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owliellder · 7 months

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hybrid!bunny!f!reader x leon kennedy?

any genre u want :)

yes!! thank you so much for throwing me a bone! i'll write a quick one just for you, lovely anon (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)

again, sorry for such a long wait. i got my nails done and typing has been a bit of a learning curve.

Leon Kennedy x fem Bunny Hybrid! Reader

MDNI 18+

When Leon first adopted you from the shelter, he expected to have a quiet, innocent little bunny hopping around the house. At least, that's what everything online said about bunny hybrids. You were anything but, though you were fun.

It's become an almost daily thing, him coming home to you practically begging to be fucked. He'd catch you humping the arm of the couch or his pillow, usually holding one of his shirts up to your nose. Adorable, but you knew better. You were suppose to wait for him.

At this point he was sure you were just trying to get him riled up; always trying to hide that cheeky little grin of yours whenever he'd give you a stern look, crossing your arms, pouting, even thumping your foot with a loud thud whenever he told you off. Living true to the phrase 'fucking like rabbits', Leon made sure to give you the proper punishments and treatment for starting without him.

Bent over the side of the bed, he had your face pressed into the blankets with one hand, the other keeping a tight grip on your hip as he ruthlessly thrust into you. "Naughty.. You know better." Leon breathed out, letting out a loud groan as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you and held still. He leaned over your back, grabbing the base of your long, furry ears with one hand to pull your head back.

You involuntarily gasped at the sudden tug on your ears, watery eyes peeling open to look at the man hovering over you. "I-.. I'm sor-" You were cut off by another yank, lip quivering as his dark eyes looked into yours.

"No you aren't." He chuckled lowly, brow furrowed as he loosened his grip to run his fist up the length of your ears, "You always say you are, but how many times have I had to teach you the same lesson?"

Once his hand slipped away from your ears, it quicky found its way around the front of your neck to gently grip your throat, keeping your head up. He looked down at where he connected with you, sighing with a faint smile as your cute little cotton tail wiggled against his groin. Slow, shallow thrusts is all you got now and it wasn't enough.

"Ple-ase," You choked out brokenly, small tears running down your cheeks. "more, more.. please..."

Leon clicked his tongue, only continuing with the torturous pace. "Please what? You know you won't get anything from me unless you ask the right way, bunny girl." Even though your eyes had fallen back closed, you could hear the smirk in his tone.

Despite being a bit of a brat, this man always knew how to break you. You couldn't keep up the attitude with his cock deep in your pussy like this. ".. please, daddy..." You quietly pleaded with a whine.

He knew just as well that you weren't one to hold up this bratty little act of yours, but who could blame him for having a little extra fun with you?

"Louder, princess~.." Leon's grip tightened ever so slightly on your neck, halting his thrusts once more to force it out of you.

"ghh- p-please, daddy!" That sweet little cry from you was enough to have him pounding into your sloppy cunt again, balls wetly slapping against your clit as you'd been dripping around his cock for what felt like ages now.

"Ya make this so difficult, bun.." He leaned a tad closer to whisper into one of your ears, letting go of your hip to give your ass a loud slap before it reclaimed it's previous position. "All ya have to do is be patient, and yet we do this every. Single. Night.." He punctuated each word with a rough thrust, grinning to himself as moans were practically ripped out of you.

The wet slapping of skin resounded in the room, accompanied by your ever so precious noises and Leon's own moans, grunts, and the occasional chuckle while watching your ears flop back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

Coming close to his high, he stood back upright, hand moving off your neck to push your head down against the bed again, fisting his hand into your hair so he could turn your face to the side. He didn't want to muffle your moans, hell, he wanted everyone to hear just how good he treated you nightly.

"Ya gonna be good f'me? Hm?" Leon groaned with clenched teeth, sweat breaking out and dripping down his forehead. "Gonna let me cum you? Breed that pretty bunny pussy?" Always so mean to you.

You nodded as best as you could, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth as he pounded into you harder. "Words. Say it." He growled, nails digging into the plush skin around your hip.

"Cum-ngh~.. cum in me, daddy..." You panted, "breed me, please. Need it.."

"Yeah you do. Want daddy to give ya a whole buncha baby bunnies, huh?" Your hands weakly grasped at the blankets surrounding you, body trembling with a cry as you came around his cock. Oh how you loved when he spoke to you like that.

Feeling your walls tighten and suck him in further was enough to push him over the edge only seconds later, keeping his hands firm on you until his dick softened inside of you.

You laid limp on the bed as you tried to catch your breath, legs having given out long ago. You let out a pitiful whine from oversensitivity as you felt Leon pull out, his cock suddenly replaced by his fingers prodding around your sore entrance before two of them entered you.

"I wanna keep ya nice and full, baby bun~." Leon's hot breath tickled your fuzzy ear as he whispered into it. Not long after, his fingers were removed in favor of putting your panties back on you, making sure to slot your round tail through the small hole in them. He repositioned you on the bed so you were now laying with your head on one of the pillows and your body under the covers.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, drifting off with a tired smile as you felt Leon brush your hair out of the way to plant a gentle kiss to your forehead.

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comatosebunny09 · 8 months

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warm-bodied | leon k.

genre(s): erotica, romance warning(s): female reader, soft dom leon, choking, clothed petting, mentions of bodily fluids, language, light dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, size kink, brief somnophilia, dry humping, stream of consciousness, lowercase, not proofread, written while under the influence now playing: some days - stella jang

he prefers you like this.

without the knit of your brows or the upturn of your lips. defenses buried beneath the gravel, your voice soft with sleep. no sharp quips, no biting comebacks. just your lids dancing and your mouth parting slightly with each exhale.

he likes it best when he can get away with stroking your cheek with the flat of his nails as you dream of pretty things. when he can root his nose into the curve of your shoulder and inhale.

you smell like earth and heady things, and you shift the slightest bit in his arms, nuzzling further into the safety of his body. cling to the fabric of his shirt like a grabby child, and the notion makes his lips—and dick—twitch.

the rain taps a steady rhythm on your makeshift shelter—a tarp he fashioned between two trees to shield you from the elements.

you needed the rest, your bones shaky with fatigue. leon insisted after you reconvened following a split-up to gather intel. after you stumbled into his back when he took the lead to resume your search for the president’s daughter. wasn’t like you to be so out of sorts. so naturally, being the good partner leon was, he herded you to safety—or some semblance of it.

you allowed him to hold you beneath the veil of night. to ward off the insistent chill because you were soaked to the bone, your clothes sticking to you like a second skin. and he was warm and so very big, and…

well, he was just helping out his partner, right? definitely not swelling with something feral at the sight of your body wrapped snug in his coat and you burrowing into his armpit like a scared little bunny.

besides, it isn’t often he has you like this. in the clench of his arms, his fingers meandering along the skin of your neck. dragging further downward towards the divot between your collarbones, grazing over your breasts. further still, on an unhurried excursion to your nipples pebbling beneath your shirt. from the cold or his touch, he isn’t sure. but the sight of them makes him bite his lip as he chokes on a groan.

you stir when you feel him. clear the phlegm from your throat, your lids still heavy with sleep.

“leon,” you warn, voice rivaled by the patter of the rain overhead.

“i know.” humor hangs in the depths of his voice, interweaved with something sensual. something disarming. “just tryna help keep you warm, is all.”

snort. “we don’t have time for the nonsense.”

leon scoffs. feigns hurt, his ministrations never faltering. sure, danger looms between each crackle of a tree branch. between every hoot of an owl in the distance, every whisper of wind, but—

a well-placed nipple pinch invokes a bitten-off growl from your throat. and he smiles at that, sighing hot and open-mouthed against the space behind your ear.

“we’ll make time, sweetheart.”

a promise clings to the air like the oaky aroma of petrichor, and he doesn’t miss how your thighs clench at the rumble of his voice. how you arch the slightest bit, pushing your breasts into the calluses of his hands, still feigning sleepiness. give him the go-ahead to touch you more, and he’s every bit of smug now as he kneads, plucks, and flicks his fingernails over your pretty, pretty nipples.

and, oh, how he wants to taste them; roll them over the bumps and grooves of his tongue, between his teeth. but given the angle and the timing, he’ll have to settle for this.

“gonna take care of you,” he huffs into the delicate hairs at the nape of your neck. hands dip a little further down, coasting over the ripples of your rib cage, massaging the meat of your belly, melding to your hipbones. “promise.”

you shudder, growing a little boneless, legs instinctively parting. and leon heeds the invitation, his nails raking up and down the inner sanctum of your thighs, all honey slow and teasing. and he intentionally nudges your meaty outer labia with the knuckles of his thumbs, and they’re swelling and fat in your pants, pulsating with each touch. he coos alongside you, infatuated by the beautiful noises he invokes upon touching you there.

you shiver again, a cute whimper easing past your lips. the sound shoots straight to his cock, painfully hard.

“want me here?” he croons. you nod all too quickly, earning a chuckle from him.

leon needs no further goading, taking to massaging your pussy through your pants with a cupped palm and artful fingers. revels in those breathy little sounds leaving your mouth and how your head falls back against his shoulder. and he’s there, mouthing over your carotid, sinking his teeth into whatever flesh he can reach.

his name drifts from your lips in a gentle cadence—in a dulcet supplication that makes his head spin, and he unconsciously grinds in tandem with the steady undulation of your hips. mind filled only with you you you. with getting you off. with tasting the briny tang of your cum. with being buried deep in the searing clench of your pussy, and the notion makes him nip at your shoulder to mask the pathetic little whimper burbling in his throat.

“right there?” he dotes at a particular buck of your hips, and your thigh craters beneath his fingers as he squeezes to anchor you down, keeping your legs spread so he can play at the seam of your pussy. “keep ‘em open for me, baby. yeah, just like that. gooood girl.”

he’s breathless now, sweat beading on his temple, because watching your resolve wither away has him leaking pre-spend and rutting into the cleft of your ass like a beast in heat. you burn hot as he shackles your neck with his hand, unraveling you little by little, your cunt so very wet and warm and weeping into his palm. and his hold on your throat tightens until he feels your pulse beat violently against the lines of his palm and your breath hitches.

“oh fuck, leon! so—so close! i’m gonna…i’m gonna—”

“yeah? gonna cum, baby? want you to. so bad. fuck. please.”

like a frayed bowstring stretched taut beyond its limits, you snap. topple as quickly as leon built you up, your slick saturating his fingers through the thickness of your cargo pants. and fuck fuck fuck, it’s embarrassing how quickly he cums after, drawn to his peak by the erratic stutter of your hips and that sinful tongue of yours curling around his name. he soaks his pants like an overzealous teen, fighting against his labored breaths and the urge to push you onto your back to fuck his cum into you.

but as the dust settles and the rainfall filters back in through the static of his mind, you look at him with a lazy smile. with a quirk to your brow, your gaze all-knowing and swimming with exhaustion.

“well, that’s one way to keep a girl warm.”

to which leon snorts, tugging you back into his arms, lips pursed and tender on the crown of your head.

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fictionalslvr · 5 months

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SYNOPSIS: Leon is the most devoted young man you know, and what you always wanted, is to ruin ruin, turn him into a complete sinful mess. And finally, you got that.

PAIRING: Churchboy¡Leon x implied F!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.110k

WARNINGS: CORRUPTION KINK MAJOR! Religious themes!! Sub and whiny¡Leon. Handjob. Descriptions of male anatomy. On the church.

NOTES: After weeks, getting sick and everything, the part two is finally here! This work can be read alone, but there is a part one if you want to see. This was only possible due to the dear @navstuffs! She helped me a lot and she deserves all the thanks for this, thank you Nav!

At the beginning of the world, it was only good things. The literal Eden Garden at dispose, offering just the best of the fruits, the nature in contact with the skin, everything was pure. Until it wasn’t anymore. Leon always thought about how perfect the life could be before the sin, before the luxury of the human beings, in fact, his mind was driven into those thoughts, not fully understanding what could made Eve tempt and change the whole world to the way he know now, he did not understood how she could replace a life of trust, love and literal heaven, in trade with what? A miserable life forever. Maybe it was the idea of being forbidden that got her so allured. The rule was simple, not to eat the apple, and was that’s what got her so ecstatic, Eve could have everything around her, but that fruit was calling her, whispering her name in the most blissful winds ever created, the alluring idea of something being restricted by God himself, called her up on her mind. What could be so different about that fruit? Why was she so special that even God didn’t want to let them have contact with her?

Leon couldn’t understand the meaning behind that forbidden fruit, for him, it was just an easy task to follow his creator's order. Anyway, he didn’t want to face his choleric state, nor to lose all his privileges after creation as the first God miracle, the man. That is until, you appeared on his mind, occupying the only space being used to drive him withered.

