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“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

Pairings: RE9!Leon S. Kennedy x Ex-wife! Fem Reader (Co-parenting)

Tags: SMUT, porn with plot, age gap!! (Leon is 51, Reader is 30) dirty talk, oral (fem! receiving), bit of praise, dry humping, PNV, unprotected sex, creampie, slow to rough sex, fingering, mentions of breeding…MDNI

Summary: The after party of celebrating your daughter’s 6th birthday with your ex husband is a bad idea.

A/N: I really love re9 Leon, I preordered it so i’m so excited. I was heavily inspired by this post to do this. Please check them out I really love their writing it’s so good, they’re like my favorite. Sorry for some grammar mistakes, i’ll probably fix them later.

kennedysflower

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓼 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

‎ꫂ᭪݁ pair: leon kennedy x fem!medic reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ wc : 6.2k

‎ꫂ᭪݁ summary : four years of built up tension between you and leon kennedy finally snaps during a mission in an abandoned russian sanatorium and after a reckless argument you both had at the DSO HQ, his restraint breaks , leaving both of you with far more damage than either of you know how to name.

⚠︎ warnings : implied age gap (reader is in her mid 20s,leon is 49) , creampie, rough sex, hate sex/angry sex, semi-public sex, unsafe location, risky sex during active mission, dub con if you squint ,superior/subordinate dynamic, power imbalance, arguing, emotional tension, explicit content, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, choking, knife intimidation, degradation, dirty talk,a tiny bit of praise, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, emotional neglect after sex, angst, unresolved feelings, mean leon, not proofread

‎ꫂ᭪݁ a/n: please take note that this was originally a chapter from a very long fanfic i wrote for my oc and leon which is why he's like this lmao, i promise i'll make him kinder in the part 2 if i will finish it.i had re9 leon in my mind for this but re4 could also work out

the first thing you noticed was the cold air around you.

it was not the dramatic, merciful kind of cold that announced itself all at once and then faded into numbness. it was quieter than that. meaner. it seeped beneath the cuffs of your jacket, slid under the tight leather of your gloves, and settled deep into your bones with a slow, deliberate cruelty.

the tires of his porsche churned viciously through the frozen mud, the engine emitting a low, rhythmic rattle that only served to deepen the crushing silence inside the foggy forest. outside the reinforced windows, the Russian twilight was bleeding into a dense, oppressive black, swallowing the pines and suffocating the isolated atmosphere. the fog rolled over the hood of the car in thick, ghostly waves, illuminated only by the sharp, cutting glare of the headlights.

you stared out the passenger window, your pale reflection ghosting over the frosted glass. your black jacket was zipped tight to your throat, the rigid collar pressing uncomfortably against the soft fabric of your black turtleneck. you kept your hands shoved deep into your pockets, your knuckles white, fingers curled into tight fists to hide the faint, betraying tremor of leftover adrenaline and the creeping cold.

beneath your skirt, the thick black tights offered little protection against the chill that seemed to seep directly through the floorboards and into your bones.

and to your left, Leon held the steering wheel with a loose, practiced grip that betrayed nothing of the violence coiled beneath his skin. his profile was carved from the stark shadows of the dashboard’s faint illumination, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line, a muscle ticking faintly just beneath his ear. he was driving, his eyes fixed on the treacherous path ahead, utterly detached from the suffocating tension occupying the space between you.

the two of you hadn't really spoken since hunnigan gave you the details for this mission.

the argument at the DSO office days prior had been loud enough to shake the dust from the rafters. it had been a complete mess of explicit words about protocols you ignored, a breached perimeter , and the undeniable fact that you had chosen to follow your own medical instincts over his orders.

and he had been furious ever since.

