đ KINKTOBER 2025 | DAY 20
đŞ âSEEN AND TAKENâ
đŽ Fandom: Resident Evil (Games)
đŻ Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy Ă Female Reader
đ¤ Genre: Smut | Mirror Sex | Dubcon | Psychological Power Play | Voyeuristic Control
đ Rating: E (Explicit)
𩸠Summary:
He doesnât want you to close your eyes. Not once. Youâre made to watch your own reflection in the mirror as Leon takes you apart â slow at first, then brutal, calculating, relentless. His hands hold your body in place, his cock drives into you, and every second is orchestrated to make sure you see the kind of mess you become for him. You might cry. You might cum. But you wonât look away.
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The room was too quiet. Too soft. Too staged.
Golden lamplight bathed the hotel suite in a warm hush, casting shadows across cream-colored walls and the large full-length mirror that stood directly across from the edge of the bed. You didnât remember why you were here. You didnât remember how the night had started. But you remembered the look in Leonâs eyes when heâd told you to sit on the edge and keep your eyes forward.
He was behind you now. Fully clothed.
Your shirt had been discarded somewhere across the room. Your thighs were spread wide, bare to the cool air, cunt soaked and flushed under his stare. The mirror made everything worse â or maybe better â depending on whether you liked seeing your own face wrung tight with need and confusion while his gloved hands caressed up your sides with slow, controlling ease.
âYou see yourself?â he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice low and dangerous.
âYes,â you whispered, throat dry.
âYou look nervous.â
âIââ You blinked. âI donât know what this is.â
He chuckled. A quiet, pleased sound. His fingers slid down to your waist, holding you in place as he pressed his body flush to your back. You could see the bulge in his pants, hard against the curve of your ass. Could see your own reflection tremble.
âThis is just observation,â he said. âI want you to watch.â
He guided your hand between your thighs. âTouch yourself.â
âLeonââ
âDo it.â
You obeyed, fingers sliding through the slick mess heâd teased out of you earlier, your breath hitching as you circled your clit. The mirror showed everything â the flush rising across your chest, the way your mouth fell open. His hands stayed at your waist, possessive. He didnât even need to touch you yet. You were already unravelling for him.
And then, without warning, he shoved your hand away.
âToo slow.â
He unzipped his pants, and the sound made your thighs twitch. His cock was thick, flushed, already leaking. You didnât look away from the mirror as he stroked it lazily behind you, lining himself up.
âI want you to see what you look like,â he said, tone flat. Dangerous. âWhen I fuck the sanity out of you.â
And then he slammed in.
âAhhâfuck!â
Your cry echoed off the walls, hands scrabbling at the sheets as his cock drove into your soaked cunt, stretching you open in one brutal thrust. Your eyes snapped to the mirror, watching your own body jolt, mouth dropped open, Leonâs smirk ghosting behind you.
He gripped your hips hard, dragging you back onto him with a growl, thrusts deep and punishing, timed to your every whimper.
Schlkâschlkâslapâ
The mirror didnât miss a thing. Your tits bounced with each thrust. Your thighs trembled. Your eyes glazed.
âYou watching?â he rasped. âYou see how fuckinâ pretty you look when youâre used?â
You whimpered. He reached up, grabbing your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with yourself in the mirror.
âNo looking away,â he growled. âYou need to see it.â
He fucked you harder now, each thrust designed to force your reflection to fall apart. His cock slammed into your g-spot over and over, the stretch perfect, overwhelming. Your moans turned broken, legs shaking, slick gushing down your thighs, your cunt soaked and messy as he used you.
âL-Leonâgonnaâ!â
âLook at yourself.â
He wrapped his fingers around your throat. You choked on a cry, vision dimming, and in the mirror, you saw it â saw the way your body writhed on his cock, how your mouth begged silently, how ruined you looked.
And then you came. Hard.
Your cunt spasmed, milking him, and he fucked you through it with a growl, watching your body break.
âFuck,â he hissed. âGonna fill youâgonna make you watch yourself drip with me.â
He came with a low moan, cock pulsing deep inside as he pumped you full of cum, holding you against him, watching as it spilled out around his cock in the mirror.
Your head dropped, body trembling. But he didnât let you look away.
âAgain,â he murmured, voice low and calm. âWeâre not done. Not until you beg me to stop watching.â
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Summary: Your Stepdad knows exactly how to get his sweet girl back to herself.
