OH MY GOD??? *eats Him*

I love sweet step dad 😭

Baking Treats

alcoholic/sweet stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW

warnings: stepcest, kissing, slight heavy petting

not proofread ✌️

“You know we can make’em from scratch right?”

Leon steps up next to you as you finish placing the last cookie down on the cookie sheet and pop it into the oven. 

You roll your eyes at him but don’t stop the smile stretching your lips, “Yeah but these are classic. Kinda like you.”

He grins, laugh lines deepening as he presses you against the kitchen counter, hands caging you as they settle on each side of you.  

“Yeah? A classic, huh,” he murmurs, lips ghosting across yours making your eyes droop.

“Uh huh,” you whisper, hands skating up across his chest to wrap around the back of his neck, “vintage, even.”

He chuckles and presses a feather light kiss to your lips. Sighing, you tug him back in, mouths softly meeting in another kiss. Leon keeps his kisses teasing and light until you nip his bottom lip with a whine. 

“So sweet,” he mutters before licking into your mouth with a hungry groan. 

The hint of whiskey still on his tongue has you pressing your thighs together, a Pavlovian response now as heat rushes through your body. He pulls away to grab your waist and lift you up onto the counter. Standing in between your legs, his hands grip the fat of your thighs and he yanks you into him. 

You whimper as the makeout turns into heavy petting; Leon’s hands are everywhere on your body, caressing your soft skin and groping your tits. He’s slowly working your leggings down your thighs when the kitchen timer dings. 

Leon steps back with a sigh as he helps you back down onto your feet, righting your clothing. 

“Thanks,” you smile sheepishly, quickly reaching for the oven mitt. 

“Nobody likes burnt cookies,” he leans against the counter, dark eyes watching you pull the cookies from the oven. 

You set the pan gently down on the stovetop and spin back around, tossing the oven mitt on the counter. 

You step over to Leon and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “So, where were we?”

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More dinner from Lipgloss!!

Any Way You Want It

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Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

inspired by the anon who asked about how SB Leon would react to reader watching daddy-daughter porn; it kinda snowballed so I moved my blurb here to a fic 🤣

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral (m receiving), slight cum play, cum swallowing, dirty talk, like this feels unhinged to me 🫣 lol

not proofread and I’m sleepy ✌️ lmao

title from Any Way You Want It by Journey

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“Whatcha dooiing?”

You yank your hand up out of your underwear and lock your phone, silencing the noise in your headphones.

“Nothing.”

His smug little grin turns into a full blown smirk, pushing off your doorframe to enter your room, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Oooh, seems like it’s something dirty,” he chuckles darkly, climbing onto your bed and laying out next to you.

Thinking he’s going to grab your phone, you move it away, but he reaches for your other hand and slips the slick coated fingers into his mouth with a groan.

You whimper, watching as Leon’s mouth cleans your damp fingers before letting them go with a small ‘pop’.

“Show me what’s got you so worked up, princess,” he murmurs, eyes dark and hungry.

He scoots over until he’s pressed all along your side, his body heat a brand against your skin. Pulling out one of your earbuds, he places it into his ear.

With a shaky inhale, you bring up your phone and open it, continuing the video where you left off.

“Oh shit,” he breathes out with a small laugh, “how fucking dirty, little sis.”

His words make you burn hotter than before, your spit damp fingers slipping beneath the band of your panties to continue where you left off.

“Didn’t know you liked this,” he murmurs, dropping a hot kiss against your neck, both of you watching as the stepdad eats out his cute stepdaughter in her bed.

Whining, your toes curl in their socks, “Y-yeah, gets me really wet,” you whisper.

“Fuck,” he growls, tugging his shorts down and pulling out his half hard cock.

He strokes his dick, tugging the foreskin over the head with a hiss until he’s fat and thick in his hand.

“Pull your panties off, let me see you play with that clit,” he demands, voice low and smoky.

Quickly doing as he says, you lay back half nude as Leon holds up your phone, hand slowly fisting his cock as he watches your legs spread to show your drippy cunt.

“God damn,” he groans, holding your phone back out to you as you lay back, pressing against his arm.

You hold it up, letting you both watch as the stepdaughter climbs up onto the bed to straddle the dad, sinking down on his cock with a moan echoing from your earbuds.

“Touch your cunt, little sis, watch as she gets her pussy reamed by daddy,” he grunts, eyes drifting from the video over to your fingers circling your clit.

“Leon,” you whimper, looking up at him, pupils blown.

“So sexy,” he leans forward and kisses you messily, nipping your bottom lip as he pulls back, “want me to treat you like my slutty daughter? Little pussy need daddy’s fat cock splitting her open?”

Your back arches as arousal gushes from your clenching hole, fingers rubbing your slippery bundle even quicker. Hand going lax, your phone falls onto the bed, the porno still playing as grunts and moans filter through each of your earbuds.

“Please, Leon, want it so bad,” you whimper, batting your wet eyelashes at him.

