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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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Winter’s Knight

vampire!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

inspired by Leon’s romantic look 😌 and the song Dracula’s Wedding by OutKast 💜 also the poetry mentioned is from Emily Dickinson; there’s also one line plucked from Dracula

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, biting/marking, fated pair, strangers to lovers, blood, blood kink, scent kink, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), OC friend of reader named Lara just in case that throws anyone off, unprotected sex, creampie

title from Winter’s Knight album by Nox Arcana

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!! 💜 😘

“It’s an opportunity of a lifetime,” you mimic in a high tone before rolling your eyes, “opportunity my ass.”

Your friend Lara convinced you to go on this holiday trip with her, all expenses paid, as she wanted the company. The boyfriend that was originally going to be accompanying her had been dumped the week prior. Cheaters never win had been Lara’s flippant reply when asked.

It felt like it happened overnight and before you knew it, Lara had whisked you away to three different countries one of which being the current visit in question. You think you’re in Romania or maybe Estonia; you’re a little mixed up as your plans had changed mid train ride.

Lara’s family had some connections in the area and so you were both staying in a rather posh old castle turned tourist destination.

A very lovely place except now you were completely turned around when all you wanted was to get a bottle of water from the concierge and go back to bed. Your footsteps have slowed considerably as you take in the magnificent gothic architecture and the beautiful paintings ranging from landscapes to some strange brooding man encapsulated in shadows; you’re never fully able to make out what he looks like, too much shadow blanking his features.

You find yourself at a dead end, ornate furniture filling the space with a singular painting taking up the entire wall. It literally takes your breath away. It must be the place you’re staying in, the front gate still looks the same from what you can tell; it’s this castle seated on a rocky cliff face overlooking the villa down below. Your hand reaches out to touch, but you hover over the gilded frame before dropping it back to your side.

“Lovely, no?”

A smooth, low voice has you spinning around, a thrill of fear humming in your chest.

A man stands to the side, a little further down the hall. He’s tall, slim waisted with broad shoulders that stick out to you, even being shrouded in the dim lighting like he is; his eyes shine like an animal’s before you blink and it’s gone.

That small niggling of fear in your brain is getting louder as he moves closer, making no sound in his sharp dress shoes.

He keeps his eyes locked on the painting as he stops next to you.

“Quite an ancient castle,” he murmurs, almost too low for you to hear.

When he finally turns to face you, you almost gasp. He’s beautiful, almost ethereal with his snowy white hair and fair complexion; both make the blue of his eyes almost glacial.

He smiles sardonically, “Lost?”

You squint your eyes at him, lips pursing in suspicion, “You could say that.”

He grins and his teeth glint sharply before he turns, holding his arm out for you.

“I can guide you back to your room, miss?”

You smile sarcastically as you step up alongside him, completely ignoring the proffered arm, “Miss is just fine, sir.”

His eyes flick from the end of the hallway to you and he hums in amusement, “Well miss, shall I lead the way?”

“Oh, please do,” you simper and this earns a low chuckle from the handsome stranger, making your heartbeat flutter at the sound.

He guides you back to the foyer and up the grand staircase, pointing out paintings or furniture that have some kind of significance to the castle. Pausing in front of an oil painting not far from your room, he falls into a sort of melancholy.

“This was one of the ladies of the castle,” he finally pulls back, turning without looking back at you, “I’m sure you can find the rest of your way, miss.”

You startle, not realizing he was just going to dip out now.

“Hey!”

He pauses, half turning so you can see the profile of his straight nose and sharp cheekbone.

“Thanks, mister?” You trail off, hand fluttering in the air as you gesture.

He fully turns to smile at you, “Mister is just fine, thanks.”

You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, missing the way he lights up at the sound, eyes cataloging you far more closely than before.

“Well, thanks Mister,” you shake your head, smile still stretched across your face, “maybe I’ll see you around then.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs, bowing to you at the waist, “goodnight, Miss.”

“Goodnight,” you tilt your head and wave your hand.

Laughing to yourself, you turn and head further down the hall and into your room. He watches you until the door clicks shut and he turns back to leave. Pausing in front of the painting once more, he brushes a thumb across the placard on the bottom.

“She feels like the one, hmm?” He murmurs to the half smiling woman, “now that she’s here, I don’t know if I can do it.”

A door snapping shut from further down the hall has him pulling away from the painting and slipping off into the night.

You run into the strange gentleman again in the castle gardens situated just to the side of the towering edifice. Since Lara’s pacing in her room trying to figure out what went wrong with your travel plans, you decided to go for a walk instead of sitting around doing nothing.

You’re looking at one of the dead withered trees off to the side, debating if sitting on the bench here is safe from any falling branches when that low smoky tone speaks behind you.

“There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, that oppresses, like the heft of cathedral tunes.”

You squash your urge to jump in place and spin around to face him. He’s no less devastatingly pretty in the weak winter sunlight.

“Good afternoon to you, too,” you smile, enjoying the weirdness he exudes, “and what a conversation starter, might I add.”

He meets your smile with his own little grin, “Somber poetry for a somber day.”

You giggle, “Guess so.”

He gestures and you sit on the bench as he takes a seat next to you.

“Here on vacation?” You kick at a loose rock with your booted foot.

“You could say I’m here for leisure,” he muses, blue eyes taking in every nuance of you.

You tilt your head to look at him, “Oh I could, huh?”

Laughing, you straighten up, hands fiddling with the clasp on your jacket, “Well, I’m also here for leisure. Even though it’s kind of an accident.”

He raises an eyebrow and you continue, “It was a mix up and we ended up here. A vacation, just not in the right place.”

“How fortunate am I,” he smirks and you feel heat blaze in your chest, eyes dropping to look down at your jacket.

You tug on the zipper, catching your finger in the teeth with a hiss. It snags a bit of skin as you jerk it free, blood beading on your fingertip.

His features are serious as he takes your hand in his, “You must see to it so it doesn’t become infected.”

You nod, touched at his concern, “I have some alcohol swabs and bandaids up in my room.”

He brings your hand closer and you get the wild idea he means to suck your finger into his mouth, but he only kisses the back of your hand as he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, a light gray fabric that looks like it costs more than your entire wardrobe. You catch his initials, L.S.K., monogrammed in black on the edge.

“Thank you,” you murmur, feeling flushed in the cool afternoon air as you clasp the handkerchief to your finger.

“My pleasure. Shall I escort you back to your room, miss?”

Lips parting, you take in his pinched features as he stares at your hand before nodding again, “Yes, please.”

His eyes snap up and he smiles, relief spreading across his face, “Good, good.”

Once you’re both standing, he snags your elbow with his fingers and gently guides you along. Since he’s much closer than before and you’re not sniffling from the cold air, you catch a strong smell of cedar and cloves that nearly makes you swoon.

“Are you okay?” He stops, grip firming up on your bicep to tug you closer making the smell even stronger.

“‘m okay,” you murmur, eyes drooping as you slump against his chest, “just smell good.”

You feel him laugh and the low baritone makes your cunt throb so hard you whine into his jacket.

“Maybe moving from the cold into the warmth has made you dizzy,” he says kindly, “come, let me help you to your room.”

Completely unsure as to what’s happening to you, you let him lead you back to your room. Your legs don’t seem to want to move the way you want to and the more you breathe in whatever cologne he’s wearing, the more slick drips from your pussy into the gusset of your panties to the point you’re soaked between your thighs.

He murmurs low platitudes in your ear that just makes everything better worse, so by the time you make it back to your room and he eases you down into your bed, you’re asking him to stay.

“No. You’ll thank me later,” he soothes, pulling off your winter boots and tucking you under the covers.

“Please,” tears prick your waterline, emotions and hormones all over the place.

His lips thin and he runs a hand through his white hair, strands ruffled when he clasps your hands together, “Just close your eyes. I’ll stay here.”

Dropping to the floor, he kneels alongside your bed, keeping your hands together. Struggling to keep your eyes open, you just know he won’t be there when you wake up and some part of you hates that idea.

“Didn’t think it would affect you like this,” he murmurs as you drift off.

With a small shift, he moves forward and pulls the pricked finger into his mouth. His hot tongue lashing against the digit is the last thing your mind holds onto before it slips away like sand in the tide.

When you come to, it’s dark outside and Lara is shaking your shoulder.

“Finally,” she huffs, brows pinched, “thought I was gonna have to take you to a doctor or something. You good?”

You squint at her but can’t remember anything but the stranger you met helping you back inside from the cold. The rest is a cloudy blank in your mind.

