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Can I pls request one where Leon is obsessed with his wife’s small baby bump? Like especially when she wears dresses he just can’t stop staring 🧎‍♀️🌸

baby blues

—re4!leon kennedy!husband x pregnant wife!reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: MDNI, 18+, a lot of fluff, leon being the best baby daddy out there, reader kind of hates being pregnant at times, reader deals with some body issues and how their body is changing, leon is so sweet and supportive, gives cocky hot dad vibes, mentions of pregnancy pain, oral (f receiving), breast play, lots of kissing and praise, mentions of past sex, mentions of doctors offices, cursing, leon and reader being the cutest little husband and wife out there.

“you had tried. tried stretching, tried taking a pill and had tried sleeping. but everything hurt. everything. your feet, your head, your back and especially your breasts. it felt like something was tugging and poking at all the soft parts of your body. it was torture, almost. if there wasn’t a handsome man next to you, rubbing your back as you laid on your side. leon dulled the ache a little, he looked at you still like the day he met you four years ago, even when you were pregnant, fat and you felt like death had taken over certain parts of your body. leon still looked at you like you were the most precious thing. and it made you wanna cry, scream and kiss him all at the same time.”

— or reader gets pregnant and tries to come to terms with it and leon has no problem helping her out

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an: thank you for the request anon <33 hope you enjoy it. this was such a cute little thing to write. might make a headcanon list soon just for this specific request :,)

you and leon had talked about kids, about babies.

about the joy it would bring both of you to have something made by the two of you. to make you both enjoy the ties of your marriage and love.

you, however didn’t expect to get pregnant so soon after your marriage. but leon…leon was hard to resist and your body craved him and it was your choice. a choice that you made over and over and over again.

until two lines changed his life and yours entirely, it was hard ignore how the both of you panicked. the excitement, nerves and the rushing of your heart beating accelerated as you stared at the test…four month ago.

you both had been so careful, so very careful, but in one night of heated touches and sloppy kisses, you decided to fuck the condom and just deal. thinking the birth control you took would be enough, but it…it was not. definitely not.

you dealt with being pregnant like a champ, or tried to. you were sore now, you were fatter and you felt like a truck had hit you when you simply moved to grab something.

you loved the idea of carrying a child in retrospect, when leon had pounded you into the mattress many times before, thinking and muttering all the obscene words and images about breeding you. you literally keened at the idea, but now, now that you were here and doing it, you wanted to rip this kid out of you.

you hurt every moment of everyday, you were tired and hungry and whenever you saw that stupid ASPCA commercial on the tv with the dogs, you started bawling like a child. it was obnoxious and to think it would only get more strenuous as the moments that passed was literal torture.

and the doctors appointments, the vitamins you had to take and the way your body changed. it was a lot to handle, you had leon. you had him to help but sometimes it didn’t feel like it was enough. you couldn’t dress like you usually did anymore and could only wear the sundresses and other dresses you had hanging in your closet.

it felt like you were playing dress up, but it was the only thing you were comfortable in these days. the only thing that fit over the bump. the only thing that made you feel pretty and not like an inflated blimp.

and the one thing besides the pain, the bloating and the never ending amount of morning sickness you’ve had to deal with…the one thing you held onto was by the end of it you would get to be a mom. leon would get to be a dad, that was the only thing that kept you tethered to reality these days.

but leon enjoyed the sight of you in your dresses, that was one thing that also kept you tethered. the way he still ate you alive with his eyes, scouring you still as if you haven’t changed at all. you would always find his blue eyes piercing into your pregnant frame whenever you’d slip on a dress for the day or when you were bare and just got out of the shower.

it made you more aroused then usual, the only thing worse was the leon never acted on it. he never once stopped you and brought you to your guys bedroom. he never offered to eat you out anymore. you didn’t know why he was staring but wouldn’t act. was he worried that he’d hurt you? or the baby? you didn’t know, you had no clue.

but it was festering, each look he gave you in your pretty little dresses with your bump of pregnancy was making your skin hotter everyday. you didn’t know how much longer of this pregnancy you could take if he didn’t act on his desires. most importantly, your own.