Vendetta Stepdad!Leon Kennedy X F!ReaderÂ
CW: MDNI 18+, STEPCEST, Daddy kink, P in V, Fingers, Brat (light), use of puppy to describe reader, breeding (light), female anatomy for reader, public (?), Age gap (readers in her 20s, Leon in his late 30s) As always if I miss something, please let me know!
Word count: 2.3K
Having to move back in with your mother was not something you had planned for your life, but then again not much was going to plan anyway. Especially not with the man she called her husband, practically a stranger to you as she had married him after you moved out.
Donât get yourself wrong, the man was hot for lack of better word, and maybe you were jealous he married your mother of all people. And maybe you liked to tease the poor man. Scratch that, you loved to tease him. When heâd just had a few drinks after work, and you were shorts a little to short, or jeans that hugged every inch of your ass just right, or the tops that gave the perfect frame of your tits. He couldnât keep his eyes off youâŚnot very blissful married of him.
It wasnât your fault, truly, you totally didnât mean for this to happen. Not if someone asked, if they asked youâd say you and your stepfather just had a good connection as stepfamily. That he truly cared for you as a daughter. But if they hazard a look in your mind, to the deepest depraved corners of your mind? Theyâd see that was a lie, see just how much you wanted this man to ruin you.
Maybe thatâs why you were pushing it today. Your mother was holding a party, some celebration of something from work, and you were wearing the prettiest dress. If you ignored how It rested just below your ass, and that your mother had to tell you not to bend down a few times. You rolled your eyes every time.
You would have changed, uncomfortable at how some of your motherâs co-workers looked at you, if not for how you noticed blue eyes gliding down your legs or the cold stare at the other men. Jealousy. Your favourite emotion on him. It didnât help heâd been drinking again, the glass of whiskey in his hand could break from the grip he seemed to hold on it. This entire dress plan was working, thereâs no way the tension between you wouldnât break tonight.
And it did, the moment you went inside after your mother asked you to get some more ice. You were pushed against the kitchen counter, hands either side of you and hips pressed against your ass. âYouâre a fucking slutâ came the low gravel of his voice, and you bit your lip as he pressed further against you. The outline of his erection pressing against the soft of your rear. Your thighs pressed together as his one of his hands moved to the hem of your dress âJust how short dâya need this, sweet girl? Wanted to give daddy a show?â
You push against him, and he groans at the feeling. His fingers dig in to the plush of your thigh. He snaps his hips forward, and you whine as you press into the edge of the counter. âDonât know what you mean, daddyâ your eyes slip shut at the feeling of his cock pressed against you. They arenât closed for long when they shoot open again, Leons hand coming to cover your mouth so the moan leaking from your lips isnât head just as he delivers a rather sharp smack to your ass.
âOh, you know plenty, guess youâre not a sweet girl today. Donât worry though, I know exactly what to do to get my sweet darling girl back.â His hand moved from where it had landed, and down to cup over the lace of your panties. A low chuckle leaving him as he felt the wet spot gathering on the cloth, his fingers pressing the fabric against your clit causing a whine to resound from you. You were getting exactly what you wanted.
Or so you thought as his fingers pushed the fabric of your panties away and slipped into your dripping heat, a moan muffled by his hand as his fingers worked at this new angle. Frustration built in you slightly as your clit was ignored, it pulsed with need and you tapped your foot against his boot which only earned you a darkened laugh in your ear before his fingers sunk further into you âNo no doll face, not todayâ.
Oh, he was mean today, well you did deserve it. But you had figured with what he had drunk, and with your mother being home heâd have some mercy. You were wrong. He moved his hand from your mouth, pressing it into your back so you were completely pressed against the cold of the counter. The marble causing your nipples to harden, and the angle had your dress rising up further along your ass.
A low groan leaving Leon as he got a delicious view of your pussy clenching around his fingers. âLook at that, at least my pretty girls cunt knows how to be good for daddyâ you arched your back at his words, giving him an even better view as you gushed more slick onto his hands and down your thighs. Caused an obscene noise of squelching to come from under your dress as you gripped the counter with one hand and the other covered your mouth to muffle the noises.
Leons hand on your back curled around the fabric of your dress pulling it up further as his eyes never left the sight of your leaking pussy, âListen to how much noise youâre making, canât keep your mouth shut, your dresses over your ass or your pretty pussy quiet huh baby girl?â the words only made you press your hips further down onto his fingers, a whine leaving you as you tried to get some kind of friction right where you needed it.
