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CODE VERONICA REMAKE THIS ISN’T A DRILL CLAIRE MOTHERFIELD IS BACK I REPEAT😭😭 I REPEAT SHE’S FINALLY OUT OF THE CAPFRAUD BASEMENT!! MY WIFE IS HOME🖤
she’s as beautiful as ever
The “Dad’s Best Friend” trope is one of the most predatory writing prompts on this site
rightttt cuzzz…just wrong on so many levels
i luv u subby leon … my favorite to write ever …
i luv u 2 subby leon😫my fav to read
what’s the science behind getting more hit on when you look bummy
genuinely need 2 know
older bf leon fucking you at 40,000 feet in the air
the first class cabin was dark with the engines humming softly in the background. most passengers were asleep behind their privacy screens, but none of that mattered. not when leon kennedy had two thick fingers buried deep inside your dripping cunt under the shared blanket, slowly pumping in and out, circling your swollen clit.
his jaw was covered in his salt and pepper stubble that had been rubbing deliciously against you for the past 20 minutes. his hot breath fanning your face. the veins on his hand and thick forearm stood out as he fingered you hard, his huge arms flexing with every curl of his fingers.
“you’re dripping down my wrist, baby” he rasped against your ears “my sweet girl…getting fucked by her old man’s fingers”
you whimpered, your thighs shaking “leon…f-fuck, they’re gonna hear—“
“shh” he murmured “you’re making too much noise, sweetheart. want the whole cabin to know how soaked this pretty pussy is? that I’m knuckle deep in you right now baby?”
you looked away, biting your lips and burying your face in his shoulders. you bit it hard in an attempt to keep in all the moans.
your walls were throbbing around his fingers, your hips jerked involuntarily while leon’s free hand casually picked up his whiskey, taking a slow sip like he wasn’t finger fucking you under the blanket in the middle of a crowded flight.
“so fucking tight around me baby” he growled quietly
“i need you” you breathed in a voice barely audible “leon, please—i can’t mmmh”
“can’t what doll?”
“fuck…can’t nghh stay quiet”
he pulled out his fingers abruptly and shoved them inside your mouth and you sucked on them hard, licking them clean.
“such a good girl f’me”
he glanced down the aisle. the flight attendant had just passed and disappeared behind. he gave you a quick peck on your forehead “follow me in thirty seconds honey”
he walked towards the first class lavatory like he was just simply stretching his legs. a minute later, you slipped out of your seat and knocked softly and the door immediately unlocked.
the second you slipped inside and locked the door, leon lost control. he spun you around and bent you over the sink shoving your skirt up. one of his huge arms wrapped around your throat.
fuck that was so hot
it made you drool all over him.
“you wanted this so bad huh? following your old man into the bathroom like a desperate little slut”
“mmh- need you so bad” you choked out
he dragged his free hand up inside your blouse, feeling how perked up your nipples were because of him. he squeezed your breasts hard and then he thrust his thick, dripping cock inside you with one brutal force, forcing your eyes to the mirror, his stubble dragging against your cheek as he spoke
“fuck— look how well you’re taking my cock”
you moaned loudly “y-yes daddy”
“quiet, baby” he growled against your ear bringing a palm up and clamped it firmly over your mouth.
he fucked you hard and deep, ruining your red, puffy pussy as he thrusted inside, stretching your slick filled inner walls. the risk of someone waiting outside or a flight attendant noticing two people missing from their seats made everything ten times hotter. it turned you on so hard.
“gonna fill you up doll” he grunted, the wet sloppy sounds echoing obscenely in the tiny bathroom. “gonna pump this tight little pussy till you’re leaking out. you want that?”
