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female reader, inclusive language. minors dni. slightly dead dove.

kinks: daddy kink, dirty talk, leon is submissive, oral sex, cum eating, rough sex, face sitting, one mention of leon in panties, masturbation, mentions of mommy kink (not with reader), protective leon, anal play, panty stealing, fingering, creampie, some humiliation, cumming untouched, light dom/sub, kinky soulmates <3

warnings and triggers: fauxcest, age difference, leon is a perverted old freak, reader is a camgirl and does only fans, dubcon if you squint, noncon fantasies, leon is extremely pathetic and is simping hard, slut shaming, mentions of intoxicated sexual acts, sexual blackmail, reader is kind of a bad person, porn addiction, one mention of drug use, alcoholism, mommy and daddy issues

word count: 9.2k

porn with plot, slight alternate universe.

He’s too old for you. You’re too good for him. Whatever weird thing that’s going on between the two of you - that’s all it can be. Roommates. Friends. And even then, Leon knows that it’s pushing the limits of what’s acceptable.

→ You sell nudes for a living and Leon is the hot, older man who lets you move in with him. He’s the sweetest pervert you’ve ever met.

It starts, because you need a place to stay. 

Leon hardly knows you. He knows your name, yeah, and he knows that you have a great rack. Perky tits and a pretty smile, lips that are always pink and glossy. You smell good, and one time you reached around him to grab a straw on the bar top and he felt your soft body press against his, and - 

Okay, all Leon really knows about you is that you’re hot. Really fucking hot, like a girl from the porn he used to watch, back when he really hated himself. Don’t get him wrong, he still does harbor deep feelings of resentment for everything that makes him who he is, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. 

That’s what he tells himself, anyway. 

He met you at a bar. His bar, and by that, he means his home away from home - the local fucking bar, a few blocks away from his apartment actually. Every good drunk knows it’s mandatory to have a bar they can get to without driving, because every smart drunk knows that in order to properly drink to their heart’s delight, they’ve got to have a safe way to get home. See? Leon called himself smart - he doesn’t hate himself nearly as much as he used to. 

But he also just hasn’t figured out the whole Uber thing. Oh well. 

Leon, his bar - right. You’re always fucking there. Leon doesn’t understand why, because it’s a shitty place, with phone numbers scribbled on the back of the bathroom stall doors. Once, before last call, Leon swears someone followed him into the bathroom and asked if there was a glory hole. Or - maybe he followed someone into the bathroom and - doesn’t really matter. There’s no glory hole at this place, and it isn’t until after you move in, that Leon realizes you only came to this bar so much because everyone was paying for your drinks. Leon was paying for your drinks. Smart girl. 

You’re a lush, that much is true. You drink a lot, and you can’t handle your liquor - but that’s part of your appeal. Just a little. It’s one thing, for a little slut like you to drink like a grown man and not show any signs of it, but that’s not you. You drink dirty shirley temples and cherry coke and jack and your eyes get misty and you slur your words and Leon always has to walk you back to your apartment that you share with three other girls. But the best part about drunk you, is that you’re always asking to suck his dick.

You’re my friend, you told him once, even though Leon doesn’t really agree with that. But fuck it, right? He could always use friends. Especially friends that are as hot as you. 

Makes the other guys at the bar jealous, when you show up every Friday night with your stupidly small purse, not big enough to even hold a wallet, just lip gloss and bubblegum and, Leon, you think they take Apple Pay? Leon doesn’t fucking know, and it doesn’t really matter, because he’s paying for your drinks anyway. Can’t figure out Uber, you think he knows what Apple Pay is?

That’s how it starts. 

You show up every weekend to a bar you don’t belong at, take a seat next to Leon who always arrives before you and is half drunk by the time you get there, and the rest of the night, he buys your drinks. He doesn’t know a lot about you, that’s true, but you do talk a lot. Chat his ear off. Nothing important ever comes out of your mouth, but you overshare a lot of details that mean nothing. It’s cute, and it’s not like Leon’s got anyone else to talk to. It goes on like this, for months, until Leon finally asks you what you’re doing at this shit hole in the first place. 

You blink at him, fake lashes a little crooked since you fixed them in the bathroom. Oh, right - Leon knows you’re a little slut because you sucked him off in a bathroom stall. There’s no glory hole at this place, no - but he put his leather jacket on the ground so you didn’t bruise your bare knees when you let the head of his cock bruise the back of your throat. 

“I live close,” you explain, looking at Leon like a clueless little kitten. He swears your nose scrunches up, so fucking cute, and then he downs the rest of his drink before the way your makeup is smeared around your eyes turns him off.

Leon thinks differently of you after you swallowed his cum. After you did that. Not that he slut shames or anything, but - what you did was kind of slutty. He feels bad about that thought, even if it turns him on, so when he walks you home that night, he tells you he’s not a creep, that you can trust him - he’s a cop.

Not that you needed that information to trust him. You’re a little naive, and you’re obviously old enough to drink, but Leon wonders what’s wrong with you. Girls like you should be on dating apps, getting guys your age to buy you dinner or take you to the movies. Or looking for men even older than him, to spend money on you and buy you those heels with the red bottoms. Leon doesn’t remember what they’re called, just that ball busting porn seems to center around that brand of shoes.

You shouldn’t be blowing strange older men in gross bar bathrooms. He thinks about how long it took you to tie a cherry stem with your tongue and how he had to pay attention like it was the coolest shit he’s ever seen, and he feels annoyed all over again - but at the same time, a little charmed?

Anyway. You’re practically a stranger. Leon doesn’t even know what your pussy looks like when you move into his apartment. It happens so fast. 

One night, you come to the bar looking like shit. There’s no lip gloss on your lips, just some dry looking color and for the first time, Leon understands what overline means, and your eye makeup is smeared around your eyes, and your hair is - not done? God, Leon is the most judgmental bastard in the world. A hypocrite too, judging you like that - since last night he spent about four hours jacking himself off to porn of girls who look just like you. So much for a porn free lifestyle. It's your fault he broke his porn freak streak.

With his non dominant hand, since the other was preoccupied with jacking his cock off - he typed up, spelling errors and all, exact features of your body to get better results. He was dedicated. 

Yunggbh bslut gets fucked by old sdaddyh, for example.

Some results did come up, by the way. Last night was a good night. Anyway.

He asked you what was wrong, and you sniffled, demanded a vodka lemonade, and told Leon your troubles. Here’s what went down:

You acted like a little slut. Which, in this case - meant you were just being yourself. It’s okay, baby, Leon remembers saying, As your friend, I’m being honest. Okay? You just couldn’t help yourself, and that’s okay. God, it’s like the blind leading the blind. Leon, obsessed with a girl much too young for him, with scummy, dirty, awful, perverted thoughts about her, pretending to care about her problems so she might touch his dick - telling said girl that it’s okay she fucked her roommate's boyfriend, because she was just being herself. 

It’s kind of beautiful. Meant to be, in a kinky, weird way, Leon thinks, ordering another drink for you and himself. Anyway, the point is - you have to find a place to stay, and you’re not sure where to go. 

Leon, shit faced, says you can live with him. And that’s how it happens.

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You get under his skin. 

You’re insane, annoying. Smoking hot. Leon didn’t know they made girls that look like you in real life, thought the women he saw in porn and online had to come from a factory somewhere, but he doesn’t see a shipping label anywhere on your body. You’re a little rude, although when someone is as hot as you are, society calls you bratty. Well, Pornhub does. Maybe not society.

Leon can complain all he wants, but that’s actually not something that’s annoying to him - Leon likes brats. Has watched enough bratty stepsis porn in his life to be okay with it, at least. 

And anyway, it’s all his fault. Leon hardly knew you when he asked you to move in, which was one of his most pathetic moments. Just a drunk mistake, but how dumb are you, to move in with a man you don’t know? Sure, Leon has paid a small fortune for your drinks over the last few months, has walked you home, listened to you babble about dumb reality shows, assured you that he was a cop, and he knows what color your nipples are - but maybe that was just a long term, elaborate plan to get you to trust him so he could…traffick you or something. Fuck. 

You’re so goddamn naive. But, hell - maybe he is too. 

You’re a distraction - you come with a big, red warning label that Leon didn’t notice when he brought you home, because how could he? You might be a walking red flag, but you’ve covered that flag in enough pink and glitter that it’s impossible to see the true color of it. 

On purpose? Leon’s not quite sure. All he knows, is that he can’t escape you. 

Can’t escape the girly mess you leave all around his apartment in the form of little socks with tiny cartoon characters on it, the mugs you collect that take up space in his sink. Can’t escape the smell of your sweet perfume, the way it lingers in his car and on his clothes. 

And that shit is really long lasting, because he just came home from the bar and he couldn’t even flirt with any women. Tried to get the number of some blonde in an attempt to distract himself from thoughts of you, and all she had to reply with was asking how old he was, and to tell his girlfriend that she has good taste in perfume. 

Bitch. I don’t have a girlfriend, Leon wanted to say, but didn’t know how else to describe you. Even to himself. What can he say? I’ve got a little twenty something year old living in my house. Yeah, she lets me fuck her sometimes, but she’s not my girlfriend. It sounds bad to him, and he's the one living it.

Because that’s the progression. Yeah, Leon let you move in, and now there’s pieces of you all over his apartment, his car, his mind. Feels like you’re literally under his skin sometimes. 

Tonight, he gets home, kicks off his boots, hangs up his leather jacket - and he runs a hand through his hair. Leon is tired. Tired of working so fucking much, tired of pretending like he has a life outside of his little thing with you, annoyed that when he was about to score with that busty blonde milf she threw the fact that he smelled like perfume in his face and tried to humiliate him - and he hates that he liked that too. Made his dick chub up a bit. What the fuck is wrong with him? 

You’re not in the living room, so Leon figures you’re in your room - and he avoids that door. Likes you and all, just doesn’t want to deal with you right now. Besides, you could be filming, because - oh right, did he forget to mention? You make amature porn of yourself and sell it for money.

Yeah, that’s partially why Leon hates his life so much. You bring out the worst in him, bad habits and all. It’s just porn, Leon, you really don’t watch it? You’re so fucking old, I swear. 

Of course, now he does watch it, but you're such a little brat - Leon's been looking at porn since before you were born.

And, yeah - he does think that little fact is hot.

Leon’s pretty sure he’s got blisters from how much he whacks off nowadays. Imagines you in your room, and sometimes presses his ear against the door when you're filming something. Can hear you, the little beep of your camera, the sound of your pussy, so wet while you rub yourself off and post the video for men even more pathetic than Leon to buy and - 

Alright, alright. He can’t pretend like he’s not subscribed. He is. Feels a weird sense of intimacy, knowing that the mattress you lay on when you stuff toys inside of yourself is his, that the walls that your moans echo off of are paid for by him, that the cup you drink water out of after deepthroating a pink dildo on live chat is his, gifted to him by his aunt but. Whatever. He notices every curve of your perfect body, that stupid little Playboy bunny belly button ring you wear. He'll jack off in his room, then he times leaving his room, hand still salty with his spunk, to meet you in the kitchen while you're still in whatever sexy little outfit you filmed in. 

“Thirsty?” He'll say, pretending like your ass cheeks aren’t hanging out. He’ll reach around you, grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “What are you wearing? It’s cold out. You need me to turn the heat on?” He’ll ask, as if he didn’t anonymously buy you that outfit from your wishlist. He’s such a fucking sick bastard. 

But tonight - you’re not in your room. Leon can tell, because the light is off, and normally you’re awake this late, watching movies or dirtying up his kitchen that you won’t even bother cleaning. He won’t accept your money for rent, because he’s not that pathetic, can afford to pay for this place - but he thought you'd at least pick up after yourself. Instead, you leave messes everywhere that Leon has to clean, after he gets off work. Doing laundry naked, which you do, probably once a month, makes up for it. But sometimes you shrink his clothes. 

And anyway, knowing you’re in his home, lazy and freeloading, probably playing with your pussy while he fights the urge to shoot himself in the head at work - it kind of turns him on. He’s got no clue why. Imagines you forcing him to fuck you or else you’ll tell mom and dad on the way home from work so he doesn’t drive his car into upcoming traffic and end his miserable existence right there. Porn brain. Thanks to you. Do you know what you’re doing to him?