“Yeah, just tired I guess,” you raise up, pushing the blankets away to swing your feet out of bed, “what’s up?”

As you shift, you notice a small square cloth and a bolt of memory, of sitting on the bench with that man, makes your eyes widen. You pick up the handkerchief and tuck it into your pocket.

She smiles weakly, “Kinda stuck here a few more days then we’ll just fly back home in time for Christmas.”

You frown, an uncomfortable sadness pinging in your chest, “Oh? That’s fine. I like it here, so it’s not like it’s a hardship.”

Lara laughs, “Maybe for you. I’m ready to be somewhere that has pizza delivery.”

You grin, “Fair enough,” you push her shoulder, “well, when do we plan on leaving?”

“Two days is what my travel agent says,” she looks down at her phone, “that was the nearest opening since it’s the busy season and plus a storm is coming in tonight.”

“Ahh,” you nod along, “plenty of time to sightsee then.”

She giggles at your teasing and stands up from the bed, “I just wanted to let you know. It’s kinda late but the kitchen’s still open if you wanna grab something. I’m honestly exhausted from being on the phone all day so I’m gonna crash.”

“Hang on!”

You throw on some shoes and meet her at the door, “I’ll walk you to your room and head down to grab some food. You sure you don’t want anything?”

“Nah,” she shakes her head, “I had something earlier since I thought you’d eaten. You sure you’re feeling okay, though?”

“Mmhmm,” you smile, pausing outside her door, “promise.”

She returns your smile, “Okay, goodnight then.”

“Night!”

The door snaps shut behind you as you walk away, heading to the staircase and down to the restaurant. You take your time, stopping to look at various paintings on the way down, even pausing in front of a suit of armor to peer into the empty helm.

“Expecting a skeleton?”

You jump backwards, nearly tripping as you stumble into the firm chest behind you.

Righting yourself, you feel hot all over in embarrassment as you meet your strange acquaintance for the second time today.

“U-uh, hi,” you feel jittery with nerves, like a new crush, “thank you for today by the way. I don’t know how I got into my room, but I’m guessing you helped?”

His brows raise in surprise, but it’s quickly replaced by a warm smile that makes butterflies flutter in your chest, “Yes, you weren’t feeling well. Dizzy from the temperature change.”

You take a half step back, leaving more distance between you two.

“Well, thank you,” you clear your throat, “uh, I was going down for a late dinner, do you want to join me?”

A sly grin crosses his features making you nervous, “I’d be delighted although I’ve already.. eaten this evening.”

“O-oh okay,” you stumble over your words as you turn to walk down the stairs, “anything you’d recommend?”

A sharp bark of laughter escapes him as he walks alongside you, “No, nothing I’d recommend. Although I’ve heard their special today is excellent.”

Surprised at his outburst, your brows furrow as you smile in confusion, “If you say so.”

You lapse into a comfortable silence as you both make the walk to the dining room. There’s just something about him that draws you in like a moth to a flame. At first you just thought it was his strange mannerisms, but in the short span of time that you’ve spent together you just feel connected on some hidden level that you’ve only just discovered.

Dinner is a quiet affair; the strange man, who you still don’t know the name of, joins you for your meal. He makes small talk about the local area in which he’s well informed about, no surprise. After you’ve finished your meal, he offers to take you out for an after dinner stroll around the castle before bed.

Not wanting to leave his company just yet, you readily agree and let him lead you around the place. It’s as he’s guiding you down a long L shaped hallway filled with more paintings that a chill runs down your spine and he freezes in place, half turning to shield you from the person who seems to materialize in front of you two.

“Hello, Leon,” a silky voice purrs as a beautiful woman steps into view.

She’s beautiful and ethereal in a way that’s almost terrifying, much like the mysterious gentleman half blocking your view; Leon she called him.

“What a lovely surprise,” she steps closer, form appearing to ripple in the dappled moonlight streaming from the windows.

“Ada, how can I be of service?” His polite tone’s cold and to the point, even as he pushes you further behind him.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” she lilts, voice playful and coaxing, “I’ve already seen your pretty playmate. Is she a new friend?”

You blink and the dark haired woman is standing next to you, Leon twisting uncomfortably to turn around.

She twirls a strand of your hair with a manicured nail, “I won’t bite. Unless she asks,” she winks at you and your eyes widen in surprise.

“She’s new, yes. A visitor,” Leon’s hand reaches out to grasp your hip, tugging you into his side, “so don’t play games.”

“Games?” She laughs, eyes bright, “are you still sore that I stole Claire away?” she pouts at him, “she wasn’t your one, so why are you still upset?”

You watch all of this with rapt attention and so much confusion.

He scowls at her, eyes darkening as he straightens his stance, “It doesn’t matter if she was the right one or not, you stole her away from me.”

She laughs outright at that, side stepping away from you and closer to him, “Can’t steal someone if they want to be taken, right, Leon?”

He deflates a little, gaze flitting to you and back to her, “What do you want now?”

“To bother you,” she smiles over at you and you notice her incisors are longer than normal, “since I’m just passing through, thought I would say hello to an old friend.”

They stare at each other for a beat longer than what’s comfortable before she sighs melodramatically.

“As much as I would love to stay, and believe me I want to so very badly,” she blows a kiss at Leon as she walks backwards to the far end of the gallery, “I do have unfinished business nearby that I must take care of. Ciao!”

It’s so quiet after she leaves that the ringing in your ears sounds abnormally loud.

Leon clears his throat and gives you an apologetic smile, “I’m very sorry about all of that.”

You wave your hands, “No worries. It’s not really my business, y’know.”

He winces at that and you scrunch your nose, internally cringing at yourself. It’s a somber feeling as he quietly leads you back to your room.

Pausing at the threshold, you reach out and snag the sleeve of his shirt.

“Hey,” you murmur, dropping your gaze to the fabric you’ve pinched between your fingers, “you wanna meet up tomorrow?”

He frowns although you don’t see it and slowly tugs his arm loose, “I don’t know.”

Whatever feeling that has been building in your chest feels like a punctured balloon at his flippant tone.

“Oh,” you drop his shirt like it burns, willing the tears away at least until you can shut the door, “I-I didn’t mean to— nevermind. Kinda silly of me. Hopefully I’ll see you before we leave.”

His fingers circle around your wrist tightly, holding you in place, “You’re leaving?”

You level him with a flat stare, “Of course. We’re only here for a couple more days. So if you’ll excuse—“

He presses forward, pushing you through the doorway to follow after, letting the door swing shut behind you both.

“Let go of me,” you twist your arm but Leon doesn’t budge.

A concentrated look arrests his features, blue eyes skimming down your body and back up to your face.

“Leon,” you bite out sharply, making him draw up short, “that’s your name, right?”

“Yes,” his eyes look wild as he lets go of your wrist to grasp both of your hands with his own, “yes, my name is Leon. Leon Kennedy. I’m sorry, this isn’t quite how I wanted things to go.”

You finally pull your arm away, “I’d like it if you left. I’m really confused and you’re acting strange.”

He looks at you so sadly it makes your chest hurt, “Can I show you something? I’ll leave you alone after that if that's what you’d like.”

Pursing your lips, you squint at him until you finally nod, “Alright.”

His shoulders sag and he walks back over to the door. Holding it open, he waits until you cross the threshold before stepping back in front of you. You make the short walk to the painting down the hall from your door when Leon pauses.

You look at the painting then to his serious face with raised brows.

“You’re showing me this again?” Confusion colors your tone, “am I missing something?”

“Have you read the name underneath?”

Shaking your head no, you step forward to read the small gold plate underneath.

“Claire Kennedy née Redfield,” you murmur to yourself.

Claire? That mysterious woman mentioned her name earlier. The one Leon said she stole away. The correlation is there but you feel like you’re missing a huge part of the puzzle to actually end up at the correct explanation.

You turn to Leon, “So is this the Claire you were talking about?”

He nods, eyes heavy and sad as he flits his gaze between you and the painting, “Yes. It was a political marriage. We were friends before everything happened.”

“Ookay,” you frown again, “so she ran off with her girlfriend?”

He flinches at that, “My other wife.”

You feel floored, “Wait, what?!”

Rubbing your forehead, you’re getting a pain behind your left eye from trying to parse it all together.

“So, your new wife ran off with your then current wife? Am I getting that right? How long ago was this, Leon?”

He gestures a little wildly at the plaque, “You didn’t see the year?”