“Show me, princess,” his voice rumbles, his free hand reaching down to grab you thigh to hike it up over his leg, spreading your cunt open for his greedy eyes, “show daddy how wet you are.”

“Fuck,” you gasp breathily, moving your other leg up, placing you foot flat on the bed so your pussy’s spread open as far as possible for Leon, “‘m so wet, need daddy to play with my pussy.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters under his breath, hand jerking his cock a little faster, balls smacking the bottom of his fist with a soft plap plap plap.

The hand gripping your thigh shifts downward, middle and ring finger dipping into your messy cunt slowly scissoring you open with a wet schlick.

“Damn, you’re soaked, princess,” he kisses your ear wetly, “gonna let daddy play with your cute pussy? Let’em play with that fat little clit til you’re cumming?”

“Daddy,” you mewl brokenly, barely more than a sigh, “daddy, please.”

His fingers plunge deep in your needy cunt, slowly fucking in and out of your hole, digits rubbing against your g-spot until you clamp down around them.

Leon keeps stroking his weeping dick as he roughly fucks his fingers into your soppy sounding pussy, palm smacking down against your clit with every thrust.

“Taking my fingers so good, baby,” he slows down, slowly teasing the opening, “think I should play with that cute clit some, what d’you think?”

“Oh god,” you whine, hips rolling down into his hand.

He stills his fingers, “Ask me.”

“Please,” your hand wraps around his forearm, nails digging into the flexing tendons, “please daddy, play with my clit.”

His wet fingers come down with a hard smack on your cunt, “That’s not asking now is it, babydoll.”

“Oh, daddy,” you whimper, “will you please play with my pussy? Need it so bad, need your big fingers to play with my swollen little clit.”

“God, fuck,” Leon bites out harshly, hand clamping around the base of his cock as it kicks and throbs, “tryna make me bust, baby? Wanna see daddy cum all over himself?”

A high pitched cry leaves your lips, toes digging into the bedding, “Leon, daddy, wanna cum, please make me cum.”

His slick covered fingers leave your clenching heat to circle your swollen bundle of nerves with quick circle eights.

“Want you to cum just like this, babydoll,” he licks the side of your neck, “cum from daddy rubbing this sweet little button.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” you moan so loud your voice cracks, “daddy, that sounds so dirty.”

“Does it? Mm, well I’m gonna rub that special little button til you’re creaming your hot silky cunt,” he chuckles meanly, biting your skin, “‘god ‘m so close, but want you cumming first.”

“Me too,” you slur, orgasm quickly building in your core, “gonna cum. Want your cock, daddy, wanna suck you til you cum in my mouth.”

He lets go of his dick with a pained groan, “Okay, baby, fuck, yeah I’ll let you suck me off. Just cum for me first and then you can wrap those pretty lips around me.”

“Almost there,” you whimper, hips rocking into the motion of his fingers.

“Flicking this little bean’s got you so wet your sheets are soaked, baby,” he mocks, “who knew daddy-daughter porn would get you so fucking hot?”

“Leon,” you squeal, pussy walls clenching as your orgasm hits you hard.

“There we go,” he coos, “good girl, there ya go, cum for me.”

His fingers keep rubbing and pinching your throbbing clit, stretching your orgasm out until you’re pushing his hand away from overstimulation.

You shakily move between his legs, body still coming down from your climax. Moaning, you bury your face against the thatch of hair above his cock.

“You don’t have to—“

“Wanna,” you pout, kissing the base of his cock, “want you in my mouth.”

He lets out a long rumbling moan when your lips part and you slide half of his cock into your eager mouth. The weight of his dick on your tongue makes your cunt throb with jealousy. Moaning, you bob your head back and forth, messily sucking his thick length deeper into your mouth.

The fat tip kisses the back of your throat and you pull off with a cough, only to sink your mouth back down on his cock with a whine.

“Damn,” Leon grunts, hands cupping the back of your head, “gagging to have my fat daddy dick in that mouth huh, babydoll?”

Your eyes flutter at the burst of salty precum coating your tongue. Pulling off with a wet sigh, you kiss his dripping slit.

“Taste so good, daddy, want you to give me a throatpie,” your mouth hungrily sucks him back down, tip nudging the back of your throat but you fight through the gag.

“Fuckin—damn, princess,” Leon’s thighs tremble with trying not to thrust, “gonna make you swallow every fucking drop, y’ready? Got daddy so fucking close to busting a nut in that slutty throat.”

Moaning loudly, spit bubbles out around your lips to dribble down his cock, soaking his balls. His fingers spasm and grip at the back of your head even tighter, urging you to bob your head faster.

“Take it, take it, baby, fuck,” he humps forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his cock kicks, spurting rope after rope of hot sticky cum down your throat.

Swallowing as much as you can, you pull off with a wet slurp, feeling the last of his cum shoot out on your lips and cheeks. Leon smears his jizz into your skin and across your mouth making you whimper, pussy buzzing with arousal. 

“W’nna start that video over?” he grins down at you, “won’t take too long for me to get hard again, and this time I can stuff that needy pussy full.”