You’re in his bed. You’re in a pair of purple panties that are the perfect amount of tight and your shirt has a weird picture of a stuffed bear on it. Leon’s half hard already, but he pretends like he’s annoyed. “Why are you in my room?” He asks, standing in the doorway. He waits for you to move, but you don’t. Of course you don’t.

Instead, you spread your legs, turn off whatever you were watching on his television. Probably deleted all his recordings too, because he’s old enough that he still does that. Has cable, that is. You asked what that was once. Leon got so hard, he almost cried when he made himself cum in the shower. 

“Lighting was better in here. During sunset, you know,” you say casually, as if he’s supposed to know what that means. And then - oh. He does. You filmed in his room? You spread the lips of your little cunt and rubbed yourself to orgasm on camera on the phone that Leon added to his phone plan in his bed, and - 

He pretends to be cool about it. 

“Alright,” he says, sitting beside you in his bed. He leans against his pillows, watches you sit up and push your messy hair away from your face. Leon is pretty sure he sees a wet spot on your panties. Not to mention, the bed sort of smells like…pussy. It’s delicious. Gross, in a way that makes Leon lick his lips and fight back the desire to pull you up his body so you’re sitting on his face. He wants that, to taste you. Has only got to do it once, but wishes you’d make him do it everyday. Force him to. He probably needs medication. 

You shirt is see through, but you break his imaginary boundaries and cozy up to his side. Grab his arm and lift it, tuck yourself against him and then place his arm around you. It’s hard to believe you’ve known each other less than a year, that you’ve only lived together for a few months. “Where’d you go tonight?” You ask, and Leon wonders if you get jealous. Knows he does, when you put on your slutty little outfits and go out with your friends. 

Knows his cock got harder than it did when he went through his Viagra stage, which was before he met you, when you brought your friends over and teased him in front of them. When a pretty redhead, your bestie you said, laughed at him and then asked for a ride in a cop car which he can’t do, unless he wants to lose his job, and he doesn’t, because he wants to keep you and -

“Bar. Almost hooked up with some chick,” he says, trying to appear…like anyone but himself. He can’t tell if you’re jealous, but you throw a leg over him, definitely feel the bulge in his jeans, but you don’t say anything. Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to cuddle with roommates? Not to fuck them? Probably not, since they didn’t tell you not to move in with strange men who have fantasies about younger women controlling their lives. Anyway, Leon’s winning here, why should he complain? 

“Why didn’t you?” You ask, tone bratty. Should get smacked in the face for that, instead, Leon just gropes your ass. 

“She thought I had a girlfriend. Smelled your perfume,” and because he can’t stop nagging, he’s old, he adds, “Because you’re always spraying it in my car and I told you not to,” and you laugh. Well, giggle. It’s so sweet and so cute and your nipples are hard against him, and Leon just lets out a deep breath. 

“I knew that perfume was long lasting. Need to write a review on the Sephora app. Anyway, Lee,” and since when did Leon say you could give him that nickname? He groans. “You can fuck me, if you want. Since I ruined your hookup,” you offer, pulling yourself onto his body. You’re straddling his hips, and then you take his hands, slip them under your shirt and place them on your perfect tits. Leon moans, because he’s pathetic, bucks his hips up and loves that you’re already so wet. He can feel the heat from your cunt through his jeans. You’re ready to go. Ready for him. He can see your arousal on the fabric of your panties.

He’s only a man, okay? He takes you up on that offer, because of course he does. Tonight, he wanted that woman that looked like she wouldn’t mind a bit of mommy play, but everyday? Leon wants you. He takes his clothes off, takes your clothes off, imagines all that stepsister porn shit in his brain while he rails you, because he’s broken, sits up and maneuvers you so you’re under him, fucks you so hard your head hits his headboard and wonders idly if you’re filming this for whatever little hustle you’ve got going on. Secret cameras exist. You’re a pro, really, you are, and you scratch his back and suck his neck and call him Daddy, and Leon likes that but not tonight.  

“You got any siblings?” He says, one hand by your head, balancing his body so he doesn’t crush you, the other gripping the headboard. You tighten your legs around his hips, smile a little goofy, and keep his cock nice and snug and tight inside of you. He feels your walls hugging his cock.

“Yeah,” you say, and Leon wonders if you check his porn history. Same wifi and all that. Can people do that? Because you say, “A stepbrother.” 

Leon cums inside of you, paints your insides with his seed and when he pulls out he uses that dumbass bear shirt to clean you off. He goes to shower, feeling manly for banging his hot, young roommate, when you call out, “Can I have my lace panties back? The ones with the white hearts on them. They’re pink. Think they’d look cute for the video I wanna film,” but Leon cuts you off. Opens his shower door, turns the water on and stands outside while it warms up. 

Quirks a brow. Pretends to be clueless, wonders why you’re just laying in bed still while his cum is probably sticking to your cervix.

You laugh, sit up in bed and toss your dirty shirt into his hamper. 

“I know you took them from my laundry basket,” you say, but you’re not judging. You’re cool with it, and ultimately, that’s why Leon likes you so much. Girl of his dreams and all. Leon feels comfortable with you. He’s never felt like this around anyone. You're the least judgmental woman that Leon has ever met.

The shower is hot now, but he walks to his closet and opens his sock drawer, grabs the panties that you’re asking for and tosses them to you on the bed. You cackle.

So much for limp dick Leon. He jacks off again in the shower, all thanks to you.

────

Honest truth? Leon has never lived with a woman. Not like this.

He says it’s hard to live with you, because he’s a negative bastard, but he really doesn’t know if it’d be like this with any woman. Isn’t sure if it’s normal for stuffed animals to cover every square inch of the house, doesn’t know if all women sit on their roommate's bathroom counter and get their little toe marks on the mirror when they do their makeup, because his bathroom lighting is better. One of these days, Leon swears you’re going to ask him to switch rooms with you, and he honestly doesn’t know if he’d be able to say no. 

You’ve lived with him for six months now.

Today, Leon’s off of work. And you? You’re driving him crazy. 

You’re ruining his couch, drenched yourself in coconut oil after your shower and you’re completely naked, drying off on the couch which really means just destroying the leather. And Leon’s dick is hard because he accidentally sat on your bunny stuffed animal, and you smacked him on the arm and - yup. It’s that easy these days. He's that easy for you.

Doesn't hurt that you're naked and shiny.

“Do you have an Instagram, Leon?” You randomly ask, while he sits on the ground of his own living room since you’re hogging the couch. He’s flicking through channels, leaning against the end of the couch where your feet are, and he swears you're purposely bumping your cute, pink painted toes into his head. Ruining his hair, you little brat. 

He makes no move to change seating position though. Too busy dealing with the emotions of realizing that he’s upset you haven’t called him Lee in weeks. 

“No,” he says, scoffing because he’s a drama queen. Probably picked that up from you. All he can think about is the fact that you smell like a tropical vacation, one he’s never taken, and that you’re all oiled up and so is your pussy because you shaved. He could slip right in. Taste you, feel you melt on his tongue, bend you over and rub the head of his dick through the oil on your thigh and fuck you in your ass -

“You’re so old,” you reply, sitting up. Leon turns his full attention to you, sits on the couch, loves the way your stomach has a roll and that you’ve got stretch marks on your tits yet you’re so young and so hot and so tight in the way that only women your age are. Don’t get him wrong - he likes older women too. It’s more about the personality of a woman then the looks that get him going, but you? You’re every wet dream he’s ever had come to life. Put the girls in the porn he watches to shame. 

He wants to lick your pussy. Instead, he says, “Can I see your account?” 

Leon plays dumb. He’s got an Instagram, no pictures and his user is rookiecookiecop, but he only uses it to jerk off to pictures of girls in bikinis that look like you. He doesn’t get it, all this talk about don’t objectify me from girls your age, when all you lot do is show your body off online in skimpy clothes. Begging for attention. At least you make money off of it, link in your bio and everything.

To be fair though, sometimes Leon logs on and watches fridge organization videos, or loyalty test street interviews. Podcast clips, depending on the algorithm of the day. God forbid he accidentally finds one of those Republican blonde chicks hot. You can’t tell someone's political affiliation just from their bikini pics, but a mistake like that will fuck up his Explore page for sure. But they're entertaining enough, all those videos, while he’s warming his dick up with a hand in his pants in his bed at night.

You hand Leon your phone, and your page is cute. Coffee everyday, pink hair clips and little keychains on your purse and lots of cleavage and little skirts and friends just as hot as you. Pictures of the dinners Leon has taken you out to, or when he drives you in his car somewhere, or when you watch a movie together. His arm is the only thing showing in these photos, of course, but his chest feels full of something like love, because he’s a pathetic idiot loser pervert, but it’s kind of nice you want to document your time with him. His arm looks sexy too. His new protein powder must be working.

A lot of guys comment on your stuff, and then Leon can’t help but ask, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend? Why do you type in all lowercase?” You laugh at the second part, scoot closer to him, take your phone back and set your phone on the coffee table and place a hand in the middle of his chest to push him down. You shrug, before climbing up his body, settling on his face.

Your confidence - it’s fucking sexy. Treating Leon like you own him. You sort of do, he’ll admit it. He wants you to know it too.

“‘Cause I got you,” you say, possibly the most romantic thing Leon’s heard in fifteen years. “You're such a good friend. Take good care of me. You don't judge me," and then you add, "Lick my pussy, Daddy?” And Leon does. ‘Course he does. You’re his roommate, his crush, the girl of his dreams - but most of all, you’re his baby, aren’t you? You give him hell, need his protection, live with him and he provides for you and -

He sucks your clit into his mouth. On his face, you cum three times, all from his tongue which makes him feel pretty good. You’re the only girl he knows who is so willing to have her ass played with, his perfect little slut, so he fingers your hole and nearly gets a charley horse in his bicep when his arm tenses up keeping you in place in his face. It feels good, holding you down and prodding at you. He wants you to squirt, but he’s not sure he’s got the skills for that quite yet. 

Probably needs more practice. He’ll ask you for some more later. 

But Leon’s pretty content right now, smothered under your pretty pussy, two fingers knuckle deep in your ass, your soft skin suffocating him because you’re right about the oil, you feel baby soft. Which works, being his baby, because you keep calling him Daddy and Leon loves it so much. You moan like he’s the best mouth you’ve ever had, which is sweet, since he hears you get yourself off in your own room constantly, and you get much louder than you are right now. 

You don’t squirt, but you’re satisfied. Thank Leon for the orgasms and his enthusiasm (ouch) before walking off to your room. You don’t offer to return the favor or anything, but it’s okay. 

Leon came in his boxers, untouched. Forget all that shit he saw online about how to fix a dick that won’t get hard. No need to cut out alcohol, no need to take magic pills, no need to eat healthy or workout less or stop porn. 

Apparently, all Leon needed was to meet someone like you. 

Phew.

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“There’s no more alcohol,” you say one night, cutting up strawberries on the kitchen counter top with no cutting board. Leon’s got to ask about the way you grew up - it’s like you know nothing about living as an adult, but who’s he to judge? Your immaturity works in his favor. He, and he knows it's sick, wants you to rely on him.

“Okay,” he says, mood a little sour from yet another shitty day at work. Another shitty day in his brain, so bad he sort of thinks he should look in his bathroom cabinet and see if those pills a doctor prescribed years ago for depression might still work. “Go buy some. You need some cash?”

You snort, which is unattractive but cute, and Leon feels a little better just being around you. You’re eating fruit salad for dinner, and even though he bought the groceries and he just came home from work, you don’t offer him any. Makes his dick stir, at your selfishness. He needs therapy, badly. But a quick fix, he realizes, can be found at the bottom of a liquor bottle.

He just can’t believe all the alcohol in the apartment is really gone - just figured you stopped looking after checking one cabinet, but. He can’t take that risk. It’s a Friday night, anyway. 

“Wanna come with me to the store?” Leon asks, shutting the fridge door after he sees nothing on interest. You nod, and then you hand him what he thinks is a strawberry, but it’s just the leaf part. You want him to throw it away, so he does. 

“Yes,” you say, so excitedly it actually almost makes Leon smile. You like him, want to hang out with him, want to be around him. Someone like you - sweet and pretty with a pussy that makes more money than his brain and his brawn, and you want to spend time with an old fuck like him. It’s flattering, honestly. 