It wasn't the explosive anger of a lesser man, his voice had dropped into that terrifying, deadened register that usually meant someone was about to get court-martialed or maybe even worse.

you hadn't bothered to apologise at all. not then, and not now either. instead, you had met his cold gaze with a silent, defensive deflection, locking your jaw and refusing to give him an inch of the submission he demanded as your superior.

now, four agonizing hours later, the silence between you was no longer just an absence of sound. It was a physical weight, thick with four years of built-up tension, near-misses, and an unacknowledged, suffocating attraction that tasted more like iron and blood than the romance you initially imagined of and hoped for. every time the car hit a rut, jolting your shoulders mere inches from touching, the air in the cabin seemed to thin, making it harder to breathe.

Leon slowed the vehicle, the gears shifting with a harsh, mechanical grind. the headlights swept across a rusted, iron gate hanging precariously off its shattered stone hinges. beyond it sat the sanatorium.

the stone facade was grand but utterly ruined, a decaying, brutalist monument of the old Soviet concrete overgrown with dead, creeping ivy and stained with decades of black rot. its windows were shattered, empty black maws staring back at them like dead eyes. It looked entirely abandoned, swallowed whole by the merciless silence of the forest.

the engine cut out.

the sudden, absolute absence of noise made the interior of the car feel instantly smaller, the walls pressing in tight. the ticking of the cooling engine block sounded like a countdown.

"check your comms," Leon commanded.

his voice was clipped, completely devoid of any warmth or familiarity.

you didn't turn to look at him. instead, you stubbornly kept your eyes on the decaying building, your breath catching slightly in your throat before reaching up. you adjusted the earpiece hidden beneath the thick strands of your dark hair, the freezing fingers brushing the hard plastic.

"comms are green."

"we move quick, we stay on line, and you stay behind me," he said, his gaze fixed straight ahead on the dark, gaping entrance of the main building. he didn't turn his head. he didn't seek your acknowledgment. but in the silence, the thick leather of his tactical gloves creaked as his fingers tightened imperceptibly on the steering wheel. "if I tell you to halt, you don't step. am I clear?"

you let out a short breathy exhale, not quite a laugh, but mocking enough to fracture the quiet. the sound was sharp in the cold, contained space. you finally turned your head, dark eyes tracing the broa line of his shoulder, the tactical vest that bulked his frame, up to the sharp angle of his cheekbone.

"you're always clear, Leon," you murmured, your voice steady, refusing to rise to his bait. "it's the flexibility you lack."

leon's head turned around slowly. his blue eyes were icy, catching the dim, fading light of the dashboard and pinning you in place. there was no mirth in his expression, no soft exasperation. there was only a dark, fraying patience that looked entirely too close to snapping.

"this isn't Washington," he said, his voice dropping an octave, the vibration of it settling low in your stomach. "you break line out here, and I leave you in the dirt. don't test my patience tonight."

you held his stare. your chin tilted upward a fraction of an inch. nor did you didn't offer a verbal agreement. knowing exactly how to challenge him, how to drag that suffocating control of his into the light just enough to see the cracks.

you wanted that reaction of his.

you needed the silent proof that beneath the ice, you could still disrupt him.

then, you broke the eye contact first, pushing your heavy door open before he could approve the movement. the biting, subzero russian air rushed into the cabin, hitting your face like a physical blow. you stepped out, your heavy boots crunching violently into the frozen gravel.

a moment later, the heavy slam of the driver’s side door echoed through the courtyard. leon was there, his boots hitting the ground with a deliberate force. he didn't look at you as he slung his assault rifle over his shoulder, the metal clasps clinking in the quiet.

as he passed you to take the lead, he didn't offer a lot of space. his arm brushed hard against yours, a brief, unnecessarily rough contact. it wasn't accidental though .it was a physical assertion of space, and the friction sent a sharp jolt of unwanted, pooling heat straight through you, settling deep in your core. you swallowed hard, your jaw tight, and fell into step exactly three paces behind him.

both of you entered through a shattered side door, the flashlights cutting through the thick, stagnant air of the sanatorium.

the interior was a sprawling wasteland of rusted iron, shattered tile, and damp decay. the smell was atrocious, a mix of wet concrete, black mold, and the metallic tang of old, dried blood that never quite left these places. water dripped from the ceiling somewhere deep in the pitch-black corridors, a slow, maddening clock ticking away in the dark.