Squinting, you lean forward and can make out circa 1849.

“Fuck off,” you blurt out, leaning back and taking a half step away, “what kinda joke is this?”

“I wait my whole life to bite the right one,” he mutters to himself, hand raking through his parted hair, “that’s not to say I didn’t mess up a couple of times before.”

You take another step back, away from Leon, “What do you mean?”

His eyes snap over to you and you freeze in place. Everything about him seems to be amplified to ten now, he’s exuding an energy that makes the hair on your arms stand up.

“You’re the one,” he steps up until he’s in your personal space, “Ada and Claire were accidents. I didn’t realize that there’s only one compatible partner for me.”

“Compatible partner?” voice pitching high, “you sound crazy right now.”

His brows lower, “You feel it too, little miss. It’s why you passed out earlier. Blood calls to blood.”

You’re hit with a wall of need so crippling your legs give out making you come down hard on your knees.

“I’ve been shielding you,” he murmurs, kneeling in front of you, hands reaching out to brush across your jaw and neck, “it’s a lot to take in, I know.”

Gasping in deep breaths, you’re overwhelmed with the scent of cedar and cloves from earlier. You don’t know how you forgot that smell but now it’s all you can concentrate on; your head goes fuzzy as arousal sweeps through your body.

“What is this?” you slur, eyes hazy as you slump forward into Leon’s shoulder, “what did you do t’me?”

“Nothing,” he soothes, petting down your back, “it’s just the effect of the compatibility. I can’t explain it; I just instinctively know it’s right.”

Reaching out, your hands weakly clasp at his shirt, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” he coos, “let me take you to my room.”

Not able to argue against him, he easily lifts you into a bridal carry. He uses one hand to block your eyes and you feel cold wind before he removes his palm and you see you’re in a room three times the size of your own. Leon eases you down onto an absurdly luxurious bed, sheer drapes lost to the shadows of the ceiling.

Once he steps away, leaving a sizable gap between you both, the dizziness subsides and your thoughts aren’t as fleeting.

“What the fuck?” you whisper, hands shakily brushing wisps of your hair back from your face, “what the ever loving fuck? Am I losing my mind?”

Your eyes quickly dart around, taking in the opulate furnishings and huge windows overlooking the cliff side, showcasing you now must be on the upper level of the castle. Your gaze lands on a time worn painting off to the side of Leon and his first wife, the dark haired beauty he called Ada. Next to it is another portrait of his second wife, Claire, yet another beautiful woman with red hair.

Leon’s hands ball into fists at his sides as he takes in a deep breath, “It’s not as bad as it seems.”

“Leon, what’s going on?” Your voice breaks, mind struggling to keep up with what’s happening to you.

“My first wife,” he points to the older portrait, “we were human at the time.”

“At the time?” You squeak out.

He hums, eyes flashing in the low light, “Yes. Then the change occurred to me after getting lost on a hunting trip. When I returned, I offered it to her but she refused,” he tilts his head up and shields his eyes with a hand, “and I made her like me anyways. She was my wife. Our vows were to be together in sickness and in health. She didn’t see it that way.”

You watch as he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, stepping to the portrait with his fingers outstretched but never outright touching the canvas.

“She said it was til death do us part but I thought she was my one,” he sighs sorrowfully, “so I changed her and she loathed me. She eventually left one night never to come back. I didn’t chase after her, resigned to her resentment. I didn’t hear from her for hundreds of years. Then Claire came along.”

Your eyes jump from Ada to the smiling redhead in the other portrait.

“Her brother needed her to marry someone with an upstanding background; someone with title and lands to trade,” he smiles bitterly at you, “I posed as my own great great nephew and set up the marriage. We became friends through our letters and when we wed it was wonderful. I kept what I was from her for as long as possible.”

He steps over to you and you flinch making his eyes droop in pain.

“She figured it out quickly, such a smart woman,” he smiles crookedly, “I loved her dearly, but she wasn’t enough either. I changed her thinking that this is it, but it wasn’t. She wasn’t the one either. Ada came soon after and easily whisked her away from me.”

He sighs forlornly. Your lips part but you change your mind and refrain from saying anything.

“Claire’s brother even convinced Ada to change him so he could defend her honor against me,” he blows out a short breath, “letting you know in case he shows up to be the gallant hero.”

“Leon,” you murmur, at a complete loss for words.

“We all understand each other now and they’re happy where they are,” he laughs derisively at himself, “and I’ve lived alone here, running this place through a shell company hoping against hope for just one more chance.”

“This is insane,” you finally say to him, “you’re telling me you’re a vampire and I’m beholden to you? And on top of that you practically have a coven. This is impossible.”

“But you feel the pull, too,” his voice dips into that low smoky tenor, “you’re the one. You are to be my new bride.”

Your laugh startles you both, but you can’t stop the manic giggles once they start. Once the mania seems to pass and with it your hysterical laughter, you finally get yourself under control and clear your throat.

“Prove it,” you tell him seriously, heart beating so fast your sure he can hear it, “let me see this vampire side of yours and if I believe you, if you convince me, then I’ll be your bride.”

His smile lights up his whole face making your breath catch.

“That’s easily done.”

He stands directly in front of you and that strange energy fills the room; you watch in complete astonishment as he looks like he dissolves until there’s only mist floating in the air. It drifts languidly past you and you feel the bed dip with body weight.

His hot breath caresses your ear, “Is that enough, little bride?”

A full body shudder hits you as he kisses across your neck, the sharp prick of fangs dragging across your skin.

“Let me bite you,” he whispers sweetly, “let me show you how deep our bond truly is.”

Feeling completely off centered, you breathe out one word without thinking, going with only what feels right.

“Yes.”

His teeth sink into the side of your neck and you cum, slick filling your panties until you’re sure it’s dripping down your thighs. It feels like a typhoon of emotions rains down through your body, pleasure so strong your eyes sting; then, it’s swept through to be quickly replaced by a feeling of home so deeply connected to the man behind you you could openly weep. It’s like a puzzle piece slotting into place somewhere in your chest.

Moaning, your hands scratch at the bedding and he hums against your skin. Pulling away with a low groan, he runs his tongue over the puncture marks.

“So good,” he mouths against your jaw, “let me mark you again.”

Whimpering, you lean back against him as he sinks his teeth into a new spot, softly sucking blood from the wound. His hands slip around your waist to pull you into the V of his thighs. You choke out a whine as your cunt throbs, on the verge of another orgasm and he hasn’t even touched you intimately aside from his teeth in your neck.

“Leon,” you keen, one hand reaching over your head to tangle in his soft, snowy hair.

Chillbumps race down your body when he finally pulls away to place a soft kiss on the bite. He sucks at the tender skin making you mewl longingly until he pulls away with a sigh.

“Let me taste that sweet little pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “I have been dreaming of biting your thighs and kissing your cunt til you can’t take anymore.”

Tugging his hair harder, you whimper and nod your head, “Please, Leon.”

The scent of cedar comes across stronger as he kisses your neck one last time before shifting you both until you’re laying back on his bed. He strokes his hands all down your body, eyes drinking in your expressions.

“You’ve been driving me crazy this entire time,” he slowly undresses you, scraping his sharp incisors against the skin he reveals, “smell so good, so sweet. Makes my mouth water.”

You whimper while watching as he unbuttons your jeans and works them and your panties off of your legs. He groans to see the slick mess between your thighs, cunt glistening with your arousal.

“Look at you,” he breathes out, blown out pupils flicking up to your own dazed eyes.

Wasting no time, he lays down between your spread legs and kisses the top of your pussy, ignoring where you most want his mouth. He drags his lips down and then buries his face in your cunt, spreading your lips apart with his tongue as he licks all over your pussy. Grunting, he shoves his tongue into your hole to spear you open on the thick muscle.

“Leon,” you whisper down to him, feeling so turned on you can’t think straight.

He groans and pulls back, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

With a sigh, you relax against the sheets only to jolt as your pussy throbs when he bites you at the crease where your cunt meets your thigh.

Crying out softly, your head thrashes against his bed as he repeats it on the other side.

“I know, but bear with me,” he murmurs, blood coating his mouth as he lovingly kisses the puncture wounds, “doing so well.”

You splay back out against his sheets as he buries his face between your thighs again. He keeps your legs spread as he slowly kisses and sucks at your cunt, like he’s never tasted anything better in his life. Everything’s sensitive and on the verge of too much, but you wouldn’t dream of asking him to stop. That slow syrupy pleasure that’s made your thoughts honey thick is more than welcome.