“yes—fuck, yes” you gasped, eyes locked onto his reflection. “please cum inside me leon…nghh, i’m your baby, just yours—”
“that’s right baby” his free hand reached around to press and rub your clit harder while he choked you lightly and fucked you thrusting deeper and deeper inside, his tip grazing the soft spongy sensitive spot inside of you. turbulence hit and he used it to pound into you so hard that the mirror shook.
you were squirming against him, you felt your knees go weak. he was buried deep inside your walls and you could feel him twitching inside you. leon turned you around, crashing his lips onto yours. the kiss was so messy with strings of spit and drool everywhere, he slid his tongue inside as you moaned into him.
you came first—hard, gushing around his cock, crying out against his veiny forearms. your hole was so tight around him, squirting all of his cum inside you, leon followed right after with a deep groan, burying himself into the crook of your neck and flooding you with thick, hot ropes of cum.
he stayed buried inside you for a long moment, then he carefully pulled out, leaving so many soft, wet kisses on your neck.
“keep every drop inside you, baby” he breathed as he pushed his load deeper inside you with his fingers before pulling your panties back into place.
—
back in your seats, you could still feel his hot cum leaking out of you, soaking your already ruined panties.
leon unzipped his pants quietly and guided your head down with one large hand.
“under the blanket, princess. clean your mess off my cock”
you obeyed immediately, slipping down and taking his thick, glistening cock into your mouth. the filthy taste of his cum mixed with your own arousal hit your tongue instantly and it was addictive making you moan softly around him.
leon’s arm rested casually on the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair “that’s it…you’re doing so good baby” he murmured slowly “sucking your older man clean. you feel that? my cum leaking out of your used pussy?”
you whimpered taking him deeper inside, swirling your tongue around every inch. the mix of arousal coated your lips and chin as you bobbed your head slowly trying not to make too much noise.
“fuck baby…so greedy” he whispered, his hips slightly twitching into your warm mouth.
your pussy clenched harder around nothing, feeling even more of his cum drip out of you. the thrill of it all almost made you dizzy.
when he came a second time. he held your head down gently as thick, warm spurts filled your mouth. you swallowed every drop like the obedient baby he loved, sucking him clean until he was twitching and oversensitive.
leon eventually pulled you back up tucking you around his broad chest and wrapped one massive arm around you protectively. he kissed you softly, tasting himself faintly on your lips.
“you okay, baby?” he asked with a warm voice, gently rubbing your lower belly “still full of me?”
you nodded, your cheeks flushed and lips glossy, you looked angelic—that’s what leon thought. “mhm…still feel your cum inside me”
he smirked, pulling the blanket tighter around you “that’s exactly where it belongs” his hand stroked you softly pulling you closer “did i get too rough with you hun?”
“i loved it” you whispered, nuzzling into his neck.
he chuckled slowly “my filthy girl. rest now, sweetheart. i’ve got you”
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a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long, also its my first time writing smut so i hope it wasn’t too bad lolol
(divider isnt mine, credits to the owner)
nghh
PRISONER S01E02
he has that sad look in his eyes you just wanna destroy
Cocking warming Leon whilst he's drinking >>>>
bro looks like he just woke up
so handsome
when you’re in town again | leon kennedy x reader
pairing: re9 leon kennedy x f!reader
summary: A pillow talk turns sour when Leon tells you this might be his last time seeing you, and instead of bidding him a mournful goodbye, you have a hard time accepting this cruel joke called fate.
tags: 18+, explicit content, ab riding, rough sex, oral sex (f!receiving), angst with a happy ending, the girls are fighting (no literally, they have a catfight in the middle of sex but it’s kinda hot), leon and reader are OLD, fuckbuddy dynamic, suicidal ideation in the subtext if you squint, alternating povs, no use of y/n
word count: 6.4k
notes: this was initially just angst but the horny demons got me and then i decided to go the “release elpis” route and make this a one-shot. this isn't fully canon compliant because leon doesn't know that he's infected yet at the beginning. and he also knows that he's going to raccoon city before that = leon thinks he won't make it out of raccon city way before he knows he's sick. so, it's a bit sad innit. is he suicidal? maybe! please read this "maybe!" in a very elijah wood in that "will you wear wigs" interview way, thanks. if you think this detail will break the immersion for you, scroll down/click out now. if you decided to stay, enjoy!
➵ read on ao3.
“I’m going again,” he murmurs, tucking your hair back in your ear. He gets like this after sex, even though he’s the one who insists on leaving. It’s a just a habit from all those years ago, an empty flux of words just for a chance to talk. He knows you’ll ask him to stay, no, more like order him to stay with a roll of your eyes.