NO BECAUSE OH MY GOD, 8 INCHES IS ONE THING BUT ANYTHING PAST THAT IS SCARY.

Genuinely I don't think some writers know how much an inch is😭 like If I ever saw a ten inch dick I'm running away 🏃💨

Switch leaning towards bottom Leon is sooo ughhh

I need this man!!! I need this man whining and begging!!

I honestly find it kinda funny when people portray Leon as like this big dom, punishing kinda guy when like the only vibes I get from this man are, ultra whiny, pussy whipped virgin.

LIKE

especially re2 leon, that man was fifty shades of flabbergasted when Ada just KISSED him, imaging what that guy would act like if you insinuated you wanted to fuck like the blush omlllll

And even in re4 half of his reactions to both Ada and Ashley are just "ok😀" dude would be positively flustered.

JUST LOOK AT HIM

ARRG

I will preach my "Leon is a whiny inexperienced bottom" beliefs until I die💪

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE AND SWEET 😭😭💔

- I’ve seen this film before

Trigger Warnings : mentions of the raccon city incident, reader gets a bit upset.

Author Note : hii loves, I just needed a small break. All of the asks that I received, has been answered and will be posted soon. Thank you for all of the love <3 { repost from my old blog} feedback is highly appreciated <33

Iced vanilla coffee with pumpkin cold foam," the barista announced. Eagerly, you slid your bookmark back into the pages of your book, your anticipation growing with each step toward the counter. Autumn's arrival meant it was finally time to indulge in your cherished seasonal beverage. As you reached out to claim your coffee, an unexpected hand swiftly grasped it before you could blink.

"Oh sorry, did I get the wrong order?" As you turned, you became captivated by a man whose striking blue eyes seemed to pierce deep into your soul. You found yourself irresistibly drawn to his gaze, utterly entranced by the intensity and allure of his eyes.

"Hey.... you okay?" he said while snapping his fingers. You snapped out of your trance and were a bit embarrassed.

"Uh, I'm terribly sorry. I thought this was my order, but I definitely could be mistaken," you explained clearly embarrassed, the flushed cheeks gave it away.

Just then, the barista called out another coffee order identical to yours. The man laughed, "Oh this one must be mine."

The two of you shared another look and went back to sit at your respective tables. You've had a busy day and it was only one in the afternoon. So sitting in the peaceful cafe was just what you needed.

As the hours slipped by, you became wholly absorbed in crafting the second draft of your second novel. The success of your debut work left an indelible mark on your heart, setting high expectations for this sequel. Vividly recounting your harrowing experiences in Raccoon City, the book pays special tribute to the valiant blonde rookie cop who risked everything to rescue you and your friends. Though time has drifted you all apart, the fast-approaching anniversary of those fateful events evokes bittersweet memories that continue to shape and inspire your writing.

You were absorbed in editing your draft you didn't see someone sitting across from you. Pulling out your earbuds and you brushed your hair back. You noted it was the man from earlier, "Oh sorry I didn't see you there."

As you smiled at him, charmed by his shyness, you started chatting about how your respective days went. Intrigued, he questioned you about the book you were writing, and as you explained your ideas, you couldn't help but mention its prequel, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

“"So, you were part of the Raccoon City incident?" he inquired with a hint of curiosity, his fingers absentmindedly playing with his watch. Caught off guard by this unexpected question, especially since it was a topic rarely discussed, you opted for honesty. The incident was not your favorite conversation piece, so you preferred to write under a pseudonym. Amusingly enough, none of your readers had any clue about your true identity or appearance.

“Uhh yea I was, my friends and I was going to a party. We were all riding together, and the police had shut the roads down. Then… the monsters came.” You trialed off, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. The man looked sympathetic and grabbed you hand. “Hey it’s okay… I promise it’s gets easier. You just have to have the right person.” He cradled your hand in his own, and gave you a gentle squeeze.

“If not for Officer Kennedy, I wouldn't be standing here today. The first book is an immense homage to him," you said with a smile, attempting to conceal the depth of your emotions. He was just a stranger who nearly picked up your coffee by mistake, and you didn't want to impose the weight of your past on him.

“If it’s any help, I was also there. It was the first day of the job for me.” He began and the pieces hadn’t clicked yet.

"I remember that day vividly. It was my first day on the job, and little did I know, it would also be a day I would never forget. I rushed into the gas station, running late after a terrible breakup with my girlfriend the night before. As I raced to my car, my heart pounding with adrenaline, I knew that this day would be different. And little did I know, it would be the start of a wild and crazy journey that would change my life forever." He moved his blonde hair out of his face.

“Oh I’m so sor-“ he cut you off, “I’m fine, I’ve learned to heal.”

You nodded and the barista reminded everyone it was closing time, on some days they closed at 2:30 in the afternoon. You gathered your things, and the man waited for you.

“Allow me to walk you out?” He held out his arm for you to take. You giggled a bit embarrassed and accepted his arm.