Soon, the fruit was replaced, not just a simple apple anymore, but you. You, and that voluptuous body, cute giggle and face builded by an angel, he could appreciate you for hours, if this wasn’t wrong, he didn’t want to be sinful. But just as Eve, your mischievous smile and alluring voice called for him, whispering his name in the depth of the world to keep him distracted from his initial objective, which was to serve his God, you were the luxury itself, right in front of him. There was no apple, just you, that deep into your mind, craved for Leon, and he, just wanted a bite of that pleasure, for being a sinful human as the others too, to see why humans fail so much, you were the perfect representation of a sin to him, the kind of woman that makes him fall on his knees and ask for his forgiveness, that wasn’t his normal state, it can’t be. Leon never saw himself so deprived, so perverted and sick like that.

From days now, you’ll be haunting his mind with unholy thoughts. Leon was in a dangerous line because of you, either ready to fall directly into a painful post life, with no way back, right into the hell for being such a pervert for you, or, resisting to the forbidden fruit and achieving a life of miracles to the end. Poor young man would wake up with a flustered rosy face, sweaty forehead, heavy breathing and surroundings still confused. He could swear you were in his dream, not in a good way at all. He would jump off of the bed, getting on his knees to the floor, hands gripping in each other to make it up for his sinful thoughts, mumbling his sorrows and asking for God help to “return him to his normal”, which never changed, he was always there, waiting patiently to give in and taste the sweet melody of the intimacy between such a thing as sex, but that was restricted due to the fear of a miserable hell. Leon felt filthy, the most dirty man walking on Earth, wearing an catholic third around his neck, gripping into it as his life depends of that, mumbling the God name as he could felt that weird sensation next to his crotch growing more and more painful, he didn’t knew what that is, but it hurt, it felt wrong. Plastered tears glued on his cheeks, he felt so false, so wrong and yet, so good.

“Oh my Jesus, forgive us for our sins. Save us from the fires of hell. Lead all souls into heaven, especially those in the most need of your mercy. Amen.” The words felt so blank, so empty and for the first time, Leon felt like there was no salvation in his actions.

He’s sure that God is looking down at him, thinking that his child is lost, already too wrapped by the Devil’s hands. He would be laughing at him, seeing how pathetic he is, the image he once had for his religion is ruined. He is ruined. Slowly becoming the nasty sinner in his own eyes, there’s nothing that could save him anymore. With his mind slowly descending, he knew that you were the cause of this, you were his luxury, his apple and he was Eve in a kind of way, now, he understand her, he gets that feeling, that he want to have a taste of something forbidden, to know what life truly feels like.

Even though he’s becoming a sinner, his heavy footsteps were echoing through the hallways, the devil himself walking into the church to play pretend with his subordinates sinners, he had a head towards the ground, ashamed for his thoughts, not wanting to face the consequences for that. With another preaching coming closer, he was ready to watch it, with his conscience heavy and heartbeat unusual. But a half closed door got his attention, the before innocent eyes widened as he was more curious than ever before, peeking through the door, what Leon found got his knees weak.

He remembered when he was young, he looked deeply into the priest eyes and did an promise, “not to fall in temptation”, he knew all the words correctly, the way his eyes lit up in that powerful presence of God, how he felt protected from all the dangers of the world for a fraction of second. But the danger is not carrying a weapon, the danger it’s the damn weapon, disguised as a woman, you. Under the dim light of the room, your soft silk dress slowly falling from your shoulders, he could swear your skin glistened with the sun, like you’re shining. The texture of your skin must be the most perfect skin to touch in his mind, it seems so delicate and smooth, not to mention the sweet scent of your body, the natural scent is enough to drive into the most unhinged person ever. Leon was flabbergasted, his jaw open as he almost drooled over the sight, he knows he shouldn’t be watching you change to the preaching, nor even be desiring you like a dog in heat in search for an mate, a gasp escape from his throat, forcing him to put his hands on top of his mouth to shut him off. A faint sound could be heard by you, the creaky floor behind the half open door, plus, a very low gasp being muffled. With only your white bustier and suspender belt, your head turned towards the door, and you saw a dirty blond hair swung in the air, hiding behind it, and that made you bite your cheeks from inside, holding a giggle, you could recognize him anywhere, silly Leon.

Acknowledged of his presence, you decided to put on a show for him. Playing with the straps of your bustier, letting it loose on your shoulders to show him what he’s losing. At this point, you couldn’t imagine you caught him sneaking on you changing, something might've changed on that angel to turn him into that. The teasing only proved your point, you could hear the tender sound of his desperate voice he sounded like a puppy whining, incapable to hold the instincts of seeing something so attractive for the first time, hands squeezed together and eyes in awe as he let out faint heavy breaths.

—”Come here, Leon.” He felt dizzy immediately. You saw him, you caught him red handed while spying you.

Looking like an abandoned dog, eyes on the floor, hands behind his back and short footsteps, he got inside, closing the door with your instruction. He couldn’t look at you, how could he look at you while you wear something so profane as this outfit you’re wearing right now? But he was already looking anyway, this wouldn’t make any difference, he just likes to pretend he was not doing something so wrong like that. Not the innocent Leon, he couldn’t commit his first sin with you, no way.

—”You know that spying is not a good thing, right?” Your feet on the ground made a stomp sound, indicating you were getting closer to him.

With his eyes hidden by his bangs, this was a bad situation that he chose to be into. He bit his lower lip, a wave of guilt all over his body and made him feel even more weaker. Leon nodded with his head, not even able to whisper a single word for you, just to show how embarrassed he is. The embarrassment was not only because he got caught, but of what his image will turn after this, what you will do to him. Your hot aura was invading his space and making him nervous, so much that he trembled like a leaf.

—”I asked you a question.” Your tone got a bit more stern, and you heard Leon suck a sob in between his little crooked teeths. You loved how he was not perfect at all, he was not going to stay forever innocent, you knew that, but you wanted to be the reason behind that. Leon is a grown man, he can make decisions for himself and answer a simple question.

—”Y-Yes! I…I know.”

Pressing him against the closet cabinet, he let out a gasp escape again. Your hands were behind him, dangerously close to touching his body in a way never before. Leon eyes dragged to yours, locking to see that flame in your pupils that he feared to face for so long.

—”You look so desperate, like you never saw a body before.”

—”I-I…never…” The words slipped out from his tongue, he didn’t have any control on his actions nor words at the moment, he was only listening to you and watching you. Your ferocious desire was filling his senses too, tormenting his poor mind. You only chuckled from his words gently, but he felt offended.

He must look so pathetic close to you, you must have plenty of experience and he…he had never seen his own body before, for him, it was wrong to see his own body, he believed that this would make him some kind of sinner. But seeing you, so alluring and bashing your eyelashes so innocently like a doll.

—”Haven't you ever seen a naked body before?”

The silence was his answer, he looked away bashfully, scared to admit the truth. Scared to look silly in front of you, to make a fool of himself. The look on his face said everything, and by the way he’s fidgeting his fingers anxiously, you didn’t need a proper answer. You understood, pressing your almost bare body against his just to hear him gulp audible, the thing was, you could feel a pent up dick hitting your inner thigh, he was so hard from just seeing your body this way, you wonder how he could be so sensitive this way. Just getting closer, made his whole face flushed.

—”You’re so hard already, Leon.” You snickered, looking down to watch his cock stir on his pants, underneath your skin. His eyes were wide open, he looked down with you, confused, tilting his head to the side like a puppy.

—”Hard? Is this what is hurting me?”

—”Hurting you? I’m guessing you never touched your body before to not know this is a boner.” Leon bit his lips again, this time humming in desperation and his hands were supported on the cabinet behind him.

—”Explain to me, please.”

You were surprised. He never really touched himself before? That would be even better than you thought. With a tender sigh, your hands hovered over his chest, slowlying pestering all the way down to his hips.

—”It’s hard to explain, but I can help you to get rid of the…pain, as you say.”

His eyes lit up, Leon whimpered at the touch of your hands on him, the first touch like this on his, the very first one, is yours. Just like you did in his dreams, but you were like a devil cornering him, wrapping him in your claws. At the feel of his cock twitching in his pants, he needed to get rid of that sensation, it was weird, so he nodded at your offer, agreeing to being ruined forever.

The next thing Leon knew, is that he was embraced by you fully this time. His rear resting on the low closet cabinet, his hands were roaming over your tender shoulders, searching for any support not to fall on his knees in front of you. Leon was ruined, there was no turning back from now on, not when his throat let the most obscene sounds your ears could be graced with, whiny soft pants making him look pathetic and adorable at the same time, the mix of feelings messing up with his mind and turning him into this. The way your hands were exploring his body so indecently for the first time is awkward, and yet, brings him to the edge of a just discovered emotion.

Your hands felt all over his body, exploring every inch as that was your last chance to show him the sin you could be. In fact, that could be a one lifetime opportunity, and you needed to get him addicted to make sure he would crawl back to you, begging for more of that thing only you can bring him to. With the way you looked, your eyes felt sore, like you just saw a golden flash in them so abruptly, that was, seeing Leon's dick for the first time. It was…cute, but desirable, that's for sure. The reddened tip looked untouched as the rest of his body, he was not thick, but he was considerably lengthy, you felt the urge to kiss it, tuck him inside your mouth, push him to the back of your throat and send him to heaven early as he wanted, but not in a glorious way. Leon couldn't even look into your face anymore, everything was blurry, but every single touch got him shivering, anyway, he agreed to that, and regret is not a word that could describe how he was right now. Deciding to have some pity on the man and take things slow to be just a bit passionate once, your hands pestered all the way down to finally touch his cock, watching as it stirred into your hands so adorably.

Leon's whimpers were everything you could ask for, he hid his face on the crook of your neck, nibbling your skin ever so gracefully to try to shut him, but he was loud, VERY loud. It was his first time being touched, you couldn't blame him. You started to touch his length, going up and down as you felt his hips jerking forward into you, showing that he wanted (needed) more. Turning your hands into a cupping one, you started to masturbate him at your own pace, taking his time as you heard his reactions, if you got quicker, he could get so much louder than before.

—”You don't want the whole church to hear us now, do you?” Your voice didn't need to get loud for him to listen, the distance was enough for a whisper in his ear that made him moan.

He knew it was wrong, and that anyone could hear him moaning like a bitch in heat for you, but he couldn't care less now. He had lost his innocence and faith, there's nothing else to lose. And yet, he kept his tone loud, he couldn't lower them in any way, everything felt so overstimulating that he felt like he was going to explode at any time.

Leon was trembling in your arms, you could see how he was holding onto you, crying, mumbling something incoherent as the same time your shoulders felt wet. A mixture of tears and saliva that escaped from his inside cheeks. You kept teasing him, some times, pressing his tip until you heard him whining and his trimmed nails pressed against you, marking you so slightly it wouldn't last long. His legs were wide open for you, and yet, he was almost closing them, if it wasn't for your body in the middle of them, the proximity allowed your breath to hit on his face, and you, to see his godly constructed face contorted in pleasure for you, everything you asked for.

Since he was a beginner at this kind of situation, he wouldn't last long, you knew that. Just a few pumps were enough to drive him crazy. As soon as his arms involved your back, his teeths into your shoulders and his moans got even more whiny (which you didn't think was possible), you knew he was close to cummming. Leon's hands tapped your back, he was mumbling and mumbling something non stop, and it took you a few seconds to understand

—”W-What….what is this?! I feel like…I'm…going to burst! Please!” His pleas were adorable, he didn't know what was coming, but he was begging for it.

—”It's completely normal, Leon…”

You soothed him, a gentle moment that kept you moving around his overwhelmed dick until he was fumbling and hyperventilating, he was a mess of heavy breaths, whimpers, grunts and every sound possible he could muster at the moment.

It didn't take long to see Leon's soul escaping from his body. His eyes were as wide as possible, the blue orb in the middle almost submerged on that white ocean of his eyes. Leon gripped into you, his legs failing for the first time, his toes curling up together and his head thrown back as he moaned in a strangle of breath. That's until the long ropes of cum made contact with your hands, escaping to drip on the cabinet wood underneath him. Took him long enough to stop seeing stars, his eyes drizzled off to somewhere distant until he could finally look into yours, to see your big grin and blush like a silly.

—”I…is it wrong to…ask for more?”

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glader13 · 8 months

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Playing Dangerous

Leon Kennedy x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, p in v (18 and up)

Inspired by this

“Fucking dick!” you shouted, staring at the video, “Fucking asshole!”

You were lounging in your lace (very see-through) nightgown at your boyfriend’s, ex-boyfriend’s, mansion when you saw the secretive video. He was away on a business trip and you were finally off the road from touring. The two of you haven’t seen each other in months, due to your music career and his company being the CEO.

But that didn’t get in the way of your love, at least that’s what you thought. The long phone calls where you would talk for hours and then the calls where you did more than talk, meant nothing to him. All the flowers he sent before each show were there, filling your dressing room with its sickly sweet scent. You should’ve known it was going downhill when he brought his assistant to your lunch date, and you should’ve known something was off from the way she lazily regarded you, how she sat next to him. She walked in a manner as if he were hers. Perhaps at that time, he probably was. Every time you called him from halfway across the country, she was there in bed with him, or sucking him off as he called you his “little singer”.

