Leon's So Cute I Want To Hit Him Over The Head With A Boulder . I Get Such Bad Cuteness Aggression From

Leon's so cute I want to hit him over the head with a boulder ☺️. I get such bad cuteness aggression from him and I feel bad after but at the same time. I want to blow him up and give him a sweet little kiss, patting his head. Wrapping him in a blanket and then ravaging him, not in a sex way but in a hyena way. yk?? rp if you relate 😔

Breach in conduct

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Og4 leon x therapist fem!reader

Cw: referenced homophobia, referenced abuse, referenced sexual assault, dub-con, forced mdlb, coercion, dumbification, very unprofessional behaviour! Mommy kink, breastfeeding kink, handjob.

For @virgincels :3

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"How's your relationship with your mother?"

Leon rolls his eyes, all shrinks are the same - even the bougie overpriced ones. "That’s a cheap shot, don't you think Doc?" His slender fingers drum against the suede of the armchair.

"Maybe. I didn't expect you to get so defensive"

"Oh great, is this the part where you tell me I'm only fucked up because I wasn't breast fed?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes so dramatically they almost get stuck back there.

Your vibrant red painted lips curl up in a snide smile, caked face resembling sticky sweet frosting. "Something like that"

"So what am I paying you for? With all due respect this seems like a waste of time" the respect he feels you're due is reflected in the sharp cut of his voice.

"You're not. The government is"

You got him there. The therapy comes with the job, a demeaning way of ensuring his 'mental fortitude' or whatever they called it. An amused smirk tugs at the edge of his mouth as he leans back futher into his seat. Might aswell waste some company time if its not costing him.

"Well then, I guess you should know I wasn't joking about not being breast fed"

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"It's a shame to see what the government does to men like you"

"Men...like me?" Oh yes. Leon thinks. Just sly diss him after he reveals his deepest secrets and darkest traumas. That's some top notch therapy right there.

"I see your type in my office a lot, broken down pretty boys who look like they'd be better off in a Calvin Klein advert"

Leon has a problem with being called pretty. Could say it's a sore subject - his appearance being compared to something soft and delecate, something he is not. His daddy used to beat him sensless for being a 'fag'. High school bullies would jump him in bathrooms. Creepy sports coaches would touch him in ways teachers shouldn't touch their students. Police academy was even worse; so many nights of being forced down on his knees or having his face smothered with a pillow to keep him quiet. However, being called pretty by a woman - and a strict, bitch faced, slightly older one like you - now that wasn't too bad. Of course he won't admit that, no, he's spent a lifetime trying to outrun the pretty boy allegations. It'll take more than a pencil skirt and a tight button up to get him to face his truth. His truth being that he is, in fact, a broken pretty boy and not the hardass military tool he's been posing as for so long.

To admit his truth would be to confirm his fears. All those years of abuse and tornment really did have an adverse effect on him and weren't just 'toughening him up' as his Pa' used to say. "Listen, Doc, I don't think it's appropriate for you to be telling me how good I'd look as an underwear model - no matter how badly you wanna get in my pants. Doesn't that go against your code of conduct?"

Judging from your unamused expression, the joke didn't quite land. Not many of his jokes do, especially not with the ladies. But you're not just any lady and you can see right through his bullshit. He's deflecting. "What I'm trying to say is that far too many men fall victim to the battlefield and I don't mean by dying" you push your glasses up, scanning your notepad before huffing out a breath, "I just want you to be honest with me. Because if you bottle it all... it will ruin you"

"I'll keep that in mind next time me and my comrades have our nightly circle jerk. Maybe we'll share our feelings and cry while we're at it"

His sarcasm makes your eye twitch. You could tell from the get go that Leon was the cynical type but it's irritating you more than it should. "Alright smart ass, if that's how you want to be. How about we try something different?"

He tries not to flinch when you pat your lap. Embarrassment claws at his skin, blush blossoming in the tips of his ears. You surly weren't asking him to-

"Come sit"

Oh god. Instinctively, he checks over his shoulder as if his Pa might be there holding the belt. Emotions are for puffs. Only homos cry. Only gayboys want their mommy. That's what dad always said. Mama left because she didn't want some pathetic runt for a son.

"You can't be serious?!" He sounds offended. How dare you assume he'd even allow himself to be so humiliated? He's a grown man, he isn't gonna sit in your lap.

"Come here. Now" Okay, maybe he is. But not because he wants to. You're just scary when you talk like that.

So, he steps towards you with stiff limbs, hands pinned to his sides, like he's struggling to ward off a fight or flight response. He has to close his eyes as he sits down, trying to distance himself from the situation. He's not an adult man in his therapist's lap, hes just... a kid again.

"N-now what?" He swallows, nerves making his head fuzzy.

"This is going to be an... exercise. Are you willing to cooperate with me on this?" Your voice is a lot sweeter now, almost melodic. It's soothing, like a lullaby.

"Yeah, I'll do whatever you say"

"No more sarcastic remarks?"

"No, no more of that. I promise" and he's being honest, despite himself. Who knew all it'd take to break him was a little old fashion embarrassment.