two weeks, later and your sick of everything.

your sick of walking, your back pain, the peeing every five minutes. just everything makes you annoyed or feel like your going to crawl out of your own skin. you don’t get comfort in bed, you toss and turn. you’re then frustrated because you can’t sleep on your stomach, you wanna rip this baby out of you and it’s only the four month mark.

leon is a saint though. he’s bringing you food, rubbing your feet, holding your hair back when you throw up from the morning sickness. you feel bad for being such a bitch, for being so mean and hormonal. you try not to snap or throw a hissy fit.

but it’s hard.

you’re also sick of the doctor asking you twenty million questions when you go to your next appointment. already fed up from lack of sleep and your bowel movements. the baby is healthy, so everyone is happy. just not you.

another thing, leon keeps eyeing you and basically fucking you with his eyes. another thing that’s just adding up into your short limit of patience. you wanna scream at him to just fuck you, do something. you need a release. and if you could do it on your own, you would. but you can’t even see over your stomach or much less reach it.

so your just stuck feeling pent up and frustrated with everything. until one day, one day you just snap. you just lose your shit. you don’t remember what really caused it to happen, maybe it was the fact that you saw leon wearing only a towel after his shower, practically making you drool.

but you lost it. you just lost it, for absolutely no reason at all.

“can you stop looking at me like that?” you say softly as you look over at him, your being patient, so patient at this point and it makes you wanna scream or cry. he’s digging for something in your shared dresser drawer at this point, minding his own business.

leon looks behind him, over his shoulder to where you sit on the bed. he raises a small brow, “i’m not even looking at you, baby. i’m getting clothes.” he says with a small hint of amusement in his voice.

“you know what i mean, leon.” you say in a annoyed tone as you shift on the bed, the many pillows for your back pain and a heating pad pressed up against it. you opted for a t-shirt of his and underwear, the only two things besides dresses that you could really stand these days.

he grabs his boxers and takes off his towel, you try to ignore the arousal that’s literally pooling uncomfortably in your underwear as you see it. your trying to stay annoyed, stay focused, but his dick is just right there. so far out of your reach but so close and you just want to pounce on him.

“i can’t stare at my beautiful wife now?” he says with a small notch in his brow, pulling his boxers up over his dick, making you disappointed and snap back into what was currently happening. you huff and rub your bump, shifting against the heating pad and pillows.

“no, you can.” you say with a small glare in his direction, “but if your not gonna do something about it, i’d rather you tell me then just…” you trail off when he crawls on the bed next to you, sitting beside you. “angel, you have something you wanna share with me?” he says in that low and intimate tone that gets your insides all bubbly.

you gnaw on your bottom lip in contemplation, “no. i don’t.” he chuckles lowly and moves even closer to you on the bed, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing. “i hardly believe that, baby. no offense.” he says softly as he presses a kiss to your ear.

you were going to jump him if he didn’t stop this, he was teasing you. he had to be, it was ridiculous that he couldn’t even see how miserable this was making you. “can you just…?” you start and fail pathetically as you try to squirm into his touch more on your thigh.

“can i just what?” he says in a soft timbre into your ear, almost daring and pushing you to say it. to ask. you were beyond irritated and wound up now. everything hurt and your body felt hot. “can you please touch me?” you say softly, you sound whiney and desperate and it’s nothing like you. but a part of you really didn’t care anymore.

you hormonal, achy and moody beyond relief. you just wanted him to touch you, to fuck you even. it was getting annoying how much your body had craved him since you became pregnant.

he didn’t move his hand from your thigh, his breath still ghosting over your ear and the side of your face. “i am touching you, love.” he says with an arrogant smirk against your skin.

arrogant bastard. you thought to yourself, you were brazen in the moment. “it hurts, leon. just…please?” you practically whined in that moment, you didn’t like the teasing. not when your patience was already short enough as it was.

he pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head, “what hurts, baby?” he says softly as he rubs his hand up her thigh and over her bump, soothing tender circles over your body and the baby beneath.

you don’t even care anymore, the soothing feeling of his hand over your t-shirt was enough. your cheeks were red though and you guided his hand up to your swollen breasts beneath your (his) t-shirt that you wore.