So he drives to the store. Leon doesn’t open your door to the passenger seat, and you get all upset, huffing and sighing until Leon asks what’s wrong. “You didn’t open my door,” you bitch, and he rolls his eyes, hands you his phone that’s already connected to the bluetooth because he knows you, and he knows you want to play Katrina, Sarina, what is it again? Sabrina Carpenter? Yeah, that’s it. Leon thinks she’s pretty cute.

“I’m not your boyfriend,” Leon answers, maybe a bit too rudely, because you don’t have a snarky comment back like usual. Instead, you just dramatically look out the window while the new Britney Spears sings about trying out fuzzy pink handcuffs. Drama queen. 

You go to a corner store, because Leon doesn’t want to deal with an actual grocery store right now. Not when it’s dark outside, not when you’re in an outfit that you can’t even bend over to grab a basket in without your whole ass showing. It’s hot, shows a lot of leg even in the car, but Leon cares about you and he has a jealous streak, even if he got off last night to the thought of someone who wasn't him giving you the fuck of your life (while he watched and played clean up boy), so he opens the car door for you and takes off and holds out his jacket so you don’t flash anyone on the way out of the car. You smile a little. 

“I’ll buy you anything you want,” he teases, because it’s the cheapest 'date' in the world, and then you grin. There's a little lip gloss on your teeth, and Leon wants to lick it off. “Cigarettes?” You ask, teasing right back. Heard Leon’s drunk and coked up rant last month, about how unsexy it is when women smoke.

As if he didn’t, in his youth, ask someone a woman to put cigarette out on him. He’s got mental problems and he knows it. 

He tells you no to the cigarettes, puts his jacket back on, walks you inside the store and lets you go nuts. He picks up a basket that’s falling apart, stuffs it with too much junk and too much alcohol, and he’s a really bad person because he’s so much older than you, should be showing you good habits, but the honest truth is that he doesn’t have any. Not one. Can go months without eating a piece of broccoli, okay? He only buys healthy shit for you, like the fruit.

He walks around to find you, can see the way the other men at this corner store are looking at you, and it makes him sick - because he wonders if that’s how he looks. Is it? Like a wolf, licking his chops, ready to pounce on poor Red Riding Hood? The fact that he even remembers that fairy tale sort of makes him embarrassed, so he focuses on finding you in one of the aisles, where you’re looking at the calorie difference on powdered sugar donuts or chocolate ones. You settle on an apple pie scone thing, put it in the basket. 

“You’re an alcoholic,” you comment when you look in the basket, a little too loud, and Leon forces out a laugh. People are looking at you both, probably wondering why you’re shit talking him, or why you’re even standing together to begin with. He wonders if he looks old enough to be your dad. Hopes he doesn't, but maybe he does. People look your way, but Leon ignores them, knows you’re trailing behind him on the way up to the cash register.

Everything is fine. Normal. The smell of your perfume lingers in the air and the sound of your little heels on the ground are comforting in Leon’s ears. He gets his ID ready while he waits in line, as if he really needs to show it with his greying hair and the lines on his face when he smiles. But then -

You shriek. Leon turns around so fast, and when he realizes what happened, he drops the basket he’s holding on the ground and looks to you. You look so scared, and it’s all happening so fast but Leon realizes what’s going down and he feels an anger he’s never experienced in his entire life. 

He feels like a bad guy all the time, true - but the fact is, he’s really not. Sexual deviance aside. He had dreams of serving his community, wants to help and wants to do what’s right. He’s done good for so many people in his career, and just because he has a crippling porn addiction and an Only Fans model living in his home doesn’t mean all the good he's ever done didn't happen - or that he doesn't have an ounce left of it in his body.

Leon doesn't like what's happening, and he's not going to stand for it. Fuck no. Not when you're so upset. Some loser just smacked you on the ass - and this time, it wasn't him.

“I recognize you,” a random guy says. Ugly, reeking of marijuana and something stale. Since you moved in, Leon’s sense of smell has changed. So used to vanilla and floral and expensive and sweet that anything bad is extra noticeable now. You've changed his life. “You’re that girl, hey, John,” he calls out, and his buddy turns around. “She’s the girl I’m subscribed to.” 

You’re getting recognized at the gas station. The men standing there know what your pussy looks like, know what your nipples look like, know what you look like when you cum. Leon looks at you, and you’re about to cry, but he knows violence isn’t going to solve anything. He thinks fast, but he’s always been good at that. Leon steps towards the guys. 

“Subscribed to what? You want to explain to me what the fuck you're talking about?” He asks, and you grip his arm but he shrugs it off. Hears you tell him to let it go, it’s not worth it. But Leon’s not going to do that. No, he’s not ashamed about what you do - doesn’t think you should be either. Thinks these two punks, two guys your age that are so fucking stoned they don’t know they’re seconds away from Leon pulling the cop card and calling someone to drag their ass to the station for a drug charge.

But every cop knows - better to just scare them. So he does. 

“I’m her father, and you just smacked her ass in front of me. In public. Some man, huh? You want to tell me what that subscription is? I should beat your ass just for looking at my daughter wrong."

Leon doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Words just fly out, and he scares the fuck out of the two guys so bad that they both drop their shit and leave. Leon pays for the stuff you want, a hand on the small of your back while you try to calm down, and then he opens your car door and helps you with the seatbelt, feeling oddly protective. 

But once he sits on the driver's seat, starts the car, you break down in tears. Sobbing. Little sniffles, rubbing your face full of makeup onto the white sweater you have - and Leon knows that it’s ruining it. Staining it. He’s the one that washes it. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, the nickname rolling off his tongue. “It’s,” he doesn’t know what to say. “It’ll be okay. I’m sorry I didn’t hit them, or beat their ass, or whatever you wanted me to do but,” but you let out a wail, and undo your seatbelt, throwing yourself over the center console to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“That was so scary,” you say, and Leon feels so fucking bad. “It’s one thing when it’s virtual, you know? But in real life. It's just awful,” and you cry and cry and cry, and all Leon can think of is - duh. It’s horrible that this happened to you, makes him want to shoot both of those dicks in the, well, dick - but you had to know that real people were looking at your pics. Your videos too. Truth be told, Leon should’ve asked this a long time ago but - where are your parents? Do you seriously not have a decent adult to guide you? 

“I know, baby,” he says instead. You go back to your seat, makeup smeared, and Leon knows he’s falling hard for you because he doesn’t think it makes you unattractive. He still thinks you’re beautiful, just. A beautiful raccoon. 

He takes you home. Carries the bags from the store. You sit on the couch and pull a blanket over your lap, one of your fuzzy ones that are too small for Leon to use but fit you just right, and he puts the snacks and some of the liquor away. He’s about to take a swig out of a bottle to calm his nerves, when he hears your voice from the living room. 

“Leon,” you whimper. He walks over to you immediately. “Do you subscribe to any other girls?” Your voice sounds like you’re worried about what his answer might be, and he doesn’t understand why that’s something you’re worried about right now.

You know that Leon likes you. Look at everything he does for you. He's made it clear that even if you didn’t let him fuck you, he’d still let you live here - but at this point, you really could afford your own room somewhere. You’re friends. Why would it matter if he subscribed to - 

Wait. 

Other girls? 

Does that mean you know that he’s subscribed to you? He flushes red, flustered as he sits beside you on the couch. Hands you a little bottle of vodka to swig out of that he carried in from the kitchen, and you do. Don’t even make a face or anything. Maybe you are related. You hand the bottle back.

“I know you subscribe to me. Rookiecookiecop. Who else could it be? You've said that before when you told one of your stupid jokes.” 

Leon shakes his head, takes a swig of his own. “Could be anyone. Lots of cops. I don’t,” but he gives up. Shakes his head again and taps a finger on the bottle he's holding. “Fine. I do. Just you, though. Why’re you worried about that?”

You shrug. You look so sad and small all of a sudden, and Leon just wants to wrap you up in your stupid blanket and rock you to sleep. He doesn’t know if it’s fatherly, or a feeling a boyfriend would get. It doesn’t really matter - he just wants to take care of you. 

“I just don’t know why you don’t like me like that. Like…more. I know that you’re hot and you’ve got your shit together,” and as these words leave your mouth, Leon genuinely thinks you’re pulling his leg. That you’re teasing him. Because - you’re out of your mind. You think that he’s got his shit together? He can’t even walk past your laundry basket without grabbing a pair of your dirty panties. He let a random girl move in, he secretly subscribed to her online porn page. He’s a depressed alcoholic who shouldn’t have access to a gun for his own mental health, and you - 

You’re beautiful. Sexy. Caring, when you want to be. Leon loves you, but he doesn’t know what that means. Doesn’t know what that looks like. So he scoots closer, puts the bottle down on the coffee table, wraps one arm around your shoulders and then places his other hand on your thigh, so he’s all in your space. Your fake eyelash is falling off but he doesn’t even care, really. He presses a kiss to your nose. 

“You’re so wrong,” he whispers, because that sums it up. “About everything. You have no idea, the things you do to me,” and he’s going to regret saying this, but he has to let you know. Would feel guilty, keeping this truth from you. “You’re too good for me. You see that, don’t you? Could do so much better than all this. I can’t be your boyfriend, because you deserve someone better, baby. Okay? But I’ll be what you need me to be, as long as you need it. Just you,” you nod. You understand. Leon doesn't even need to finish his speech.

You kiss him, and you’re good at all sex acts but you could use some work with your kisses. Too much saliva, that Leon slurps up because it's you, and this is the closest he's ever gotten to a woman spitting in his mouth. Your teeth knock into each other for a second. Leon loves it. Reminds him of his first kiss, and his dick swells up in his pants. “Lee,” you whisper against his lips, and Leon missed that nickname but he still cringes, cups your face with one hand, uses his thumb to try to clean some of your makeup up. “Want you to be Daddy tonight.” 

Leon can do that. 

────

You like to call Leon Daddy, and he gets it. Understands the appeal, because anytime he sees a woman over thirty with big tits he wants to call them Mommy. There’s something comforting about choosing your own authority figure - to just relax, turn your brain off, have someone else make all the rules for you. 

Leon wouldn’t consider himself dominant. Sometimes he worries he’s only two porn categories away from having a foot fetish, truth be told, because he just likes the feeling of someone else taking control.

And, because he paid for your pedicure last month and you let him look at your toes close up to see where his hard earned government money went. You're so sexy to him, you bring out new fetishes - and Leon thinks that's beautiful.

He loves your bratty behavior. Loves that you tease him about his drinking habits and his porn addiction and his age, loves that you disregard his needs unless you need something from him, like cash to get your nails done or to buy something dumb at the mall. He’s pretty sure that even with all the money you make, he’s the one solely funding your coffee habit. You’re selfish, and rude, but you’re so hot and you’re so young and Leon likes that about you. Loves that he can take care of you, be your Daddy, someone you trust and look up to - even when he bends to every single whim you have, and sometimes feels like your bitch boy more than anything else. 

Your dynamic gives him a chance to be the pathetic loser he wants while also tricking him into thinking of himself like a winner. Because yeah, you might wear his balls around your neck because even when you don’t sleep in his bed, he lets you keep your stuffed animals in his bed all night with him just in case you come in there if you have a nightmare, but you’re dumb enough and sexy enough that everytime he gets a chance to play with you he feels like the man. Other men can only dream of living the kind of life he lives with you, and for the first time, Leon really does feel like he’s a winner. 

He’s such a loser. 

You wanna be babied tonight? Leon will do that. He carries you to his bedroom, eats up the way you compliment his big, strong arms, is supposed to be in charge but you tell him exactly what to do. How you want him to fuck you, how many fingers you want him to use when he opens you up, if he’s allowed to give you any hickeys (no, and it’s just a slap in the face at this point because Leon’s never marked you up - but you’ve done it to him, make it impossible for him to get laid by anyone else). 

“Daddy,” you say, when Leon gently takes your clothes off, positions himself between your legs and softly licks up your slit. You’re not even wet yet, which means this Daddy thing is more than just sexual for you. Truth be told, Leon did always figure you had no relationship, or a strained one with your father. On Father’s Day this year, you did a 24-hour broadcast on your camming account, and Leon’s pretty sure any woman doing that has daddy issues that run bone deep. 

But who’s he to judge? Imagining that he’s your father can get his dick so hard, sometimes he can literally cum without touching himself. 