(And he will stay, for most of the time.)
“Stayyy,” you fake whine. He hates when you do that, says you sound like a Valley girl that brings trouble where she goes. But you swear he likes it when you get under his skin. Smushing your cheek against his bicep, you look up at him through heavy eyelids. “I know you need a good rest after all that, old man.”
His large palm cups your jaw, thumb mapping your cheek. “Not now.”
“Duty calls?” You grip his wrist to place a kiss inside, right on top of the veins that reach toward his palm. Leon has always been taking care of his physique, pressed to your lips, his forearm feels heavy, veins protruding across tough skin covered with old scars. “You can stay until then.”
ahakwhw thinking about re9 leon with the meanest breeding kink. maybe he never really thought about having kids because of his line of work, but the moment you let it slip once you're cock drunk n delirious, fat tears dripping down your cheeks after he's made you cum over n over again—babbling for him to come inside, that you want it to take—
well. let's just say that he makes good on that promise, filling you up so much every thrust makes a filthy squelching sound, your cunt soaked n ruined w his cum 😋 he's practically drunk on you, his hand pressing on your lil tummy imagining it swelling w his baby. him being transfixed on the ring of white around his cock every time he pulls out, groaning lowly as he pushes it inside again, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. finally pulling out once he's spent, watching as his spend drips sluggishly down your thighs. gathering it up on his fingers n pushing it inside again bc it would be such a waste not to, right? gotta make sure it takes, after all, gotta make sure he breeds his pretty lil wife full.
some of my fav screenshots i have of leon from re2🫶
re2 leon is so dear to me</3
Pairing: Vendetta Leon x female reader
Summary: You missed your boyfriend terribly and now he's finally back! Now you get to make out on the couch. Yay!
Word count: 2,534
Notes: Another Vendetta fanfiction because I want to see more of him and be the change you want to see in the world or whatever. If the smut isn't very accurate I'm sorry I don't have much experience. Plus this is my first time writing smut.
Warnings?: Age gap (female reader in 20s, Leon is 37) - if considered a part 2 to my apartment neighbor fic, climaxing from dry humping.
The voice mail you received while at work had to be the best thing to happen to you in weeks. Your boyfriend had left a message, his raspy voice letting you know he was returning home today. You had missed him terribly, the way he made you feel safe and beautiful.
All your time at work seems to drag on. Every minute feels like ten hours. You try to get lost in as many tasks as possible, yet you still find your eyes sliding towards the clock. As soon as your shift ends, you're grinning like a mad woman and waving goodbye to your coworkers.
The sun chases you through the gaps between trees. Your favorite music is blasting through your car speakers. Your fingers are tapping the steering wheel, but the second you park the car in front of the apartment, you fly out of that vehicle like a bat out of hell.
With your purse swung over your shoulder, you kneel down to grab the extra key from under his doormat. The wooden door swings open with a slight creaking noise, and you call out his name in greeting. Your purse drops on the hardwood floor, and you slip off your shoes in a rush.
When you turn the corner, your excitement dims. He's just sitting on his black couch, staring at the TV, but it's not even on. His eyes look so dull. They're almost . . .lifeless. He's holding a simple silver flask in his calloused hand. "Leon?" You call to him, head tilting in confusion and a frown marring your lips.
"Hey, baby." Somehow, hearing your voice has him waking up from whatever trance he was in. There's a tenderness overtaking his ocean eyes and a crooked smile on his dashing face. Immediately, you start grinning again, and if you had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.
Giggling, you approach him and settle onto his lap. He grunts mildly, putting down his flask so he can grab onto your lush hips properly with both hands. You kiss the tip of his nose. Then, you unleash kisses all over his handsome face.
His deep chuckles fill the living room. Gently, you squeeze your boyfriend's broad shoulders. Your eager lips slow down yet continue to remind him of your affections. "I missed you, Leon. How are you?"
"Hmm. Alright." His eyes grow heavy, lashes fluttering. His head lolls, following the flow of your kisses. His head angles to bare his neck to you, and your lips worship what he offers you. "Much better. Now that you're here," his gravelly voice assures you.