He laps along the seam of your pussy lips until he glides the tip of his tongue up to the hood of your clit. Leon circles the pudgy bud all slow and soft, tongue dipping down to flutter inside your soaked hole. Groaning at the slick flooding his mouth, he laps at your cunt with long broad strokes of his tongue. He pulls back to suck on your pussy lips before kissing across to your thigh and sinking those sharp fangs into your supple skin.

Your back arches, a low whine spilling from your kiss bitten lips. He kisses and sucks the bitemark until it's ugly and irritated, then drags his lips back to your cunt, kissing your mound softly. He makes out with your pussy with hot and bloody open mouthed kisses, spit drenching your swollen clit as you moan loudly.

Your orgasm builds higher and higher until it’s a tight band ready to snap in your lower belly. Leon senses you getting closer from your body spasming and your voice gaining in volume as he greedily eats your cunt, hungry eyes watching you from between your legs.

With a low keening groan rumbling from deep in his chest, he sinks his fangs into your fat pussy lips as he fucks his tongue into your clenching hole. That pinprick of pain flooded by intense pleasure is enough to push you completely over the edge. Wailing, your spine bows as your climax floods through your body, cunt pulsing and gushing slick as your toes curl in the sheets.

Almost growling into your pussy, Leon flutters his tongue into your hole, lapping up all the slick dripping from your cunt, tongue loudly squelching in and out of your clenching walls.

He finally pulls away with a low moan of pleasure, lower jaw coated with slick and blood.

“So good for me, little bride,” he slinks up your body, joints moving unnaturally but you're hardly able to think past the pleasure buzzing in your brain, “going to make you mine, keep you forever.”

Humming, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him down into the messiest kiss of the night. He almost snarls into your kisses as he gets rougher, tongue and teeth dominating your mouth, a bruising pressure on your lips.

“Promise me you’ll stay,” he demands, eyes flashing at you as he presses you down harder into the mattress, “stay with me, be mine.”

You softly brush back his hair, voice soothing as you reply, “I promise, Leon. I’m all yours. I’ll be your new bride.”

He nuzzles his face into your neck before sinking those deliciously sharp teeth into you again. Weakly moaning, your eyes roll back as your clit throbs in time with your heartbeat. You feel him shudder when he pulls away to kiss the sluggishly bleeding marks.

“My bride,” he sighs, dragging his pouty lips across your jaw, nose tracing your skin, “you promise to give me all that you are.. all that you will be.”

“Promise,” you gasp out as his hand sneaks down to tease across your clit, cunt soaking the sheets further with fresh slick, “promise, Leon.”

He kisses you then, the hot copper tang of blood flavoring his sweet sentiment. You’re swept under another tide of arousal from his messy lips and tongue while his fingers play with your pudgy clit.

He shifts until he’s next to you, blood smeared mouth parted as his eyes trail down your body. Gripping your hip, he helps turn your body to face him, leaving you both lying on your sides. Your hands reach out to trail down his chest just now noticing that he’s still dressed.

“No fair,” you tease, tugging on the silky material.

He laughs softly, bringing your hand up to kiss your inner wrist before scraping his fangs across the sensitive skin making you shiver. Letting go of your hand, he quickly undresses, dropping his clothes off the side of the bed in a heap. You bite your lip, taking in the long lean lines of his body, eyes widening to see his thick cock filled out and resting against his thigh.

“Leon,” you breathe out, wide eyes tracking back up to his pale blue ones.

This time your hands lightly scratch along his pecs to his twitching abdominal muscles, nails barely scratch the soft thatch of hair above his hard cock.

“You can touch me, liebling,” his lips quirk up into a half smile, “I only bite a little.”

A giggle slips out and your hand grasps the base of his dick and squeezes earning a low groan from the handsome man next to you.

“Stroke me, tease me, do whatever you wish,” he murmurs, hands coming up to cup your breasts, “I’ll enjoy it all.”

You whimper as his long fingers dig into the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs rubbing circles across your stiff nipples.

While one of your hands teases the head of his dick, you slide the other one to cup his balls making his cock kick, blurting precum onto your fingers.

“It’s so sticky,” you murmur unthinkingly, smearing the precum around his tip making it slippery for your fingers to rub across.

He groans loudly, bucking his hips and sliding his cock through your fingers in a clumsy effort to fuck your loose fist.

“And these are so sensitive,” his low tone razes goosebumps as he tweaks and pinches your nipples until you’re rubbing your thighs together.

“Leon,” you moan, arching your back to press your breasts more firmly into his hands.

“I haven’t had a chance to taste these,” he purrs, ducking his head to nip your chest.

“Please,” you tighten your hand around his cock and pump your fist, “bite me.”

He presses closer against you, hands pushing your breasts up as he dips his head down. Kissing the stiff peak, he licks around the puckered skin close to your nipple.

“Smell so good,” he mumbles, kissing your nipple softly before sucking it into his mouth.

He rolls his tongue around the hard bud before pulling away with a soft pop. He drags his lips down to suck on the skin underneath your breast before opening his mouth and biting deep into the tender flesh.

“Oh god,” you cry out, body writhing so much Leon has to use one hand to grip your ribcage tightly to keep you still.

You're too out of it to jerk him off, hands instead moving to grab onto his hips. He pulls away with a gasp only to sink his bloody teeth into the soft fat of your other breast. Your cunt is a drippy mess by the time he pulls away the second time, tongue sucking the blood off his fangs as his eyes seem to shine with unnatural light.

“The finest of wines,” he smiles at you, licking his lips slowly.

Your cunt throbs and aches, walls fluttering around nothing—feeling empty and needy.

“Leon,” you grab his hand and guide it to your soaked cunt, “please, I want you.”

“Oh my beautiful bride, so wet and ready for me,” he hisses, easily sinking two fingers knuckle deep into your clenching pussy.

Your hands move from his hips to dig into his shoulders making him grind his fingers deeper into your aching cunt. He pulls them halfway out before thrusting them back in, the flat of his palm smacking against your swollen clit.

Nails digging deeper into his skin, you rock your hips in time with his hand, whining and moaning as he fingerfucks your pussy rough and deep.

“Such a sweet little wife I have,” he kisses your ear as your eyes struggle to stay open, cunt clamping down on his fingers from the endearment.

He drags his cock against your thigh, smearing precum against your skin to mix with the slick dripping from your pussy.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispers hotly against your lips, “I want to be buried deep in my bride’s pussy as I drink from her pleasured body.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, throat dry from all your gasping and panting, “I need you inside me, Leon. Please.”

He pulls his fingers out slowly making you whimper once your cunt’s empty again. Leon shushes you gently, gripping his cock in one hand while his other grabs your thigh and wraps it over his waist. Rubbing the fat head of dick up and down your slit, he teases his cock across your hole before using the tip to part your pussy lips and rub across your sensitive clit.

You rock your hips forward and he kisses your neck, tongue lapping at the marks he left. Moving his cock back down, he slowly presses his dick into your leaking hole.

“So tight,” he murmurs, praise lacing his tone and making you hump down onto his cock.

He lets you work your wet cunt on his dick until he’s buried fully inside your pulsing heat.

“Needed this,” he groans, rutting his cock slowly in and out of your pussy, “needed to be inside of you, a part of you.”

Pleasure washes over you like the tide meeting the shore. Leon’s cock grinds against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt making you ooze slick until it’s dripping down his balls, leaving a creamy ring around the base of his dick.

With a small shift, he rolls you completely over onto your back, body weight pressing you down into the mattress as he fucks in deeper inside your fluttering pussy. His pelvis grinds down onto your pudgy clit sending little bolts of desire throughout your whole body.

“Leon, so good,” you whimper, fingers grasping at his biceps, hips rolling forward to keep his dick inside you, leaking tip pressed against your cervix.

“Taking me so well, a perfect fit,” he kisses you gently, sucking your tongue into his mouth, teeth nicking the muscle causing blood to flavor your kisses.

Moaning hungrily, Leon gets rougher, mouth pressing against yours so tightly your teeth ache. A high keening cry slips out between the bruising press of Leon’s lips against yours. Pulling away, he growls and drags his mouth to your neck, lathing his tongue against the multitude of wounds he left earlier.

“So tight around me, are you getting close, little love?” He chuckles and teases your neck with his teeth making you keen and squirm against him.

“Yes, please, ‘m close,” you moan, legs coming up to wrap tightly around his waist, “w’nna cum, wanna feel you inside me.”