You didnât want to give him what he wanted, you wanted to push further but your eyes flickered to the back door which led to the party your mother was holding and you clenched on your stepfatherâs fingers again. This was all so hot, so dirty but you still wanted more. âD-daddy please, I needâ his fingers curled inside you against that spongy spot before he was pulling his fingers out of you.
A whine left you at the feeling, confusion filling your mind as he pulled the dress over you again. âYou donât get anything until I decide to give it you, puppy. Call it punishment or a warning. Youâll be a good pup and go upstairs and maybe if Iâm feeling like youâve earned it. Iâll let you finish tonight.â Another harsh slap landed on your ass like earlier, before Leon was pulling away and leaving you there, laying on the kitchen counter with shaking limbs and legs coated in slick.
After he had left you there and returned to the party like nothing had happened, you made your way upstairs. A difficult task to do with wobbly legs, but a shower helped relax you. But try as you might, you could not chase that high on your own even as the water turned cold, and your eyes closed with images of Leon pressed against you and imagining his fingers buried to the third knuckle instead of your own. Nothing came.
As the sky was painted in black, you had changed into your sleep wear and bundled yourself under the covers. Resigning yourself to the punishment Leon had set for you, but you still tried to relieve yourself by pressing your thighs together and bit your lip as you whined. Sleep would not come, and you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of begging him. You made your mind up quickly.
With quick movements the covers were off you, and your underwear followed as you reached for one of your pillows. Setting it between your thighs and lowering your hips caused a small sigh to sound from you. The pillow was soaked quickly, your neediness hadnât left the rest of the evening and you werenât surprised as you rocked your hips against the soft case. A small moan leaves you, and your hand moves to cover your mouth as to hush your moans while you hips speed up their movement.
Your back was to the door, something youâd forgotten to lock as your head was thrown back with closed eyes. The cover of the pillow had provided some relief, but you were quickly becoming frustrated as what you wanted seemed too far away for you to reach. It wasnât until his hands grasped at your waist that you realised he was even in your room. He pressed you further down on the pillow, his mouth pressed searing kisses to the skin of your neck. âWell, aint this a lovely sightâ.
A high-pitched moan escaped between your lips, thighs twitching around the pillow as he guided you to hump along it, leading you to gush further âDaddy, âm sorry, pleaseâ he shushed your whispers one of his hands knocking yours away as his fingers traced at you lips.
âGonna have to be quiet for me darlin, your mothers just down the hall. Daddy had to sneak awayâ his fingers pushed past your bite-swollen lips and into the warmth of your mouth. Immediately you take to sucking them, tongue darting to swirl around them and your eyes flutter. âBut looked like my pup was already having her own funâ.
He pressed another kiss to your neck, moving slowly up to lick the shell of your ear âsorry baby girl, weâre gonna have to go fast and quietâ You realise he isnât joking as he shoves you down, face stuffed into the pillow to keep your noises muffled below you and your ass still up. His hands move to knead at the soft skin of your rear before one dip lower, a low groan leaving him âGod, sheâs crying. Daddyâs so sorry for leaving her like this, she didnât deserve it did she?â the sarcastic bite of his voice has you biting the wet pillow as you drip onto his fingers.
You hear the sound of his belt buckle and the zipper lowering, he doesnât even completely remove his jeans or boxers before he bullies the fat tip of his cock into your cunt. Synchronised moans of pleasure leave the both of you as his chest makes contact with your back âoh fuck, pretty girl and her tight cunt that wraps around me so wellâ he waits a minute before snapping his hips into you, deciding heâs too impatient to wait for you to mould to him âbeen thinkin âbout breeding you all evening, sweetheartâ.
His words always send red hot sparks shooting down to your core and you clench around him as he bullies his cock in and out of your weeping hole, his mouth right next to your ear as his breath leaves him in pants. You bite the pillow and taste what youâve left on it, his hands bruise at your hips as he keeps rocking into you, hitting the spot inside you that has your hands curling around the sheets and your legs try to kick out, but youâre still bent in that kneeling position, so you jerk a little and he grins. âAwe poor pup, sâtoo much huh? Shouldâve thought about thatâ.