You throw your phone, staring at the ceiling through blurred eyes, angry that you’re hurting after ignoring the signs. He’s supposed to be coming home late tonight, going to the office to look over some paperwork, but you knew that he was with that bitch. Or, she was with him at the office, being in your bent-over position on his desk. “Fuck,” you say again, thinking of the dinner that you cooked, the cake that you’re baking. Hell, you’re even wearing a new lingerie set, a pretty dark red against your skin. Despite the hurt, you continued watching, seeing him sit her down, and plunge his face in between her legs.

The video ended shortly after, leaving you trying to rationalize why. She was definitely more attractive than you, much happier to lean on him. She definitely tried to see everything from his perspective, but the most damning thing was that she was always there and you weren’t. That alone was all he needed to cheat. Finally, your sadness gave way to anger, eating you like a fire. Slashing tires, and breaking items can only do so much, so you decide to hit him where it hurts. Since he loves her so much, he can live with her.

So, you fell asleep as your cake was baking, causing you to forget about it. As you were sleeping, you felt incredibly warm, waking up to nothing but smoke. You barely made it out, but thank goodness you were there alone. That’s the story you would tell, you decided staring at the flames. Watching them claw at the night sky as if trying to reach for the stars. The sound of sirens made you jump from your seat on the ground. An officer, a young one, jumped out of the car, his eyes widening seeing the flames. He spoke into his radio as he ran over to you, taking you by the waist to lead you away from the fire. From this angle, he looked akin to a puppy, with bright and big ocean eyes, and lips that gave you the softest smile, reassuring you that everything will be fine. His tenderness almost scared you, it felt so foreign, and then you realized why, his features were never that soft with you.

He opened the car door, seating you inside. He placed his jacket over you, “You okay, Miss?”

“Just a little shaken,” you say looking at the fire.

“Okay good,” he gave you a smile that weakened your heart, “Better to be shaken than burned.”

“I’ll be right back,” he began to walk toward the fire, causing you to take his hand.

“Officer ..,” you saw his badge, “Officer Kennedy, it’s dangerous, and no one else was inside, just me.”

He nodded, walking off again to talk on his radio. He then returned to you, his eyes taking your body briefly before he pulled out a small notebook. “Thank you for being concerned,” he says.

“What are you talking about Officer Kennedy?” you asked, pulling his jacket up, it was just so comforting, feeling right on you.

“About the fire,” he smiled, still making you weak, “But danger is my job, I keep people safe. Also, please call me Leon.”

“Okay Leon, I’m y/n l/n,” you say, and when he repeated your name it was heaven itself. Another sure sign that your desires were reaching for the stars like the flames.

He then asked you questions about the fire, when did it start and how? You kept your story, though you felt bad whenever you would meet his angel eyes. He asked you why you were here and if you lived here. You told him that you were cooking for your partner, and seeing his face drop with slouched shoulders wanted you to make it clear that he is now your ex. After the questioning, he leaned against the cop car, staring at the fire, his fingers constantly moving.

The silence allowed you to get another good look at him, noticing his slim yet muscular frame. Blonde-brown hair that was blowing in the wind. You mumbled how you felt so much safer with him and he dropped his head, running his hand through his hair as he mumbled thanks. So cute, you thought feeling your emotions run ahead of you.

You two continued to sit in a comfortable silence, as you played with the ends of your nightgown. As you were doing that, you noticed Leon stealing glances, which you let slide at first, feeling a dangerous spark from those eyes. Then you felt the states become longer and bolder, Leon finally noticing that the nightgown is see-through, revealing the lingerie.

“Is everything okay Leon?” you say, “Oh! My nightgown, I’ll cover it.”

“You don’t have to,” his eyes widened, becoming visibly ill, “I mean it’s up to you. Shit,” he sighs, “It looks nice.

“The nightgown or the lingerie?” you laugh, causing his face to match the flames. Then you got an idea, “Let’s switch places.”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“My turn to be the officer,” was all you said as you forced him on the seat.

“So, Mr. Kennedy,” you pulled out your phone as if you were an interviewer, “Why did you join the RPD?”

He stared at you smiling as he playfully shook his head, “I knew that I wanted to protect people ever since I was young. I mean in my school years, I always stood up to bullies who were huge compared to me.”

“Quite the hero,” you say, thinking that he’s perfect, “But why this city, this department?”

“I love Raccoon City,” he began, his eyes finally resting on yours, confidence in his voice, “But this city needs work, and I want to help it, and all communities in it,” he chuckled, “I just want to protect innocent people.”

“Including poor damsels like me?” you tease.

At that Leon looked at your body again, now having a better view of you. He swallowed hard, before mumbling yes miss. You could feel him mentally removing the nightgown revealing the lacey lingerie material that shows off your chest. The underwear was just as equally thin, with straps that connected to a lace piece wrapped around your thighs. This was supposed to be for your ex, but maybe Leon will enjoy it instead.

“Do you usually work so late and alone?” you asked, ignoring how his hands were resting over his crotch though your smile was light.

“Um … no. I just started,” he struggled for words, “First night alone .. Fresh from training.”

“Your girl must be worried then,” you say, smile now gone with the realization, that you’ll be no better than your ex, “Sorry for keeping you so late,” you managed to laugh pointing at the fire.

“There’s no girl,” he blurts out, “At least … there isn’t now. Been like that for two years.”

His desire is evident now in those stormy eyes. Giving you the confidence to get closer to him, inches from his face. His lips were so soft up close, and you fought the urge to kiss him right there, “Have you ever thought about dating a singer?” you were closer now, scarcely feeling his breathing, “Would you date a singer officer?”

“I’m guessing you don’t have a partner,” he says and you nod. The air between the two of you is finally clear.

He pulls you onto his lap, shamelessly taking off the nightgown. His stare gave you goosebumps in the fire’s heat and his light kiss on your neck nearly caused you to come undone. “You’re beautiful,” he breathes against your neck.

You shakily breathe his name as he continues to kiss your neck, nipping as he goes lower to your chest. His hands weren’t idle, both finding your chest and kneading your chest, squeezing your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His lips finally found yours, crashing into you like a hurricane. The feel of his tongue against yours was powerful as you began to become aware of, only concerning yourself with all things Leon. The fire, your ex, everything all faded away by Leon’s hands, by his kiss. It was just him and you, and all you wanted was to fade into him wholly.

You let your hands palm at his pants, clenching around nothing as you felt him getting hard under your fingers. Feeling impatient, you undid the buckles and pulled his boxers down. His cock came out, angry and already leaking, causing your heart to tumble at the sight seeing how large he was.

“Please,” Leon croaked out, and you knew what he wanted, what he needed.

You nodded, causing Leon to move your underwear to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. You then got over him, sinking down. He groaned feeling you around him, his hands digging into your sides. He then smirked, touching the side of your face, and tracing his fingers over your lips, “Are you just going to sit there and look pretty? Or are you going to move that body of yours?”

So, you did as he said causing a beautiful sound to fall from his mouth. As you grind your hips against him, chasing your high by crashing down on him. You threw your head back, feeling him come up and meet you as you crashed down. He hit all the right places, filling you just right by hitting your sweet spot. Your mouth was only able to form his name, repeating it like a sacred prayer. You then looked down at him, causing impossibly more butterflies in your stomach. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was slightly open, whispering jumbled words of praise.

You touched your clit, rubbing desperate circles and feeling the pleasure build up like a bomb. The extra sensation caused you to clench around him even tighter, your name dripping in honey coming from his mouth.

“Le … Leon,” you whined feeling him move your finger.

He placed your finger in his mouth, his tongue swirling over it. He was drunk on your taste, on you, hazy eyes filled with desire. His eyes were dark with it, giving the impression that they did not belong to him. But they focused on you, saw you, and you can swear that you think you’re falling in love. He held you down, rubbing new circles on that same sensitive area, all the while thrusting up. Your moans filled the police car as you grind on his dick, against his finger.

“Leon … Leon more,” you begged, fucking yourself against him, “More please,” the bomb was getting ready to explode. The knot in your stomach coming undone.

He obliged, making the circles on your clit harder, thrusting up into you harder and faster. You became sloppy at first, losing somewhat of a rhythm of grinding into him as your body began to shake, your legs jello. Next thing you knew, a white-hot pleasure erupted in you, engulfing you like a flame as you came on his dick. But he wasn’t done with you. He kept on slamming into your abused hole, the overstimulation causing you to try to get out of his grip but he was too strong. Or, maybe you just didn’t want to leave. Now he was chasing his high, thanking you for being good, for still being tight. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t talk. Your mind was in a haze, dumb off of his cock. You came again, another cry coming from your mouth, which Leon called beautiful.

Leon’s movements began to falter and stutter, signaling that he was close. He sat up, pulling you into a deep kiss as he came, some of it spilling out of you. The two of you finally pulled apart, your pants filling the comfortable silence. You moved some hair that was sticking to his forehead, and he gave another tender kiss, full of promise. He wraps a jacket around you, holding you against him. You don’t know why, or what convicted you to talk. It could’ve been the intimate moment that you shared or his calming heartbeat, but you did. “Do you ever think about her?” you asked, “Do you miss her?”

You felt him shift and tense, but he still held you. “I did think about her a lot. I mean, I saw her as mine, despite us being on and off, I knew that I loved her. So when she left, I was blindsided and angry,” he sighed, “I tried to hate her, but I couldn’t. I did miss her, but … I think I found something better.”

“I was angry,” you confessed, “I lied, Leon. He cheated and I couldn’t think,” you felt tears, “I was so angry, I started the fire. I just wanted him to feel my pain, especially because I did nothing but love him.”

“But this fire didn’t stop my anger,” you say, finally looking at him, “Leon, I don’t want to be angry.”

“Well,” he squeezed your hand, “It’s a good thing that you don’t have to.”

You smiled, feeling safety in his gaze, “But I lied to a cop and committed arson. You can arrest me.”

He caressed the side of your face again, “But you fell asleep, remember?” he says, “You forgot the cake.”

Your eyes widened as you giggled, kissing him, “Of course officer, I was just so sleepy.”

Soon the two of you were standing side by side watching the firefighters put out the remaining flames. They didn’t notice how his hand held yours, how he pulled you close. “I would like to do this again, I mean,” he facepalmed, “I would like to ask you on a date, make it an all-day thing, breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he smiled, “I want to know my singer more, then after all that we can do this again.”

You kissed his cheek, “I would love that Leon.”

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aussiepineapple1st · 11 months

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Hi there! If your taking requests can you do a Leon x reader where they have a baby and one night theyre sleeping in bed when there's an intruder in the house and it ends up being Ada and Leon goes to check it out and tries to reason with Ada. The reader goes to check on Leon when they see Ada holding their baby and hears her arguing with Leon. Leon telling her to hand the baby over and get the hell out but the reader steps between Leon and Ada and sizes Ada up saying "what the hell do you think your doing with my baby?" Like a badass reader and Leon being impressed and just so in love?

Thank You! 🥰

I will do my best!😅

Stolen Child

Words: 1,266 Contains: Daddy Leon, guns

Coming back from feeding your 5 month old daughter, you slide back in bed with your husband. Rolling over Leon had stayed awake just in case you needed his help, insisting you got it this time.

"Is she happy now?" He asks pulling you into his body to get comfortable once again.

"She is... But you should be asleep, you had it tough the last week." You were worried about your husband's health, he had come home to you bloody and bruised. You had been with Leon during Racoon City, you also had managed to live a fairly normal life. Working your way up to your own dream job as a successful Café owner.

"I'm alright, I just feel bad leaving you alone with her for so long."

You shake your head at his words and snuggle into his warm chest. "You do more than enough for both of us already." Sighing, you close your eyes. She would be wanting another feed at around 4am so you had a few hours to sleep.

An hour passes and you feel Leon pulling away from you leaving the bed. You wake up, but guess he was only going to the toilet. Staying on your side you start falling back asleep when you hear Leon talking, you groan and sit up. Does he really have a call at this time of night? You reach over turning on the lamp beside you and look over to his table... No, his phone was right there. You didn't hear a knock at the door?

Sliding out of the bed, you use the carpet to your advantage and stay in the hall, listening to where his voice was coming from.

"I won't ask you again." There he was, in your daughters room, the tone of his voice had your heart racing. Peeking through the gap in the door you see Leon standing there, facing the window. His arms were extended, holding his gun in his hands. Trained on a woman holding something in her arms.

"Put her back in the crib or so help me I'll shoot." Leon's voice was low and demanding, but soft enough to not wake the still sleeping baby.

"You wouldn't do that, I might drop her." The woman's voice was smooth and sensual, mocking Leon with what she knew he would never do while his daughter was in danger.

You couldn't just stay hidden! Opening the door, the woman pulls her own gun on you. "What the hell are you doing with my baby!?" You didn't care if you woke her, you wanted her out of the arms of this intruder. Who would steal a baby?!

"Ada, don't." Leon warned as he steps between you and her gun. So this was Ada? The very same woman Leon had told you about from Racoon City when you had both been separated in the mayhem. The woman who he would tell you kept popping up on his jobs.