“oh, honey.” he sighs softly in a contented whisper against your head, pressing a small kiss to your hairline. he doesn’t move his hand on one of your swollen breasts, just rests his hand there as if he’s just supporting it with his large hand over the fabric.

“leon…please, it hurts.” you hear yourself breathe out in a whimper, one of pain or of desire, you didn’t know. you didn’t care to know right now. “hold on, hold on.” he mumbled softly as he shifted next to you, getting closer to your side, he adjusted himself on the pillows next to you.

“can’t deny my pretty little wife. can i?” he says into your ear with a small nip as his hand squeezed and kneaded one of your swollen breasts. you couldn’t help the sound that came out of you, a mix of relief and desire that you didn’t know you could make.

he moves his lips to press against your neck, nipping and licking as he kneads your breasts, trying to make the pain subside as you moan. “feels s’good…” you mumble in between small noises.

“i know, i know. sorry, for teasing you all this time.” he mumbles into your neck, “gotta stop teasing you…” he mumbles again in between kisses as he presses one more kiss under your ear.

his hands working up your swollen and aching breasts, you could feel your panties practically dripping with release. you grab at his bicep, curling around the muscle there for balance. “please…” you whimper softly.

he moves his lips up to your ear, “what do you want? use your words, baby.” he nips at your earlobe and keeps kneading your breasts, alleviating some of the ache there.

you grip down on his bicep harder, your hormones from the pregnancy were going crazy at his touch. “anything…something, please.” you whine softly near his ear as you almost draw blood. you just needed a release and you weren’t going to get far with him kneading your breasts.

“how about i eat out that pretty pussy? hmm?” he practically purrs into your ear as one of his hands leads down from your breasts to beneath the covers. your soaked underwear beneath your rotund belly, he finds it. an amusing sound leaving his mouth at your ear, tracing the pads of his fingers over your wet slit of your underwear.

his words and his touches having a disastrous affect on your pregnant body, you felt like a match that he was striking with flame and then putting out. it was so much in the best way possible.

you just nod rapidly, emitting a small whine as you clutch his bare bicep harder. “okay, pretty girl.” he presses another kiss to your ear, smirking to himself. he traces your wet slit again, marveling at how soaked you were for him.

“practically drenching your underwear, this all for me?” he muses as he pulls back on the bed next to you, pushing the covers back from your body. your hand falling down to the sheets beneath you, “yes…” you manage to get out as he clicks his tongue. a growl almost rose from his mouth as he gets farther back on the bed, moving in between your knees.

he sees the wet patch that’s soaking your underwear, he knew you were hormonal from the pregnancy. but god, how much arousal could form just from you looking at him? it needed to be studied, but he couldn’t help but feel his ego and confidence inflate.

your bodies reaction to him would always be something he’d never get tired of. especially now when you were drenching your pretty panties.

“fuck, baby. missed this sweet pussy.” he rasps as he looks up at you with hooded blue eyes, his pupils dilated. you knew that look well enough to know that he was going to give you what you both wanted.

release.

you mewl, “please, leon. don’t wanna beg…” you try to reach down to yank his hands or his head closer but your pregnant belly stops you. he puts a hand on the inside of your thigh, “no begging required. i’m going to eat out my pretty pregnant wife. i’m hungry anyways.” he smirks devilishly as he massage the meat of your thigh.

he doesn’t waste anytime, your head hits the mountains of pillows behind you. your chest rising and falling fast beneath his t-shirt that your wearing. his hands come up to the waist band of your underwear and slowly pull them down over your hips and bent legs.

your bare pussy is on display now and you feel the cold air hit your most private parts, ones that he’s seen before but now…now that you were pregnant and carrying his child…things were different. you looked more delicious now, looked more like he could eat you out for days. eat you and fuck you until the baby came.

god help him.

he doesn’t waste anytime, none whatsoever. he’s going to give you what you want. he rubs his fingers through your arousal, spreading it everywhere and teasing you just a bit longer.

you whine, “leon, please…just stop. i want it.” he looks up at you from where he’s laying on the mattress in between your bent legs. “i know baby, just admiring how beautiful you are…everywhere.” he smirks to himself and presses a kiss to the hood of your clit.

you moan a little, he clicks his tongue. “so sensitive.” he muses, “good to know some things never change after pregnancy.” he whispers as he presses another kiss to your clit.