you followed him silently, your eyes naturally tracking the broad, unyielding span of his shoulders beneath his gear.

for four years. four years of patching him up in sterile medical bays. four years of stitching his torn skin, pulling shrapnel from his flesh, of watching him bleed out and then return to the field like a machine devoid of a nervous system. you knew the topography of his body better than anyone else at in the DSO, every scar on his torso, the exact, shallow rhythm of his breathing when he was trying to hide his pain. but you had never been allowed past the psychological ice. the uncertainty of what he actually felt, if he felt anything at all beyond a simmering, professional irritation toward your stubbornness, was an old, chronic ache. and tonight, in the freezing dark, that ache had turned volatile.

leon stopped at a four-way intersection, his boot coming down softly. his flashlight beam swept across a collapsed ceiling in the northern corridor, illuminating a mountain of jagged concrete and exposed rebar.

"come on,to the left." he muttered, his voice barely carrying over the sound of dripping water.

you stepped up, closing the distance between you until you were entirely out of his designated formation. you stood beside him, your own light sweeping down the eastern corridor toward a row of heavy, reinforced iron doors.

"the medical wing should be there though" you said, your tone clinical, refusing to acknowledge his command. "if there's any remaining sample from the old research, it’ll be in the sub-basement labs. left takes us to the patient housing."

"we secure the ground floor first" leon said.

his hand shot out, catching your jacket sleeve before you could take another step. he pulled you back half a step. the movement wasn't gentle. his grip was tight, his thick, leather-clad fingers digging sharply through the heavy material of your coat and into the muscle of your upper arm.

"I said stay behind me."

you tensed, your breath flaring white in the freezing air. you yanked your arm out of his grasp with a sharp, violent jerk, your dark eyes flashing in the peripheral backscatter of your flashlights.

you didn't raise your voice, but your words were laced with venom. "I'm not a child, leon. i know how to navigate a clear corridor. the structural integrity to the east looks stable enough to cross."

leon turned fully toward you. he didn't speak immediately. he took a slow, deliberate step into your personal space, towering over you until his chest was nearly brushing the zipper of your jacket. he angled his body, forcing you to look up at him. the ambient smell of the rotting building faded, entirely overpowered by the scent of him, the cold air, rich leather, gun oil, and that deep, familiar musk of his skin. it dizzying, heavy, and intoxicating, despite the crushing harshness of his posture.

"i don't give a damn what it looks like to you," he hissed, the words vibrating with a suppressed rage. "you don't command this unit. i do. you follow the protocol I set, or you sit in the vehicle and wait for extraction."

you held your ground, refusing to lean back.

"the protocol that puts us an hour behind schedule?" you challenged, your voice dropping into a low, cutting whisper. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, contrasting violently with the sub-zero air of the hallway. your chest rose and fell with ragged, uneven breaths. "you're letting your anger from earlier cloud your judgment. it's inefficient, and you know it."

leon’s eyes darkened at your comment, the blue shifting into something entirely black and volatile in the shadows. he stared down at you, his jaw clenching so hard you could hear the faint grind of his teeth. for a long, agonizing second, the silence between you was deafening. the air grew impossibly thick, weighed down by an unwanted, heavy heat that had nothing to do with the freezing temperature of the decaying hospital. his broad chest heaved against his tactical rig, his legendary restraint visibly fraying, snapping at the edges under your continued defiance.

he didn't argue,nor did he didn't defend his tactics. he simply leaned in a fraction closer, his gaze dropping to your mouth for a split second before snapping back to your eyes.

"i said left." he repeated. It was a guttural growl that vibrated deep in his chest. "move, now."

the two of you walked in silence down the eastern wing, the rotted wooden floorboards groaning in protest beneath your combined weight.

you deliberately, stubbornly kept your pace just slightly out of sync with his. dragging your boots a fraction of a second too late, stepping a little too heavy. it was a petty, silent defiance, but you knew he could hear it. every time your heel clicked against a stray piece of broken tile, you felt his presence shift ahead of you. you could feel his focus narrowing, his attention heavy and watching, tracking your every movement through the gloom even with his back turned.