Placing a hand on the back of his shoulder you step around your husband, his finger leaving the trigger, almost starting to squeeze it. Still keeping it trained on Ada he makes sure you weren't in the way if he needed to in fact, shoot her. "What do you plan on doing with her?" You ask.

Ada just glanced down at the still sleeping babe, a smirk pulling at one side of her lips then lifting her gaze to you once again. You had stepped close enough for the barrel of her pistol to be pressed against your collar bone. Ada frowns at how ballsy you were, she could tell why Leon had fallen for you and was still with you even after so long. "Sorry, but I don't work and tell."

Leon was stood directly behind you, so you knew she wouldn't shoot, just in case she hit him. Ada not expecting the speed in which you had grabbed her wrist and lifted her arm to the ceiling, your grip making Ada wince slightly as you step even closer. Yes, you were shorter than she was, by half a head, but your intense stare made up for your height intimidation.

"You'll hand my baby back to me now and leave the same way you came in. And if I ever..." You lower your voice to a growl. "Ever! See you again, I will Not hesitate to shoot you, unlike my husband."

Ada tilts her head up, seeing in your eyes you weren't joking. Maybe the job she thought would be easy wasn't, not with you being the child's mother. She looks to Leon who was smirking at you, she could tell he was impressed by your show of protection for your daughter. Reluctantly she allows you to take your baby back from her arm, your hand still holding her wrist tight.

Once your daughter was back in your arms and only then did you remove your grip from Ada's wrist. Leon pulls you back into his side as he keeps his gun on Ada. "You heard her.. On your way." Leon motions with his gun for her to leave through the open window.

Once she leaves you wait before removing your gaze from the window and felt your legs go weak under you, the adrenaline leaving your body almost instantly. Leon saw you drop and half catches you, kneeling down beside you as you sat on the carpeted floor, cradling your baby. "You okay?" Leon asked seeing you starting to tremble.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay, just.. my legs aren't working right now. Heh.." You were so scared, but protecting your daughter was your main objective, worrying about if you got shot later. "Did.. Did I do good?"

Leon just lets out a low chuckle from a closed mouth, rubbing your arms to help calm you down. "Yeah, I was even scared for a moment there." He didn't want to put his daughter back in her crib, not tonight. And it looked like neither did you, so he ends up scooping you into his arms while you held your baby.

"No you weren't.." You pout.

"Really, I was." He carries you back into your bedroom, placing you on your side of the bed. "I was scared you would be shot."

"Oh.. Right." Leon walks down stairs to fetch a U-shaped pillow, placing it in the centre of your bed. You then gently lay your daughter in the middle, both of her parents laying on either side of her for protection. You lay on your side, head on the pillow surrounding the tiny infant. Leon was doing the same, reaching down to use his index finger to draw tiny circles on the inside of her open palm.

She closed her fingers around Leon's finger causing a big smile to pull the corners of his lips. You watch the smile on his face and he looks up to you. "I was really proud of you for standing up against Ada. You were so hot."

"Oh please." You blush and pull the blanket over your shoulder. "You probably do that type of thing daily."

"Yes.. Sort of.. But you don't. God, I love you so much." He said reaching over his daughter and gently touching your cheek.

Your cheeks turn a darker red and look in his eyes that looked at you with pure admiration. He had seen a new side of you tonight and it only made him fall more in love with you. "I love you too, but we really need to figure out something about house security so this doesn't happen again."

"Right.."

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dmitriene · 8 months

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ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝚛𝚎𝟺 𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝.

ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ)

Leon had just returned from a long and grueling mission and you couldn't wait to surprise him with something you ordered online.

Your relationship with Leon was usually quite traditional — you had not previously ventured into any kind of various role playing games, dressing up and other things, but one day, while browsing the Internet, you came across a video from a store account, which depicted a cute headband in the form of blue fluffy puppy ears and a matching blue necklace with a blue dog bone that said "good boy", it was too cute to resist so without a second's hesitation you ordered the set, knowing that Leon had a soft spot for puppies.

The package arrived just in time for Leon's return home and you eagerly awaited his arrival, when he came out of the shower you handed him the box with the order, your excitement bubbling under the surface, he looked at you questioningly and asked — «What is this?»

With a mischievous grin you replied — «Just open it and take a look»

Leon raised an eyebrow but continued to open the box as he revealed the contents, his expression changed from curiosity to confusion and then to something resembling discomfort, he pulled out a fluffy puppy ear band and matching choker and declared without hesitation — «I won't do that, honey»

Your enthusiasm instantly died down and you pouted as you sat on the couch, you watched as he placed the box on a nearby table and headed towards the bedroom, clearly not wanting to indulge your playful surprise, he muttered something about the need to change, making you feel a little dejected.

Sitting on the couch sulking, you decided to playfully ignore Leon as he walked back into the living room, he seemed taken aback by your sudden cold attitude and when he tried to start a conversation, you responded with monosyllabic answers or shrugged your shoulders, making it clear that you were still upset about his refusal.

Leon couldn't bear to see you sulking like that and knew he had to make things right, so he sighed and decided to give in to your playful request, albeit a little embarrassed.

He disappeared back into the bedroom and this time appeared wearing a blue headband with fluffy puppy ears and a necklace with a dog bone pendant.

You couldn't help but laugh when you saw him, Leon's face turning a dark shade of crimson as he avoided meeting your gaze, feeling completely awkward in the adorable accessories.

He walked up to you, his embarrassment palpable, as he said in a low voice — «Okay, okay, i'll do it, but only this time»

Your laughter only intensified and you reached up to ruffle his hair, including his puppy ears — «You've made a very cute puppy, Leon» you teased, giving him a quick kiss on the nose.

Leon's embarrassment slowly transformed into a shy smile, in the end he couldn't resist your charm, he knelt down in front of you, playfully nuzzling your cheek with his puppy ears — «Woof» he chuckled, earning another fit of laughter from you.

— «You know, you can be a "good boy" in many ways» you whispered, making him blush even more.

As Leon knelt down in front of you, his movements were playful but deliberate, he positioned himself between your thighs, his hands resting lightly on your knees, with a sly grin he gently squeezed your hips, making you giggle in surprise.

His touch was warm and soothing, and his fingers traced small circles on your skin, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

Leon, who never shied away from playful tasks, could not resist the urge to move even closer, with his hands he gently spread your thighs, there was a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, as he got closer, you felt his warm breath on your skin, and from your lips a quiet sigh escaped.

His nuzzling started from the inside of your thighs, his lips kissed your skin softly, the sensation was both tickling and teasing, making you squirm slightly and giggle again, Leon's stubble lightly brushed against your skin, creating a delicious friction that sent tingles of pleasure through your body.

You reached out, lightly stroking his hair as he continued his playful exploration, the soft strands of his hair feeling silky under your touch and you could feel the soothing warmth of his scalp against your fingertips, your eyes locked with his, their deep blue depths filled with a mixture of fun and desire.

— «Leon» you whispered his name, your voice was full of love and longing, his touch and teasing ignited a passionate spark inside you, and you could not help but express your gratitude — «You're such a sweet good boy»

Leon's eyes sparkled as he looked at you, a genuine smile appearing on his lips despite his initial embarrassment, he paused for a moment, his lips skimming over your skin before he gently kissed the inside of your thigh — «Just for you» he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire.

You sighed softly as Leon's lips continued their journey, moving closer and closer to the apex of your thighs, his playful antics turned into a passionate exploration of your desire and you were delighted, with every kiss and caress the connection between you deepened and the room seemed to be filled with an electric charge of intimacy.

Your fingers continued to run through his hair, pushing him closer, and your eyes never left his.

The unspoken desire between you was palpable, growing with each passing moment, and when Leon's lips finally reached their destination, you couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure, your body arching slightly in response.

He ran his tongue harshly along the edge of your clothed cunt, his touch teasing and tormenting, he heard you whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him to go further.

He pressed his lips to the fabric covering your cunt, his tongue sliding over the sensitive spot, trying to taste your arousal, he felt the reaction of your body, the tension between you grew as Leon continued his ministrations, his hands squeezing your hips and his tongue moving in circles, as sometimes he gently bit the sensitive bud, adding a note of pain to the pleasure and pulling moans from your lips.

Leon's lips curved into a wicked smile as he pushed your panties aside, revealing your glistening cunt and wasting no time, his mouth fell on it eagerly, he dove, his face buried between your thighs as his tongue eagerly explored every inch of your vagina.

He teased you, brushing his nose against your clit, causing endless sighs of pleasure from you while his tongue danced skillfully along your folds, lapping up the wetness, enjoying the taste of it as he enjoyed every moan and whimper that escaped your lips, knowing exactly that he was the one giving you pleasure.

With every flick and swipe of his tongue he brought you closer to the edge, he drew patterns alternating between gentle licks and firm strokes, bringing indescribable pleasure, Leon's hands grabbed your hips, holding you in place as he increased his attack, devouring you with a hunger that reflected his own desires.

As your body arched and your head fell back in ecstasy, Leon continued his merciless assault, his tongue plunging deeper, searching for every sweet spot inside you, he enjoyed the way your body trembled under his touch, how your moans became louder and more desperate.

— «Don't.. don't stop, Leon.. you're such an.. f-fuck.. good boy!»

Leon growled in your core as you grabbed his hair tighter, pulling him closer to you with a desperate need, he enjoyed your control, the way you led him exactly where you wanted.

Your movements matched the rhythm of his tongue, your hips rubbing against his face as you fought for your release.

He felt it building, the tension in your body reaching its peak as Leon increased his efforts, his tongue penetrated deeper, his lips sucked and nibbled on your sensitive flesh, he wanted to take you to the extreme, to witness the ecstasy that swallowed you.

And so it happened, your moans became louder and more insistent, filling the space around you, making him continue his ruthless attack, his tongue ardently slid over your clit and this sensation pushed you to the limit, your body shuddered with pleasure as you reached a powerful orgasm.

Your moans echoed in his ears, igniting his own desire as he drank from your pleasure, Leon held you tightly, his grip on your thighs was firm and unshakable, his mouth continued to pay attention to your sore cunt even as you overcame the waves of your climax.

As Leon stood up, his lips still glistening with your essence, a playful smirk touching the corners of his mouth, he leaned in and kissed your lips hard, his tongue touching your tongue teasingly before he pulled back slightly.

He looked up at you, mischief flickering in his blue eyes — «So, have you forgiven me?» he asked in a hoarse voice, his warm breath touching your lips.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your lips parted slightly to let in more air, you looked deep into his eyes, your desire reflected in your gaze, and in a breathless whisper you answered — «Yes..»

A triumphant smile tugged at the corners of Leon's lips as he stood up contentedly, still wearing the blue headband with fluffy puppy ears and choker, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face as he nuzzled closer to you, his body pressed against yours and pinned you to the couch.

The weight of his body on top of yours sent a wave of desire through you, and you gasped softly as your fingers instinctively traced the contours of his back, feeling the play of muscles under his skin, Leon's lips touched yours again, encasing your mouth in a passionate, heated kiss.

The heat between you increased with every touch of lips and every teasing touch, your bodies melted together as if they were made for each other, and the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating rush of desire coursing through your veins.

Leon's hands explored the curves of your body, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine, his fingers tracing a trail of fire, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along your jawline and neck.

The room seemed to spin as you became lost in a dizzying whirlwind of sensations, the intensity of your connection growing with each passing moment.

As Leon continued to shower you with love and desire, you realized that forgiveness had never been so intoxicating.

From that day on, blue fluffy puppy ears and a choker became a treasured part of your playful moments together, sometimes Leon would even surprise you by wearing them when you least expected it, always ready to be the "good boy" that made your heart skip a beat at the fervent memories.

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enrosadiraanisaaa · 9 months

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Within Session .Part Three.

Hey there cuties, do not think I forgot about y'all! This fanfic consist of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

~Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝

This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter does not contain any 🔞 material. This story will contain +18 content (NSFW) in the near future 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit. This story will eventually hit that point so don’t set yourself up.

Summary

As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. This chapter was oddly hard to write, especially writing out a session on a serious topic. Once I was writing, I kept writing so you might find this chapter to be long! Expect the next chapter to be out in two weeks!

Hope y'all enjoy the third part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One and Part Two of Within Session

Cleared Mirror

When Leon finally mentioned to Hunnigan his need for help, he did not expect immediate validation to improve his mental health. After the Raccoon City incident in 1998, the horrifying experiences that had cost him a normal life had embedded as an inevitable trauma. The grueling military training that followed after he was captured by the US government and forced to become a government agent to protect Sherry. The underlying hazing that he endured in boot camp tested his abilities and mental state beyond his capabilities, yet it was a period of time that distracted him. Then the recent mission to Spain to save the president’s daughter and his fight against Las Plagas of Los Illuminados seemed to weigh in after losing Luis and confronting Ada Wong after a number of years. His guilt was engulfing him at this point, so he looked forward to his first session with the referred therapist by Hunnigan.

However, when he did arrive at the office for the scheduled session at 5PM, he did not expect a young woman to be assigned his therapist. He noticed she was preoccupied with paperwork on her desk before he knocked on the doorway door to notify her that he had arrived. Once her awareness of him occurred, she stood up from her chair to greet him. Leon instantly notices her red attire with black heels, reminding him of a certain woman.