He walked you to your car and helped you set your stuff in the back. You had realized after talking to him for so long, that you didn’t even know his name. He was getting ready to leave but you stopped him.

“You know I never got your name.” You pointed out to him. He chucked and said. “How rude of me, you can call me Officer Kennedy.” The color must have drained from your face.

“It’s okay. It’s okay I’m sorry I should have said something earlier.” You felt like fainting, he grabbed a hold of your wait and gently helped you sit down.

“Oh.. my I didn’t even realize.” He shook his head. Brushing you off. “Honestly it’s okay… I’m glad your safe after all these years. To be honest I kinda tracked you down here.”

You looked at him confused. “ my friend Claire was reading the book, and she sent it to me. I just had to see you. I don’t really care for pumpkin ice coffee. I just overheard that you ordered it.” He laughed nervously.

You laughed at him and he smirked “so.. do you think I could get an autograph.”

WHAAHAHAHA THIS WAS SO CUTE I CANT-

MY HEART

Hell's Kitchen

Summary: You and Leon have the worst dining experience of your life at your daughter’s “restaurant”

Pairing: Dad!Leon Kennedy x Mom!Reader

Word Count: 933 words

Warnings: Fluff, humor, Leon being a smart-ass

A/N: I bring you more Dad!Leon :) This was a short lil idea I had the other night. I am not going to lie, I personally suck at playing pretend with kids, so this may be unrealistic/stupid. But all in all, I hope you enjoy this lil drabble!! <3

“Do you have menus?” 

Sitting cross-legged on the living room floor and parallel to you at the small Disney Princess table, Leon looked up expectantly at your three year old daughter. She stared him down, blue eyes mirroring his own before she turned around and walked over to the plastic kitchen playset. 

You bit back a giggle, trying to be serious enough not to ruin her playtime and provide her with as much enrichment as possible, but it was nearing impossible considering the expression of surprise currently resting on Leon’s face. 

“Guess it’s a surprise, then,” he chuckled, turning his head back to you with that lopsided smile of his. He placed his large hands on the table and began to drum his fingers, occasionally glancing over at the little girl rambunctiously pretending to cook. Leon focused on you, giving you a dramatic wink as he propped his elbow up on the small pink table. “So,” he started, voice tinged with flirt. “Come here often?” 

A smile tugged at your lips as you rolled your eyes, mimicking his position while you rested your chin in your palm. “Actually, it’s my first time here,” you played along, giggling at the way he nodded and leaned back. 

“Mine too,” Leon hummed, looking back over at the daughter you two shared. He huffed and rested his hand against his face to block his words from her ears. “Can’t say that I’m particularly impressed with the customer service, though.” 

You turned your head towards the playset, raising an eyebrow as you watched your daughter fiddle with tiny metal pans and plastic food. “Be nice,” you laughed softly, a mock expression of scolding on your face when you turned back towards him. “She’s got a one woman show going on over there.” 

Your daughter had insisted that her father and you ate at her “restaunt”, even going as far as throwing a tantrum until both you and Leon were seated around the little table tucked away in the corner of the living room. Watching her play and have fun, especially now that Leon was home and able to join in, brought a smile to your face that couldn’t be erased. Even with the abundant witty comments being whispered to you every twenty seconds. 

“Oh my god,” Leon suddenly mumbled, eyebrows pinched together in surprise and slight concern as he stared at the toddler. “She’s using Barbie to cook.” 

You hadn’t noticed until now, but your little girl definitely was using her Barbie’s legs to stir whatever imaginary food she had in the plastic cooking pot. You let your jaw drop open before you leaned closer over the table, whispering back to Leon. “Maybe we should call the health inspector?” 

Leon nodded in agreement, stifling a chuckle when your daughter looked back at the two of you. You both scrambled to get back into the playing state of mind, smiling at her until she turned back around and continued on. 

She eventually ceased stirring, grabbing the play plates and arranging various toys on them before she brought them over to the table. The plate handed to Leon consisted of a fake can of peas, a plastic drumstick, a rock, and a spoon. The plate handed to you, however, only held one thing: a plastic banana. She set them down in front of each of you, eyes expectantly watching for the two of you to start eating. 

Leon laughed under his breath as he looked down at his pink plate compared to your nearly-empty purple plate, once again covering his mouth with his hand. “Guess we know who the favorite is,” he teased softly, deep blue eyes flitting up to yours. 

You rolled your eyes once more, waving him off before you looked over at your daughter. “It looks great, baby,” you praised her softly, smiling as you watched her face light up. You pretended to eat, doing everything that you could to keep from laughing as you watched Leon struggle to play along across from you. 

After about thirty seconds of watching him make exaggerated bites into the plastic chicken drumstick, your daughter snatched the plate away from him and took yours, too. When she got back to her little kitchen, Leon had to put his head down on the table. 

You could hear the muffled laughter as he crossed his arms, clearly surprised with how forceful she’d been about taking the plates away. He lifted his head back up, smiling fondly as he looked back in her direction. “I guess I was done.”