“Yeah, baby,” Leon assures, licking your pussy and running a finger lightly around your clit, teasing before he drags his finger down and pushes it inside of you. Your back arches off the bed like it feels so fucking good, and maybe it does, but Leon doesn’t know how it compares when he knows you shove ten inch dildos in your pussy on camera. He’s bought you one before. “Daddy’s here.”

“Fuck me,” you say, like you changed your mind about the foreplay. You’re wet enough now that Leon doesn’t feel bad for fucking you without getting you all properly good and wet, so he positions himself on top of you, spits in his hand and rubs it on the tip of his aching hard dick, because yeah, he’s already that turned on, has a hero complex and the fact that you were all over him with tears, well - he's a cop for a reason.

And then he pushes his dick inside of you, and you cry and scratch his back so hard that he hisses - but he knows he just stretched your tight little cunt out without much warning. It's what you wanted though, what you demanded from him, right?

“Tell me something sweet,” you beg, and Leon looks down at you, taken aback. You’re always the flirty one in bed - saying filthy, sexy things. Bending yourself into crazy positions, but right now you really seem upset. Maybe you’re more emotionally disturbed than Leon thought. Maybe you really do have problems that lead you to live this kind of lifestyle. Maybe Leon’s a worse guy than he thought -

But you being so vulnerable is making his balls tighten, much faster than usual, and he fucks you so brutal and so rough and the only sweet thing he can think of really isn’t that sweet at all. 

“Perfect little slut,” he manages to say, pulling out so he doesn’t cum inside of you. "You make a real pretty cumrag." If you’re filming tomorrow, he feels bad about giving you a creampie - doesn't know if you can get it all out in time to get a close up of your pussy. Not fair to you. So he pulls his dick out before he can cum, jerks himself off for a second before he busts his nut all over your sweet little stomach and that sexy belly button ring. He’ll help you properly clean it when you're both done. 

Leon sucks. He didn’t get you off. Came in about five minutes. But - 

“Lick the cum off. Finish me off,” you whine, so Leon does, licks his own seed off of your stomach, your skin warm and soft under his tongue. To be honest, he doesn’t taste that bad, which makes sense why you’re so obsessed with sucking his dick. Protein powder for the win again, he supposes. Leon cleans you off, and then he licks you out. You cum from his tongue pressed hard in your hole, his thumb circling your clit. 

He’s Daddy, so he carries you to the bath and lets you tease him about being a grown man in a pink bubble bath. It’s your bath bomb that you're both using, but, yup, you guessed it - Leon likes the humiliation. Dick half hard and pressing into your back while you two relax together and raise the cost of his water bill. You love your baths. Take one almost every day.

“You feel better?” He asks, rubbing up and down your soft thigh. Leon kisses your head. 

“Yeah,” you say, a little happier than before. “I really like you, Leon. You take such good care of me. You’d make a really good boyfriend.” You’re silent, while Leon absorbs the compliment that gets rid of about two years of emotional trauma inside of him. Then you break the silence. 

“Why’d you tell those guys you were my dad?” You giggle, and Leon shrugs. He’s embarrassed, because he doesn’t even know himself. “First thing I thought of,” he admits, and you lean back against his chest. All is right in the world. Until - 

“Don’t get mad, Leon, but,” and then you tell him. You tell him the truth. 

That you’ve secretly been filming every single time you've had sex with him. You explain that it gets the highest views, and you always crop out his face, and now that people know he’s your dad they’ll probably tell the internet forums, because after all, you are a very popular creator. So it works out, you say, that Leon pretended to be your dad today. People online are into that kind of shit, you tell him, and pretty please don’t be mad. 

Leon, he’s - he doesn’t even know. Doesn’t even know what to fucking say. You’ve been secretly filming him fucking you, putting it online and - 

That’s a crime. That’s literally a fucking crime. Men go to jail for that sort of thing. For a long time. Leon is speechless. He feels betrayed. Violated. Even worse, you pocketed all the money you got from those videos?

You must take his lack of talking to mean he's not mad. So you start lathering yourself in soap, chatting about the pink flip phone you want Leon to buy you, one you saw on eBay a few weeks ago, so you can get one to match his artifacts. Leon wants the bath to swallow him down the drain. 

“I,” he says, pulling away from you just slightly. “I don’t,” he can’t form a thought. “No.” But he says it like a question. “You know that’s illegal, don’t you? I could lose my job.”

And then you turn to him, eyes big, the makeup almost all washed off after crying. Your lips are in a pout, and you rub your ass against his cock. You're manipulative, Leon sees it now. You're smarter than you look, and Leon feels queasy and...a little scared?

“Daddy,” you say, and he guesses you're back to that now. You know how to play him. Forget selling pictures of your body - you need to make a fucking online course to teach women how to get away with murder.

“Please?” Another pause, and you lick your lips like you’re thinking and it makes Leon want to groan. “I mean, if you told anyone, they’d know it was you. Plus, if you really did get fired, we could probably just make more videos for more money. It’s not a big deal.”

Leon feels like he hates you a little bit. Feels like he walked into a trap, a prison with his eyes closed, and now he's stuck.

But somehow, by the end of the bath - Leon steps out with his dick painfully hard, dries the both of you off, and pulls his phone out while you cuddle up to him in bed. He buys you the phone you asked for, all while you read the comments and requests from your viewers and subscribers out loud to him. 

“Put your dad in panties,” you read, literally throwing your head back in a laugh. Leon is red in the face, but the truth is?

He’s never been so hard. 

And he’s pretty sure you do have access to his porn history - 

How’d you know his favorite category was Blackmail?

[tinysunshine]

i don’t even know where to start. another masterpiece from miss-oranje-disco-dancer 😍

the plot, the dynamic between leon and reader and chris - my itch is scratched. this fic and this dynamic is everything to me. i could write an essay on what this fic means to me, but i’ll settle for some of my favorite moments 😋

for starters: when chris is telling leon not to fuck reader’s throat even though he fucks leon’s throat 😭 everything about that…gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. leon kennedy my favorite switch (bottom) i love you so much 😚

Chris can deny you his cock and still get sucked off, and you know this. Dada is a slut. The good thing is that when Chris is done using Leon to quell his frustrations, Leon will come find you, dick hard and ready in his hand. DELICIOUS. ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS. leon being used by chris and then using reader? i’m - 🤤🤤🤤

Leon can hear Chris taunting him with one hand around his cock, jerking him off from behind and the other clamped over his mouth so he doesn't wake you up as you sleep soundly - in a t-shirt and panties - on the other side of the bed. It's a memory, not a fantasy. you’re spoiling us with all these little details that add up to beautiful world building. i notice this in all of your fics - you are truly talented <3

You hum and nod before bringing Chris' hand to your mouth. He knows what you want, and he happily gives it over. You suck on his thumb - and, his ring finger might have a vein running straight to his heart, but this one's got a direct line down to his dick. this is so romantic to me…like i’m literally going to be thinking about this piece of text forever lmao

“God, just fuck me already," Leon groans, trying to act peeved, but coming off desperate. mhm my leon being pathetic and desperate i know that’s fucking right!!! 😋

If he has to end up on his knees, begging for something, he'd much rather it be his husband's dick than his job – both of which fuck him on the regular. YES 😊

overall, i enjoyed this fic so so so much. special mentions of leon calling reader pretty while sliding inside 🫦 and blowing leon while she jerks chris off and he helps her with his big ass hand 😀 i will be rereading this. such a unique fic, and you’re such a talented writer. i have so much more to say, but i’ll sum it up by saying: 5 stars! ⭐️

i will be thinking about this fic for years to come idc <3 thank you for posting this 🩷 delicious beautiful changed my life etc

three's company too!

pairing: chreon x reader

cws/tags: pwp, ddlg, breeding kink, oral, unprotected p in v, anal, threesome, two dudes jerking each other off and it is gay bc they're married (but also they have a girlfriend?!), use of princess parts (sorry), pacifier mention, age gap, degradation but only towards leon, praise towards reader

summary: filth. leon and chris are married (old man yaoi is real), and they meet reader on a dating app and she becomes their little girl.

a/n: i audibly sighed while trying to think of what to say here. sorry for the random three's company reference at the end? i don't really plan when I write and that song is now stuck in my head.

i have not proofread this enough but i've been working on it for so long i'm falling asleep at my computer

wc: 4k

taglist:

@rigorwhoring @pawrincss @xoxoloveless @admirxation @onlyasimp4-2dbitches @pr3ttyd0llie @angelstargel

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You met on a dating site. You used to hate those profiles of married couples “looking for a third”, but it was two men, which was novel, and both of them were sexy as Hell to put it mildly. DILFs, yeah, that’s the word. 

You met up at a bar despite the fact that neither of them were very into drinking. You were nervous about the idea of going on a date with two middle-aged men, and were grateful for the liquid courage, especially after you learned they were both hotter in person. The taller one smelled like cigarettes, and the shorter one smelled like the leather of his jacket. Both of them had naturally sultry voices that already made you feel an aching sensation building between your thighs despite the conversation being innocuous.

Chris and Leon. Taller and shorter. Older and younger. Brown-eyed and blue-eyed. Top and bottom, you later found out. The fact that they worked in the same field and were both physically attractive were the only two things the two had in common. Oh, and the fact that they slept in the same bed. 

Their profile indicated that they were looking for someone to be their little girl. You, of course, inquired further through messages before meeting up, but there was still much to work out in regards to this unusual situation.

“Are you looking for a girlfriend or a child to adopt?” you asked, playfully, knowing - hoping - the former was the answer. 

“We might be old, but we still understand how dating apps work. We would’ve gone to an adoption agency if we wanted a literal baby.”

DD/LG was just a fantasy until then. 

“How far are you willing to go?”

Pacifier? Yes. Plastic cutlery? Yes. “Princess parts”? Yes, Daddy. 

Daddy and Dada.

Sometimes Daddy’s gone, sometimes Dada’s gone, but someone has to be there to take care of baby. 

Someone has to dress you, brush your hair and kiss your cheeks. Most importantly, someone has to fuck you. Living with one hot man is hard enough, but two – you feel like you’re constantly going shopping for new panties since you’re always wet around them. It’s a good thing you don’t have to pay for anything yourself. 

The idea of three people being in a romantic partnership is still pretty new to the world, so you have your worries about the stares you might get when people see you out on dates. Luckily, your busy boyfriends like to spend most of their free time in the bedroom - or on the couch, the living room floor, the kitchen counter, and of course, the shower. 

You’re their little toy, in a way. It’s like playing with a Barbie doll, except Barbie usually gets dressed up, while you spend a lot of your time undressed. Plus, Barbie has a career outside of being a hot girl. You don’t - and it’s fucking phenomenal. Currently, besides playing with your daddies, you’re working on finishing all 43 animated Barbie movies. So far, Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses has proved to be the best. You’re halfway through the movie and three-quarters of the way through a bowl of popcorn when Leon - Dada - comes through the door, looking worn out despite the fact that it’s early afternoon. 

He gains energy quickly when you greet him with a hug and a kiss. Without even bothering to turn the TV off, Leon throws you over his shoulder and walks you to the bedroom. 

“Hey! What are you doing? I was busy,” you whine, flailing helplessly - not that you’re trying very hard to get away. 

All you get in response is a light smack on the ass, and maybe it’s the blood rushing to your head while you’re in this position, or maybe it’s anticipation of the pleasure that’s to come, but it makes you feel dizzy.

It feels like your mind is going fuzzy, and all you can think about is Leon’s body above yours, his warm hands and gentle touch, the way his stubble tickles your skin from your neck to your inner thighs, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. By the time his cock is in your mouth, your brain is blank. 

You’re more than satisfied by Dada, but when Daddy comes home, you’re happy to have him too.

Daddy gets to have you the way he wants you: completely fucked-out since Dada has already taken his turn with you. When Chris' cock slides into you, drool is already dripping from the corners of your mouth. He wipes it off with the pad of his thumb and coos at you, "got yourself all messy, huh, baby girl?"

You babbled on and on while Leon had his way with you - so much so that he shoved a pacifier between your lips - now you've got nothing but the occasional, hoarse, 'Daddy'. Chris can tell that Leon fucked your throat, which he has insisted that Leon not do, even if (and when) you ask for it.

"It's too much for her. I worry about her, okay?"

"But not about me? You did that to me yesterday." (Leon's voice is hoarse like yours).

"You're a grown man, Leon. You can take it. Plus, I know you like it."

It's not like Leon can argue with that.