"Good boy" the words simultaneously send shivers up his spine and make him want to throw himself out the window. "We're gonna play pretend, okay?"

"Uh, like what?"

"I want you to let yourself go back to your inner child. Can you do that for me, sweetie?"

God this is so weird. But it feels so ...right? "Sure..."

"Good. I think you just need somebody to take care of you, huh?"

"What?'" Leon mumbles, opening his eyes when he hears rustling. His face sets on fire when he sees you opening your shirt up. "What are you-"

"Shhh, mommy's gonna look after you" you hush him, pulling your tits out of your bra before he can argue.

Being the kind of man he is, Leon's hard immediately, regardless of how weird he finds this. Something is wrong with you, maybe you're the one in need of therapy.

"Mm.. are y'gonna feed me, mommy?" The quickness in which he gives up his dignity is truly record breaking but a man's gotta eat. Latching on to your tit, he suckles like a newborn calf.

It's sort of mesmerising, watching the deep scowl on his face fade into a glassy eyed dissociative state. His eyebrows unknit themselves and suddenly he looks seven years younger. Spit bubbles out the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his chin, the wet smacking of his tongue echoes off the walls. As a tender hand makes it's way through his hair, Leon lets his eyes fall shut - only to snap back open in surprise.

As he lay there; spread out across your lap, suckling away, you had slipped your other hand down his pants. Though momentarily shocked, he's not going to complain. Even if he wanted to he's not sure he could find the words to speak. Put into an empty headspace by your hypnotic presence, the only sound he now found himself capable of making were pathetic mewls. As if it were all he knew how to do - Leon thrust his hips up into your palm, searching for friction on his leaky cock. With his mouth still occupied by your tits, his moans came out muffled and sent vibrations through your chest.

"Shhh, I know. I know" you coo, sympathetically as if he were an injured baby animal crying out for help. He might as well be.

"My tip is so leaky mama" he whispers, mouth pulling off your nipple with a 'pop'.

"I see that, baby" you nod, shushing him with a wet kiss. His spit covers your lips and smears your makeup. "Such a messy boy"

Nodding, he lifts his hips again. "Hurts" he murmurs, sticking out his lower lip - swollen and bright red from all the puckering.

"Well that's what mommies are for, sweetie, to take care of your pain" and then, without warning, you trace a finger over the slit in his head, gathering a heavy glob of precum and dragging it down his length.

"Oh fuck-"

"Good little boys don't curse" you scold, stilling the motions on his aching hard on.

"Sorry! Sorry mommy" he mumbles, screwing his baby blues shut.

With a satisfied humm you continue to slowly jerk him. Each vein pulses under your touch with a unique rhythm. "Lift your shirt up" you command and he does as he's told. Pumping hin faster, you angle him so the both of you can get a good view as his cum spurts in thick ropes across his abs. The unexpected orgasm makes Leon cry out incoherently, covering his face with both hands.

You use a handkerchief to clean him up, tucking his softening dick back away. Hooking an arm under his legs and behind his neck, you rock him gently until his babbling comes to an end. A gentle kiss to his forehead has him blushing harder than beimg given a handjob in therapy. A shy smile creeps its way onto his face, followed by an awkward cough.

"Your appointment time has ran out. I'll be needing my office for the next client, if you could please see yourself out"

"Uh, yeah. Obviously" he jumps out of your lap like he's been electrocuted "so... uh same time next week?"

"I'll pencil you in on my calendar"

Oh damn-

6!Leon Collarbone Appreciation Post

I just think he has very pretty collarbones and that everyone should get to see them.

Also, for those curious, I wouldn't doubt that this was done for fan service since they made RE1!Chris' collarbones visible for sex appeal, so I wouldn't doubt the "Leon's shirt being unbuttoned so far his boobs are almost out" aspect is in the same vein.

chan's details 🫀

last minute remedy

di leon kennedy x fem!reader

basically, he just fucks you to sleep upon request

note: just a little something to ease my insomnia :3 definitely wanna write about him with a hybrid!reader when i can dedicate more time to writing something long and thought out yipee

leon could never deny you anything. you were his pretty princess. how could he not give in whenever you flashed him a pout and that puppy-dog look of yours that you had perfected to a tee? others would call you spoiled, but whatever you wanted, leon happily gave.

so when you woke him up in the middle of the night with a whisper of his name, a few taps on his shoulder, your cute eyes all wide and expectant as you asked him to fuck you to sleep, he caved pretty quickly.

poor thing, he knew you struggled with falling asleep.

it didn’t take long for his cock to get hard, just the sight of your hand pawing at his boxers was enough to get all his blood rushing south. not to mention the way you pulled your panties off and bunched the fabric of your nightgown up to your hips out of desperation.

fuck. you were so pretty.

that’s how he got here, settled on top of you with his hips nestled between your thighs and your calves lazily crossed over his torso. he’s slow with his movements, letting every inch of his cock fill your needy cunt before pulling out to rub his precum dribbling tip against your clit, and then burying himself back in.

he goes so deep it has your eyes brimming with feel-good tears, and they roll down your cheeks when you shut your eyes.