“fuck…leon…” you whine softly, clenching the sheets beneath you. your hormone fueled body making you out to be this whiny monster.

he just chuckles against the skin of your dripping pussy, “just sit back and relax, sweet girl. i’ve got you.” he says as he runs his hands up to the sides of your hips, holding you steady as he dips his head down.

he starts licking a long stripe up from your drenched opening to your clit, your head tilting back as you moan loudly. you never failed to amaze him, get him hard and all worked up. you both had that affect on each other, good to know it was still intact.

how had leon not done this yet? not touched you this way yet when you’d been pregnant? you were like putty in his hands right now.

he felt like an idiot.

a large one.

he stuck his tongue into your soaked opening and licked, fucking you with his tongue as you clenched the sheets harder beneath you. “fuck, want…uhh, so fucking good!” you moan loudly, practically screaming.

he just keeps fucking you with his tongue, almost rutting his boxer clad erection into the mattress. he reached one hand down to rub his thumb over your clit, still fucking you with his tongue.

your back arches a little, as much as it can without you hurting yourself. a white knuckled grip on the mattress is all you have as he ravishes you, keeps his tongue and fingers working you into oblivion as you writhe and moan underneath him.

“leon! uhh…fuck…” you babble nonsense as you feel the coil start to build in your lower abdomen, you had never come this fast before. but the fact that you were pent up, more hormonal then usual and he was working you open with his skilled mouth and fingers…

you were fucked, figuratively and literally.

he took his tongue out of your opening moving the finger that was on your clit, down to your soaked opening. his fingers working you open now, sliding one in which causes you to release a long moan, his name rolling off of your tongue.

his mouth attaching itself to your clit and licking, sucking and swirling his tongue. he was smirking as he did it. knowing that he was gonna feel you come all over his fingers and face.

he could do this forever, keep you pregnant forever just so he could hear those pretty little sounds you made when you’d fall apart beneath him.

he kept moving his pointer finger in and out, swirling his tongue over your swollen clit as you moaned obscenely, thanking god and him and his mouth.

“just…yes! fuck! gonna cum!” you babble again, losing all rational thoughts as he continued to lick and rub and finger you. you felt helpless under his touch, but in the best way. the way that made you and the unborn baby inside of you feel safe and cherished, loved even.

he just kept it up, only breaking his licking at your clit to talk you through it, “good girl, pretty little wife gonna cum all over my fingers? huh?” he says with a raspy voice, his lips stained in a gloss of your arousal.

you moan softly in response and nod, your eyes fluttering open and shut, your pussy clenching around his fingers. pulling them out just to push another long inside of you and curl your fingers upwards until he found your magic spot.

you whine at that, smacking a hand down on the sheets underneath you. “there it is…” he muses in a low tone, “good girl, maybe if your really nice i’ll pump another baby into you tomorrow.” he says with a smirk.

you moan, “fuck…yes!” you yell out, the idea of him fucking you and promising to get you even more pregnant…it was making that band inside of you get closer to snapping.

“you’d like that wouldn’t you? filling you up with my big cock and pumping you full of my cum?” he teases as he keeps fucking you with his two fingers, the noise of your arousal would normally be a turn off but you were so close to release that you didn’t care anymore.

you moaned and nodded dumbly in response, his free hand sliding from your hip to rub over the swell of your belly. “pump another baby into you, fuck, you’d love that.” he says lowly.