“You didn’t compliment the chef,” you clicked your tongue with a playful grin. The child continued to make a ruckus of noise in the kitchen, prompting you to try and engage her. “Are you making dessert?” 

“No,” her favorite word immediately came flying from her mouth as she shook her head. 

Leon feigned a gasp, putting a hand over his chest like he’d just been wounded. “But, sweetheart,” he mustered every ounce of playful disappointment into his voice. “Daddy and mommy always have dessert after dinner.” 

Your daughter shook her head again and proceeded to ignore the two of you as she started to play on her own. 

Leon made a face at her turned back before he shook his own head. It was no wonder where she got her attitude from. “I’m not leaving a tip,” he huffed, leaning back on his palms with another mock look of disdain. 

You laughed softly before you got up, stretching out your arms and legs. “Alright,” you sighed, moving to pick your child up from behind. “Bath time, little lady.” 

SOMETHING ABOUT LEON AND GUITAR

(I have a drawing of goth-ish Leon with a guitar but I can't find it...)

Nothing can stop me now, 'cause I don't care

Rating: E (minors don’t interact, I will bite you!)

Rockstar!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut (18+), PIV, doggy, safe sex, fingering, mirror sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, marking, biting, slight overstimulation, no use of y/n

WC: 2.9K

“You’re cute…” He twists a lock of your hair around his finger, “You were practically eye-fucking me out there, Angel…You don’t get to be shy now.” 

A one-shot in which the main five are a part of a rock band called S.T.A.R.S. (Wesker is the manager because I said so :relieved:) Lineup is Chris on drums, Jill on lead guitar, Rebecca on keyboard and backing vocals, Claire as lead vocals and Leon on bass and backing vocals

Special thanks to @lipglossanon for inspiring me to start writing on another fic which snowballed into this one.

Big fat thanks to @neondogs for guiding me through the jungle of smut writing 

Crossposted to my AO3 Here

My first ever proper fic! Hope you enjoy!

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When your best friend confessed that they managed to get tickets for S.T.A.R.S. for your birthday you went crazy. They’d been you and your friends' favourite musicians for two years and getting tickets for their shows was notoriously hard. 

In the days coming up to the concert, you made sure that everything was prepared and packed, this trip was your one shot to finally see them live, it just had to be perfect. Everything from getting to the hotel to checking in went well and you both quickly fell asleep from exhaustion. After waking from the alarm you set the following morning you made your way to the venue. You camped outside for hours, desperate to get to see them front row since you had general admission tickets. And that you did. 

While the opening act played neither you nor your friend could focus as you waited for their set to start. Your friend had their eyes on Chris, the drummer, but the one that caught your attention was the bassist, Leon Scott Kennedy… There wasn’t a single person in the band who was unattractive, but there was just something else about him with his messy blonde hair and icy blues. 

The second they step out on stage the crowd goes wild… You almost feel like you’re going to pass out from all the excitement, but the feeling quickly dies down as they start playing. Your eyes barely leave Leon, mesmerized by his large arms as he strums out the bass lines. His fingers are quick, agile, it makes you wonder if they’d be the same if he fucked you with them.

You bite your lip trying to shake the thought, but the image refuses to leave your head. The thought of his fingers curling into that spongy spot in you makes the gusset of your already skimpy panties fill up with slick. You try to focus on Claire’s singing, but your eyes cannot seem to drift away from the blonde bassist…

When you recognize the chords from Antiviral your heart sinks a little. The lights dim a little, making the room darker until red spotlights turn on. It was their signature set-ender, they always added a bit more theatrics into it for a more impactful end of their show. 

As they play you feel as if Leon is staring straight at you. You’re probably just imagining it, but it feels like he’s looking at you like you’re the only one in the crowd. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed that you paid attention and raised his left hand to his mouth, flicking his tongue in between his pointer and middle finger. Did he just?? Your heart feels as if it’s going to combust. The move doesn’t go unappreciated by their fans, the crowd going wild around you. Tired of his constant bullshit, Claire hits him in the back of his head which makes him stop, but it doesn’t knock the sly smirk off his face…

Your head is spinning slightly after they finish up and start making their way backstage. Your friend waves a hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. 

“Hello? Earth is calling…” When they notice your attention is on them they continue talking, gushing about how good their set was and how hot Chris was with all that drumming. All you can think about is Leon, it must’ve been meant for the girl beside you right? Not you… It couldn’t have been for you. 

The both of you start leaving along with the masses of people that attended the concert when you’re suddenly approached by a heavy-set man in a security vest. 

“Excuse me, I need you two to come with me, please.” His voice called out as he grabbed the shoulder of your friend holding them still. 

“Are we in trouble, sir?” You asked, tone nervous. He doesn’t answer, just moving the two of you out through the security exit. Your friend is handed off to another security guard and the two of you start freaking out, wondering what the fuck is going on. 

“What the fuck! Let me go!” You hear your friend yell from around the corner. Trying to get away from the security guard to help your friend is futile as he continues pulling you along until you stand in front of a white door with a certain name written on it. L. Kennedy.