Afterwards,both of you reached the end of the hall, pushing through a set of swinging doors that hung limply on rusted hinges.

the room beyond was massive, a circular, cavernous space that looked like an old, brutalist operating theater. in the center of the room sat a long, heavy metal surgical table, pitted with dark rust and stained with decades of stagnant water. high above, a shattered glass dome let in the faint, anemic light of the moon, casting long, twisted shadows across the cracked tiles.

the air here was significantly colder. It bit at any exposed skin, your breaths escaping in thick, white plumes that hung in the air before dissipating into the dark.

you stepped away from him, approaching a tall metal cabinet sagging in the corner. the flashlight beam reflected off a row of shattered glass apothecary jars and the dull gray of ruined gauze.

"nothing here," you murmured, your voice flat, devoid of the earlier heat. you ran a gloved finger over the rim of a broken jar. "just old surgical tools. It’s a dead end."

"step away from the center of the room," leon said.

he was standing near the doorway, his rifle lowered but ready, his flashlight scanning the high, vaulted ceiling above the surgical table. the beam illuminated deep fissures running through the concrete.

you heard him very clear. his tone was authoritative. but the urge to push him, to find out exactly where his breaking point lay after hours of silent torture, was a sudden, blinding fever in your blood. you turned away from the cabinet, deliberately ignoring the command, and stepped closer to the rusted metal table in the dead center of the room to inspect a tray of degraded instruments.

you didn't even look at him.

"the ceiling is fine, Leon. you're being paranoid. we need to check the structural base of this table to see if there's a sub-floor—"

a loud, sharp crack echoed like a gunshot from the impenetrable shadows above.

before you could process the sound, before you could even tilt your head up, a massive, heavy chunk of concrete and rotting plaster rained down from the dome. it plummeted through the darkness and shattered violently against the very edge of the metal table, just inches from where your hand rested. a cloud of toxic, choking dust and iron rust exploded into the air, blinding you instantly.

you gasped, stumbling backward, but before you could find your footing, a massive weight slammed into you from the side.

leon's body hit yours with the force of a freight train. his momentum threw you violently backward, your spine colliding hard against the solid, unforgiving edge of the rusted metal table. his heavy rifle clattered deafeningly against the concrete floor as his large, gloved hands shot out, pinning your shoulders down with brutal force. his entire frame crushed you against the freezing steel, knocking the breath from your lungs in a sharp, painful, wheezing gasp.

"are you out of your mind?" Leon rasped.

the sound of his voice tearing through the dust was terrifying. his face was mere inches from yours. one of the flashlights had fallen to the floor, rolling wildly until it came to a halt against a wall, casting long, chaotic, upward shadows that illuminated the raw, unchecked fury in his features.

the controlled agent was entirely gone. his ash-blonde hair was messy, falling across his forehead, and his breathing was heavy, ragged, and hot against your cold skin. his eyes were wide, feral, and utterly terrifying.

you struggled against his crushing weight instinctively. your hands flew up, your palms pressing against the rigid plates of his tactical vest to push him away, but he didn't budge a single inch. it was like pushing against a stone wall.