“i-i would…fuck, want more babies…” you whine softly as you writhe more, some tears leaking out of your eyes. he almost growls at that, pumping his fingers harder inside of you and rubbing that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

he knew you were close, knew you were going to reach that point that made you all blissed out and needy. “cmon baby, come all over my fingers. know you can.” he encouraged with a kiss to your clit, his free hand still rubbing over your belly.

all it took was him talking more, working you up with his sweet words and his fingers hitting the mark over and over again inside of you. you moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers. your release coating all over his digits.

he didn’t say anything, just worked you through it until overstimulation set in, removing his fingers from you. he brought them both up and licked the release from his fingers.

you watched him with undivided attention, your eyes lazily opening and closing in the haze of your orgasm. he smiled softly and crawled from in between your legs to rest over you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“don’t you ever think for one second that i don’t want to fuck you, taste you or do that. i love you and i love making you fall apart. you being pregnant…has nothing to do with me holding off.” he says in a reassurance, pressing another small kiss to your lips.

being mindful as he leaned over you not to disturb the bump of your belly. your eyes locked on his as he looked down at you, “i’ve just been stressed and on edge with prepping for the baby. it’s had absolutely nothing to do with you being pregnant.” he says softly, reaching a hand up and running it through the hair at the base of your skull.

“your so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. i know you don’t see it these days. but you are even hotter now that your carrying my baby, our baby.” he explains with a gentle smile, making some water prick into your eyes.

“so don’t think for one second that i find you unattractive or that i’m teasing you on purpose.” he says with another small peck to your lips, “you understand me?”

you nod slowly as you look up at him, blinking the small amount of water away from your eyes. you should’ve never doubted him, should’ve never thought that about yourself.

and he hated that, hated that he made you doubt yourself and your body for one second. you were so beautiful, you were his and he loved you. he had loved you long before you both spoke your vows in front of god and each other.

he loved you so much, as much as you loved him. so he rolled off from hovering on top to you, cuddling his body next to yours, letting himself wrap his strong arms around your pregnant body.

he wanted to hold you close to his heart, he always did inside. he always kept you there because that’s where you deserved to be. you were his wife and the mother of his (soon to be) child.

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling the covers back up over you and him, cuddling you close. his hand rubbing over your belly with the fabric of his own t-shirt covering it. “your so very beautiful, baby. i love you so much. even when you don’t see it.” he says against the side of your head, pressing another kiss there.

you melted into his arms, your eyes fluttering close in exhaustion and in content. you didn’t feel so insecure and anxious anymore. you knew that he had been off, but he was just as stressed as you. he had to be, you were going to be a mom and he was going to be a dad.

it was a lot of pressure.

but as long as you both had each other, you knew you guys could do it. the rings on your hands symbolizing the best and worst parts of you and him, the parts that you accepted and promised to love forever.

and with him, it would never be scary. not if you had a husband like leon, and he would love you just as much as the baby inside of you.

it was a part of both of you, that could never be unloved. not if either of you had anything to say about it.

an: hope you guys enjoy. i couldn’t deny a double upload this week, my bad lol. i love you guys so much and i hope you enjoyed. happy friday!! i’m gonna be opening my requests again soon. i wrote this when i was ovulating so no harsh judgement. please reblog and like, kisses. xx.

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It Will Come Back: Las-Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

I'm such a slut for RE4 Remake Leon, it's not fair

Why can't he be real and mine :(

Contains: Las Plagas Infected Leon, breeding kink, rough sex, hair pulling, vaginal fingering, choking, dubious consent, creampie

Ever since he came home, Leon had been acting weird. The moment you saw him, it almost looked like someone else had taken over Leon’s body like he was a machine. The moment you both kissed, it almost didn’t feel like your fiance was actually the one doing it. You couldn’t place your finger on it.

You watched him intently that week.

There were times when you thought you were completely overreacting. Leon had just been away for maybe a week dealing with shit in Spain, and if it went like anything like Raccoon City, then you wouldn’t be surprised if he was a little off. Hell, even after so many years had passed since Racoon City, Leon still found himself haunted by nightmares and odd visions of what all he saw. He could just be processing this all.

But then there were moments that really convinced you that the Leon in the house with you wasn’t your Leon; That he died somewhere in Spain wherever he was sent.

He sounded the exact same, he still called you those sweet little names he’s always called you, he still did all of his usual work around the house like he used to. He was still as soft and as sweet with you as ever.