It doesnât take long for the pleasure to build as he rams his fat cock in you, slamming at the cervix as you both focus on your own pleasure, your whines and whimpers falling into the pillow thatâs starting to soak with your drool too. âGonna breed you so good baby, fill you till you canât take anymoreâ and it sends you over the edge, hot white blind pleasure on your nerves as your eyes roll back and you shake beneath him. âOh, fuck puppyâ he whistles lowly, your walls clenching on to him and the orgasm gushing out around him has him biting into your shoulder as he keeps pumping into you.
âThereâs my good girl, sheâs back now, yeah she isâ his tip touches the opening of your womb again, he jerks inside you before his snaps his hips against your ass with a loud squelch. Thick ropes paint your inside, and it keeps coming till itâs mixing with your own juices and flowing down your thighs. He pulls out with a wet noise, you both hiss and he presses a kiss to the teeth marks on your shoulder âsorry darlin girl, think youâll bruise tomorrowâ
You try to catch your breath, nodding slowly as he pets at your hair and sooths down the back of your thighs. He kisses your neck again, softly this time before he moves his hands around you to place you on your back, and a smile on his face as he seeâs the blissed look in your eyes. He takes his sleep t-shirt off, wiping at the mess between your legs, a sigh leaving him as he shakes his head. A little disgusted at himself that this is how heâd have to clean you âWould rather give my pretty pup a bath, clean her up really good with my tongue. Ainât got the timeâ His lips pull down, but you reach a hand out to him, soothing circles on his arm as you try to focus.
âSâokay daddy, not your faultâŚsure youâll make it up to meâ thereâs a smirk on your lips as you watch him, and he raises an eyebrow shaking his head with a quiet laugh this time. He nods at your words, throwing the t-shirt off somewhere in your room before gives you a sweet slow kiss on your lips. It isnât long before heâs saying goodnight to you and is sleeping out your room, another sigh leaves you as you watch him go.
At least you got what you wanted, was the last thought as you drifted to sleep.
Title: Burn For Me
Fandom: Resident Evil (Games)
Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female Reader
Genre: Smut (finger sucking, wax play, rough intensity, sensory control)
Summary: Chris doesnât hold backâhis fingers in your mouth, hot wax dripping over your body, growls rattling through your chest. Rough and relentless, he drags every sound, every climax out of you until youâre marked as his.
SMUT WARNIG! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
The motel room was suffocatingly hot, the thin curtains drawn tight, the only light coming from the amber glow of the candle Chris had set on the nightstand. Its flame bent and flickered, waiting to be turned into something more than just ambiance. He stood over you like a wall of muscle and intent, shirt discarded, veins roped in his forearms as he pinned you down to the creaking mattress with nothing but his weight and his stare.
âOpen,â he growled, voice a gravelled order you couldnât disobey.
Your lips parted and his thick fingers pushed past them, two knuckles deep on the first thrust, his calloused skin scraping your tongue. His eyes never left yours as he shoved deeper, thumb pressing under your jaw until your mouth stretched around the intrusion.
âYeah, thatâs it,â Chris muttered, watching your cheeks hollow as you sucked. âGet âem nice and wet.â His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise when you gagged softly around his fingers, the sound making him groan low in his chest. He pumped them in and out of your mouth like he would his cock, using you, stretching you, saliva slicking your chin.
When he finally pulled them free with a wet pop, a strand of spit clung from your lips to his hand. He smeared it across your cheek, then down to your throat, marking you with it.
âYouâll take everything I give you tonight,â he said, lighting catching in his eyes, âand youâll thank me for it.â
The candle was in his hand before you could breathe, wax pooling at the top. He held it above your chest, tilting slowly until a single drop fellâscalding heat splattering over your skin.
âAhhhhnnâfuck!â you cried out, back arching, the sting sharp then giving way to a throbbing pleasure that pulsed through your nipples, your stomach, down between your thighs.
Chris chuckled darkly, leaning close enough that his breath grazed your ear. âHurts, doesnât it? Hurts good.â
Another drop fell, then another, then a streamâhot rivulets trailing down your stomach, dripping into the valley of your breasts, solidifying against sweat-slick flesh. You writhed beneath him, crying out with each hiss of wax, every nerve lit with fire.
His fingers were back in your mouth instantly, stuffing your cries into gagged moans. He worked them against your tongue as molten lines dripped over your ribs, down your navel, dangerously close to your clit. You whimpered around his hand, hips bucking helplessly, tears pricking your lashes as the burn made your cunt clench empty.
Chris pulled his hand away just long enough to shove his spit-slick fingers down between your legs, pressing them against your soaked folds.