Without realizing it, Leon accidentally scrunches his face from the reminder. Even when you offer a seat on one of the chairs in front of your desk, a glare on his face remains for a moment. However, when Leon takes another glance at your face, he eases the features of his face, nearly dazed at the sight of your eyes and lips as you both sit across each other. For a moment he studies your facial features while you speak until a question from you returns him to reality. Leon blinks his eyes in realization and nods to the question, simply muttering,”Yes.”

His heart nearly flutters when you provide a reassuring smile while nodding your head,”That’s okay, let’s get started, Leon,” He hears you tell him.

By leaning over the chair, you reach over with one hand to retrieve paperwork clipped to a clipboard from the top of your desk. Leon patiently sits in silence across from you, curious of the next course of actions. With a swift flip of the papers attached to the clipboard, you reaffirm all the necessary documents before leaning over in the chair to hand the clipboard to Leon. Once Leon had the clipboard in his possession, he curiously skimmed through the pages while you spoke,” Alright Leon, we’re going to take the first 15 minutes to get through all this annoying intake paperwork. Essentially review HIPAA concerns, consent forms, and ethical guidelines. Afterwards, I will ask more questions regarding your background, then begin discussing your reasons for therapy and goals so we can formulate a treatment plan along our sessions. How does that sound?” You question him, provided with a gentle smile.

Leon follows with a head nod, content with the flow of the session.”Sounds good,” he immediately responds, eager to hear your voice more. Despite Leon never receiving treatment before, he was honestly impressed with your diligence.

With the reassurance from Leon, you proceed on explaining the following paperwork.”Also, please feel welcomed to ask me any questions, I want to ensure you’re not leaving here confused and that my skills are what you’re looking for in a therapist,” You sincerely express, shifting in the chair to cross your legs.

There were several questions that instantly came to Leon’s thoughts: ‘How old are you?’ and ‘Are you single?’

“The first page contains a HIPAA authorization form, basically entailing how your medical information is disclosed and your rights regarding your medical information…''You explain, leaning over the side of the chair again to snatch a pen from your desk. With the pen in hand, you lean over the chair to hand it to Leon,”So just write today’s date, your full name, date of birth, social security, check the boxes, and provide your signature. Please let me know if you have questions,” You breathe out, observing him as Leon fills out the worksheet in silence, hearing the scribbling of the pen on paper.

After a moment, Leon glances back up to you, signaling he was finished with signing this section of paperwork. In this moment, you provide a smile in reassurance,”Sweet, now we can continue to the next section, which is simply covering ethical guidelines between therapist and client. If you flip over to the next page, it will clarify all the different points. When you’re done reading, just sign at the bottom,” You advise him, sinking back into the chair as Leon flips and reviews the next page of ethical guidelines.

At this moment, several points mentioning friendship and gift exchange between client and therapist caught Leon’s attention. Therapists are legally required to maintain a professional relationship with their clients, thus can not accept gifts over a certain amount. Leon briefly glances at you, then instantly returns his sight to the paperwork on his lap. He would have to abide by these guidelines to receive treatment. With the pen in his hand, Leon inscribes his signature on the line at the bottom of the page along with writing the current date.

With all the paperwork finally reviewed and signed, this prompted you to clasp your hands together, instantly capturing Leon’s concentration from the paperwork on his lap up to you at the sudden noise,”Okay, we’re done with paperwork! You can set that on my desk, now we can finally get into why you’re here. I will ask a couple of questions, then you can tell me more about yourself, Leon,” You explain, your voice full of enthusiasm as you directly observe his blue orbs across the room. In response to your declaration, Leon nods his head.

By adjusting your throat, you then exhale before asking the first question: “Has your family or you have any history of substance abuse that is not limited to alcohol, illegal drugs, and abuse of medication?”

From across the room, you notice Leon shakes his head,”I am not sure about my family, but not me…”

To acknowledge him, you provide a subtle head nod to his response,”That’s okay if you don’t know. Another question: During your childhood, did you live any significant period of time with anyone other than your natural parents?” You question him, intently observing his expressions. Despite his file entailing he was an orphan, you needed more context.

There was a momentary pause from Leon at this question, his gaze elsewhere but you as he ponders this question. He then returns his gaze to you, nodding,” Yes. I was in the foster care system until I became 18 years of age. There was an incident in my family that I don’t have much recollection on…” He tries to clarify.

‘There was an incident?’ This thought comes to you, debating if this subject should be pressed on and explored. You veer your head to the clock on the wall, it was already 5:32PM. Session will be ending soon at 5:50PM and there is at least one important question left for Leon.

With another head nod, your lips form a smile to Leon,”We can explore that at another time if you like… My last question is: What has brought you to therapy and what goals do you want to accomplish?” To some, this inquiry might seem ridiculous, but this direct question was for clients to explore their reasoning to receive therapy.

An exasperated sigh escapes his mouth, tilting his head to the sides as it seemed he did not want to confess his sentiment. “Uh… I feel alone” He finally admits, his face expressionless.

“At what point in your life do you feel alone?” You inquired, keeping your tone serious to Leon’s response.

Over the span of his life, there were an absurd number of instances when he was abandoned by people. The initial example was during his childhood, when his family was massacred for unexplained reasons. He spent a considerate amount of years in the foster care system, unloved by blood. The girlfriend who broke off their relationship the night before he experienced the incident in Raccoon City. Hell, even when Claire Redfield deserted Sherry and him to search for her older brother after they barely survived that harrowing night together. Leon had to fend for Sherry when Claire had left them to the mercy of the US government. Then the infamous Ada Wong, who used him twice before vanishing without a trace. People were brief in his life, either from death or they left him.

Despite these prominent circumstances, how would he express some of these details without explaining an incident that was covered up and immensely classified. His hands and tongue were tied, he would have to brush over this portion of his life.

With several blink of his eyes, Leon considers other reasons for his lonesomeness. There was an uneasy feeling that swept over him due to the unsettling silence in the room. You were attentive for his answer.

“The nature of my job… I am too busy to involve myself in meaningful relationships,” Leon conjures, returning his gaze to those eyes that seemed too distant from him.

As Leon provides a response to your final question, you notice hesitation in his demeanor as if he is recollecting something traumatic. However, as a professional you can not dismiss his answer, but simply acknowledge him.

Since Leon was an agent of STRATCOM, no doubt that life threatening missions contributed to this sentiment. Similar among other agents and military personnel, coping with isolation and loneliness was common.

“Are there any particular aspects of your job that contribute to your feeling of loneliness?” You ask him in a sincere tone. With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, there were only a few minutes of session. Damm…

Leon noticed your glance to the clock on the wall, yet continued to speak,” People are temporary in my line of work…” He admits, noticing the hands of the clock were at 5:46pm.”Session is done already, huh?” Leon comments, returning his attention to you for confirmation.

A faint smile forms on your lips, nod slightly.”Unfortunately…but we can continue this subject next session..” You respond, standing from the chair to retrieve another clipboard from your desk, consisting of another signature page. “Before you leave, if I could get your signature. I did check your health insurance and it’s all good to go. They require a client signature to authorize that you received treatment today,” You inform him, offering the clipboard to him with both hands.

Leon stands from his seat, taking the clipboard with one hand while his other hand grasps the pen attached to the clipboard. After signing his signature at the bottom of the sheet, he returns the clipboard back into your possession with a faint smile on his lips.

You reciprocate the same faint smile on your face,”Alright Leon, it was a pleasure to meet you today. I really recommend writing any thoughts or topics you want to speak about in a small notebook for our sessions, that way you don’t forget… but other than that. You are free to go. I look forward to seeing you on Friday at 5PM. If you need to reach me for any reason, definitely reach me by email or my work number.” You mention, leaning on your desk.

With a nod from Leon, offering a cheeky grin,”Yes ma'am. I will see you on Friday then, stay warm...” He comments, noticeably glancing at your body up and down, implying your poor choice in your red attire. At those words, Leon turns around to exit your office, leaving you alone in silence.

This was definitely an interesting client, there was no doubt in Leon’s charisma and intellect.

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tacticaldiary · 10 months

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The Absence Of Light

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Genre: Angst

He’d taken the one steady thing in his life for granted, chosen a momentary chase of the tongue instead of her. Warning after warning, the consequences of his ignorance hit hard.

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“You walk out that door and I won’t be here when you get back.”

Leon’s hand freezes on the doorknob, the handle cold against his burning skin. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I’m serious, Leon.” The tense finality of her voice is enough to make him peer over his shoulder weary eyes taking her in.

Arms crossed, shoulders tense. She looks at him like she might snap at any second.

“You’ve been home five minutes, I haven’t seen you in three months, and the most you’ve done is glance my way with a hello and you’re leaving again? To get drunk out of your mind instead of letting me help you?”

“You can’t help me.” A sharp, tired exhale.

“Because you never let me!” She exclaims, “This-“ She gestures to him, to the slump of his back and the twitching of his fingers aching for a glass in his hand. “-is killing you. You’re killing yourself, Leon.”

He turns around, goes to say something but stops at the look in her eyes.

Normally she’s worried. That softness of her eyes as she pulls the glass out of her hand, helps him with the gruelling hangovers that are the remnants of his attempts to forget his job.

The only thing in her eyes right now is anger.

At him. Maybe even a little at herself for not acting sooner.

“I’m done waiting up for you, wondering where the hell you are, which bar you’re getting trashed at. Wondering if it’ll be Chris or some other co-worker dragging your ass back home, leaving me to pick up the pieces of something you refuse to fix yourself.”

“You think I want this?” His eyes narrow.

“I think you know it’s easier to succumb than to fight to try and be better.” She retorts harshly, and Leon misses the way her voice used to be gentle and kind. Loving...how long had it been since he’d told her he loved her?

The ring on her finger was proof that he did, but material objects and words conveyed different meanings altogether.

He did. God, Leon loved her so much it hurt sometimes. On a mission, getting back home to her was one of the things that drove him to make no mistakes, to live, to survive.

Why did he abandon that iron will the second he was off the clock, then?

The idea of sorting it out gives him a headache, one not self-inflicted. Raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, he takes a deep breath.

This...they could do this some other time. Right now he just needed...he needed to get away. He needed a moment of peace from his buzzing mind, and if replacing that buzzing with the lull of alcohol for a few hours, just a few hours, would get him through that set time, then he’d take it.

Just this last time.

He remembers the day they met. Doubts he’d ever forget someone as sweet as her. It had been at a coffee shop where she asked for his name to write on his cup of black coffee. The café had someone playing the guitar near the counter, a lovely little tune that had people smiling and taking pictures. Leon had given her his name, but she’d only responded with a confused smile.

Over the din, she’s mistook ‘Leon’ for ‘Lion’, but had indulged in his seemingly odd request. It had taken a full minute of her calling out his butchered name before he realised it was his order. A quick correction had led to a bout of embarrassed apologies.

It was endearing. Magnetising. Leon had responded cheekily, asking her to make up for it by letting him take her out. With a flush as red as the roses he’d presented her with the next night, it had been smooth sailing from there. Clicking into his life perfectly, Leon sometimes questioned how he lucked out with someone so utterly perfect in every goddamn way. It was ironic to him. Someone unblemished for his own scarred self.

She became his rock, his anchor. The one person he could count on to be there when he came back home, the one person who was a reprieve from the haunting nights of his job.

The door clicking open brings about a draft of chill.

Or maybe that’s the grim nature of her sudden silence.

“Don’t wait up,” Leon mumbles, making his choice. She wasn’t serious, he knows she wasn’t. She’d brought this up before, told him not to compromise this lovely little thing between them, not the ruin four years of hard work and trust over something that so many people were willing to help him with.

She’s always home when he comes back, granted in an understandably sour mood. He feels a bucket of guilt wash over him every damn time that happens, makes it up to her before his next fall and the vicious cycle continues all over again.

Leon squeezes his eyes shut as his hands dig out his car keys, pulling open the door.

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None of the lights are on.

That’s the first indication that makes his heart twist.

Something about the encounter, before he left, had left him rattled, enough that he couldn’t stomach the will to drink more than two or three glasses of...whatever he ordered, he can’t remember, not with the way his heart is pounding in his ears as he shoves the keys into the front door.

Leon’s being paranoid. It was well past 11, she was probably asleep in their room. Still, the hard edge to her voice...

“I won’t be here when you get back.”

It had unsettled him. His instincts were normally right, it’s the reason why he’s survived so long in impossible situations, and Leon had only made it about two hours into his night at the closest bar before he had given in and drove himself home.

Something wasn’t right.

A lump in his throat forms when he steps into the darkness of their home, the door clicking shut behind him a hollow sound.

He calls out her name quietly, stepping into the kitchen, and flicking on the light.

The countertops are just as clean as they were when he left. He’s about to head to their bedroom when his eyes linger on one of the shelves filled with mugs.