So what the fuck was it that seemed so off?

You couldn’t put your finger on the pulse until you caught a glimpse of his eyes. You both had woken this morning like normal. As you showered you heard the door open and you saw Leon’s shadow pass by the shower curtain, and for a moment you found yourself somewhat… terrified? It didn’t feel like your fiance was in the bathroom with you, it didn’t feel like he was just on the other side of the thin shower liner and curtain. You hurried up, rinsing your hair of whatever suds were left and turned the water off. Normally you would step out of the shower and dry off, but this time you stuck your hand out and fumbled around for your hanging towel before you retreated back into the humid shower. You shivered as you dried yourself off before you wrapped the towel around you as tightly as you could and stepped out into the bathroom.

Leon was at the sink, his back to you as he was fumbling with one of his shaving razors. He didn’t pay you any mind at first. You carefully walked towards the door that lead out into the hallway, being careful as to not make too much noise and draw his attention to you. You kept your eyes on him, trained on both his broad back and the mirror.

Once you had opened the door, Leon shifted his eyes to look at you briefly, and that’s when you saw it.

His irises were black instead of their usual ocean blue.

Your mind wanted to lock up in fear but your body refused. Leon had made direct eye contact with you through the mirror, he saw your eyes widen and he saw the way your hands snatched at your towel to keep it closed around your naked body. Your legs moved faster than your brain as you quickly stepped out into the hall and straight into your bedroom. Trembling hands shut the door as quietly as you could, as if slamming it shut would send him after you like he was some kind of monster.

Was he?

You weren’t an idiot. You saw the broadcasts about Racoon City when that awful day happened, you didn’t need Leon’s side to know that there’s some horrible shit out there. Not only were there zombies, but there were other monstrosities roaming the planet: Both man-made and natural.

You locked the bedroom door and took a step back. You heard the water running from the sink in the bathroom. Your heart was pounding wildly in your ear as thoughts ran laps in your mind.

Maybe it was just a trick of the light?

Leon would’ve told you if something happened to him.

Right?

You kept your eyes trained on the doorhandle as you backed up, your bare feet padding against the wooden floor of your bedroom until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. You felt ridiculous as you jumped, a short gasp rocking your body and bringing your shoulders up to your ears as you spun to look at the stupid mattress behind you and not some creature. You scoffed and sat down on the bed, eyes briefly scanning behind you until they landed on your phone still connected to the charger.

Nothing would’ve been on the news… right?

You saw on the news that the president’s daughter was safe, of course, but nothing much on what the fuck happened. The media labeled it as a cult, but Leon made the off-hand comment one time that it was something much more but he never delved deeper. You fought with your thoughts for a moment before you finally reached out for your phone, unhooking it from the charger and entering your search engine.

Your first search only gave you blaring headlines repurposing the same shit about the president’s daughter being saved and nothing more. Rewording your entry didn’t do you much better, but it gave you some websites that delve deeper. Your eyes skimmed your phone screen as you listened to Leon through the walls tapping his razor against the porcelain skin while he shaved, your eyes briefly looking up to stare at the wall that separated you from him before looking back at your phone.

You scoffed. You weren’t getting anywhere. In your slight desperation, you typed up something completely different.

‘Active cults in Spain?’

Your question popped up a whole new sort of news you really should of gone into incognito mode for. You clicked on the first link that was the most recent as it had just been dismantled. Your eyes skipped over the name but you found the accompanying picture of what must have been the cult’s symbol: An odd-looking key with strange markings and wings?

You failed to notice the water had cut off from the bathroom until you heard Leon suddenly coughing rather harshly from the bathroom. You jumped so roughly on the bed that you accidentally dropped your phone to the comforter. It sounded like he had swallowed saliva wrong at first, but the coughs soon turned to wet hacking before you heard him suddenly choking on air. You jumped when you heard him hit the tile floor, a hand covering your mouth to stiffen your gasp as your eyes locked onto the wall once again. You barely heard him making awful noises over the rapid beating of your heart in your ears.