“Got the girl.” His booming voice calls out as he pounds on the door until he’s confirmed to open it by the man inside. The guard pushes you inside, closing the door after himself. 

There he stands, right before your eyes, Leon Scott Kennedy in the flesh, flushed and sweaty from the intense performance that finished just a few minutes before. He beckons you closer, crooking his fingers toward himself. Your heart is in your throat, standing there dumbfounded as his actions sink in and you stumble over your feet as you try to make your way to him as quick as you can. 

“You’re cute…” He twists a lock of your hair around his finger, “You were practically eye-fucking me out there, Angel…You don’t get to be shy now.” His voice is gravelly from his previous singing, the tone sending a jolt of arousal straight to your clit. Did he just call you cute? 

“Cat’s got your tongue?” he questions, cocking his brow in a teasing manner. You frantically mumble out an apology for it. He grabs your chin, your lips squish lightly as he gently squeezes the fat of your cheeks making you quiet. 

“Don’t be sorry. Like I said… you’re cute. Besides, we both know you want this too.” You nod dumbly at him, wide-eyed and flushed. His eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, “What’s your name, Angel?” 

You nervously mumble it out, still not believing that this is happening. By the way he’s touching you and looking at you, it seems like he wants this just as much as you do. 

“Pretty…” It rolls off his tongue, whiskey-smooth as his string-calloused fingers find their way to your waist and slip beneath your cropped tee to pull you closer. “Can I kiss you?” It comes off softer, more earnest as if your answer is the deciding factor for what he might do to you. You nod desperately, not trusting your voice. 

Before you can blink his lips are on yours and you let out a slight noise of surprise before sinking into the kiss, your lips moving in sync. He backs you up against the make-up table which creaks as your body weight leans against it. His tongue licks against the seam of your lips and you let him into your mouth. You only break apart to pull your respective shirts over your heads before your mouths crash together again in a desperate kiss. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” You feel his fingers tease the hem of your skirt, running his hand along your thigh. Once his fingers reach your panties you let out a soft whine, desperate for any attention he can give to your soaking cunt. He lets out a deep groan against your lips once he feels how wet you are. 

“You planned for this, didn’t you, Angel? Wanted to be my own private little groupie?” He wasn’t entirely wrong… You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t been indescribably attracted to him ever since your friend introduced his band to you. Before you can answer his mouth is on your lips and his wet tongue is thrusting against yours as he peels the soaked panties off your legs.

“Fuck you’re wet, Baby. Your pussy is really cryin’ for me. She needs something to fill her up, huh?” His calloused fingers run through your folds, over your clit to tease your entrance. 

“Uh huh, please.” You beg as your hole clenches around nothing in anticipation. He slides two fingers into your sopping cunt making you gasp. His fingers feel just as you imagined as he skillfully thrusts them into you meeting your g-spot which pulls a high-pitched whine from your throat. 

“Fuck, Leon. Jus’ like that.” you mewl as the heel of his palm rubs against your throbbing clit. The feeling of his mouth kissing and sucking along your throat along with his other hand toying with your tits makes your nerves feel like they’re on fire, arousal burning hot in your veins. Just as you’re about to cum, clenching around his fingers he stills and pulls his fingers out of you making you protest. 

“Can’t let you have all the fun now, can I?” Leon murmurs against your skin. Desperate for any kind of touch you crash your lips against his again, your hands reaching for the studded belt holding up his thrashed jeans. He lets you unbuckle his belt but before you can pull his cock out he stops your hand.

You start to panic slightly at the action. “Wha-” He cuts you off asking if you’re on birth control to which you sheepishly shake your head. Leon rummages through his jacket on the other side of the room, leaving you naked at the makeup table as he searches for what you can assume is a condom. As he makes his way back to you, you notice how his eyes rake over your body.

“Turn around f’ me.” He growled and you do as he says, leaning on the table as your eyes meet in the mirror. Leon leans over your back to whisper in your ear, “I want you to watch yourself cumming on my cock, Angel. Can you do that for me?” His husky tone sends a shiver down your spine as you nod dumbly at him, drunk on arousal even before he’s fucked you. 

He pulls his cock out of his jeans, slips the condom on, and watches as your pussy clenches in anticipation. Running his hand over the column of your spine he spits on your fluttering hole before leaning over you again to kiss and nip at your shoulder, “I need you to relax for me.” 

You try to, but the way his kisses feel doesn’t help much. He lines himself up to your cunt before slowly sheathing himself inside your walls, the both of you moaning in unison. You’re thankful that he lets you adjust for a moment, you didn’t even need to see his dick to know that he was thick from the way that he’s stretching you. 

The pace he sets doesn’t surprise you, what starts as slow and deep experimental thrusts turn into a brutal pace that almost makes you drool. His hands run over your hips, fingers dimpling the soft pad of fat, gripping as he pounds into you. You’re sure it’s going to bruise, but it feels too good to even care. 