It was a bit of a tradition for each of them to bring home the most ridiculous mugs they could find whenever they travelled. Leon always managed to snag something dumb from somewhere he travelled, and she contributed the same, though their reasons for exploring the world are vastly different.

His blood runs cold as he stares.

Half of the mugs are gone.

Frozen to the spot for a second, the blood in his ear rises to a crescendo, threatening to choke him because this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be.

He tears his way into their room, shoving open their door and looking around frantically for her. Surely she’d just been doing some rearranging?

Nothing.

Not a trace of her left.

Her phone, her chargers, the little trinkets on her side of the nightstand. When Leon panics, pulls open the drawer and finds it barren. Empty.

A sweep of the whole house, calling out her name all the while makes the grim reality settle into his bones, fear making his hands clammy. He yells for her, but all he’s met with is the echo of his own voice talking back to him. Each empty room makes the fissure in his heart deeper, the regret pooling in his entire body stronger.

Fuck, he’s so fucking stupid. So stupid for someone who’s supposed to be smart, how could he have ignored her like that and-

It’s the living room that brings the final blow.

There, on the coffee table, a single sheet of paper folded in half.

Leon almost doesn’t pick it up, refuses to click together the pieces of a puzzle already laid out and made for him.

With shaky hands, he unfolds the note. Something small clatters to the floor.

Her engagement ring.

Leon can’t breathe.

‘I love you, Leon. But not enough to watch you waste away. Don’t try and find me, I’m done. Goodbye.’

Leon Kennedy has gotten shot, cut, beat, drowned, and nearly frozen, but nothing compares to the aching feeling that twists and tears at his chest. Feeling himself tremble, clutching onto the ring, he shakily sits back on the couch.

She was gone.

Not a trace of her left. Almost as if she’d never existed.

She must have really wanted to leave if she packed everything so quickly.

Tilting his head back, he wills himself to calm down, to drag his head back to the present, and think rationally. She couldn’t have gone far, right? It hadn’t been that long, and he could still catch her if he knew where she was going and-

‘Don’t try and find me.’

The lump in his throat thickens at the same time tears sting his eyes. With movements measured to an almost automated extent, he sets both the paper and the ring down on the coffee table. His eyes narrow, as through the tears he spots a half-empty beer bottle on the table.

He grabs the bottle, turning it over and over in his hands, resenting the weight of it, the sloshing of the liquid that cost him something forever unattainable. Irreplaceable. The tears in his eyes blur his vision, and trickle down his face, at odds with the shaking audible crying he refuses to let out.

Caught in a sudden bout of anger, he grits his jaw, raises the bottle over his head to bring it down and-

Stops.

Would that do anything but make a mess on his floor, he thinks bitterly. It doesn’t matter if he quit altogether if he smashed every bottle in the liquor cabinet and got himself banned from every bar and club he could think of. It wouldn’t undo the months of ignorance and neglect he’d put her through, it wouldn’t bring her back to him.

So Leon does the only thing he knows that makes the pain go away.

Leon leans back, defeated. Hollow, empty, and hurting.

He uncaps the bottle.

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Leon Scott Kennedy x gender neutral! reader

warmth in the cold.

It had been a long day for Leon and his partner, Y/N. They had been out in the snow all day, trudging through the bitter cold, trying to track down the source of the latest outbreak.

But now, as they sat nestled together in front of the fire, all of that seemed like a distant memory. The warmth of the flames and the comforting embrace of each other's arms made everything else fade away.

Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as he held (Y/N) close, his arms wrapped around their waist. He felt safe and secure, like nothing else in the world could touch them as long as they were together like this.

(Y/N) snuggled closer to him, their head resting on his chest as they let out a contented sigh. Leon smiled down at them, running his fingers through their hair as he savored the moment.

"I'm glad we found this cabin," Leon murmured, his voice low and soothing. "It's nice to have a little break from all the chaos out there."

(Y/N) nodded in agreement, their eyes closed as they basked in the warmth of the fire. "It's nice to just be here with you," they whispered.

Leon felt his heart swell at those words. He had never felt such a strong connection to anyone before (Y/N), and he knew that he never wanted to let them go.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead, feeling their soft breaths against his skin. "I'm glad we're together," he murmured. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

(Y/N) smiled up at him, their eyes shining with affection. "I feel the same way," they said. "I love you, Leon."

Leon felt his heart skip a beat at those words. He had known for a long time that he was in love with (Y/N), but to hear them say it so openly was almost overwhelming.

"I love you too," he whispered, pulling them even closer as they settled in for the night.

As they drifted off to sleep, Leon knew that he had found something special with (Y/N). They were his warmth in the cold, his comfort in the chaos, and he knew that he would always cherish the moments like this, when they were cuddled up together, safe and content in each other's arms.

The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over their faces as they slept. Outside, the snow continued to fall, but inside the cabin, all was peaceful and still.

Leon woke up first, his eyes fluttering open as he felt (Y/N) stir beside him. He smiled down at them, watching as they rubbed their sleepy eyes and stretched their arms above their head.

"Good morning," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to their forehead.

(Y/N) smiled up at him, their eyes still sleepy but filled with affection. "Morning," they whispered.

Leon pulled them closer, relishing the feeling of their bodies pressed together. "Do you want to stay here a little longer?" he asked. "We don't have to leave just yet."

(Y/N) nodded, snuggling closer to him. "I don't want to leave this warmth," they said. "Not yet."

Leon chuckled, running his fingers through their hair. "Then we'll stay," he said. "As long as you want."

They spent the rest of the morning cuddled up together, talking softly and enjoying each other's company. The snow continued to fall outside, but inside the cabin, they were warm and content.

As they eventually got up to leave, Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this moment, this time with (Y/N). It was moments like these that made all the chaos and danger of their lives worth it, that made him feel like he had found something truly special.

And as they stepped out into the cold, he knew that, no matter what lay ahead, he would always find warmth in the cold as long as he had (Y/N) by his side.

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blkjimin · 7 months

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Affairs Pt 2

Summary

Leon and Scarlett end up going out for lunch, Ada was on her lunch break and she sees them at a restaurant…

The sun shined through the sheer blinds. Leon woke up realizing Scarlett wasn’t next to him, he started to look around the large room and then he smelled the glorious smell of something cooking from downstairs.

Leon got up from the bed and went downstairs to see Scarlett cooking bacon and eggs for the both of them.

“Good morning Scar,” he greeted the girl as he looked her up and down.

“Good morning baby,” Scarlett greeted back. “Hope you like my cooking, I don’t cook often but I know the basics,” She told him while putting the food on the table.

“I’m sure it tastes fine love,” Leon said as he gave her a reassuring smile.

Leon waited for the food to cool off then he finally took a bite of her eggs. Leon suddenly had a surge of immense joy inside of but he pushed it down.

“The food tastes delicious Scar,” he told her. Leon hadn’t had a good home-cooked meal in a while ever since he and Ada started, Just fast food, no homemade food since he and Ada started fighting. He missed the times when they were loving toward each other.

A few hours later…

Scarlett was waiting patiently for Leon to arrive at the coffee shop, she was about to call him but that’s when he walked through the door.

“Sorry, I’m late Scar,” Leon apologized.

“You're totally fine,” Scarlett said reassuring him as she got up to order her coffee. Leon followed behind her.

The cashier greeted them as she asked what kind of coffee they wanted.

“Can I get a medium caramel coffee with cold foam, please,” Scarlett ordered.

“Can I just get a coffee with creamer,” Leon ordered as well.

"That will be $7.86," the cashier said.

Leon paid for the drinks while Scarlett went to find a table for them. They decided to reminisce since this was the coffee shop that started it all.

"I mean, I still can't believe that a mixed-up coffee order turned into an affair between us," Scarlett said while laughing with immense joy.

Flashback…

“Sorry for the mix-up, this isn’t the first time this has happened,” the woman said as she playfully laughed.

“Your perfectly fine,” the man said with a faint smile.

“May I ask for your name?” the woman asked.

“Leon,” he answered.

“Mine’s is Scarlett,” she said.

The two started to conversate and they realized they had a lot in common, they decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch with each other. They became really good friends within months.

A couple of days later…

Leon arrived at his home and decided to sit down for a little bit before, he decided to put on street clothes and head out for a walk. He walked upstairs and heard his wife talking to somebody.

"I know baby, I'm gonna tell him eventually but now is not the time because I need this job," Ada argued on the phone.

Ada remained silent for a short moment

"Ok, I'll tell him eventually..." Leon started to walk away from the area while Ada's voice faded out.

He left the house not even wanting to hear the rest of the call. Leon decided to take a walk to clear his mind when Scarlett called him.

"Hey Leon," Scarlett greeted him.

"Hey Scarlett," Leon dryly said.

“You okay? you sound a little sad,” Scarlett asked concerned.

Leon told her everything that happened, he felt like his whole world was shattering but he didn’t let that stop him. He wanted to get his own back…

Present time…

Ada was on her lunch break, and she stopped at a nearby coffee shop but she saw something that ticked her soul, She saw her husband and another female eating together.

Leon was talking to Scarlett when he saw Ada in the corner of his eye.

“And then when I took my dog out-, Leon are you listening,” Scarlett asked as she questioned him.

Leon didn’t respond still staring at Ada. Scarlett started to get irritated by his actions.

“What are you looking at,” Scarlett blustered before she looked behind her.

“Oh, I see now, I’m just gonna go, Leon, see you next time,” Scarlett sighed.

“Wait, don’t go,” he begged as he grabbed Scarlett’s arm from walking any further.

Scarlett didn’t make any eye contact with him, That’s when Ada walked through the door. “So what’s going here, Leon?” Ada questioned.

Eyes were drawn onto them as people started whispering. “Ada, let’s not do this here,” Leon gritted out.

“No, we are going to do this here, why are you here with another woman?” Ada bawled out.

“Maybe if you didn’t cheat on me, this affair wouldn’t even be a thing right now,” Leon clarified.

A pure golden silence filled the room. “What are you talking about?” Ada questioned feeling eyes all over.

“I know you cheated on me with your boss Ada, I know everything. I overheard your conversation with him a few months ago,” Leon revealed.

“You wanna know where all of our money is going, it’s going to this woman right here because she has been there when I was ever feeling down while you just criticized me whenever. All we do is argue nowadays, I love Scarlett,” Leon blurted.

Scarlett just stood there trying to take in everything that just happened. She knew she needed to say something but she didn’t.

Ada stood in place shocked before she walked out.

“This is over Leon Kennedy, we are getting a divorce as soon as possible,” Ada bellowed before she left.

Leon and Scarlett left the coffee shop and they both sat down on a bench nearby. It was silent before Scarlett finally spoke up.

“Leon, thank you for that,” Scarlett thanked him as she hugged him.

Before Scarlett could say anything else, Leon’s lips were already on hers. She instantly kissed back liking the feel of his lips on hers. They pulled back after a few minutes.

“I love you, Leon,” Scarlett confessed as she hugged him

“I love you too Scarlett…”

Part 2 will be the end of this short little series. Hope you enjoyed it!

Part 1

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ace-the-ghost · 6 months

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Part 2 of "Leon x (fem) Reader"

I stand with my two well-made, matte black axes in each hand as I pant slightly. There were several lifeless zombies laying on the ground around me. I quickly take in my surroundings, scanning for any more threats before I holster my bloodied axes on my hips. I needed somewhere to rest safely as I gathered myself. My eyes land on the Raccoon City Police Department. The front of the building had large iron gates which were locked, and a hord of zombies clawing at them. Their groans filled the air as I scan for another way inside. I find a window that hadn't been barred up and look inside. It was too dark to see but too dangerous to stay out here.. I take my chances and silently open the window and crawl through, a slight 'click' coming from it as I closed it. I turn and scan my surroundings before I see a person in the middle of the room. It looked like he had been looking around... I couldn't see him very well from how dark it was, but his flashlight shone bright in from of him. His hand was moving slowly to his waist but before I could hide, he turns and aims his gum at me. "Freeze! Put your hands where I can see them!" I tense slightly as my eyes darts from him to his gun before moving behind him.. "Duck", I mutter softly. He looked confused before registering what I had said. He managed to duck as I threw a knife, hitting the zombie that had been sneaking up on him, in the eye with a quiet squelching sound. He slowly stood up and looked down at the lifeless zombie before looking back at me. He loosed a breath like he had been holding it before lowering his gun slightly. "Thanks...", he studied me as I studied him, taking in every detail before he spoke quietly but firmly. "Who are you and what are you doing here"? I sigh quietly. Great.. I'm being interrogated now.. Though I could understand why..