When Daddy finds you, you've got nothing on but mismatched socks - which you clearly picked out yourself - and panties covered in a white sticky substance, another sign that Dada had gotten to be inside you first.

There's no rivalry between Chris and Leon - that's the kind of thing that exists between friends who try to share a woman, but Chris and Leon are not friends. Friends don't have matching wedding bands.

Yeah, your Dada and Daddy don't only fuck you, they also fuck each other. You're the only one who gets jealous - that is, when they have sex without you.

Chris was already deep inside Leon when they both heard a whimper in the doorway and craned their necks to see you with a trembling lower lip and tears threatening to fall from your glossy eyes.

"Oh, baby," Leon coos. He's quick to shove Chris off of him, so he can coddle you. Luckily, Chris finds it amusing the way Leon breaks so easily. All you have to do is pout and he caves to your every wish.

You learn that Dada caves easier, but Daddy caves harder. Dada will give you a snack and sit you down in front of the TV, but Daddy - after a bit more convincing - will hold you until you both fall asleep on the couch, watching your favorite movie for the umpteenth time.

This is the dynamic, not only in regards to rewards, but also in regards to punishments. Dada is irritable and will give you a light smack on the bottom if you bother him after he told you not to, but Daddy will give you the silent treatment after you throw a tantrum.

Of course, when Chris sees the consequences of his own actions - you, teary-eyed in Leon's lap - he apologizes in the way he knows you like most.

With kisses.

Everywhere. Especially there.

It's a weekend, so everyone's in a good mood, but you are particularly cheery when Chris takes you to bed to have playtime with him. When he lays you down on the bed, intending to kiss you, you begin to sing a little tune to him.

Daddy and Baby sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage.

Chris can get on board with the first part of your song. He sure as Hell is going to kiss you, and fuck, if he doesn't love you, and if it were possible to be married to more than one person, he might do just that.

It's the final detail that concerns him.

"Uh-uh. No baby in a carriage."

"Why not, Daddy?" you whine.

"Because I've got my baby right here." The kisses have already begun trailing down your neck, and continue to make their way downwards.

"But, Daddy, I want you to give me a baby."

"If you keep whining, you're not gonna get anything."

Chris can deny you his cock and still get sucked off, and you know this. Dada is a slut. The good thing is that when Chris is done using Leon to quell his frustrations, Leon will come find you, dick hard and ready in his hand.

So, when you sing the song to Dada because it's very catchy and now it's stuck in your head, he shushes you sweetly and then, takes one tit in each hand, giving one a playful suck and pulling off with a pop and saliva slick lips. 

You get your spit-covered chin from your Dada. Daddy doesn't have those same pathetic tendencies. You're not pathetic, Leon is. You once got confused when Chris said this, so Daddy had to rush over to hold you and kiss your teary cheeks.

Your eyes are a little watery by the time Dada actually takes your panties off - you've nearly cum from him licking you through the fabric. You kick your legs in excitement when Leon spits on your clit, dragging it down your cunt with his fingers which work you open efficiently. He has you cum once on his tongue while you tug at his hair - you're the only person allowed to do that - before he positions himself at your entrance.

Simultaneously more and less clear-headed, you say to Leon, "Daddy didn't like my song. Did you like it?"

He could say 'yes' and move on but he can't think straight so he blurts out, "what song?" and has to hear the verse again. "It's pretty baby," Leon says when you finish singing. He kisses your forehead before sliding into you. "Just like you."

"He said 'no baby'," you pout.

"What did he say 'no' about, baby?" Leon caresses your cheek, trying to soothe you after Daddy denied his baby something. Leon can't handle seeing you even the slightest bit sad.

"Dada," you whine, though Leon's not poking fun, he really doesn't understand the miscommunication. "No baby in the baby carriage!"

"You asked him for a baby?" Leon's breath hitches as he bottoms out. You must be doing this on purpose, he thinks. Talking to him about making a baby while he's inside you. You haven't even asked him yet and he's ready to say 'yes'. He's ready to beg.

"Yeah, I wanted Daddy to put a baby in me."

Leon doesn't care that you're not talking about him, he's lost all semblance of rational thought when you say, 'put a baby in me'.

"Dada, can you give me a baby?"

"Shit, baby," he hisses, "gonna make me cum."

Leon should be embarrassed – he's been inside you for less than five minutes and he's already nearing the edge. He's closer to 50 than 20. Chris cannot find out about this. Leon can hear Chris taunting him with one hand around his cock, jerking him off from behind and the other clamped over his mouth so he doesn't wake you up as you sleep soundly - in a t-shirt and panties - on the other side of the bed. It's a memory, not a fantasy.

The memory brings him closer. He's moaning loudly, but he's still quieter than you when you beg him not to pull out.

"Dada, please, oh, please." The way you squeeze around him is unintentional. "Want it inside."

"Yeah? Not gonna let me pull out?'

You wrap your legs around him as you cry out in pleasure, orgasm coursing through your veins.

"Oh fuck," Leon groans. "Dada's gonna put a baby in you, yeah?"

You hear the last few words as you come down from your high, shaking and squirming.

"Gotta stay still and be good, baby. I know you can do it. You're my good girl."

Leon grips your thighs and increases his speed. He wants to get there faster, knowing you're overstimulated. He also wants to make you scream. He wants Chris to hear you begging him to get you pregnant.

"Please, Dada, please. I want you to put a baby in me"

"I know, baby, I know. I–" You clamp down around him, your body trying to take what you so desperately need from him. He tries so hard to be gentle with you but you make it nearly impossible. Leon holds your legs to your chest so he fuck you deeper.

With a string of expletives, Leon cums inside you.

Once he regains the thoughts in his mind and the feeling in his dick, Leon pulls out of you and watches you ruin his sheets more than you already had. He's sweating like he just ran a marathon, he realizes when he runs his hand through his hair and finds it sticking to his forehead.

When he leans down to kiss you, you tell him, "Ew, Dada, you're all sticky!"

"I'm all sticky?" He swipes his fingers across your cunt and brings them to your face. "No, you're all sticky."

You pout and he takes the opportunity to wipe his fingers clean on your bottom lip.

"I'm gonna go get something to clean up with, alright?" he says, leaving you with a kiss on each temple.

Leon's barely left the bed when Chris walks in with a look on his face that makes Leon feel guilty for an unknown reason.

"Dada said bad words," you announce with a grin.

"Oh, did he now?" Chris asks, looking at Leon.

"When? Was it when I came? I don't remember what I said - I probably blacked out."

"Daddy, he needs a spanking."

Chris stifles a laugh - he's never even thought to spank Leon despite the fact that, if his actions were put up against the rules you're supposed to abide by, he would be considered very naughty.

"Oh yeah?" Chris gives you a wink before reaching over to smack Leon on the ass, hard enough to leave a handprint.

"What the f- heck was that? Are you really going to reward tattletale behavior?" The cheeks on Leon's face are as red as the ones on his ass because Chris has a face that can make anyone feel guilty. It must be a cop thing, Leon thinks.

You're laughing so hard your eyes are watering as you watch from the bed until Chris turns to you and says, "You think this is funny? It's gonna be your turn next."

Chris drops his hardass act when Leon's finally out of the room and he's alone with you.

"I'm just kidding, baby," he says, all soft and sweet. "I would never give you a spanking. You're too cute."

Your tits are out, and Chris can't help but take the opportunity to play with them. When his fingertips meet your sensitive nipples, your whole body jolts in response.

"Too much, baby? Was Dada too rough with you?"

"No, Dada did a good job."

"A good job?"

"Yeah, I asked him for a baby and he said 'yes'."

"So, you wanna have his baby now? Not mine?"

"No, I want both, but you said 'no'."

"I changed my mind, baby. I'll give it to you whenever you want it."

"Now. I want it now."

Chris wants it now too, but you look so tired with those half-lidded sleepy eyes.

"How about a nap first?"

You agree on the condition that he takes one too. He's too lazy to put on pajamas, so he strips down to his underwear, turns out the light, and climbs into bed with you. It's a stupid mistake. He should know you better by now.

When he thinks you're asleep, he hears a rustle in the covers and feels your fingers make their way to his waistband.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't sleep."

Too tired and too hard to argue, he lets you have your way.

"Here," he says, replacing your hands with his own. "Let me do it."

You're already lubed up thanks to Leon so it's easier for him to fuck you, but he's gentle still.

"Can't sleep without me inside you? Is that it?"

You hum and nod before bringing Chris' hand to your mouth. He knows what you want, and he happily gives it over. You suck on his thumb - and, his ring finger might have a vein running straight to his heart, but this one's got a direct line down to his dick.

Chris fucks you nice and slow, letting you nod off while he's balls-deep inside you. There's something satisfying about filling you up while you're sound asleep, making you his while you're still in your dream state, pliant and quiet. He knows you'll be happy to find the mess he left behind when you wake up. The orgasm hits him hard, and he's too tired to pull out and he succumbs to sleep while he's still inside you.

Leon is your alarm clock.

"Had some fun without me?" He's almost offended. Almost.

Chris shushes him, and points to you. He and Leon have mastered the art of silent communication. After a back-and-forth of furrowed brows and grimaces, Leon climbs into bed on the other side of Chris.

With practiced stealth, Chris turns to Leon. "Are you jealous that I came inside her instead of you?"

"No, I'm not jealous at all. I think you're the jealous one. You only wanted to cum inside her because I already did."

Both things can be true.

"So you don't want Daddy to fill you up?" Chris asks, serious about the sex, but at least half-joking about the daddy comment.

"God, just fuck me already," Leon groans, trying to act peeved, but coming off desperate.

“No," Chris says simply. "I'm not rewarding rude behavior."

He gets off on power, on dishing out orders and discipline. It's what he's used to, anyway. It's easy to transition from Captain to Daddy.

Leon's naturally nurturing, and had everything turned out differently, he'd be a great dad – thus, he's a great Dada. But just as that comes naturally, so does submission. He's been trained into it. The leader says and Leon does, shutting off the part of his brain that wants to rebel makes him feel safe. Being a good, mostly obedient agent is what's kept him alive.

He much prefers the consequences for his misbehavior in the bedroom to the ones at work. If he has to end up on his knees, begging for something, he'd much rather it be his husband's dick than his job – both of which fuck him on the regular.

"Want me to apologize? Is that it?" Leon asks.

"No, I want you to shut the fuck up." Chris lifts the covers and Leon knows what to do. He's a well-trained dog when it comes to earning a bone.

Chris turns on the lamp on the bedside table and lowers the bedsheets so that he can see Leon while he fucks his throat. 'Cause he's the type of guy to get sentimental in times like these.

You wake up to the sound of Chris grunting and Leon gagging. It's obvious even in your sleepy haze what they're up to. You turn around, not wanting to be left out.

To everyone's surprise, you take the initiative. "Dada, it's mine," you say nudging him.

Chris looks at you, confused and curious, but the truth is: his cock is yours, just as much as your pussy is his.

Leon, equally intrigued, pulls back and wipes the spit from his mouth. "Want a turn, baby?"

You nod and swiftly take Leon's place. You're even messier than he is – leaving sloppy kisses all over Chris' cock. You're barely awake and already needy. His hands behind his head grip the pillowcase as he hangs on for dear life.

Leon's half-lidded, glossy eyes are perceptive as ever, and one look at Chris has him sliding down his sweatpants so he can fuck his own fist to the sight.

Your fixation on Chris lets Leon get away with stroking himself off for a moment until you notice. The look you give him makes him think you'll scold him somehow, but when you remove his hand – as he suspected you would – you replace it with your own, repeating your words from before, "Dada, it's mine."

"It's yours, baby," he agrees, breathless and dying for your touch.

When your lips meet Leon's cock, he pets the top of your head. "So sweet, baby," he mumbles.

All the while one hand remains on Chris' cock, trying your best to jerk him off simultaneously. Doing two things at once is difficult when you're so passionate about both acts, so Chris wraps his hand around yours, guiding your movements.

"Daddy's so proud of you, doing so good for me."

His praise fuels your dedication, and it doesn't take long for Chris to cum into your hand and Leon in your mouth.

While Chris and Leon are cleaning themselves up, you slip out of bed, but before you get to the door, Chris says, "Where do you think you're going, baby?"

You turn around and shrug.

He stretches his arms out and mouths 'come here' and you climb back into bed to accept the affection he offers you. But while you're in Chris' arms, Leon's lips meet the nape of your neck and his hands trail down your body with a mission in mind.