Worry for your fiance shocked you out of your state of fear, standing up from the bed as you snatched your phone from where it fell. Trembling fingers made their way to the number pad, but before you could dial 9-1-1, you froze up once again at the sound of the bedroom doorknob roughly jiggling. Wide eyes prickling with tears slowly moved over the bedroom door where you saw the knob wiggling but refusing to open. You could see his shadow being cast into the dimly lit bedroom through the crack underneath the door from the illuminated hallway.

He stopped messing with the doorknob as you slowly lowered your phone. You didn’t dare call out for Leon out of pure fear. It felt like your poor heart was about to give out from how fast it was beating. Your eyes kept darting between the doorhandle and the shadow of his feet beneath the door, unsure of what the actual fuck he was doing or why he wasn’t saying anything.

The door suddenly was kicked it. You screamed and jolted up from the bed, dropping your phone to the ground and backed away. You turned out of desperation, sensing that something was horribly wrong with Leon, and tried to go for the window only to be forced against the wall. He pressed his firm body right up against your back, pushing you flush against the wall to the point where it was hurting just to breathe. You had one arm pinned between your stomach and the wall that dug in very uncomfortably while you other was twisted behind your back by the wrist. You turned your head to the side, gasping at the sudden loss of air from your lungs only to tense up when you finally got a good look at him.

Your blood froze in your veins.

His skin was pallid, his veins were inky black all across his body and up his neck and face, his eyes were pitch black as they locked onto your side gaze.

“Leon?” you managed to whimper out between wheezing breaths.

He suddenly flipped you around on the wall, your back smacking painfully against the wall. He had pinned both of your wrists to the wall, his fingers painfully dug into your veins as your hands were forced into fists from the pain. He pressed his broad chest to yours, the towel keeping you covered was barely holding on because of him.

Your face was painted in pure fear while he wore a mask of an unreadable emotion. You couldn’t tell if he was searching your eyes for something, his eyes were like voids in space as they bore into you. You felt a chill in your soul. You could see the veins spreading and fading across his body as whatever fluid moved within. He looked like he was possessed by a demon straight out of the depths of hell.

He slowly brought his face closer to you but you shied away, turning your head as you whimpered pitifully. You tried to struggle out of Leon’s steel vice grip only for him to dig his fingers deeper. Leon continued to lean in, tilting his head down so that his nose and lips ghosted over the column of your neck. You felt his cool breath dance at your skin, his nose brushed up against your pulse point as it beat so deliciously inside of you, his lips barely caressing your throat as though he were about to kiss it lovingly. You felt him sniff at you, his lips parting as he pressed a kiss right onto your pulse. You cried out and struggled against him even more when you felt him sink his teeth right into your neck. You tried to press your chin to your chest to stop him only for him to drop one of your wrists to snatch at your jaw and pin the side of your face against the wall. The stretch on your neck was painful and your head throbbed where it hit the wall. Your free hand snatched Leon’s tight shirt and tried to push him away only for him to not budge. He pressed his nose against your throat, his teeth sank in deeper and nearly drew blood, he groaned against your burning skin.

“Leon!” you cried out.

He let go of your jaw and snaked a hand into your hair, yanking your head back to expose more of your neck. Your scalp screamed as you clawed at Leon’s chest, fisting his shirt in your hand. Leon pressed his body closer to yours and you felt it.

Through the thin material of the towel and his sleep pants, you felt his erection at full mast pressing right into your lower abdomen.

Whatever was possessing him was making him-

You let out a pained cry as Leon ripped you away from the wall by your hair, spinning the both of you around as he threw you carelessly against the bed. You landed with a cry, hands snatching at the sheets as you tried to scramble across the bed to escape only for Leon to cross over the short space between the wall and the bed and grab at your ankle. He yanked you back as you were nearly off of the bed and forced you back into his grasp. Your towel finally came undone as he spun you around, your body became wracked with goosebumps as it was fully exposed to the chilly bedroom air. You tried to cover your breasts with your hands as you attempted to kick him off of you without any success. Your entire body was trembling as he stood over you, eyeing you as prey while you looked up at him with wide eyes now streaming with tears.