"I won't ask again. Who are you and what are you doing here"? "I'm y/n.. And I was just looking for somewhere safe... Well, safer than out there..", I noticed he was wearing the RPD uniform. Did he take it or does he work here..? "who are you.."? He relaxed slightly as I answered his questions. "I'm Leon. Leon Kennedy. How'd you get in here? There are.. Those things everywhere...", his voice was quiet as he scanned the surrounding area. I glance at the 'Welcome Leon' banner before looking back at him. Must be his first day... Not a great start.. I study him for a moment before speaking softly. "I climbed through the window... I'm assuming this was supposed to be your first day?", he seemed to be thinking before sighing quietly. "Yeah... One hell of a first day..". "Why haven't you left yet? Why stay here after realizing what's happening"? His demeanor changed. He looked more determined than he had a minute ago. "I'm going to find out why this happened and try to save all of the people I can". I stay silent for a moment, the groans of the zombies both outside and somewhere inside being audible in the silence. "I'm sorry you had to come here while it's.. messy. It's usually a lot nicer and the residents don't try to take a bite out of you.. Though, I'll admit it's never this.. lively". I could see a smile tugging at his lips before he cleared his throat and straightened. "That's not funny..", he muttered under his breath. "It was a little funny...", I gave him a lazy smile before scanning our surroundings. "So what now"? The look he gave me made me regret asking that..

"Why won't you tell me?! This is important! I'm trying to save lives"! He sounded frustrated and annoyed.. I kept walking, searching the rooms for anything important or something that might be of use. It's not like I didn't want to tell him, it's simply that I couldn't. 'Daddy Dearest' wouldn't be to fond if he found out I'm the one who ratted him out. Though... He would've deserved it.. Leon huffs in frustration before grabbing my arm and stopping me in my tracks. "Why won't you tell me anything? How did this happen? Who caused this?" I scowl at him and open my mouth to say something, but before I could say anything, a loud crash sounded from the main lobby of the RPD. Me and Leon both share a look of concern and worry...

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comatosebunny09 · 8 months

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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.

‣ but, you’re irresistible when you beg, and—

‣ 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.

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fictionalslvr · 6 months

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SYNOPSIS: Leon is the most devoted young man you know, and what you always wanted, is to ruin him, turn him into a complete sinful mess.

PAIRING: Churchboy¡Leon x F!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.030k

WARNINGS: Religious themes! Suggestive and lewd. Corruption kink. Sub¡Leon. Delusional reader. Not p in v because it's all a reader's fantasy ect.

NOTES: Someone send help, I can't stop thinking about RE2 Leon.

AKRASIA:"(n.) Lack of self control."

Leon is a very devout young man. With his knees down on the cold floor, eyes turned to the ceiling and hands squeezed together, his soft voice carried a lot of prayers. It is possible to hear a faint breath escape from those pretty plump lips while he did that, showing how disposed he is to his religion. You had a very bad and twisted thought about him, how you would ruin him completely.

The soft prayers wouldn’t be the only thing slipping out from his lips, his baby azure eyes would be teary, carrying gentle tears that would slid down his cheek so gracefully, his eyes would be turned upwards as always, but this time, not to be face-to-face with his savior, and yes, to show him how sinful he would be in that moment. Those sick contemplations are rotten in your mind, in the most wrong place ever to be thinking about this, the damn church. Who would have thought that you, with that long white skirt, round big eyes that seemed so innocent, the pair of cute Mary Janes on your feet, along with adorable lacy socks, would be so perverted. Who would think that such a delightful girl as you, bashing your eyelashes to everyone, would be wanting to ruin an adorable boy as Leon.

Your thighs are squeezing against each other on the wood bench, you’re sure that you're a sinner dressed as the most faithful gorgeous girl in that place, surrounded by others sinners, after all, no one is fully innocent. Seeing Leon on your right side, he’s very focused on the priest's words, and you, poor you can’t stop your mind in fantasizing about that boy. His dirty blonde hair shines under the white ceiling chandelier, he has this adorable habit of biting his lips when focused, sometimes even poking his tongue slightly out of his lips, you just want him under you, crying and humming your name with that angelic voice of his. Your chest rose as your eyes are glued on his figure, he’s driving you crazy without even saying a word.

You’ve always wondered if Leon was still a virgin, judging by his devotions, you guessed he never even kissed anyone, and that only eats your mind alive. You wanted to be his first in everything, the one who achieved to make him sin with you, you wanted to see his face plastered with tears, his breathing hitching as the name of his God couldn’t save him from that guilty feeling rushing over his spine. Leon would feel bad for feeling so good, that guilty pleasure that drives him into a sobbing mess, whispering faintly “sorry, i-i’m so s-sorry!” in between whimpers. You would take good care of him, being slow and passionate to show there’s nothing wrong in that pleasure he’s feeling, but that wouldn’t help, he would be a melted butter into your hands, hiding his face on the crook of your neck as your naughty hands kept touching the tip of his rosy penis, that pleasure was too much, something new that he’s getting already attached to, they were right, it’s an addiction that erodes an human being. The vulnerability of his state, his nude figure, it’s all new, like he’s a newborn around the world, discovering what the world could offer him as good, but that had consequences.

He would always hear that “the good boys go to heaven”, so he followed that strictly. But hearing that escaping from your lips would play with his mind, that nickname was supposed to be a good thing, not to be used as filthy as you make it look like. And maybe this is what you wanted, to make him feel guilty, to doubt himself and his purpose, to make him a full sinner, dragging you into hell with him. Poor Leon, his mind is so religiously focused, that he’s scared he could go to hell after life, so he restrains himself in almost everything to be perfect in the religious eyes. That would only make your twisted mind want him even more.

You would give whatever it takes to see his round cheeks growing rosy in embarrassment, to watch his eyes shut tightly, scared to look into your eyes and see that lust flames on them, to hear his heartbeat increase as you only get closer to him, depositing a kiss on his cheek and that would make him rest his hands there, thinking about your actions and how he needs to reprimand you from your manners, but he simply can’t, because you cause him fright. No one would believe him if he said how the cute girl has been teasing him, showing a bit more of her cleavage by bending down in front of him to make his mind wander to all wrong sides. In your deepest fantasies, Leon would be addicted to the friction your hands caused him the last time, he would try to recreate that, head leaned down as he felt even guiltier than before, his own hands exploring his body that way for the first time.

Leon is your little tragedy, the piece of drama in your life that keeps you coming to the church, even to not listen to any of the words about it. A divine violence, you like to think that Leon is the actual demon from teasing you just from being himself. Sadly, you didn’t do any of those things, your mind likes to fantasize that, so maybe one day, you can actually send Leon over the edge.

You only noticed that your sweet fantasy is over when a soft voice calls you out, a big pair of blue eyes towards you, which you knew greatly who it was.

“Miss? Are you okay? The preaching is over for a few minutes now.” A smirk appeared in your lips, for the first time, you couldn’t contain yourself, you had to do something.

Throwing your self control away, you gathered courage to lift your body and look around, there’s no one else in the church. Seeing Leon, his eyebrows are frowned in worry, you’re ready to ruin that face of his.

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nuevialnst · 2 months

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MASTERLIST

( x ) = SMUT

( ෆ ) = SOME FLUFF & SMUT

( f ) = FLUFF

( a ) = ANGST

RESIDENT EVIL :

Trance — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Lakeside Romance — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Late Mornings — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Into The Night — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Well Rested Workout — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Egg Hunting Proposal — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Stormy Days — Leon Kennedy ( f )

Restless Comfort — Leon Kennedy ( a + f )

Needy Princess — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

Teasing Him & Under The Desk — Leon Kennedy ( x )

Giving Him Head & Making Him Cum More Than Once — Leon Kennedy ( ෆ )

A Sloppy First — Carlos Oliveira ( x )

Lustful Sweetness — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Fucked in a dressing room — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Helping you after a bad day — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Riding A Cocky Woman’s Strap — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Woman In Uniform — Jill Valentine ( ෆ )

Jill Valentine x F!Reader HCS — ( x )

That’s It Baby Focus On Me — Ada Wong ( ෆ )

THE LAST OF US :

Head Over Pussy — Ellie Williams ( x )

Easy, That’s My Girl — Ellie Williams ( ෆ )

Moonlight Beauty — Ellie Williams ( x )

Heaven N` Back — Ellie Williams ( x )

With F!Reader she loves to spoil — Ellie Williams ( ෆ )

Comforts the F!Reader after a nightmare w/ a intimate session — Ellie Williams ( ෆ )

Met Her In A Seattle Bookstore — Ellie Williams ( f )

VALORANT :

Strolling Through The Parks — Gekko, Kj, and Jett x F!Reader ( f )

How they react to their short & shy s/o — Jett, Viper, and Reyna x F!Reader ( ෆ )

GENSHIN IMPACT :

Special Treatment — Zhongli x Fem! Reader ( x )

DRABBLES/THIRSTS :

Riding Him Until He Moans — ( x )

Anniversary With Ada Wong — ( x )

Overstimulating Him (Ft. Sub BF!) — ( x )

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glader13 · 10 months

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Trust Me

Leon Kennedy x Reader

“Shit,” you whispered, “There’s only one.”

You stared at the vial as if trying to conjure up another one, all this for just one? You heard Leon grumble in the background as he rummaged for spare bullets and other supplies. All this for just one, you thought again, thinking of all the shit that you and Leon went through. You placed your hand on the shoulder that you could’ve sworn was bitten off by those monsters, not surprised to see that your hand was red.

But you thought back to the more pressing issue as you held the singular vial, the medicine that Luis had given you had worn off. You stared at the inky trails running up your arm feeling sick. We’ll just need to hurry then, you thought with a frown.

“Did you find it?” Leon asked.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “But it’s only one though.”

He cursed again, walking past you to look in the safe as if he didn’t believe what you said. You moved out of his way, finding a wall to lean against. You placed the vial in one of your pockets, before sitting on the floor. You closed your eyes as you held your shoulder, breathing through your nose. Your shoulder was on fire, and you were unable to move it, just thinking about movement was enough to make you nauseated. Great, you thought, I'll only slow Leon down, and won't be able to protect Ashely. A burdened sigh left your mouth as you finally opened your eyes, seeing Leon walk over to you.

“Hey handsome,” you grimaced, “Sorry I left you by yourself out there.”

He knelt in front of you, slowly removing your hand from your shoulder. His frown deepened seeing the torn and bloody flesh. He held his hands in front of you, unable to find a way to ease your pain. He got up, walking around the small lab to find something to wrap your shoulder with.

“Were there a lot?” you asked again, but he continued to look for medical cloth, barely sparing a glance at you, “A few of them got in here,” you continued.

You jumped at hearing the sound of supplies being thrown to the floor, as he tore open cabinets and drawers. He cursed again, which caused you to slowly make your way toward him. You leaned against him, causing him to jump before he relaxed again. You heard him sigh, as he took your free hand, no doubt about whether he was staring at the blood on it.

“I’m doing a fine job of keeping you safe,” he finally spoke to you.

“Well, then it’s a good thing that Ashley needs the protection and not me,” you said, kissing the back of his neck.

“I failed you too many times already, first, you got infected and now you’re suffering from something that I can’t control and your shoulder,” he turned his head, “I have a responsibility to protect you.”

“No,” you said quickly, “I’m not your responsibility Leon. I earned being here just as much as you did. But thanks,” you smiled, “For being my knight.”

“You can thank me when we get out of here,” he chuckled.

The two of you eventually found some cloth to wrap around your shoulder. You closed your eyes as he did this, finally being able to breathe. You then felt his hand take hold of your wrist, gently holding it as his other hand traced the inky veins. His hand then cupped the side of your face, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over where the same inky veins appeared. You placed your hand over his, drowning in a love that you still can’t understand. You smiled at him, trying to tell him to not worry, but he couldn’t breathe under your calming gaze. He dropped his hand, as you found it again, lacing your fingers in between his. You opened your mouth, to say something to ease him, but you thought against it.

Instead, you motioned him to your side, guiding him to lean on you. You felt yourself smiling again, the moment causing you to think about your training days with Leon. Whenever the two of you were allowed a break, the two of you would sneak into a corner and sit just like this, with Leon glued against you or resting his head in your lap.

“You’re going to be okay,” Leon finally said, turning your face to him, “I promise you, my love.”

You leaned into him, kissing him softly, “I trust you, Le.”

On the walk back, and even when the two of you made it back to Ashley, he was focused on your health. Leon constantly touched your arm, tracing the black lines that marked your skin. To anyone else, his concentrated stare seemed distant, as if he was trying to figure out the cause of the markings. But you, you saw behind the curtain. You saw the worry in his eyes, the constant movement between your face and arm. You always felt his eyes on you, ready to be there in case you need him.

You felt his worry, it covered you like a blanket. Whenever the plague would seep further into your body, causing you to spasm in pain, Leon would be there holding you. Telling you to breathe as he would whisper encouraging words, constantly telling you that he loves you and that you’ll be okay. That you’re safe with him. He would hold you way after the pain would subside, long after your breathing has calmed. His breathing and the rhythm of his heart would get you to close your eyes, his arms are the only place that you feel safe. You would relax, knowing that he would do anything for you. Yes, Ashley is his priority, but you know that he wouldn’t let anything harm you. If it came to you or Ashley, the two of you would have to flee the country hand in hand because of the decision that he would make.

He looked at the vial, then at Ashley’s unconscious body. The plague has spread across her, creating black veins on her arms and her face. You felt your heart twist seeing her body, and remembering the fear etched on her face, she’s just been through so much. He then looked at you, his mind moving, “I can split it,” he began, “That should be enough until I can remove the parasite.”