"I think we need to reward our good girl," Leon says.

Chris’ agreement isn’t verbal. Instead, he turns you around so Leon can have better access to you. You part your legs for Leon, putting your cunt on display, slick with your arousal and his husband’s release. 

“Wow, baby, you’ve got the prettiest princess parts I’ve ever seen.”

It’s something you’ve heard him say countless times before but it never fails to make your cheeks feel hot. 

“Wish I could see ‘em,” Chris says.

Leon’s hands massage your thighs, marveling at the sight before him, before he lays flat on his stomach so that his head is level with your pussy.  

“Will you let Daddy kiss these pretty lips, baby?” Chris whispers in your ear. 

You nod and he cups your chin to guide you gently towards his own lips. It’s hard to kiss him when Leon plays with you. You whimper as his fingers glide along your slit. 

“I think you deserve some special kisses from Dada too,” Leon mumbles before pressing a kiss to your clit. 

You’re a sensitive girl. The pleasure you feel is almost overwhelming as Leon laps at your folds. Your legs quiver as you get closer to the edge, and Leon has to hold them open while Chris soothes you, running his hands down your sides and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

What sounds like ‘Dada’ comes out as a sob as your body jolts with your orgasm. Pleasure courses through you in waves, and you shudder through the aftershocks. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, Chris hoists you up and off the bed. 

“We really need to shower now, baby,” he says, patting you on the bottom as a sign to make your way to the en suite.  

“And clean the sheets,” Leon adds. 

Leon is about to strip the bed when you and Chris stop in the bathroom doorway. “Are you coming?” Chris asks. 

“You think we’ll all fit?” Leon asks. 

“You know what they say…” You chime in. 

“What? Are you gonna sing the Three’s Company song again?”

“No, I was going to say, ‘the more the merrier’, but I can sing it if you want me to.”

Leon sees the glint in your eye and immediately regrets bringing it up. “I’m okay, thanks,” he says with an expectant grin as he walks towards you. 

“Come and knock on our door…” you begin quietly. 

“Alright, Suzanne Somers, get in before the hot water runs out,” Chris says. 

“We’ve been waiting for you…” You sing, looking at Leon, as you step in. 

He follows behind in both step and verse with, “Where the kisses are hers, and his, and his…”

Chris sighs and mutters the final words, “Three’s company too.”

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Kiss Me More !

( Death Island!Leon x GN!reader || clingy bf teases u with his stubble ♡ )

“Aw, c'mon pretty baby, you don't like it when I do this?” Leon teases you, big arms wrapped around your torso to keep you in place. His stubble against your neck, you squirm in place, trying to get out of his hold.

The more you moved, the more his stubble tickled against your neck, sending prickly tickling sensations down your skin. Which makes you whine. “Uh uh babe, you're not going anywhere.” He tuts, keeping you in place even more. He peppers your neck in kisses, his lips lingering against your skin longer than usual. He missed you a lot. Missed kissing your pretty face, missed the way you giggled when his stubble scratched against your cheek, the whole nine yards.

His lips travel up your skin, Leon stops at your cheek. “Missed you so much, babe. You know that?” He says into your warmth, soaking it up the best he could with his own.

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★ RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ★

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── DEATH ISLAND. LEON x FEMALE. READER ˎˊ˗

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note: masterlist. some of these headcanons are about sex and that kind of topic. if you aren't comfortable with it, ignore this post. thank you!

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LEON KENNEDY: you like to see how he shaves his stubble or when he shapes it, even when he lets it grow a little. but, you always tell him to leave it because you like the way it feels when he kisses you or when he caresses your neck with his lips and chin.

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LEON KENNEDY: you enjoy the feeling of having his rough cheeks brush against your inner thighs when he eats you out, grabbing his head to pull him closer to you.

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LEON KENNEDY: sometimes, he will ask you to tighten your legs around his head on purpose. he loves that you can feel the friction of the prickly hairs on his jaw and cheeks scratching your skin, he knows perfectly well that it increases the sensations for you, and he adores it.

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LEON KENNEDY: you love riding his thick thighs and feeling his hair on them, feeling them against your skin every time you let your hips return to his, is something you love.

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LEON KENNEDY: you love the fact that he trims his pubic hair without removing it completely. making it so that every time you suck his cock in that messy way he loves, your saliva spills at the base of his pelvis. what he likes most is watching you slurp it again, the way your nose caresses his skin every time you deep-throat him makes him drive horny.

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LEON KENNEDY: you can't even mention the satisfying way he moans when you take his balls in your mouth to slurp on them like there's no tomorrow.

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LEON KENNEDY: he loves to see a white ring on his cock that surrounds it when he's fucking you.

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LEON KENNEDY: he wants to see the way you squeeze him and cum around him. how your fluids stain his skin and pelvis. it's your personal way of marking him, and he loves it. he wants to smell like you, even taste like you.

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LEON KENNEDY: he enjoys strangling you so you can feel his biceps curve around your neck, and you can grab his forearm with your small hands to caress the hair on his skin.

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LEON KENNEDY: he can be gentle in bed, taking care of you to make you feel like a queen. but, when something happens at work, be prepared. he will tie you up if you fight and force you to take his cock until it reaches the back of your throat, without giving you a chance to escape.

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LEON KENNEDY: leon is a passionate devouring your cunt. he will eat you until you feel overstimulated and disgustingly sensitive to him. seeing you helpless and adorable in his crystalline eyes hits unique for him.

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LEON KENNEDY: he'll probably fuck you anywhere in the house; leaning against the kitchen counter, in front of the mirror in your room, on top of the bathroom sink, on the coffee table. any place is perfect for him after you make him so hard with your charms.

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LEON KENNEDY: you love to think that leon, being older, becomes more affectionate and tender. and more, having you with him to take care of him after returning from his missions.

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LEON KENNEDY: he will always bring you something special after returning from his missions. he knows you perfectly, and knows that you love those little details.

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LEON KENNEDY: he will never be missing when you need him. you will always have him next to you to take care of you, help you, or feed you with his love and affection.

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LEON KENNEDY: he loves to lay his head on your chest to relax on top of you while you play with his brown hair.

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masterlist

★ = smut / ㅤ♡ = fluff / ✧ = angst

outer banks

rafe cameron

— drabbles

rafe with a bookish girlfriend ㅤ(♡)

resident evil

multiple characters

— headcanons

leon, carlos, jill, and chris with a bookworm s/o (ㅤ♡)

ada, ashley, and luis with a bookworm s/o (♡) [req]

ada, wesker, carlos, chris, claire, ethan, jill, leon, and luis as the legend of zelda: breath of the wild songs (♡)

ada wong

— headcanons

re4!ada relationship headcanons (ㅤ♡, ✧, ★)

— drabbles

giving transfem!ada a blowjob (★)

ashley graham

— drabbles

going on a picnic with ashley (ㅤ♡)

— headcanons

relationship headcanons (ㅤ♡) [req]

re4og!ashley wlw relationship headcanons (ㅤ♡) [req]

claire redfield

— drabbles

re2!claire fingering you in her truck (★)

wedding night with id/di!claire (ㅤ♡, ★) [req]

— one-shots

transfem!claire taking best friend!reader’s virginity (★) [req]

leon kennedy

— drabbles

re2!leon and domestic mornings (ㅤ♡)

re4!leon attending your college graduation (ㅤ♡)

re4!leon teaching you self defense (ㅤ♡)

re4!leon and soft couch sex (ㅤ♡, ★)

— one-shots

husband!leon is kinda mean (ㅤ★, ♡)

misc

book recommendations by me (bambisafe)

all of my works are under the 'mars' writing' tag.

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lou. . . zero day . yellowjackets . ethel cain . the last of us . lucky star . madoka magica . &team . paul dano . leon kennedy . hatsune miku . twice . batman . the walking dead . life is strange . kmfdm . tcc . whatsaheart . watamote .

minor, radfem, dni terfs and ppl with minors/tcc dni .

no reqs with: incest and rape .

reqs currently open for: shauna shipman, natalie scatorccio, leon kennedy, toji fushiguro, lottie matthews and jesse (tlou) .

master list coming soon...maybe!

bai ㅤ♡

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Bun's navigation˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Bun/Bunny. Sfw + suggestive.

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Lxvebun Cafe (JJK)

Observatory (Genshin Impact)

Themis Library (Tears of Themis)

Lxvebun police department (Leon Kennedy)

The secret forest (Simon "ghost" Riley)

Outerspace (love and deepspace)

♡series

heart-shaped kisses masterlist

♡new!

Golden Boy!Caleb (Highschool au)

Heart shaped kisses (Love and deepspace)

Strange, off putting simon!core

And suddenly I see you in everything (gojo)

Highschool crush Sukuna

Would you kill for me one day? (Toji)

Stars were always meant to collapse (Gojo)

Kiss it better! (Sukuna/Geto)

I hope you're having a lovely day!🩷

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i am so obsessed with this. so dirty (compliment) and written perfectly - leon’s thoughts are very in character. your writing is so fluid, so descriptive. love love love love love. ddlg always makes me feel icky (in a hot way, which is why i like it) and i adore how this fic poked fun at the silliness of the dynamic, while also being aware of how fucking hot is it <3

Soon he’ll probably have to start Viagra. He’ll get that in the mail, though. He doesn’t need his doctor to mess around in his pants and humiliate him more than you do. Unintentionally, of course, but why can’t you just ignore it when it’s soft? Give him a break. i giggled irl

Not since he became your daddy. Not a father, no, but a daddy. To become a father, you have to stick your dick in a woman and blow your load inside her — and Leon clearly has issues in that area. why is leon being pathetic so hot to me? 🙊😋 i love pathetic men and mister kennedy truly scratches that itch for me idc

i really enjoyed this! short, sweet, hot - and gave me a little taste of leon on my break at work lmao 🥰 perfect!

the early bird special

pairing: leon x reader

cws/tags: ddlg, erectile dysfunction, somnophilia?, could be dubcon in theory but leon is actually not upset he just has attitude problems, not beta read, a little proofread

summary: leon and his soft dick

a/n: okay ik i said no more ddlg but we all know i was lying

wc: 1.2k

taglist: @poselysscripts @rigorwhoring

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Leon’s not old enough for this to be happening. Isn’t erectile dysfunction supposed to hit after 50? He’s barely 40. Or, he was barely 40 a few years back, but he’s not quite pushing 50. Point being, he does not qualify for the early bird special, but no matter how early any bird gets into bed with him, they won’t get more than a sad, flaccid worm beneath his sweatpants.

Regardless, he wakes up to the warmth of your mouth engulfing his soft cock. You’ve managed to crawl under the covers and take his dick out of his boxers without him noticing — the sleeping pills seem to be working, he notes. Another thing that’s come with age: pills. More and more of them. He’s got stuff to combat his high blood pressure, insomnia, high cholesterol, and soon he’ll probably have to start Viagra. He’ll get that in the mail, though. He doesn’t need his doctor to mess around in his pants and humiliate him more than you do. Unintentionally, of course, but why can’t you just ignore it when it’s soft? Give him a break.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a yawn that sands down the sharp edges of his tone real nicely.

You pull off with a pop and poke your head out from under the covers. “Playing,” you say.

“You should be sleeping,” he says, though the headache-inducing sun piercing through the window suggests it’s morning.

Plus, you’re an adult. The bedtime he enforces is a flimsy little rule you suggested. Leon doesn’t actually have control over your sleep-wake schedule. He doesn’t even have control over his own at this point. Not since he became your daddy. Not a father, no, but a daddy. To become a father, you have to stick your dick in a woman and blow your load inside her — and Leon clearly has issues in that area. In a way, it’s probably for the best. Leon would rather see a BOW barreling toward him at maximum velocity than two little lines on a stick. A slash or a bite is instant but a baby is 18 years of torment.

But having you as his baby isn’t so bad, even when you’re all over him, poking and prodding and playing.

You emerge from the covers suddenly, like a little whack-a-mole, and If he was hard right now, he thinks, he’d use his cock like a toy hammer and smack you on the cheek. You’d love it.

“Why?” you whine, protesting Leon’s insistence that you go back to sleep.

“Because daddy’s sleeping.” And you’re being a little pest. You’re a little bed bug and Leon hopes to god you won’t bite him. Not there.

