glad you haven’t gotten sick of him yet. how you still so desperately seek his love and validation.

sex doesn’t excite him anymore, sure, he needs to stick his cock in something warm and wet from time to time, but he’s fucked so much in his youth that he doesn’t even see the appeal of it anymore. not to mention the porn addiction he had…

hours on end, just spent in front of magazines, or shitty cassette tapes, that were so old and fucking beat that he’d have to fix them himself in order to not have the whore’s moans sound like they’re from within the depths of hell because the cassette would play in slow motion.

how he’d gotten so desensitised to anything that had to do with sex, that at one point he needed to start reading erotica, just to get his dick hard. he’d just sit on the shitty mattress of the floor of the apartment he was supposed to call “home” , while watching the TV playing porn, like it was some fuckin’ game show.

so it doesn’t come as a surprise, at least to him, that with the years, he doesn’t find pleasure in sex, or anything at all really.

but when he sees such a pretty thing like you, so pathetic and constantly begging him to be pounded, guilt would just wash over him, saying to himself that “it’s the least i could do for the fuckin’ world, right?”

so again, he’d have you under him, peppering wet kisses on your neck, or choking you sometimes. how he’d wish to actually snap your fragile neck at times, it didn’t help when your skin would turn slightly pale, it was almost like it was doing something for him, but he decided to ignore it.

his aging, and the shitty way he had lived up until the time you met him, and even as he’s with you, doesn’t attenuate the fact that his “stupid fuckin’ useless cock” doesn’t even wanna work anymore. he feels so pathetic and helpless. he’d rather jump off a bridge, the sound of his body weight reverberating on cold harsh concrete, as his corpse splays out in a million fuckin’ particles as it hits the ground, leaving behind just a burgundy mess of what was once your “handsome old man” , than have to explain to you that he doesn’t wanna fuck, his dick doesn’t work.

he just tries to be grateful for what he has, at least you cook good food. he’ll keep attending to your needs, eating you out, buying you toys, fiddling with your clit, he’ll keep pretending for his “pretty girl”.

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pathetic and sad and depressed leon thoughts cause he’s a dumb fuckin loser who should die (i would do anything he told me) erm… this is also my first post so… bare with me

cw/tw: olderbf!leon(age gap not specified), erectile dysfunction(i know, not my fault he’s a pathetic traumatised mf…), suicidal ideation, nsfw after read more, slight misogyny, porn addiction, choking kink, reader has afab anatomy, nonchalant leon…

would definitely thrash and cry in his sleep sometimes, the amount of horror and gore he’s experienced first hand wouldn’t be taken away just cause he has a pretty thing like you to love.

i feel like he’s always so detached and constantly disassociating that whenever you try to initiate something, anything at all, he just sort of does it out of inertia, just so you can get the relief you want.

he’d be rubbing lazy circles on your clit as you cling and squirm against him, as he has you all nuzzled into his chest with his arm under your head.

but that fucker is probably thinking about something else entirely, he’s just glad you haven’t gotten sick of him yet. how you still so desperately seek his love and validation.

sex doesn’t excite him anymore, sure, he needs to stick his cock in something warm and wet from time to time, but he’s fucked so much in his youth that he doesn’t even see the appeal of it anymore. not to mention the porn addiction he had…

hours on end, just spent in front of magazines, or shitty cassette tapes, that were so old and fucking beat that he’d have to fix them himself in order to not have the whore’s moans sound like they’re from within the depths of hell because the cassette would play in slow motion.

how he’d gotten so desensitised to anything that had to do with sex, that at one point he needed to start reading erotica, just to get his dick hard. he’d just sit on the shitty mattress of the floor of the apartment he was supposed to call “home” , while watching the TV playing porn, like it was some fuckin’ game show.

so it doesn’t come as a surprise, at least to him, that with the years, he doesn’t find pleasure in sex, or anything at all really.

but when he sees such a pretty thing like you, so pathetic and constantly begging him to be pounded, guilt would just wash over him, saying to himself that “it’s the least i could do for the fuckin’ world, right?”

so again, he’d have you under him, peppering wet kisses on your neck, or choking you sometimes. how he’d wish to actually snap your fragile neck at times, it didn’t help when your skin would turn slightly pale, it was almost like it was doing something for him, but he decided to ignore it.

his aging, and the shitty way he had lived up until the time you met him, and even as he’s with you, doesn’t attenuate the fact that his “stupid fuckin’ useless cock” doesn’t even wanna work anymore. he feels so pathetic and helpless. he’d rather jump off a bridge, the sound of his body weight reverberating on cold harsh concrete, as his corpse splays out in a million fuckin’ particles as it hits the ground, leaving behind just a burgundy mess of what was once your “handsome old man” , than have to explain to you that he doesn’t wanna fuck, his dick doesn’t work.

he just tries to be grateful for what he has, at least you cook good food. he’ll keep attending to your needs, eating you out, buying you toys, fiddling with your clit, he’ll keep pretending for his “pretty girl”.