Leon hums and swivels his hips, rutting his cock into your cunt without pulling out until you’re clawing at his back with short choked off whines. He grinds against your clit until your eyes roll back into your head.

His teeth sink into your neck one last time, pushing you over the edge for the second time as your orgasm crashes through your body. Crying out, your arms and legs lock around Leon’s body, head thrown back as your cunt clenches around his dick.

“So lovely,” he pulls back, licking the blood away from your neck, “my perfect bride.”

He rabbits his hips into your squelching cunt until finally stilling, cock buried balls deep inside your spasming pussy as you milk his throbbing dick. Your pussy walls flutter and clamp down around him as he spills hot and sticky inside your slick heat.

“Beautiful,” he kisses your earlobe with a sigh, cock kicking inside your pussy as he finishes painting your walls white.

Endorphins make you dizzy and bubbly, smiling up at Leon’s blood stained face as he gazes lovingly down at you.

“My husband,” you murmur, lovesick and sweet, hands coming up to caress his face and he kisses each of your palms.

“All yours,” he promises seriously, “there is a reason why all things are as they are.”

You laugh and smooth a thumb under his eye, “You’re so cute.”

He snorts a laugh, delighting you immensely, and settles down into the messy sheets before pulling you into his chest.

With a soft kiss placed atop his heart, you snuggle into his body until he wraps his arms around you. The soft rise and fall of his chest lulls you to sleep.

Talking to Lara the next day is surprisingly easy. You have the feeling Leon used some weird vampire energy on her since she seemed unusually chill about it. Promising you that she’ll keep in touch once she heads back home, you spend the few short hours she has left together before she leaves early for the airport.

It’s sad to see her go, but with Leon’s steady presence next to you filling your senses with that wonderful smell of cloves and cedar, you have zero regret in staying.

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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Silent Night

priest!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, thigh riding, dirty talk, grinding, nipple play

title from Silent Night by Bing Crosby

It started out innocent enough. You surprised Leon by stopping by his gloomy little chapel a few days before Christmas. He acted professional and aloof, but as soon as his ‘office hours’ were over and night fell, he made sure to show you how much he appreciated your visit.

In no time at all, he strips you both nude then takes a seat in his cozy armchair before the fireplace. Coaxing you into his lap, he pins your arms behind your back, bending them at the elbows so you can stack one arm on top of the other to tie them together with the leftover Christmas ribbon left lying on his nightstand. Chest level with his mouth, your nipples pebble in the cold air, stiff and sensitive as he slowly runs his tongue across each hard bud.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, eyes dark and hazy as you squirm, bare cunt oozing slick as his hairy thigh rubs against your clit just right.

His mouth kisses across the soft skin of your breast before nipping at your sternum.

“You’re so wet and I haven’t even done anything,” he laughs, hands gripping the fat of your ass to press you down harder onto his thigh, “think you can cum like this?”

Nodding before his question is even through, you whine out a yes.

“Good girl,” he coos, warm breath ghosting across your nipple, “my wanton little thing.”

Your body jerks forward when he sucks at the hard peak of your breasts, tongue slowly circling your nipple before he bites down softly. Keening, you grind your hips down, wetting his thigh even more. Your eyes drift down from Leon’s closed eyes to the rosary lying against his bare chest, gaze raking down his happy trail to the thick dripping cock bobbing against his stomach making your mouth flood with saliva at the thought of having him fat and heavy on your tongue.

“Such a sinful girl,” he murmurs with a chuckle, pinching your wet nipple between the knuckle of his forefinger and thumb as his mouth drifts over to lick and suck at the other sensitive bud, “bet you’d love if I fucked your sweet little mouth, hmm?”

You choke out a whine when he opens his mouth wide and bites down roughly on your areola, skin racing with goosebumps as his teeth dig into the puckered flesh. He sucks hard, mouth completely surrounding your nipple as his tongue lashes across it.

“Oh Father, Leon, please,” your arms twist in their bindings, only serving to ramp up your arousal more.

His hands squeeze your ass harder, fat dimpling between his fingers as he greedily sucks on your nipple. With another broken off whine, you rock your hips down, smearing your slick cunt all over his thigh.

Pulling away, his blue eyes are dark with arousal as they glance down from your face to the apex of your thighs.

“My messy girl just can’t help herself, can she?”

It’s obscene how much slick is coating his skin now, matting down his leg hair, but it feels so good to grind down on his firm thigh.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he coos, “gushing all over my leg.”

Your back arches as you moan, listening while he laughs at your desperation.

“Let me help you,” he rumbles, mouth sucking on your nipples again; muttering under his breath he adds, “got the best fucking tits.”

Mewling, you press harder against his mouth, feeling as he bites and sucks marks all over your breasts. His hands let go of your ass to glide across your hips and down to your thighs. As he bites and sucks on your nipples, his fingers slip between your legs to part your pussy lips, spreading you completely open before moving his hands to your hips.

Moaning, you rock forward, cunt completely saturating his leg with slick as your hole is pressed down against his thigh, clit throbbing as you can now grind against him much easier.

“Cum for me,” he goads, hands gripping your breasts and squeezing, “soak my leg so I can stuff my cock into that sinful little pussy.”

He bounces his leg a little, jostling your whole body as you writhe and squirm on his lap, hands twisting against the ribbons. You slump forward into his body, burying your face against the junction of his neck and shoulder. The clean smell of soap and peppermint makes you whimper as you rock against his thigh even harder.

“Such a dirty girl,” he laughs softly in your ear, “getting off on my leg like a bitch in heat.”

A high pitched whine leaves your panting lips, “Father, please.”

“Aww,” he purrs, “poor needy pussy just wants to cum. C’mon then, you can do it, be my very good girl and soak my leg.”

Between his degrading praise and the rough grind of your hips down on his thigh, your orgasm unspools in your belly. Moaning low in your throat, your body goes rigid as you ride out your climax against Leon’s sopping wet thigh, pudgy clit throbbing as slick drips from your clenching hole.

“Oh my, such a mess,” he says, amusement laced in his tone, “you’ll just have to clean it up with your pretty little mouth before you suck me off.”

Dizzy with your orgasm, you can only hum in agreement.

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dear-satan · 1 year ago

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oh my fucking god… where can I buy him?

Pairing: Android!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: You win a raffle at your work Christmas party and it turns out, it's a full size robot man with artificial intelligence. He can cook, he can clean, and he can pleasure you until your eyes cross.

Warnings: P in V, cunnilingus, creampie (but synthetic though), fingering, robot/human sex.

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"You are now the proud owner of a robot built in the form of a woman. To all intent and purpose this creature is a woman. Physiologically and psychologically she is a human being with a set of emotions, a memory track, the ability to reason, to think, and to speak. She is beyond illness and under normal circumstances should have a life span similar to that of a comparable human being. Her name is Alicia."

"The Lonely." The Twilight Zone, created by Rod Serling, performance by Jack Warden, season 1, episode 7, CBS, 1959.

"Congratulations!" Your boss pats you on the back as you give him the winning raffle ticket. You didn't even want it. Your friend Alicia gave it to you. You stare, puzzled, at your boss and take a sip of your champagne.

"What did I even win?" You ask. There was nothing left on the prize table. Christmas music plays softly in the background, some rendition of Jingle Bells by the latest pop music group. The walls and office cubicles are decorated with ornaments and garland. Most of your co-workers are wearing Santa hats or elf ears or reindeer antlers. Eggnog flows like a river and everyone is somewhere on the spectrum of pleasantly buzzed to completely sloshed.

"You'll see! It's the best prize out of our raffle. It'll be delivered to your house tonight."

You give him a slightly worried look. "How big is it?"

He chuckles, some kind of in-joke you're not getting…"Well, you'll have to look, yourself, little lady."

You quirk your brows give him a confused look again. Your friend, Alicia, runs up and playfully hugs you. She's pretty close to sloshed. "Hey girl!! You won! I'm so, so, so happy for you!"

"What the hell is it?" You ask her, hoping she'll be less cryptic than your boss.

She just grins and giggles like a silly drunk. "You're gonna love it," she replies in a sing-songy voice. You narrow your eyes at her. She saunters away, socializing with the other employees. You shake your head and brush off the strange behavior, chalking it up to the alcohol. You mingle and interact with your other colleagues and enjoy the night. By the time you get home, you’ve nearly forgotten about your ‘prize’.