You pull back a few moments later, cupping his prickly cheeks. An affectionate smile lights up your entire face, and it stays as his eyes gradually open to meet your bright gaze. "Have you always been this gorgeous?" He asks, flirtatious teasing coloring his words.
Instantly, your cheeks heat up, and you shift timidly in his lap. Your eyes can no longer remain locked on his. "What are you on about?"
His head drops to your shoulder, and his lips graze along your skin, leaving you tingling and wanting. His passionate words are breathed into you, penetrating the deepest parts of your heart. His stubble rubs deliciously against you.
"I should be asking you how your week was." His lips travel, slowly covering your collarbone and the curve of your right shoulder. "How you are and how everything has been. Asking you about that ridiculous cat of yours." A husky chuckle escapes his lips and paints the side of your neck. A sinful moan falls freely from you. "Yet all I can think about is you." He takes his time, licking a stripe up the front of your throat, causing you to gasp and your hips to roll.
He pulls away, thumb and forefinger guiding you to look him in his baby blues. "All I can think about is this body, about touching you." His eyes are burning with lust, and his weighty gaze intensifies it. His voice is much lower than it was when you arrived at his place.
You can hear your breaths quicken, and it makes you flushed with embarrassment. How does he have you so worked up already? Both of you fully clothed, and you've only spent a few minutes with him since his return.
"Well, then touch me. Please." You beg him, voice breathless with desire. His calloused fingers shift, cradling your jaw. His eyes tell of his deep longing and suppressed needs, flitting between you parted lips and dazed eyes. It takes him an age before he claims your lips.
Your hands grow desperate, grasping at his shoulders and doing everything in your power to get closer. You need him so bad it hurts. Your heart aches for him, and your most intimate places begin burning for your man.
It all comes to mind how you could have lost him. All that time he was gone, he could have been bleeding out somewhere. Now he's here, kissing on you like you're his goddess. He's saying everything you need to hear, and so, of course, the devil on your shoulder brings all your insecurities and fears to the surface.
"You're mine," you gasp between heated kisses. They've grown hungry and demanding, his tongue lapping at your mouth as the waves do the shore. His hands are exploring your body as if you are a national treasure, and he's blessed to have the privilege. "Aren't you? Please, tell me you're mine." None of this is enough. You wish to drown in him. To know he's real and that he chooses to be with you.
Leon pulls away, chest heaving from the rapid succession of kisses between you both. His skilled hands grasp your thighs and tug you roughly against him. Flames saturate you, and yet you shiver. Your chests are aligned, and your hips are pressed impossibly close.
"Of course, I'm yours." The words tumble, oh so perfectly, past his kiss swollen lips. A needy noise is made in the back of your throat. You cup his cheek and run your other hand through his disheveled hair.
Those pretty blues he gets to call his eyes are stuck on you. They are molten with things he could never put into words. But you know them. You've learned to read the weary agent. This precious man who pushed so many away. He let you in, and you're petrified because what if you screw this up? What if you're not what he desires? What if someone else can treat his big, pure heart better?
"Honey, what's wrong?" His familiar voice brings you out of the pitch black void you were being sucked into. You didn't even realize you were crying until his calloused thumbs brushed each teardrop away. Ashamed, your bottom lip wobbles, and your fingers curl into his shirt.
"I . . .I almost lost you. Almost lost all of this and I . . .I don't understand why you're wasting your time with me." The confession is quiet and soaked in anxiety. Though, his expression instantly changes. Eyes darkening and his hands squeezing your hips.
"I'm not wasting my time with you. You are not a waste of time." He growls, looking like your words have personally offended him. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling as if he's chastising you. Your head drops, not brave enough to meet his azure gaze any longer.
Leon's calloused hand cups your face, bringing you back to him. The tension in the living room is still thick, and his jaw ticks. "How do you not know what you mean to me?" You can't tell in his seething words if he's more angry or hurt.
Before you can give him an explanation or even find the words for it, he crashes his lips into yours. His hand slips to your nape, fingers curling in your hair. You whimper, the simple motion sends licking flames down each vertebra. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, practically begging you to gasp so his tongue can slip in.