“yeah, just close your eyes and feel me. don’t gotta worry about a thing, sweet girl.”

he leans down to kiss away your tears, the salty taste of them having become oh so dearly familiar from past moments where you sat on his lap and sobbed your eyes out. or in intimate settings like these where all the pleasurable shocks going through your body had you tearing up.

what a crybaby, he loved it.

who needs a heavy blanket to keep the coldness away when your boyfriend’s body exudes enough heat to keep you all warm and cozy? his body drapes over yours so perfectly.

he knows when you’re close, you don’t even gotta tell him. he feels you squeezing like a vice and he has to resist the urge to creampie you right then and there.

he takes a deep breath, propping himself up on one of his forearms. he’s not getting any younger and he can’t hold back for as long, not when he has a cutie like you under him. he has to make you finish before he spills. his other hand gives one of your tits a gentle squeeze before lowering so the pad of his thumb can circle your swollen clit. his thumb slipped a bit, that’s how soaked you were.

“shh, that’s it…i’ve got you.” he rasps as he presses a kiss against your temple. “just like princess. doing so well for me. you’re gonna dream of me after this, yeah?”

his voice is like a lull, blending in perfectly with the soft sound of your uneven breathing. if you weren’t so damn sleepy, you would’ve been embarrassed by how wet you were, the squelching sounds echoing through the quiet room.

your legs weakly squeeze him, your fingers digging into the sheets, soft and shaky breaths spilling from your lips with sleepy murmurs of his name. “leon, leon, leon…”

no more need to buy gummies and other medications that put you at the risk of getting nightmares. not when leon is more than willing to soothe you by stuffing his dick inside you whenever you ask him to.

it doesn’t even matter that he didn’t shoot a load, just knowing that you were able to go to drift off to dreamland is enough for him.

he gently cleans you up with a warmly washed towel and then freshens up as well before placing a kiss on your forehead as he tucks you in and then slides right next to you, keeping you safe by his side.

(pic creds: bluwleon)

cw: public sex w/o protection :3 + lil fluff!

i want re2 leon to go on a walk with me. Need him to nerd out on me. Like yess babe, I want to hear all about the rpd!

Let me hear about all the people you've arrested! Oh no, someone tried flirting their way out of a ticket and you thought of me? 🫣 Should've knocked her ass out leon!

Need to see his eyes light up and his cute lil smile.

But also.... I need him to pin me down and to feed me through his mouth. Needd him to whisper dirty things in my ear. And to try and arouse me in public! (Whilst making himself harder than a rock, having to readjust himself every couple of minutes).

Imagine doing cute lil things with him while you're on a date, like lets say, at the beach; and then he just loves you too much he gets horny just from being so affectionate with you. It becomes harder for him to control himself. So he just decides to pull you into a secluded spot and pleads with you to help him out.

"Please baby, let me put it inside for a little bit. Promise I'll buy you an ice cream afterwards." His defined arms wrap around your waist as he whispers to you. Bulge pressing against your lower back.

"Fine. You better buy me a waffle cone ice cream," you sigh, trying to hold back a smile. "And let me get two scoops."

"Deal." He peppers your neck with kisses, while he pulls up the sundress you're wearing. Lazily pulling your panties to the side and pulling his cock out through the hole in his briefs. Gently rubbing the tip against your folds, spreading your juices to ensure it's not dry as he pushes it in.

You brace yourself on the rock that's shielding you both from the rest of the beach. Angling your hips to try and make it easier on you both. Slowly breathing in and out, you feel the tip stretching out your hole as it pushes into your wetness.

Leon stops halfway and groans, "Babe, you're so fucking tight," he noses his way up to your cheek and presses a sloppy kiss there. "Relax, princess. Relax for me, okay?"

"Mm.. 'kay," you whine softly. His hands gripping the fat of your hips, which are soon to be bruised, as he pushes it all the way in. Pelvis flushed against your backside.

Moving his hands to gently rubbing your stomach before dipping down between your thighs. Finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, making you flutter around his length.

"Atta girl," he moans, pulling out and gently thrusting it back in. Finding a slow rhythm for now as he tries to focus on you and making sure you feel good too.

"Leon," you groan, pushing yourself back on his length. "Faster."

His thrusts speed up at the last breath of your sentence. Sloppy and fast. Especially since you're trying to meet his pace, bouncing back on him.

Soft plap, plap, plap's can be heard above the waves of the ocean and the people talking. His mouth attaches itself on your neck, biting into the delicacy that is your skin.

Hands moving to grip onto your waist, molding into the shape of his fingers.

"Baby, it feels s'good." He pants, before letting one of his hands grab onto your jaw. His chapped lips landing on yours in a messy kiss. Moaning and groaning into your mouth as he swaps spit with you. "Just know your pussy missed me. Know she missed my creampies."

Leon's once baby blue eyes meet yours, now dark with lust and love for you.

:3 me wants to consume him okay!!!