You’re sitting on your couch, enjoying a book when your doorbell rings. You raise your head and stare for a second at the wall, confused but then remember your boss telling you there would be a delivery tonight.

You open the door to a delivery man next to a large crate, easily over six feet tall. Good God, what is this? You ask yourself. The delivery man says your name as if asking you to confirm. “Yes, that’s me,” you reply. Your eyes dart between the delivery man and the mysterious crate next to him.

“Sign here,” the man says, holding out a clipboard to you with a delivery receipt with way too much tiny print for you to bother to read before you sign your name. You hand back the clipboard and the man moves behind the crate, tilting it back on a dolly and wheeling it into your living room. You’re shoulder deep in disbelief and too shocked to say anything. The man drops off the crate and wheels his dolly back out of your house. “Have a nice night, ma’am,” he says and heads back to his truck.

You approach the crate and study it. “Jesus, I’m going to need a crowbar…” You walk into your garage to find one.

It takes all of your strength but you manage to pry open the crate. Its front wall falls forward and you jump backwards, seeing a human standing inside the crate! “What the…?!” It’s a man…maybe twenty four. His hair is a golden blonde. He’s very muscular. He looks…alive though…You reach out to touch him. His skin is cold. Your heart races and you quickly feel for a pulse…nothing…Oh God! You look down at his wrist and find a thin smartwatch looking device. There’s a tag attached to it. “Congratulations on purchasing your new Artificial Intelligence Companion (AIC)!” The tag reads.

You step back and sigh with relief, realizing you didn’t actually get a dead body delivered to you. “Fuck...it’s just a goddamn robot. Thank God…” You read the other side of the tag, “please see the manual included with the packaging for complete instructions on how to use your new AIC!” You reach into the crate and pull out the large manual. You sit down on your living room floor, cross legged and open the manual to the first page:

You read the introduction to yourself, “You are now the proud owner of an Artificial Intelligence Companion or AIC - this one built in the form of a man. To all intent and purpose this creature is a man. Physiologically and psychologically it is a human being with a set of emotions, a memory track, the ability to reason, to think, and to speak. He is beyond illness and under normal circumstances should have a life span similar to that of a comparable human being. His name is Leon.”

You continue through the manual, flipping through it, fascinated and dumbfounded by it. You reach the Frequently Asked Questions page and peruse it.

FAQ

Q: Why is my AIC cold? A: Worry not! Your AIC will warm up to human temperature (98.6°F or 37°C) when you power the unit on (See page 10 for powering instructions).

Q: Can my AIC protect me? A: Yes! Your AIC is designed to protect all organic life from harm, but your AIC will NOT take action that will lead to the death of an organic.

Q: Can my AIC help me around the house? A: Yes! Your AIC is fully capable of taking over all housekeeping services for you! Just tell it which chores you'd like it to do! It can cook and clean and even do laundry!

Q: Can my AIC drive? A: No, unfortunately your AIC cannot drive a vehicle or operate heavy machinery due to federal laws. Although, our units are fully able to operate motor vehicles and follow traffic laws.

Q: Can I be physically intimate with my AIC? A: Yes! Your AIC comes with default genitalia (Penises for masculine AICs and vaginas for feminine AICs), however, you can contact our customer service to arrange sending your unit in to be customized with preferred genitalia. You may initiate sexual activity with your AIC by verbal command. Your AIC will participate in any desired sex act as long as it does not cause harm to any organic life. Your AIC will also reciprocate physically intimate gestures you give it unless you direct it otherwise (ex: if you kiss your AIC unit, it will kiss you). Penise size and vaginal tightness can be adjusted based on user preference using our app.

The last sentence sends you over the edge of weirded out and you close the manual.

You stand and look curiously at the robot before you. He is very handsome. You bite your lip as you admire his features. His hair is golden blonde and his face is chiseled and manly. You carefully reach out and lift his eyelid, gazing at his beautiful blue eyes. You notice how real his skin feels…if it can be called skin. You feel his big arms, strong and muscular…or at least they're built to look and feel that way. And feel real they do! You caress his biceps, appreciating how human-like they are. You feel the rest of his body over the clothing he came with: a tight gray t-shirt and black cargo pants. I guess he’s supposed to look like the rugged type, you think to yourself. His form is beautifully muscular. Your mind briefly wanders to the possibilities. You could have him cook for you, clean for you! He could even…you glance down at his crotch and swallow hard. You start to reach out to touch it, but stop yourself. It feels weird to grope a robot, even though he’s just a robot… Instead, you pick up the manual again, reading further. You discover that there’s a small button right behind his ear that needs to be pressed and held for five seconds to power him on. You reach back and feel for the button; it’s small and discrete, theoretically it would be nearly impossible to accidentally power him off. You press the button, but only for a second before pulling your hand away. “Nope!” You turn away and walk toward your room. “Can’t do it!” It’s just too weird to have a robot walking around your house.

You hasten to your bedroom and shut your door. “Too freaky,” you say to yourself aloud as you head toward your bed.

The next morning, you wake, having forgotten about your new houseguest. You walk into your living room and jump when you see your robot man, just where you left him, standing inside his crate, his eyes still closed. You briefly consider activating him…then shake your head and turn away, heading to your basement to fetch your Christmas decorations.

After a few hours, you have your Christmas tree set up and decorated with ornaments and lights. You stretch yourself up, trying to reach the top of the tree to put the star there. You can’t quite reach it…that was what your ex-boyfriend used to do…your heart starts to sink, missing him, especially during the holidays. You sigh and turn your head towards your robot man. He’s certainly tall enough to reach…

You take in a deep breath and blow it out, nervously. You reach behind his ear and press the button…

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

You look at the “smartwatch” on his wrist that reads, “initializing…please wait…” The watch blinks a few times and then displays a QR code with the caption “while you wait, download our app and set up your account to control your AIC from your phone no matter where you are!”

You pull out your phone and scan the code which brings you to the download page. You sit yourself down on the floor again, crossing your legs in front of you. Disbelief lingers as you think to yourself, I’m really doing this…. You follow the instructions on your phone to set up the app. It's a very polished app and looks easy to follow. There are different modes, including housekeeping, maintenance, butler service, and personal care. The last category stands out to you. You're about to select it out of sheer, morbid curiosity when you hear a buttery smooth, deep, male voice.

“Hello, my name is Leon.”

You look up and see those beautiful blue eyes looking down at you. He reaches his hand down, offering to help you stand up. You take it and he pulls you off the ground. You stare into those soft blue beauties for a few seconds before you finally speak. “H-hi,” you stutter out, followed by your name.

“Nice to meet you,” Leon replies with a smile. His face is handsome and sweet; it's easy to smile back at him.

You take a deep breath and let out an awkward sigh.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Leon asks, he tilts his head to one side. His chest rises and falls like a real human’s would.

You swallow hard, arousal slowly building in your lower belly. “Um…could you help me put the star on top of the tree?”

Leon looks up at the top of your Christmas tree, almost as if he's unfamiliar with the entirety of the holiday. His software quickly searches the Internet for rituals surrounding this ‘Christmas’ thing. It's only a fraction of a second before he turns to you with a smile that could melt butter. “Of course.” He gently takes the lovely star from your hands and carefully secures it at the top of the tree.

Your heart warms as you watch him delicately apply the star to the top of your tree. His beautiful blue eyes return to yours once the star sits perfectly straight on top of the fake pine tree.

“Anything else, miss?” He asks.

You had planned to just turn him off after this; you planned to hide him in a closet somewhere, to just forget about the strange, robot man living in your house, but you feel connected to him now…everything about just shutting him down feels…wrong. I couldn't possibly, you think to yourself. You frantically search your mind for something else for him to do, another reason to spend more time with him, as if you need an excuse.

You have him help you cook, clean, and do laundry. He makes all these boring tasks less painful but more than that, you don't feel so lonely. He becomes a part of your routine. He greets you in the morning with breakfast and coffee then sees you off to work. He welcomes you home at the end of the day with dinner. Before long, you feel like you're falling for him. He's wonderful and so caring and one night, Christmas Eve to be exact, you can't help but lean in under the mistletoe hanging near the entryway and kiss him.

His lips feel so perfectly real, as though they are made from real human skin. His taste is uniquely his own, intoxicating and addicting. He returns your kiss with equal fervor and his strong arms slip around your waist, pulling you close to him.

A gentle moan escapes your lips, earning a chuckle from the android man holding you in his arms. Your hands run up and down his chest, thick and muscular. You're still amazed at how human he feels under your touch.