You whisper his name before timidly letting your tongue out to play. His tongue reaches for yours, dancing as one. Your grip on his shoulders increases, clinging to him for dear life. With every kiss, he silences your doubt. You can feel him growing hard beneath you, and your hips instinctively roll against it.
A guttural noise erupts from Leon. "That's it, baby." His mouth clamps down on your throat, and his hands grip your hips, making them grind down on him. "Leon," you call out in pure bliss as your head lolls back and your eyes squeeze shut.
You lose track of time as you both grind on each other and kiss like ravenous animals. Every noise he makes causes your clit to throb and every grind of his hips makes your panties slicken. Your hands roam his body aimlessly just needing to feel him here with you.
He caresses along your spine, brushes your hair out of the way, or simply grabs your hips to keep you rocking against the hardness hiding in his pants. You whimper, growing dizzy. Your head slumps against his shoulder, and you can't catch your breath.
"You alright, baby?" He asks kindly, voice gritty and breaths uneven. He rubs circles into your back, hips slowing against you.
"I . . .I think I was close." Your bashfulness grows exceedingly after that confession, and you burrow into his neck to hopefully dissappear. He groans longingly at just the thought of you coming, especially him being the cause of it.
"You wanna come for me? We could lose some clothes if you're okay with that." He kisses your temple, stilling his hips completely, and rubbing your shoulders down to the small of your back.
Without him rocking into you, some of the haze lifts and the world begins righting itself. You nod into the crook of his neck, "I wanna lose clothes."
"Is just down to our underwear, okay?" His voice holds a kind authority, and he's being so careful with you. Your heart fills with love for him, and your stomach is overtaken by butterflies. You give him the go-ahead, and he begins lifting off your shirt.
You pull away to lift your arms for Leon. He doesn't rush, eyes devouring every inch as it is revealed. You're scared he'll find your faults a turn off, but he just groans like it physically pains him that he's never seen you like this before. You tug his shirt off next, mesmerized by his toned chest and stomach. Every scar and mole is something you desire to cover in adoring kisses.
Then, you stand up on shaky legs to slip out of your own pants. He hisses, and his brows furrow when he loses your warm weight on his lap. You're flushed all over as you remove your pants and throw off your socks. "Damn, you look good." He drinks you in and palms the tent in his pants.
You pant like a dog in heat just watching him. You're standing between his rugged, black couch and his low coffee table. He's sitting before you shirtless, legs spread, and touching himself. You're half-tempted to get down on your knees and put him in your mouth. But you decide that can be a lesson for another day.
A sigh leaves your dry lips, and you muster enough courage to reach for his jeans. He watches you quietly, eyes starving as you drag his jeans down and leave them to decorate his rug. Your eyes flick up to him as you're both left in your underwear.
That's when he growls and grabs at you, no longer able to wait. You gasp his name, eyes blown wide. He positions you on his lap to where you line up perfectly. A loud moan explodes from your mouth as you melt into him. He begins mouthing at your neck, grinding up into you once again.
"Please, Leon. I need you." You're too shy to say much else. All you can do is follow your instincts, latching on to your boyfriend, and letting your hips fall into the rhythm he sets.
"It's okay, baby. I'm here." His lips slip down to your breasts, dancing along the edges of your bra. He sucks and licks, moaning your name. His nails bite into your waist.
You become more vocal, and you grow dizzy again. Your hips stutter and jolt, losing rhythm. "I think I'm close." You whisper near his ear, trying to hide and in the process pushing your chest in his face.
He groans, in paradise, as he mouths at your breasts that blur his vision. "I got you," he calls your name. "You can let go. I'll catch you." His promises comfort you, and you invite the ecstacy to wash over and consume you.
His living room fills with panting and pornographic moans. He kneads your behind and hips, trying to get you closer and at the best angle to make you orgasm. Your whole body seizes up on top of him, and you give up a silent scream.
Leon feels you soak through your panties and onto his boxers. It's the hottest and most incredible thing he's ever experienced. He hugs you tight, breathing your name as he comes undone.