“But daddy—”

“Shh…” Leon finds himself guiding his cock back into your mouth like a pacifier. You latch on easily, eagerly.

“Good girl,” he says. “You can play down there as long as you let daddy sleep.” He pats you on the head, praising you for giving him some peace and quiet — a rare thing for Leon.

The pills have turned his dreams from terrifying to downright bizarre. Instead of running through the halls of a zombie-infested Raccoon City, he’s walking through the DSO HQ ass-naked, flaccid dick on full-display, and he usually ends up insisting to the president that he’s a grower not a shower.

Until he wakes up. And finds out that he has zero proof to back up that assertion — not that it matters — as you’re still fixated on his limp dick.

“Sorry, baby,” he says. “It’s still sleeping. Not gonna get up for you just yet.”

“I don’t care,” you say. “He can keep sleeping. I just wanna give him kisses.”

And somehow, Leon’s jealous. He’s awake and doesn’t get any kisses. “How ‘bout you come give daddy a kiss, huh?”

You hum a happy affirmative and climb up Leon’s torso to bring your lips to his. Even with his eyes closed, he knows you’re grinning. He can feel your smile and it warms his heart. But it doesn’t stir his cock.

With your legs straddling him, he can also feel your wet pussy on his bare thigh.

“What’s gotten you all worked up this morning?” he asks, reaching down to cup your panty-clad cunt with his palm.

“Daddy,” you say, both an answer and a plea, with your hand around his dick. Again. You still haven’t given up on that, it seems.

“That’s what’s making you all wet? I’m not even hard.”

It’s not your fault, he wants to add, but you don’t seem to mind either way.

“I want him,” you insist. “I want to make him give me kisses.”

“Kisses where?” Leon’s genuinely lost at this point. You ought to give him a dictionary of all of your euphemisms. He didn’t realize he was signing up to learn a new language when he agreed to be your daddy.

“Princess parts,” you mumble. You refuse to say pussy or cunt, but you get shy around the silliest term for it — the one you requested he call it. Sorry, her. Your cunt is a girl and daddy’s cock is a boy. You get pissy if he doesn’t abide by these rules.

“I wanna make them kiss,” you clarify. Like your genitalia are barbie dolls. Whatever. No matter how weird he thinks it is, he has no right to make fun of you when he’s a willing participant in your kinky bedroom activities.

“Go ahead and do whatever you want,” he says, resigning himself to the fact that you’re not giving up on this.

The next thing he knows, your pussy is sliding along his shaft, which is, admittedly, starting to stiffen.

“This is kissing?” he asks with a hint of a smirk on his lips. Last time Leon checked, this was at least third base.

“Yeah,” you manage through shaky breaths.

Goddamn, he thinks, you’re really into this. And if he were younger, he’d be rock-hard, leaking from the tip. But he’s not. He’s barely got a semi. Can’t even fuck you the way you deserve.

He lazily grabs your hips, more of an acknowledgment, maybe encouragement, rather than actually guiding you. You’re doing it all by yourself, and Leon’s proud, honestly.

“Gonna come like this?” he asks, intrigued, excited at the prospect. A part of him is dying to tease you for getting off so easily, but you have the perfect comeback at your fingertips, or at your pussy lips if Leon’s being literal.

He’s too flattered, flustered, really, to say much at all. And yet, he’s still not hard.

“Please, daddy,” you whimper. It’s not like you have to ask, let alone beg.

“Mm-hmm,” he hums. “Go ahead, baby. Come for daddy.”

And to his fucking surprise, you do. Your body jolts, tenses up then releases. Your pussy flutters around nothing as you soak the length of him.

You collapse on his chest, finally ready to rest. There’s only one problem. Leon’s dick. It’s fucking hard. And, for the record, it is absolutely your fault. So now you get to sleep and Leon still doesn’t? God, his life is so unfair.

When you reach for his dick and guide it towards your entrance, lazily, still flat on his chest, he swears you must be able to hear his thoughts.

“Daddy,” you say quietly. “You can play with me while I’m sleeping.”

God, life is so unfair, Leon thinks, this time with a smile, because he’s no saint — he does not deserve to play with you while you’re sleeping.

But, Leon’s no saint, so, he’ll take you up on the offer.

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Baby I'm Yours ♡

( RE2r!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || baking cookies but not getting much done because ur bf is very very sleepy || this rookie is trying his best ♡ re2r fluff for anon ♡ )

“Leon,” you chuckle, smiling as your eyes peer down at the bowl of batter he was supposed to be mixing. “You're mixing the air, not the bowl.” You point out, gesturing down to the bowl. He was still mixing the air, spoon not near the batter. Not by a long shot. Leon seemed out of it, head in the clouds all droopy eyed. Just what was he thinking about?

“Hey! Hey! Leon, I'm talking to you!” You say, waving your hand in his face. You knew working at the RPD was stressful, endless amounts of paperwork, and all that, but was it really that stressful enough to make Leon sleep while standing up? In the kitchen? Of all places?

Leon blinks, realizing your hand is in his face. “Oh shit, sorry.” He quickly apologizes, yawning softly. “The senior officers are just…too much for me.” He says, his focus on mixing the batter in the bowl in front of him. He sounded tired and looked tired, too, if it wasn't evident by the sleepy look in his eyes. “They're just peachy, aren't they? Been in the force too long?” You joke, trying to lift the mood.

“Don't worry your head, Scotty, they're just old geezers too long in office - probably rode dinosaurs or something to school.” You add as you shrug. Leon snickers, almost dropping the spoon he was holding in his hand.

“If Chief Irons heard ya you'd be dead meat, one of those stuffed animals he has in his room - it isn't the stuffed animal you're thinking of, by the way.” Your grimace at what Leon was implying, whatever it was, it didn't sound too pretty. “Oh god, do you mean..?” You trail off, looking at him with slightly wide eyes. Leon seems to brighten up, amused by your reaction. “Not the cute kind, definitely.” He chuckles, placing the mixing bowl to the side.

“The type you'd find in a museum. I don't know why he likes those things so much. He sure is peachy.” Just like you said, Leon agreed wholeheartedly. He didn't want to admit it, but he had a habit of soaking in whatever vocabulary you threw at him. Leon was regurgitating whatever you said in a sweetly, somewhat mimicking way. Like the way he quoted movies. Lucky you, even if you didn't notice it at all. Leon remembered the little things, or, at least, he tried.

“I finished mixing the batter…” He trails off, staring blankly at the bowl of dough like he was trying to see his own reflection in it. His blues gazed into the wheaty dough like he was trying to peer into a mirror. He, of course, couldn't. “What are we making again?” He asks as he peers into the bowl. He tilts his head. Maybe if he looked at it sideways, it'd make sense?

“Raspberry danishes, your favorite, remember?” You reply, taking the bowl from him. “Just sit pretty on the couch, okay bubba? You deserve a break.” You say, kissing his cheek. He looks up at you, eagerly nodding his head. Leon kind of wished he had a mirror now. He could feel his cheeks heating up as soon as your lips pulled away from his cheek. Bubba? That was new.

He glanced at the living room, then back at your face. You looked as though nothing had happened. As if you didn't just kiss him on the cheek.

Leon turns around, padding to the living room without saying a word. Besides a small mumbling ‘thank you’. He wasn't a monster, after all. He had manners.

He traces over where you kissed him, still the green behind-the-ears rookie he was back at the station. Even when it came to love. Especially when it came to loving you. You seemed to remember the little things, too.

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Oh, Pretty Boy

( Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || sitting on a staircase your husband ♡ angst with comfort )

Oh, if Leon could, he would keep you close to his heart, always. He already keeps you in his wallet. How close could he get?

That's where you should be, with him, he thought. You made him feel young again, like he had some sort of control in his life.

A security blanket, open and loving. Always waiting for him to come home, excitedly embracing him like you haven't seen him in years. Even if it's only been hours- can't help but worry for an old man like him, huh? Poor baby.

And there he finds himself, draped over your shoulder by the arm. You sit together with him on the carpeted stairs of your shared home.

“Pretty boy…” his blues focus on you as you speak, his eyes droopy. Tired. A bit unhappy with how lonely he's left you since he came back.

All Leon wanted now was you.

To be the object of your affection, to have his company wanted, needed because he was himself. For him. Was he selfish for wanting to be loved by you? All he wanted was to be the object of your love.

All Leon needed was you to keep him grounded. To be loved by you meant that he at least did something right in his life, even if it wasn't what he wanted it to be.

In your hands was a small locket. An intricate, silver locket.

You smile as you present it to Leon, “I uh..got this for you, hon.” The way you hesitate to present the locket to him was cute, Leon thought. A sweet thing like you shy around him? What an honor. You gently shove it towards Leon. He looks down at the locket, no words leaving his lips for a solid moment.

“You…you got this for me?” He asks if it wasn't already obvious enough. That you did, in fact, get it for him. It was right in front of him. You eagerly nod your head, your smile widening.

He blinks as he stares down. You cared enough to get him a locket? Just for him?

He blinks more, his blues wash over with tears. He was crying? Over some locket? Leon sniffles, corners of his eyes folding into creased lines as he narrows them to hide his tears.

“Aww sweetie..” his gruff voice softens, his bleary eyes drop down to look at the locket again.

And, his blues fill with tears again. The more he thought about it, the more he realized you cared for him.

It was a bit foreign to him, this feeling. Made him feel fuzzy. Like TV static. He couldn't really explain it.

He gently holds the locket, thumbing it open with his hand.

The locket clicks open, and inside was a photo of you. All smiley and sweet, just how Leon liked seeing you. If you were happy, Leon was, too. If you were mad, he'd be mad with you.

Although you couldn't see it, his heart was beating in his chest like a metronome back and forth. His heart in his ribcage was he too old to say he could feel it in his bones? Oh, Leon didn't want to dwell on that now. He was already beginning to feel nostalgic about what was happening right now, and it wasn't even over. Leon was in the moment.

In the moment with you.

This wasn't like the movies. He had to remind himself. There wasn't an end credit scene.

Well, at least not yet.

“Oh..” He mouths, blinking. His lash line fills with tears again. The harsh lines in the corners of his eyes soften as he looks at the picture of you inside the locket. “What are you, a mind reader?” He chuckles softly, running his thumb along the surface of the photo you somehow stuffed into such a small thing. Leon could never.

You don't answer his quip. Instead, you brush away the hair framing his face. “Are you…are you crying?” You ask softly. He looks toward you before quickly looking away. “N-no, no, I'm not crying. Shit…” He murmurs the last part under his breath. You caught him. You did it. You caught Leon crying. It was obvious. You've seen him cry before. You could tell by his slight stammer, his avoidant gaze, that he was going to cry.

And yet Leon acted like his heart was going to explode into pieces if he did cry. Like it was wrong to cry. It wasn't wrong. But to Leon, it felt wrong to cry in front of a sweet thing like you. He didn't like crying at all. He absolutely despised the stammer he had whenever he teared up. Lower lip shaking, his blues clouding up in warm tears.

“I'm not crying.” He denies, though it was obvious that he was. “But you are crying,” you murmur softly, pushing his hair behind his ear. You just had to see his face.

He tries to push down your worries by chuckling, though it came out more shaky than he wanted it to be. “You're crying, hon.” You repeat, wrapping your arms around him. “It's okay.”

Leon sighs shakily, leaning into your embrace. His posture softens, drooping down against yours. “What did I do to deserve you, sweet thing?” He murmurs onto the crown of your head, his eyes wander from your face, down to the locket again.

“You did the right thing, hon. C'mon..don't be like that.” You reply, drawing out your words like soft lines in the air. Like nostalgic cords of a song Leon couldn't remember the verses to.

Hearing you say that, hearing it come from your lips makes the tears clouding his vision finally fall. “Don't…don't be like that..” Leon replies in a low whisper.

He embraces you, taking in your warmth. Soaking it in as best as he could through his leather jacket.

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Only The Ones Who Know ♡

( Vendetta!Leon x GN!reader || comforting your husband who hates crying ♡ mentions of wanting to commit suicide , near death experiences during the events of re4 , self-doubt , Leon is drunk || angst with comfort ♡ writing this made me cry/pos || ask to tag if needed )

Weeping at your feet, he clutches onto you, clinging to your legs with his cheek resting on your knee.

Leon was crying. Crying on the floor between your knees, too drunk to get up but coherent enough to look up at you behind bleary eyes.