âGoddamnâalready dripping for me,â he groaned, circling your clit before thrusting two fingers inside, the same ones youâd been sucking raw moments earlier. The stretch was brutal, his pace relentless, fucking you open while the last drops of wax hardened against your stomach.
Your screams were muffled by his mouth now, Chris devouring every sound in a punishing kiss, his tongue dominating yours while his fingers pistoned in and out of your cunt, rough and wet and merciless.
âYou taste like sin,â he growled against your lips, curling his fingers just right until your thighs shook violently. His other hand smeared the cooling wax across your skin, grinding it against your nerves to make you whimper louder.
The coil snapped suddenly, violently, your orgasm tearing you apart with a scream swallowed into his kiss, your body shuddering under him, slick soaking his hand. Chris didnât stop, didnât slow, fucking you through the climax, growling into your mouth as though dragging every last drop of pleasure out of you was his mission.
When you finally collapsed, trembling, spent, he licked his fingers clean with a wolfish grin before shoving them back into your mouth.
âDonât think weâre done,â Chris rasped, eyes burning as he reached for the candle again. âWeâre just getting started.â
Title: Between Fire and Shadow
Fandom: Resident Evil (Games)
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Female Reader x Ada Wong
Genre: Smut (threesome, dangerous mission AU, competition, shared heat)
Summary: Tension in the safehouse boils over when Leon and Adaâs rivalry turns carnal. Caught between his desperate restraint and her ruthless teasing, youâre consumed in a dangerous threesome where survival isnât the only thing at stake.
SMUT WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
The safehouse was supposed to be a temporary stop, four concrete walls and a flickering bulb barely holding out the night and the monsters prowling beyond it. You sat at the edge of the cot, every nerve frayed from the mission, the adrenaline refusing to leave your veins. Leon was pacing the length of the room, jacket unzipped, hair damp with sweat, gun still within armâs reach, his eyes sharp even though his body screamed exhaustion. And then Ada leaned against the doorway, her silhouette carved in crimson and shadow, that dangerous smile curving her lips like a weapon in itself.
The air snapped taut the moment the three of you were alone together. Heat and friction built not from the threat outside but from the sheer proximity of two people who never did anything halfway.
âYou two look ready to combust,â Ada said smoothly, voice low, sultry, calculated. She walked closer, heels clicking like a countdown, and Leonâs jaw clenched as his eyes darted between her and you.
âNot exactly the time, Ada,â he muttered, but his hand flexed restlessly, betraying him.
âOh, Iâd say itâs the perfect time,â she countered, gaze sliding over you like a caress. âStress relief. Survival instinct. Call it what you want.â Her gloved fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your chin upward until your breath caught.
Leon groaned, half-exasperated, half-desperate, before finally giving in. His hands found your hips, tugging you up from the cot, pressing your back flush against his chest while Ada leaned in from the front, her lips ghosting yours before sealing the kiss with a bruising hunger.
The chemistry was chaosâLeonâs restraint fraying with every needy sound you made, Adaâs tongue claiming your mouth, her smirk tasting of danger, Leonâs groan vibrating against your ear as his hands roamed lower. You were caught between them, dizzy, every breath stolen, every nerve lit.
âCompetition suits you, Kennedy,â Ada teased, pulling back just enough to drag her gloved hand down your body, fingertips teasing at the hem of your shirt.
âNot a competition,â Leon rasped, sliding his hand beneath your waistband, making you gasp. âAs long as sheâs satisfied, we both win.â
Your moan was the only answer as Ada dropped to her knees, smirk flashing wicked up at you while Leon held you steady against him. Her tongue traced fire over your thigh before finding your center, her skillful mouth drawing cries from you instantly. Leonâs arm wrapped tight around your waist, his lips pressing into your neck, whispering rough promises against your skin as his fingers teased higher, deeper, pushing you closer to unraveling.
Two sets of hands, two mouths, two wills locked in dangerous tandemâall focused on you. Leonâs breath ragged in your ear, Adaâs tongue ruthless between your thighs, your body trembling violently between their opposing hungers. The pressure built too fast, too sharp, until you were breaking apart in their hands, the orgasm tearing a cry from your throat that echoed against the safehouse walls.
And still they werenât done. Leon shifted you back onto the cot, Ada sliding up beside you with a predatorâs grin, both of them eyeing you like they had all night to strip you down again and again, the mission momentarily forgotten in the furnace of need.