Both of you slump, hips stuttering to keep the blissful feeling. He licks drool from the corners of his mouth and pulls away from your perfect tits. "You okay?" His eyes are brimming with care, and he brushes your hair away from your sweaty forehead.
It takes you a second or two to remember how to talk and open your eyes. The first thing you see is your boyfriend's dreamy face and the love he has for you shining through. You smile languidly and nod. "Thank you. I love you, Leon."
Then, he kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger since he still struggles to say those three words back. "Don't need to thank me," he pulls away to take you in all flushed and glistening with sweat. You're a dream come. An angel sent down to him from heaven.
"You wanna go wash up, or I don't know, eat?" He shrugs, feeling a little awkward and not sure of what comes next. His fingers are splayed over your waist, thumbs gently brushing back and forth.
"Hmm," you hum, tired and content. "How about washing up first, then a nap?"
He nods, grasping at your thighs and standing up. Your legs lock around Leon for stability. He starts walking towards the bathroom but trips on the coffee table. "Shit!" He manages to right himself, determined to keep from dropping you.
It was scary for him, but you barked out a laugh. Joy overtakes you, and you can't stop. "Haha. Very funny." He rolls his eyes, pink blooming on the tips of his ears.
You kiss the subtle indent in his chin, and there's no more tripping while he carries you to the bathroom. It's good to have him back even better that he's here with you. You sigh in relief, melting into the arms you know will never let you fall.
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Intimacy… (Leon Kennedy) Part I
Summary: All different eras of Leon and how they are during sex / intimate moments. And some other nsfw head canons.
Part I: RE2R, RE4R, & RE6 Leon
Part II: DI, Damnation, & RE9 Leon (Coming soon)
Part III: Vendetta, Infinite Darkness, & og RE4 Leon (Maybe?)
Tags: SMUT, established relationship, creampie, pnv, degradation, pregnancy kink, chokehold, clothed sex, edging, slow/rush sex, cum play, lactation kink, unprotected sex, dry humping, bondage, praise, fingering, masturbation, spit play, overstimulation, age gap! (reader’s age depends on the different era’s of leon, if that makes sense), breeding kink, daddy kink, just all smut in general. MDNI! (NOT ALL TAGS WILL BE USED IN PART I)
can i put in my little 2 cents for the leon kennedy fangirls ? ❤︎
i know next to nothing abt leon kennedy, i am somewhat new to all this, and i see people writing him as submissive sometimes, but i dont picture him as the type of submissive thats outright like "auuuhh mommy uhhh!! please, im such a good boy please !!!"
i just picture him being like...one of those types of guys who is casually obedient for a girl. like, handing him an empty bottle and saying, "can u get me some ice water?" and he just does it, no questions or hesitation. being unable to reach something and asking him, "can you get that for me?" and he does. he participates in every silly little request that just comes out of nowhere.
"can you do 30 pushups? right now?" he'll drop and give her thirty.
"pick me up?" she can hardly register the fact that he's suddenly scooping her up off the ground in one swift motion.
"can you read this list of random words out loud for me?" he already has the paper in his hand, looking over the list quickly before he starts reading.
he's not insecure about it. its not emasculating. he is used to following orders. he's not embarrassed to just listen. in fact, there is a sort of quiet confidence that seems to radiate off of him when he's following through with requests. it's not loud and obnoxious like he thinks hes so cool, it's just...there. it's like hes a loyal, well trained dog. in a dignified way, of course. not into being degraded or patronized, and still very in touch with his masculinity. its just as simple as being familiar with completing tasks that are assigned to him.
it translates into the bedroom, too? i mean, he whimpers and groans, we know this, but that doesnt mean he's a pushover. i think he is just...casually submissive? difficult to explain but, i can give it more thought... can dedicated, well versed leon fans weigh in on this ? i wanna become one of u. ❤︎ xo. bye.
wait i like that👀continue lol
Sometimes I have the URGE to read a fic where the reader is a sadistic manipulator, instead of being the manipulated, and their husband is a little bitch who is manipulated by them.
Sometimes I just want to humiliate men.
But definitely we need more disgusting reader