He hated crying. He hated the stinging feeling in his nose, the way his lower lip trembled whenever he felt warm tears run down the lines of his eyes.

He knew that because of his job, he was expendable. In the eyes of the government, he was just some guy they kept around whenever they needed him. The government's favorite bitch.

At this point, Leon didn't want to be remembered. Not by Redfield, not by Rebecca, not by Hunnigan. Poor Hunnigan, been by his side ever since his mission back in Spain, he didn't think he'd survive that.

Sending just him on that assignment felt like a suicide mission to him. He didn't think he'd survive long enough to make it back to the States to restart the cycle all over again.

And yet he did. He survived long enough to meet you.

You run your fingers through his hair, gentle fingertips scratching slightly against his scalp. If Leon was a sick dog, you were the heater he clung to whenever he needed to lick at his wounds.

He leans his head into your touch, eyes closing as he sighs tiredly. More tears fall down the folds of his eyes. He didn't know how long he could do this. At least he had you.

“Promise me something, Leon.” You say softly, gently pointing him up to your face. His blues droop as he looks up at you, you smile down warmly at him. Radiating as always, his sweet thing.

“What is it, hon?” He replies back in the same soft tone, leaning forward.

“Promise me you'll always come back home. I just..” You look down at your lap as you speak. Were you crying, too? Probably. You shouldn't be crying over him, Leon thought. But you did anyway.

“I just need to know you're alright. That you're okay. Even if you aren't. You know how much I love you, right?” Leon nods his head, resting it back on your knee again. He didn't want to speak, and didn't want to ruin the moment as he looked up at you.

“As long as we have each other, we'll be okay.” You say, cupping the sides of his face. You lean in to kiss his forehead gently. Pulling away you look at his face, your eyes soften. You brush his bangs out of his face again. “We'll be okay.”

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Can I Call You Tonight ? ♡

( Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || late night video calls with your boyfriend because you miss him ♡ can be interpreted as any Leon ♡ this fic is really short im so sorry - bone apple teeth ♡ )

Leon stares absent-mindedly at his phone, almost like he's trying to look past it. Through the protective glass, through the wirings and whatever the else was inside his phone. Though he wasn't. He was looking at you.

You and your bedsheets, the way the soft lampshade lights reflected off your cheeks. He had no idea why, but seeing you trying your best to stay awake with him was adorable to him. Maybe it was your dedication? Your determination to keep up with timezone hours, almost days before your own? He felt slightly guilty, disrupting your sleep schedule like this.

Yet again, he felt a bit special. Honored to be the only person you'd do this for. Giving him the special treatment. No one else. You were definitely going to tease him about this the moment he came back.

He smiles down at his phone, not bothering to try and keep you awake. The faint lines that framed his lips lift up softly.

He can't wait to come back home to see you again. He didn't mind you teasing him about it when he came back, either.

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Lollipops and Lodorform !!♡

( Death Island!Leon x GN!Medic!Reader || patching up your favorite agent ♡ mutual pining || mentions of injuries/a bit of cussing ♡ if i missed anything plz tell me im so so so tired rn)

The anxiety of being in a waiting room was daunting for him. The feeling of guilt in his heart tugged at his chest as he waited. He didn't know why he felt guilty, like he did something wrong.

Despite the various times he'd been ragdolled on missions, cut up, thrown carelessly around by horrors that Leon didn't want to think about right now, the thing he feared most was hospitals. He didn't like the lodorform smell, the blinding fluorescent light fixtures from above that made everything below them look bland. He hated how enclosed everything was, long hallways, confusing doors.

Leon's cut out of his own thoughts when he hears his name called by one of the nurses up front. He practically jumps out of his chair, already on his feet, to see you.

The sense of familiarity with your last name gave him some sense of relief, he'd met you before out on the field, remembering the lecture you gave him on his ‘acting Rambo’ way of doing things. You'd probably give him another lecture once he stepped into the room you were assigned to.

“Didn't expect to see a person like you here (Y/N).” He comments, somewhat limping into the room. You were typing away at your computer, facing away from him.

Leon knew you well enough to call you by your first name instead of your last. He had the honor ever since you corrected him out in the field. You were a medic, not a doctor.

Being thrown around like a sack of potatoes wasn't too kind on his body. He whinces a bit in pain as he sits down on the parchment paper set on the exam paper. It crinkled under his weight as he sat down the best he could comfortably. “Same here, Leon. When I saw your name on my waiting list, I had to look twice.” You finally turn around, smiling at him. Your smile quickly fades as you see his injuries, Leon notices this but still tries to keep himself level-headed. As if he wasn't thrown across a room mere hours ago.

You get up from your chair, visibly concerned for him. Of course you were concerned, he was hurt. His right hand covering his arm, you lean closer to get a better look at his wound. “Who did this to you?” You ask in a concerned tone, already pulling out the medical supplies you needed to tend to his wounds. As always, Leon tried to play it off cool, play it off casual as if fighting biological man-made horrors was normal. Clearly, it wasn't. “Some guy.” He replies, not elaborating much on exactly who hurt him. At least he was giving you some idea. Usually, he'd rather talk about what you were up to without him or movies he's watched on the shitty cable TV he had back at the motels he stayed at during missions.

“Sure…some guy..” You repeat, gently moving his arm to size up what type of injury you were dealing with today. It was always something new with Leon, and you were always fondly surprised hearing about what he's done on missions by reading his mission excerpts. Glancing back at his wounds, you wonder who or what exactly caused them. You take his word for it. Some guy.

“What brings you over to a place like this? Shouldn't you be out in the field?” Leon tilts his head as he asks his question, leaning against the wall as he sits. “I asked the suits to be stationed here to help out. The staff is underfunded. I didn't expect you to turn up here either.” You reply, pulling out a bottle of antiseptic. He grimaces in anticipation of the stinging feeling he'd get once it makes contact with his skin as he eyes the contents of the bottle.

“Well they wouldn't send me to just any old hospital.” The agent says in reply, smiling nervously as you pull out cotton balls and dab the antiseptic onto them. “That's true. They probably sent you to me specifically for a reason.” That reason being you were a part of the DSO as well, though only you and Leon knew that. No one else did. They wouldn't send Leon to any old doctor. It must've been fate that brought you two together. Some cheesy shit like that, maybe. Or maybe Leon was watching too many romcoms again. Wasn't his fault they were the only things able to broadcast on the shitty cable TVs he had in the motels he had the misfortune of stayed at.

The agent sucks in a breath through his teeth, eyes quickly closing shut when the cotton soaked antiseptic makes contact with the tender reddened flesh on his arm. It'll probably take an hour or two for a full check-up with you. Just to make sure he's alright. That he's okay.

You hand Leon a lollipop, a run-on joke between the two of you. It was a joke at first, that joke turned into a routine whenever Leon eyed the bag of candy you always carried with you expectantly. He doesn't even bother to look at the flavor on the wrapper, stuffing it in one of his many pockets on his person. He puts the lollipop in his mouth, realizing the taste. Butterscotch. His favorite. Second to blue cotton candy. He's pleasantly surprised you still remember him mentioning that to you.

“You need to cut out the Rambo shit, okay Leon?” You sigh softly, Leon knew this was coming. The ‘acting Rambo’ lecture. “You know how much paperwork it is to send medical records to the guys upstairs every single time I patch you up? I worry about you, Leon.” You say, sitting back down in your chair and writing something down on a clipboard.

“You don't gotta worry about me, you know that? You don't have to. It isn't your job to worry over a guy like me.” Leon takes the lollipop out of his mouth as he speaks. He's a bit tired of the lecture you always gave him. But if it meant that he could see you, he'd listen to it over and over again like it was his favorite vinyl on record. Hell, he'd even repeat the words like a chorus to a song if it meant seeing you again. “I know, but…” you trail off, eyes softening as you look at him. Even though you were a medic, at this point, his medic you hated seeing him hurt. “You worry me...” You finish your sentence, getting up from your chair.

“Promise me you'll stop being so reckless?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Who are you, my mother?” He teases, chuckling softly at his own little joke.

That chuckle turns into a pained groan when he buckles forward, clutching onto his side again. You reach your hand out, though Leon gently swats it away. “You're hurt.” You murmur to yourself, pulling your hand away.

“Promise me you'll stop being so reckless.” You repeat as you kneel down slightly to look at Leon, who was still buckled over in pain. He breathes heavily, leaning himself back up against the wall again. “How ‘bout you promise me you'll never run out of butterscotch lollipops?” That dumb smile on his face Leon confidently asks his question makes you smile yourself.

“It's a deal, then?” You ask, getting up and handing Leon a blue cotton candy lollipop. This time, he looks at the flavor, smiling to himself even more. “Deal.” He says, putting the lollipop in his snack pocket.

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Bloody Kisses !! ♡

( Vendetta! Leon K. x GN! Reader || your needy boyfriend making out with you at a heavy metal concert ♡ )

Your hands run up the lines of his leather jacket. He presses you up against the wall, kissing up your neck hungrily. The heavy sounds of guitar riffs and guttural vocals are almost drowned out by the murmurs your boyfriend was making into your ear.

You try focusing your attention on the passerby. Not a single one of them was paying attention to what the two of you were doing.

“Don't pay attention to them, babe. Pay attention to me.” He places two of his fingers on your cheek, gently pointing your face forward and facing him.

Before you can say anything, he's pressing his lips against yours. You feel the stubble on his face, tickling your own as your hands thumb the apples of his cheeks.

The kiss felt feverish, heated like he needed this. Which wasn't too far off from what Leon was thinking. You, you, you. His sweet thing. You were his. Leon hasn't felt this in love since he was a rookie. What was it called again? Puppy love? Leon was no puppy, that’s for sure.

It felt cheesy to him to say you made him feel young again, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. Not like you could hear him that well anyway, the chords and riffs of guitars drowned out most of the words he was saying.

Leon pulls away from your lips to breathe. He stares at your features, and the lights above your head framed your face perfectly. A couple of spotlights on his sweet thing. Pretty like a picture, Leon thought. You had a dumb look on your face, a love-struck smile. A dumbly big smile made you look even prettier.

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Let the Light In

( Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x gn!reader || late night angst w/comfort ♡ || mentions of alcohol )

You soak in his warmth, strong arms wrapped around you like a weighted blanket in an oddly endearing way. You needed this. He needed this.

Another night of silent affection, a restless cold night of love without words.

Leon buries his nose in the crown of your hair, inhaling your scent. The smell of home to him, without you, this house would simply just be a place that he happened to sleep in. You made this home.

And for once, Leon wasn't drunk. He was surprised you stayed. He felt pathetic, a pretty thing like you shouldn't be hanging around to stay. Bad for you, bad for him.

And yet there you were, in his arms fast asleep. He studies your features, soft, everything about you was soft to him.

The only things that were soft to Leon were his hands, which was a surprise to him. He didn't think he could be soft in any way possible. Changed him for the better, he says whenever you bring up how much he's changed in the past couple of months.

“Sweet thing, pretty thing, my pretty baby…” He murmurs, as if you could hear him as you slept. He looks to his left, various items, and trinkets strewn about the room. A couple of photos of you two together, Polaroids hung up by twine. You insisted on twine, it'd be ‘cuter’, Leon thought it was a bit cheesy, even for him. How could he argue with you, though? The man simply couldn't. Couldn't say no to a sweet thing like you.

Various cutesy looking things, too, scattered about his room. Splashes of pink and yellow of Sanrio characters. My Melody and Pompompurin. Leon remembers them as your favorites. He liked Pompompurin more than My Melody, though. He was more of a dog than a rabbit person. He wasn't a bunny person? Rabbit person? He shakes those thoughts away when you stir in your sleep, grounding Leon back to reality.

You were real, and you loved him. You weren't a painting he could admire, a bottle of Jack he could drink his worries away with.

You were real and right in front of him.

To calm you down, he places his palm on your cheek, cupping your cheek in his hand to reassure you that he was there. He was real, too. Here for you. His sweet thing.

“Hey, hey, I'm here..” He whispers softly. Even in your sleep, you instinctively lean into his hand. How cute his pretty thing could be, cuter even.

Luckily, this calms you down, and you fall asleep again, leaning more into his chest. It was somewhat smothering, suffocating even, but he didn't mind dying this way. Surely, it'd be an angelic way to go out, death by his angel. His sweet thing.

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I miss my bf ( Vendetta Leon ) please come home...