Leon lets out a moan himself, a low growl that starts in his chest, reverberating through his mouth, and into you.

“Leon…” you whisper gently between heated caresses of your lips.

He breaks the kiss briefly to reply, “I want you.” You quickly realize Leon needs your permission to move forward.

“I want you, Leon,” you reply and kiss him again, your tongue dancing against his; it's a beautiful mixture of organic and synthetic passion.

With your consent, he lets himself go. You're quickly lifted bridal style into his arms and carried to your bedroom and laid on your bed. His touch is electric, his fingers leaving sparks of pleasure all along your skin as he slowly lifts your top off of you. His lips attack every inch of exposed skin with heated kisses. His hands roam your curves, taking in all of you and mapping out your delicious body inside his digital mind.

Your panties are getting soaked, wetness pooling between your folds. Leon's arms slip underneath you and unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts from their confines. He drops his face to your already erect nipples and takes one into his mouth, sucking gently. His tongue flicks across the hardened bud, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. Your moans fill the air and only spur him on. His hand slides up your ribcage, leaving tingles along your flesh as it moves up to cup your other breast. He gives a gentle squeeze, just right and it draws another erotic moan from you.

His suction on your tit increases in intensity and your back arches, pressing your breast even tighter to his mouth. His hands caress your body, sliding down to your hips, squeezing them. His fingertips tease the waistband of your sweats.

You moan loudly. “Yes!”

Leon needs no further instruction, he slips your pants and panties off and tosses them onto the floor. “You're so beautiful,” he growls hungrily and licks a stripe up your wet cunt. “I'm glad to see how wet you are. I guess I'm not the only one who was hoping for this,” he adds with a wicked grin. You moan loudly in response, your cheeks flushed with a deep red. “I'm going to devour you,” he says, partly a threat and partly a promise.

His face dives in, taking your sopping pussy into his mouth. He sucks hard on your clit, flicking his tongue up and down on the sensitive bundle of overactive nerves. He lifts your legs onto his shoulders and moves his mouth down a few inches to shove his tongue inside your cunt.

You cry out, squirming under his hold on you. Your back bows off the bed, your body hinging at your pinned hips. Your head even lifts off your pillow. “Fuck!”

He's ruthless, his tongue jabbing into you and pulling the most deliciously erotic sounds from your lips. “Cum for me, my sweet,” he commands softly.

He doubles his efforts and brings his mouth back to your clit, sucking it hard. He holds your legs tightly over his shoulders as they attempt to flail around. You approach your orgasm quickly, arousal coating Leon's face while he continues to suck your clit.

“Oh God!” You tumble over the edge, climax ripping through you relentlessly. You gasp, taking a gulp of breath as your walls contract around nothing. You whimper his name as you ride your orgasm out.

“Perfect.” Leon pushes himself off the bed, standing straight up as he disrobes. His naked body stands before you; a beautiful work of art. His cock is fully erect and throbbing. You never messed with the settings, but fuck, he's big enough already. You salivate as he crawls back over you, his fat, long dick dragging over your thigh leaking precum on your supple skin. His lips claim yours again in a longing and hungry kiss. Your tongues dance together again as the tip of his cock teases your entrance. He coats himself in your slick then eases inside.

More unholy moans escape your mouth. Leon kisses you deeply as he begins slowly moving inside you; his thick cock strokes your g-spot. “You feel so good…God, you’re so tight!” Your eyes trail down and observe where the two of you are joined; your belly bulges slightly each time he buries himself fully in your vault. Your head sinks back into the pillow.

It dawns on you that you’re actually having sex with a robot, but from the way his cock is hitting your walls in all the right places, you can’t bring yourself to care. It feels like heaven to have him fucking you like this. Somehow, he knows exactly where to touch and caress you; he knows exactly how fast to thrust and which angle to take. Your pussy throbs as the massive cock impales you over and over again.

“You know,” Leon begins in a whisper, “I won’t cum until you do.” He reaches down and strokes your clit as he pounds you into the mattress. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let go!”

You gasp for air once more as another orgasm crashes over you. The room fills with the sounds of your pleasured cries and Leon’s name belting from your throat. Your walls clamp down on the cock thrusting in and out of you.

“That’s my girl,” Leon purrs. He sheathes himself deep inside you once more and empties his synthetic cum inside you, stuffing you so full, you’re almost certain you’ll feel it in your throat.

“Oh my God, Leon!” You cling to him, arms wrapped around his neck and sweat dripping down your body as you recover from your climax. “Fuck…that was incredible!”

Leon nuzzles your cheek. “Mmm, I’m happy to have pleased you.” He lowers his head to kiss underneath your ear. He removes himself from you and lays beside you. You lay on his chest and notice the fabricated sound of soft breaths and a steady heartbeat. His manufacturers really thought of everything…or maybe…just maybe…there’s a little more to Leon than just his gears and software…

#12 days of smutmas #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #resident evil smut #leon s. kennedy x reader #resident evil #smut #leon kennedy x reader #lipglossreblogs #ao3rex

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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I’m so excited for ex husband Leon!!! 🤩

My last fic for Smutmas is tomorrow followed by a BANGIN finale from @lipglossanon on the 25th. Thank you to everyone who read our fics! It means the world to us!

Tomorrow's fic is called Twas The Night Before X-mas. And it features Ex-husband!Leon x fem!Reader. It's super fluffy and sweet!

#leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #leon scott kennedy #lipglossanon #leon s. kennedy x reader #resident evil #smut #ao3 writer #leon kennedy x reader #12 days of smutmas #ao3rex #lipglossreblogs

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ashlinxsloves · 1 year ago

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AHHHHH THE LAST PART WAS SO SWEET– BUT THIS WAS SO HOT 😩😩😩🤌

There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays

subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

title from There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays by Perry Como

It’s horribly cold out, but luckily for you you have the day off so you’ve spent it snuggled in your bed, binge watching Christmas movies and scrolling on your phone. Leon’s been out with his friends all day; since he got back home from his first semester of college, they’ve been commandeering all of his free time.

He’s been texting you the entire time making you laugh at how put out he is to be gone, especially since you’ve been home by yourself all day. You’ve just finished the first Home Alone, and are about to play the second, when Leon comes barreling into your room, hair wind swept and cheeks pinked with cold.

“Leon, what’re you—“

He beelines it for your bed and collapses on top of you, cutting off your question as he snuggles his cold body underneath your layer of fuzzy blankets to wrap his ice cold hands around your waist.

“Leon!” You shriek, “you’re so cold!”

He just burrows in even deeper, nuzzling under your chin to press his cold nose against your neck. You tire yourself out trying to squirm away from his hold.

“Missed you,” he mumbles finally after your own body heat’s been leached by him.

“Uh huh,” you grouch, relaxing against him with a huff.

“I knew you’d be warm,” he kisses your throat softly, smile in his voice, “and comfy.”

His big hands drag down your sides creating chill bumps of a different sort. Shifting, he tangles your legs together as he keeps softly kissing across your neck while he runs his hands all over your body.

“Leon,” you sigh out, “this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

“I know, let me make it up to you,” he pulls back to look at you with a grin, “I can warm you up easily.”

You laugh, “Oh yeah? Alright then, pretty boy. Show me your stuff.”

He moves until he’s between your legs, forearms braced by your face allowing him to dip down and kiss you eagerly. Between giggles and sighs, he kisses you until your lips become bruised and sensitive. The body heat from both of you paired with the surrounding blankets, starts to warm your cuddling quickly until it’s stuffy and hot.

His hips grind down against yours, the thin material of your pajama pants and his sweats leave little to the imagination. Moaning against his mouth, slick fills your panties until it’s sticking to the outline of your cunt, leaking through your pajama pants to leave a damp spot on Leon’s sweats.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whines, leaning up to look down your body.

His hips stutter when he sees how much slick you’re leaking and he quickly yanks your pajamas and panties down.

“Look at how wet you are,” he groans, shuffling until he gets you both naked from the waist down before settling between your legs again.

Rutting forward, he drags his cock through your soaked pussy lips making you moan when he rubs right across your clit.

“Missed you so much,” he pants, sweat dripping from his nose down onto your bare stomach making the muscles jump, “gonna fill you up, so good.”

“Leon,” you whimper, hands twisting in his shirt to pull him down on top of you.

You both groan as his cock slips into your fluttering pussy, sinking deeper and deeper as he presses his body weight down onto you.