“No,” you said, “We got this for her. She needs it.”

“But your arm. If she’s like this, then you can’t be far behind, Y/N-“

You kissed him softly, feeling him relax at your touch, “I’ll be okay, I promise.”

He softly touched the side of your face, causing you to lean into his touch. You placed your hand on top of his, communicating that you’ll be fine. He gave a slight nod, before kissing the top of your head. You stood back, watching Leon carefully inject Ashley.

You smiled to yourself, seeing Leon be so careful. What a softie, you thought. Relief washed over you seeing Ashely’s skin return to normal, but it was short-lived. You hissed quietly, feeling a painful contraction in your arm. You clinched your fist, gritting your teeth as the black lines spread even further up your arm. Leon held you, forcing you to sit on the edge of the operating bed. You tapped your foot against the ground, squeezing Leon’s hand as the pain only worsened.

“Hey,” Leon grabbed your attention, “Make sure to count between breaths, okay.”

You only responded by squeezing your eyes shut, causing him to speak again, “Make sure you’re counting love.”

“Okay,” you choked out.

Between the huffs and the counting, you desperately sought out other ways to ignore the pain. You focused on Leon’s jacket, how it was too big on you, but kept you warm. The lingering scent of his cologne seemed to have a magical effect, you felt calmer, sinking into the safety of the jacket. You felt your mind begin to drift, thinking of the first time that you wore this jacket. It was after training, you were long gone from your locker when you realized that you had left your jacket. You remember how it was freezing, and Leon gave you his jacket as he walked you back.

You felt your lips quirk into the smallest smile remembering what he told you after he handed it to you, “Please don’t jacket up, it’s my favorite,” he smiled at his joke. You rolled your eyes, punching his arm.

You slowly released his hand, feeling bad about the red finger marks. He smiled at you, shaking his hand as he commented about firm handshakes, which caused you to laugh. You flexed your hand, seeing the black marks not disappearing. You sighed again, how much time do I have left?

“Don’t worry about that,” he turned your face to him, “I’ll handle it.”

“But Leon, we don’t have much time. It’s spreading, I feel it in my body,” you felt your eyes begin to sting, “It’s like a cancer. I feel slow, it feels like a chain is slowly tightening around my heart. I don’t want to become one of them.”

You whispered the last part, unable to look at his fragile eyes or the slight quivering of his lips. You knew that he’s been blaming himself for what happened to you, frustrated that you were the one to save him. He shakily took your hand, wrapping it around yours. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it. The small gesture did cause your heart to flutter, causing you to feel calm.

“Love, I promise that you’ll be okay, I’m not going to let you turn into them. I’m going to do everything that I can to save you. I came with you to this place and I’m leaving with you from this place. You’re safe with me.”

He leaned into you, softly kissing your lips. I’m safe, you thought slightly deepening the kiss, feeling his hand hold yours a little tighter. You mumbled I love you in the kiss, breathless, feeling drunk. He responded by saying I’m not going to lose you in the same breathless drunk way, as if he needed your lips, your love, to survive. He pulled away from you, giving you one last kiss on your forehead. He walked away opening a cabinet, once again looking for something. You heard him make a sound of approval as he walked back with health spray and more cloth for injuries. You hissed as he sprayed your wound, hearing him quietly apologize. He then wrapped your wound, still trying his best to be gentle.

“Rest up,” he said, “I’m going to check the area.”

“I’ll go instead,” you said, “You barely got any rest.”

“No,” he said, “Rest up, we’ll take turns. I won’t be long, promise.”

So you got comfortable, making sure that you weren’t in Ashely’s space. You held up your gun, showing Leon that you were prepared for any unexpected visitors. He nodded before heading off. In the silence, you thought of when you first met him, though you didn’t know why, it’s probably because of the emotions you thought, now I’m a softie.

You were having the roughest day of training. Everyone was being an ass and kicking your ass in everything. It eventually became too much and during your break, you hid in the locker room, crying settled on leaving the program. You thought you were by yourself until you felt the eyes of another, causing you to snap to attention. You remember feeling a surge of annoyance seeing Mr. Leon Perfect standing at the end of the aisle, lunch in hand.

“You can laugh, I don’t care,” you said, refusing to clean your eyes.

“Training is difficult,” he walked over, “It’s not fair for me to laugh.”

You rolled your eyes, thinking his kind words were for show. Even more annoyingly, he sat down next to you. You watched him open his lunch, taking a bite of an apple, his eyes focused on the blue lockers in front of you. He spun the apple in his hand, as you watched him, desperately wanting him to leave.

“What happened?” he asked.

You looked at him, ready to form a sarcastic response, before you stopped. He was genuine, his eyes were soft. They were looking at you as if trying to figure out who you are. You felt seen, and that alone made you shed some more tears. You opened up to him about how everyone there made your life a living hell, and how training was the worst thing on Earth. Your partners treated you like shit, and you had no one to report their behavior to.

You cleaned your eyes, finally feeling somewhat better. You looked at Leon, who gave you a reassuring smile as he rubbed your back. “I can help you,” he finally said, “With the training, you’re already perfect at the other stuff.”

“Perfect?” You echoed, “I don’t know about all that. But besides, what does it even matter, it won’t save my life or anything.”

“I think it’s important actually,” he said, handing you his lunch, you peeked in, taking out an orange, “A mistranslation can cause mass casualties, it can have you be somewhere where you’re not supposed to be.”

You nodded, consenting to his point. You plucked the orange into your mouth, as you mumbled thank you, relishing in its sweet flavor. Who knew he would be so nice? He was a loner, never really the conversation type, but everyone still tried to be around him, especially the ladies.

“Combat is important, but,” he gave you a sly smile, “All you need is two good shots, and I’ve seen your shooting, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, “I’m-“

“Y/N,” he interrupted, then smiled again, “Sorry. I’m-“

“Leon,” you interrupted, causing the both of you to laugh.

“Well, if it’s fine with you,” he began, “I can help you train, you shouldn’t be this frustrated over something like this.”

“Um, yeah. That’s cool, thanks. If you need help with something, let me know,” you smiled.

That was your deal, he helped you with training and you helped him with the paperwork area, like language or coding. You didn’t know that you were making a friend at that moment, especially a partner. But through the years, you found yourself scaling the wall that he created around himself, finding layers so beautiful and fragile. It leaves you scared, praying that you won’t drop anything so precious.

“I’m back,” he snapped you out of your thoughts, “Found some more bullets.”

“Good,” you smiled, slightly feeling a high.

“Why do you have that look?” He smiled, “Thinking of something, or someone?”

You sat up again, “Just my sweet boy.”

You felt your face slightly burn, seeing his smirk as he placed the bullets on a spare cabinet. He swiftly, yet coolly walked towards you, placing his gun in the holster. You felt your face burn even more, paying attention to eyes that can read your soul and lips that personally knows your body. He leans over, trapping you. You moved stray hair out of his face, your breathing scarce.

“Good,” he leaned into you.

You kissed once again, instantly feeling refreshed. He forced your lips open, causing you to become dumb off of his tongue. He deepened the kiss, taking away your breath and causing you to forget where you are momentary. You squeezed his hand, feeling him bite your lip, before trailing down to your neck. His lips felt like heaven against the heat of your neck, soft yet commanding. You closed your eyes, cutting off your gasp as you felt Leon nip in between kisses. His smile is evidence that he caught your small reaction.

“Once we leave,” he said in between kisses, his voice low, “We’re going somewhere nice, so I can be yours and you can be mine.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, your mind blank.

“I miss this,” he returned to your lips, “I miss how you feel.”

“Then we better hurry,” you whispered, “I also miss you on my lips.”

“That’s my girl, always on top of things and me,” he smiled.

“Leon!” You whispered, motioning to Ashley.

“What,” he snuck in another kiss, “She can’t hear us.”

He laughed, before walking back towards the ammo. You then watched him sit in front of the bed, taking up a guarding position as he pulled out his gun. Single-handedly, Leon checked the ammo, and you felt your mouth drop, which you thought wasn’t possible. But he surprised you a lot during this mission, most notably when he did a suplex. Seeing his biceps and the veins in his arms has left your brain and mind in shambles. Once again, you were at a loss for words.

“Pretty cool, right?” You could hear his smirk.

“Show off,” you managed to say.

“Well, at least I’m your show off,” he said turning towards you, “Get some rest, okay? You need to.”

“And you?”

“I’m still fine from earlier when I rested,” he kissed your hand, “I’ll wake you up if I need you, promise.”

You quietly said okay, lying down facing the back of Leon’s head. You ran your hand through his soft hair, causing him to lean back even more. He hummed quietly, as you smiled, reminding you of home. Home, where you sit on the couch as you gave Leon a massage listening to the radio.

“You want your jacket back?” You asked him.

“No, it looks better on you than me.”

You smiled, snuggling into it, finally closing your eyes.

Part 2

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I'm sorry if this is random but I love the idea of Vendetta Leon going to a coffee shop with his younger girlfriend who orders a coffee that is literally 90% sugar and caramel while he just stands there and blinks at her like "....would you like some coffee with your sugar?"

I don't know, this just makes me laugh.

I say that with many things. like just yesterday I was holding her plate and piece of bread(her left arm still doesn't work from her stroke) while she buttered it. She piled the butter on there and I asked if she wanted some bread with her butter🤣

Sugar Date

Words: 801 Contains: Domestic Leon, Boyfriend Leon, Fluff, Cute Banter.

It had been a few weeks after the incident in New York, having gone back to work now. He was currently a day away from sent to the other side of the country for a Recon mission, solo.

Currently you were in the bathroom, putting a bottle and cheap plastic gloves in the bin while the shower ran beside you ran. Leon's hair grows quickly, but he had been given instructions by Hunnigan to die his hair with the specific missions he had been going on. He had been noticing a lot of the enemies he had been confronting knew who he was, his dirty blonde hair and slightly stubbled face being recognised at the famous Leon S. Kennedy. He looked scruffy and the die had made his hair thin slightly, but maybe it would help with not being so recognisable to his enemies.

"I was thinking.." Leon's voice speaks over the hissing and splashing of water through the open glass walled shower. You turn towards him watching the dark dye run down his pale body, his head turning towards you, locking eyes. "How do you feel about going to that café you like?" He asked, knowing the answer was going to be a definite yes.

Your face lights up, you knew it wasn't his favourite place to go to, but you absolutely LOVED how they did your coffee with 3 pumps of caramel, 4 spoons of white sugar and whipped cream sprinkled with chocolate drinking powder on top. You hadn't had it in FOREVER!

"Um, Yes! I would love to go there!"

"Great, once I'm dressed we can head there for breakfast." His ice blue eyes look in your direction from under his now black hair, it made them pop even more.

"Yay!" You clap with excitement and leave the bathroom, closing the door slightly behind you.

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Once out of the shower he gets dressed in his usual shirt, tight, yet flexible, skinny jeans and black leather jacket. He sees himself in the mirror after pulling the towel away from his head, just giving his hair another once over to help it dry quicker. He looked like a mess, his beard thick and almost now completely covering his chin, jaw line and upper lip. You hadn't expressed your thoughts on any of these changes so he didn't know if you liked it or not?

Walking out of the bathroom you were waiting for him, a cute, short summer dress, pale green with frills on the loose sleeves, the elastic around your wrists. It was a cooler day today, plus you would be on the back of his bike, so you had thick leggings on under the dress and hair tied back, still letting your fringe hang loosely in front of your face. You looked super cute.

"You're staring, Leon." You say as you walk up to him, pressing a kiss to his lips as you take his hand.

"Sorry, not my fault my girlfriend is the prettiest swan in the lake." Smooth.

"Alright, stop sucking up and let's go get some breakfast." You say pulling his hand towards the door, you already had your house keys on you and hand him his bike keys.

Leon hands you your bike helmet he had grabbed from atop the drawer beside the front doors. You had specifically not grabbed it trying to get out of wearing the helmet like Leon does, but he would always insist you wear it. Reluctantly putting it on you slide behind Leon on his Ducati and both of you wide off towards the centre of Washington. Pulling up in front of your favourite café he takes your helmet from you and follows you inside.

Standing side by side in the line you both look up at the black board menu on the wall. When it came to your turn to order you order your breakfast and drink, Leon ordering toast, with poached eggs, bacon and avocado, a side of scrambled eggs and a quarter strength decaf coffee. He leads you to a spot beside the window, sitting beside the plants that framed the glass. You sit there watching all the people and cars go passed, your elbows resting on the table, fingers intertwined with themselves in front of your chin.

"Did you want some coffee with all that sugar?" Leon says resting his arms on his edge of the square table. "That's not coffee you drink, it's a cake."

"What? of course it is! They still use the beans. I could say the same for yours, quarter strength decaf? Just drink hot milk." You teased.

"Well no kisses for you today, I'll get cavities."

"Alright, old man.. You'd give in anyway."

"You're right.." He smiled, you were, he would only be punishing himself if he didn't kiss you.

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