“God damn, you’re gripping me tight. You're going to make me bust early, baby.” He coos into your ear, the tone making you let out a broken moan. His mouth runs over your neck and shoulders hot, wet, needy as he kisses and sucks bruises into your skin to suppress his own sounds. “So cockdrunk that you can’t even answer me?” He teases, though his heavy breathing makes it clear that he’s very affected too as his hips keep pistoning into you. You nod back at him, lustful eyes meeting his in the smudgy mirror.

One of his hands slips through your folds, searching for your clit to rub it in tight circles. You feel yourself quickly building to an orgasm, eyes rolling back into the back of your skull as your moans grow more intense. “Please, Leon. I’m so close.” You whimper, pussy clenching down on him.

“I know.” he groans as his other hand leaves your hip to squeeze your chin. He angles his face beside yours, making sure you can see yourself come undone in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he whispers huskily “Such a good little groupie for me, aren’t you? I bet you’d let the others fuck you too, wouldn’t you? I’m sure Chris would love to take you too…” Leon's hips move faster, fingers pinching your clit roughly. 

The thought of being shared between Leon and Chris in addition to the fucking is too much for your lust-ridden brain to handle and it makes you cum, milking his cock as you let out a strangled moan. He bites down on your shoulder when your orgasm pushes him over the edge and you feel his cock kick inside you. 

You’re both quiet as he stills, the only sound in the room being your laboured breathing. He slips out his softening dick making you wince slightly before he tosses the condom and pulls his jeans up. You go to grab your clothes, but he stops you pulling you close to him by your waist. “I’m not done with you yet, Angel. I made you a promise earlier, didn’t I?”

You look at him with slight confusion, the lust haze making your brain a little slow… When he sloppily kisses his way down your chest and stomach, you get it. He kneels in front of you, pushing you against the table as sea-blue eyes look up at you through heavy lashes. The sight was a lot to take in and you feel slick start to coat your inner thighs.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He breathes against your mound, gripping your thighs to spread you open for him, “Can’t wait to taste her.” 

His tongue licks a broad stripe over your folds making you instinctively grab onto his hair. Leon moans at your touch, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. You can’t help but roll your hips into his mouth as he moves further down, teasing your entrance. He fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping your clit while lapping up your juices, 

A thumb pulls the hood of your clit up before he attaches his mouth to it again, drawing a high-pitched whine from your throat. “Fuck, Leon. I’m gonna cum…” It only spurs him on further, sucking the nub harder. When he flicks the tip of his tongue over your throbbing clit you fall over the edge, cumming with a sob. Your thighs are shaking as they squeeze around his head, your hole clenching around nothing as he continues to overstimulate your cunt. 

He kisses your inner thigh, a much too intimate gesture for what this is, but neither of you says anything, too preoccupied with catching your breaths. His mouth and chin are covered in your juices, a sight you tried to brandish in your brain for further use. “That was-” You begin, not quite sure what you actually want to say. 

Leon seems to understand what you’re getting at though, responding with a quiet ‘yeah…’. You both dress yourselves completely in silence, one that weighed heavy on the fact that no matter how you both felt you’d most likely never see each other again. 

“Don’t forget your bag, Angel.” He breaks the silence, holding your handbag out for you to take. You swing it over your shoulder muttering ‘thank you’ before turning the knob of the door to leave. His hand keeps the door shut, caging you against it. “No goodbye kiss?” He leans closer to you, his eyes meeting yours

“‘Course, sorry.” You breathe against his lips as he nestles his nose next to yours. The kiss is softer, almost sweet, and goes on for far too long to be a simple goodbye. Something is lingering in the back of it, almost as if he’s conflicted. You’d lie if you said that the kiss wasn’t making you more flustered than the fact that you just let a stranger fuck you in his dressing room. He pulls away and opens the door for you, looking back he’s leaning on the doorframe watching as you take your leave. 

When you’re out of his line of sight you stuff your hand into the bag to pull out your phone to give your friend a call. While you do find your phone you’re also met with a piece of paper that you know for a fact wasn’t there before the show. You pull it out, noticing a phone number along with some text. ‘Call me sometime. - L’ 

You read the note over and over again, not believing that he actually gave you his number. The note is safely stuffed back into the bag as you make your way to the hotel, forgetting all about the phone call you were about to make. You’re met by an empty hotel room and pass out almost instantly once your head hits the bed.

When both you and your friend woke up the next day you immediately noticed the trail of hickeys failing to be hid by their shirt. It seemed like they probably ended up in the same situation as you, but with another member, one you assumed to be Chris. 

“Good night yesterday?” You asked with a sly smirk, watching as a slight colour appeared on their cheeks. 

“Mhm… I could ask you the same…” They chuckled, pointing out the hickeys littering your shoulder, hickeys that you hadn’t noticed. 

“Amazing actually.” You answered. Maybe you should really call him…

He's such a silly old man

personal headcanons | leon k.

genre(s): humor, romance, erotica, modern au warning(s): female reader in mind, language, age gap, self indulgent, fingering, oral, p in v, voice kink, mentions of choking, bodily fluids, dirty talk, pet names, mostly me being a horny spazz for this man, not proofread now playing: funny how time flies - janet jackson

‣ most of your jokes consist of poking fun at your age difference.