“Leon, I- I don’t-”

He cut you off by forcefully pulling your legs apart and slotting himself between them. His hands tightened around your ankles, your toes curling from the pain as your fiance rutted against your exposed cunt.

Was he really going to fuck you?

He released one of your legs to grasp at your womanhood, his fingers parting your walls and quickly filling you dry. You winced and gasped, your back arching from the pain and stretch as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your hands snatched at your discarded towel crushed beneath your trembling body.

He fucked you with his fingers, his middle and index parting your walls until you finally felt a twinge in your gut before you felt yourself slowly growing wet. You whimpered, your chest heaving as you weakly tried to fight him off still. His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, stretching you out, feeling up your velvet walls. He curled his fingers just a bit, pulling out a lewd moan from your parted lips as you buried the back of your skull into the bed.

He pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, his fingers glistening with your sweet nectar in the low lighting of your room. He stared at his fingers as though he were hypnotized, his curtain cut falling in his face just a bit. It cast more shadows against his pallid face, it made him look even more possessed. You saw his nose moving as he scented the air now thick with the scent of building lust.

You still shook with fear, your body suddenly hot from the stimulation.

You watched as Leon let go of your other leg and dropped his pants with his boxers included, his cock springing free and nearly tapping against his stomach where his shirt had ridden up just a bit. Precum leaked from his head, beading down his shaft that was also adorned with a few black veins as well.

He took his cock with one hand and pumped his cock, smearing the precum around his head and down his shaft thinly before he barely gave himself little time to line up and thrust into you.

You grit your teeth and hissed, jaw falling open as you cried aloud. Your chest seized at the sudden stretch, your poor cunt hadn’t been properly prepared for such a harsh thrust from your usual doting fiance. Leon’s hands fell to either side of your hips, snatching at the sheets and towel, the fabric creaking dangerously from how hard he gripped them. Your walls squeezed around him, Leon’s chest heaving at how tight you were as a deep groan emitted from his chest.

It didn’t sound human.

Leon’s hair fell in his face, nearly covering his eyes. His broad shoulders rolled back, his brawny arms flexed, his strong chest heaved with every breath, his tight abdomen rolled and twitched.

He gave you little time to get used to the stretch before his hips started to snap back and forth at such a fast pace it felt like both heaven and hell. The bed rocked with his thrusts, creaking and groaning as the headboard brushed and knocked against the wall. Your cries and moans only spurred him to go faster, his pace quickening, his balls lightly slapping against you as your slick walls encased him.

Leon made little noise, only deep and guttural moans that sounded like they were ripped out of a monster movie. Despite his missing ocean blue irises, you could tell he was looking exactly at your face all sweaty with your hair clinging to your forehead and jaw.

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, your hands finally letting go of the towel to grasp at his tightly wound shoulders as he continued to pound mercilessly into you. You felt the pressure quickly building up inside of you, a coil tightening right behind your belly button as your climax bubbled beneath the surface.

“Leon, I- fuck- I can’t, I’m gonna-”

He cut you off once again, this time with a large hand to your throat. You gasped, his hand tightened around your windpipe as his fingers choked the air nearly out of you. Your fingers dug deep into his shoulders, bunching up the fabric of his shirt.

You came with a choked cry, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your vision went white. Your body seized up before falling limp quickly, your hands remained locked around his shoulders as your legs trembled beneath him. You felt your fingers and toes start to tingle from the lack of air as you gaped, choking out his name as Leon’s pace started to grow sloppy.

He came suddenly, pressing deep inside of you until his head kissed at your cervix and shot ropes of thick and hot cum right into your waiting womb. You gasped and cried, Leon’s hand letting up just enough to let you breathe before he cut you off again. You felt so full so quickly, you felt so warm on the inside. Leon bucked his hips into you, making sure to fill you to the brim as you felt the cum start to leak from your poor aching pussy.

Leon didn’t waste time, his hands snatching at your limp ankles and forced your knees up to your chest as far as the would go. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you, staring right into your eyes as you gasped and cried at the stretch of your legs being in a sudden mating press as Leon began to fuck you again.

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