“Pussy’s so hot and wet,” he grunts right by your ear, moist breath giving you chills, “feels too good, big sis.”

He humps into you a little harder until he’s bottoming out, thick cock stretching you open in the best way. Water beads at your eye line as he pulls out to thrust all the way back in, fat head grinding against your g-spot just right.

“Oh fuck, right there,” you choke out, tossing your head back to dig into the pillow, “so big, fuck, I never get used to it.”

His hips rabbit into yours, the sound of skin slapping together overtaking the noise of the movie playing in the background.

“Big sis, s’good, fuck, best pussy, my big sis has the best fucking pussy,” he babbles, voice pitching every time you clench down on him, “fat little pussy takes my cock so well, like your tight hole is just made for my dick, made for my creampies.”

“Oh, Leon,” you gasp, back arching to drive your hips up into his.

“I wanna breed you,” he whines, pulling out of your cunt with a wet schlick.

Before you can saying anything, Leon picks you up and maneuvers the two of you until he’s on his back with you on top, back to his chest. He wraps his arms around the bend of your legs then brings his hands together around the back of your neck. Your cunt throbs to be in such a vulnerable position.

Leon easily slides his fat cock back into your soaked pussy, hips fully thrusting his tip right against your g-spot.

“Oh yes, ‘m so close,” he moans, “gonna fucking cum in your hot ‘n wet pussy.”

“I don’t know if it’s a safe day,” you whine out, toes curling as Leon keeps you in a full nelson pose.

“Fuck,” he whines, hips pumping into you harder, “let me breed you, big sis. Breed your tight cunt.”

You moan as he presses against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, making you clench around his fat cock even harder.

“We shouldn’t,” your head drops back against his shoulder, pussy fluttering at the thought of him cumming inside you, “should pull out.”

He whimpers, “But big sis, I want it. Wanna cum in you, breed your pussy til it’s spilling out.”

“Fuck, okay, okay, mmm, you can do it,” you hiss under your breath, “god, ‘m cumming, Leon—“

You cry out as your pussy clamps down on his thrusting cock, slick dripping down his length to fall onto the bedding while your walls flutter and milk him. Trembling, your body locks up even as you jerk in his arms, orgasm whiting your brain out in pleasure. Distantly, you feel as he spills hot and sticky inside your spasming cunt.

“Sorry, sorry. I can’t stop—Fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming in you,” he pants, hot breath gusting past your ear.

Your pussy milks his cock while he throbs and kicks inside your walls, shooting more ropes of cum to stuff your hole full.

“Mmm, love creaming my big sister’s pussy,” he kisses your ear making you shiver, “y’okay?”

“I’m okay,” you sigh tiredly, “you’re lucky I think it’s hot to get creampied like this.”

“‘M sorry,” he murmurs, cock still buried in your pussy, “want me to carry you to the bath?”

You hum, “Yes, please. You get to pamper me now.”

He hugs you to his chest with a warm laugh, “Looking forward to it.”

#lipglossanon #12 days of smutmas #ao3rex #smutmas 2023 #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy smut #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy x fem!reader smut

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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It’s a wrap! 🎁 🤭

Big thank you to @ao3-rex1223 cause without her this definitely wouldn’t have happened! 💜

And thank you to everyone who’s went along with us on this fun Smutmas journey! 🎄

Hope your holidays are wonderful! 😘

12 Days of Smutmas

hello there! @ao3-rex1223 and I are collabing this month for Smutmas! 💜

starting 14 December, there will be a new fic from one of us! each fic will be clearly labeled, but just to reiterate it’s 18+ so MDNI if you don’t like the material, don’t read it! Hope you all enjoy! Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! 😘 <List will be updated as we go along!>

🎄14 December

ao3 rex - Turn Me On To Turn Me On || Android!Leon x fem!reader

🎄15 December

Breeding Kink || Subby Stepbro!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 16 December

ao3 rex - 3 Of A Kind || Leon x fem!reader x Chris

🎄17 December

Cock Worship || Shape Shifter/Wendigo!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 18 December

ao3 rex - Tell Me How You Feel || Psychiatrist!Leon x fem!reader

🎄19 December

Thigh Riding || Priest!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 20 December

ao3 rex - True Friends || Best Friend!Leon x fem!reader

🎄21 December

Period Sex || Puppy!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 22 December

ao3 rex - Twist My Words || Professor!Leon x fem!reader

🎄23 December

Have To Be Quiet/Not Get Caught || Stepdad!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 24 December

ao3 rex - ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas || Ex Husband!Leon x fem!reader

🎄25 December

Biting/Marking || Vampire!Leon x fem!reader

dividers: firefly-graphics

#lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #ao3rex #12 days of smutmas #smutmas 2023 #android!leon s kennedy #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader x chris redfield #shape shifter/wendigo!leon s kennedy #psychiatrist!leon s kennedy #priest!leon s kennedy #best friend!leon s kennedy #puppy!leon s kennedy #professor!leon s kennedy #stepdad!leon s kennedy #ex husband!leon s kennedy #vampire!leon s kennedy

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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Android Leon 🤤 🤤 💜 💜

Pairing: Android!Leon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: P in V, cunnilingus, creampie (but synthetic though), fingering, robot/human sex.

MERRY SMUTMAS!!!

Check out @lipglossanon's blog tomorrow for the next fic!

Lipglossanon's 12 Days of Smutmas Masterlist

"The Lonely." The Twilight Zone, created by Rod Serling, performance by Jack Warden, season 1, episode 7, CBS, 1959.

"You'll see! It's the best prize out of our raffle. It'll be delivered to your house tonight."

You give him a slightly worried look. "How big is it?"

He chuckles, some kind of in-joke you're not getting…"Well, you'll have to look, yourself, little lady."

You quirk your brows give him a confused look again. Your friend, Alicia, runs up and playfully hugs you. She's pretty close to sloshed. "Hey girl!! You won! I'm so, so, so happy for you!"

"What the hell is it?" You ask her, hoping she'll be less cryptic than your boss.

You approach the crate and study it. “Jesus, I’m going to need a crowbar…” You walk into your garage to find one.

You continue through the manual, flipping through it, fascinated and dumbfounded by it. You reach the Frequently Asked Questions page and peruse it.

FAQ

Q: Why is my AIC cold? A: Worry not! Your AIC will warm up to human temperature (98.6°F or 37°C) when you power the unit on (See page 10 for powering instructions).

Q: Can my AIC protect me? A: Yes! Your AIC is designed to protect all organic life from harm, but your AIC will NOT take action that will lead to the death of an organic.

The last sentence sends you over the edge of weirded out and you close the manual.

You hasten to your bedroom and shut your door. “Too freaky,” you say to yourself aloud as you head toward your bed.

You take in a deep breath and blow it out, nervously. You reach behind his ear and press the button…

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

“Hello, my name is Leon.”

“Nice to meet you,” Leon replies with a smile. His face is handsome and sweet; it's easy to smile back at him.

You take a deep breath and let out an awkward sigh.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Leon asks, he tilts his head to one side. His chest rises and falls like a real human’s would.

You swallow hard, arousal slowly building in your lower belly. “Um…could you help me put the star on top of the tree?”

Your heart warms as you watch him delicately apply the star to the top of your tree. His beautiful blue eyes return to yours once the star sits perfectly straight on top of the fake pine tree.

“Anything else, miss?” He asks.

Leon lets out a moan himself, a low growl that starts in his chest, reverberating through his mouth, and into you.

“Leon…” you whisper gently between heated caresses of your lips.

He breaks the kiss briefly to reply, “I want you.” You quickly realize Leon needs your permission to move forward.

“I want you, Leon,” you reply and kiss him again, your tongue dancing against his; it's a beautiful mixture of organic and synthetic passion.

You moan loudly. “Yes!”

You cry out, squirming under his hold on you. Your back bows off the bed, your body hinging at your pinned hips. Your head even lifts off your pillow. “Fuck!”

He's ruthless, his tongue jabbing into you and pulling the most deliciously erotic sounds from your lips. “Cum for me, my sweet,” he commands softly.

“You know,” Leon begins in a whisper, “I won’t cum until you do.” He reaches down and strokes your clit as he pounds you into the mattress. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let go!”

“Oh my God, Leon!” You cling to him, arms wrapped around his neck and sweat dripping down your body as you recover from your climax. “Fuck…that was incredible!”

#12 days of smutmas #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #resident evil smut #leon s. kennedy x reader #resident evil #smut #leon kennedy x reader #lipglossreblogs #ao3rex

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