‣ seriously. gen x vs. gen y is strong with this one.

‣ prime example: you give him shit about his car still having a cassette player.

‣ “get with the times, grandpa.”

‣ “fuck off. it’s retro.”

‣ “you’re retro, old man.”

‣ thinks the fact you still watch cartoons is endearing.

‣ but, “what the fuck is adventure time?”

‣ will “back in my day” you until you roll your eyes and scoff, shutting him up with a kiss.

‣ has your back despite how often you call him old.

‣ like you’re not getting up there yourself—your aching back and knees!

‣ goes out of his way to bring you little trinkets and snacks when he goes on missions in other countries.

‣ it eats him up that he can’t divulge the secrets of his profession.

‣ never wants to hide anything from you; you make him want to give you the world.

‣ but he knows he has to keep some secrets to protect you.

‣ you love him nonetheless.

‣ tug on his little heartstrings when you fall asleep on the phone with him.

‣ or when he catches you between sleep and consciousness on the couch when he’s had another late night around the office.

‣ secretly loves whisking you off to bed like some knight in shining armor.

‣ ridiculously gentle despite his imposing figure and calloused hands.

‣ sometimes riddled with those intrusive thoughts of choking you because he knows he could crush you with how small you are compared to him.

‣ not like you’d complain—sometimes, you ask him to lose a little control.

‣ and that scares him shitless because, who made you like this?

‣ despite how badly he wants to show you how much he’s missed you, he lets you sleep.

‣ holds you tight while you sink below the depths of unconsciousness.

‣ because sometimes, letting you go feels like you’ll disappear in a plume of smoke.

‣ but when you awaken before the sun…

‣ oh, it’s on.

‣ because you think you’re so slick, rutting your little ass against him in the wee hours of the morning.

‣ challenge: accepted.

‣ knows what his voice does to you. how the low rumble of it makes you clench and stutter.

‣ and when you rub your thighs together to ward off that fuzzy rush of endorphins between them…

‣ fuck.

‣ “did somebody miss me?” he croons, his stubble coarse in the junction of your shoulder as he litters your neck with kisses and holds your chin in his massive hand.

‣ loves to tease you into submission.

‣ will touch and suckle everywhere except where you want him the most.

‣ and he will do this for hours until you growl for him to “stop being a little shit.”

‣ “thought you were sleepin’, baby.”

‣ plays with your pretty nipples until they’re pebbled and straining against your clothes.

‣ flitters his tongue over them, groaning because you taste and feel so goddamn good.

‣ spreads you open like a flower with long, languid strokes of his fingers.

‣ and the sticky glide of your cunt against his fingertips makes his dick jump.

‣ “makin’ a mess for me already, love? so fuckin’ cute, aren’t you?”

‣ alternates between circling your clit and testing the barrier of your sticky, slutty little pussy hole depending on how your body responds to him.

‣ because when you undulate your hips against him in response, he soaks his joggers with pre-spend.

‣ will make you cum at least thrice on his hand.

‣ and will keep fucking you through your orgasms because, who told you to feel this good?

‣ until you beg him for something more filling.

‣ can give you a solid two rounds in pound-town.

‣ he’s not as young as he used to be, god dammit. cut ‘em some slack.

‣ apologetic if he cums before you, though he makes it his mission to ensure you get yours first.

‣ but will finish you off with his mouth if you so please.

‣ eating you out is his favorite pastime. he gets hard all over again just from being between your legs.

‣ will twine your fingers together and maintain some semblance of eye contact while he unravels you with his mouth.

‣ and will groan into your cunt to let you know how appreciative he is for the meal.

‣ vocal af.

‣ will continue until your thighs clamp down on his face, signaling him to “s-stop. to-too much.”

‣ god forbid he’s in a teasing mood because you’ll have to punch him to get him to stop.

‣ finds you irresistible when you beg.

‣ fuck. he’s suddenly up for round 3.

‣ aftercare is immaculate.✨

‣ has a hard time keeping up with your energy sometimes.

‣ but will definitely heft you up with one hand as he walks you into the house to kiss you stupid against the wall of your entryway.

‣ will definitely dance on the table with you in his underwear.

‣ and indulges you in your childish requests—pillow fort? he’s down.

‣ content with just existing in your presence.

‣ you’re his vice; his kryptonite.

‣ and he’s hopelessly romantic for you.

‣ because you have him doing all the cliche shit. kissing in the rain. swinging hands on the beach, walking into the sunset. sporadically showing up at your job with flowers and takeout.

‣ grabbing your ass in public to let everyone know that yes, this old man’s hittin’ that.

‣ he’s head over heels for you.

‣ and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

‣ because you make him feel something he thought himself dead to for years.

Leon in this scene is so pookie girl dinner

Resident Evil 4 (2005)

i recently hit 100! here's a Leon doodle to celebrate <3