"let... go!" you choked out, fighting to pull air back into your lungs. your stubbornness still flared through the adrenaline and shock, your jaw setting in a hard line. "it was just plaster, I would have—"

"shut up!" he snarled, his voice cracking with a violent intensity.

his fingers tightened around your shoulders with bruising force, pinning you so hard against the edge of the table that the rusted metal groaned loudly beneath you. "just shut the hell up for fuck's sake."

the silence that immediately followed his outburst was suffocating. dust continued to rain down softly around you, settling on your shoulders, but neither of you moved.

his broad chest was heaving against your breasts, rising and falling in an erratic, angry rhythm. his thick thighs had slotted seamlessly against yours, locking your legs completely into place against the heavy base of the surgical table.

you were entirely trapped.

you looked up at him. your heart was hammering against your ribs so violently you thought it might shatter them. your own breathing matched his, shallow, fast, erratic. your stared into his face, watching the muscles in his jaw bunch and release.

you could see it happening in real-time. could see the exact, terrifying moment his restraint snapped.

the years of hushed arguments in medical tents, the lingering, hidden glances across briefing rooms, the volatile, unspoken tension of your dynamic, it was all collapsing right here, in the dark, narrowing into a singular, dangerous focus.

"do you think this shit is a fucking game?" Leon whispered.

his voice had dropped entirely, slipping into a low, raspy register that made a heavy, involuntary shiver run straight down your spine. his hands suddenly released your shoulders, sliding up your neck with a rough, calloused touch to grip your jaw. his thick, leather-gloved fingers squeezed the sides of your face, forcing your head up, making it impossible for you to look anywhere but directly into the dark, churning depths of his eyes.

"you think you can push me," he continued, his thumb pressing hard against your cheekbone, "ignore my direct orders, and just walk away because you're the doctor?"

swallowing hard, your pulse frantic against his palm. "Leon—"

"I told you to step back." leon interrupted, his thumb sliding down to press brutally hard into the corner of your bottom lip, cutting off your words, parting your mouth slightly. hus blue eyes were pitch black in the shadows, entirely consumed by blown-out pupils. "you wanted a reaction? wanted to see exactly how far you could stretch my patience?"

you didn't pull away. it's not like you couldn't, but you also didn't try. despite the punishing harshness of his grip, a familiar, heavy ache flared to life deep between your thighs, hot and immediate.

you met his furious gaze, chest rising against his. with no intention to want him to let go.

you didn't want the soft, safe boundaries of your professional, distant roles. you wanted the suffocating roughness of his anger. yoi wanted the undeniable truth of his heavy weight holding you down in the dark.

you kept your voice low, deliberately steady, despite the tremor in your hands.

"I know you won't do anything" you whispered against the leather of his glove. It was a blatant provocation, sharp and reckless. "you're too much of a professional."

leon's eyes flared wide at your words. the air in the room seemed to combust. with a terrifying, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"you really are a fucking brat."

the speed at which he moved was blinding. before you could take a breath, his hand shifted from your jaw to the heavy metal zipper at the front of your jacket. he gripped it and yanked it down violently in one sharp, continuous motion. the sound of the zipper tearing open echoed loudly. he didn't pause to pull the jacket off your shoulders, his large, caloused hands reached directly under the thick, woolen hem of your black turtleneck.

his freezing, leather-clad fingers gripped the bare skin of your waist with a brutal strength that you knew would leave bruises by morning.

you let out a sharp, involuntary whine, your fingers immediately clutching blindly at the heavy fabric of his tactical vest as he manhandled you. with a raw, effortless display of physical dominance, he turned your body around, twisting you forcefully until your stomach and chest slammed flat against the cold surface of the metal surgical table.

the shock of the freezing steel through your clothes made you gasp loudly.

"Leon, wait—"

"you don't get to tell me to wait," he growled directly into your ear. his breath was scorching hot against the sensitive, freezing skin of your neck, raising goosebumps along your spine.

he leaned forward, pinning your lower back down with the crushing weight of his heavy forearm. his body weight flattened you completely against the steel, leaving you utterly immobile.

with his free hand, he reached down, gripping the thick fabric of your black skirt.

he shoved it up past your thighs, bunching it roughly around your waist. your breath hitched in a panicked, thrilled gasp as the absolute zero air of the dead theater hit the back of your legs, which were protected only by the thin mesh of your black tights. you instinctively tried to pull your leg forward, trying to find some leverage on the slick, rusted metal, but leon immediately drove his thigh directly between your knees. he forced your legs wide apart, locking you in a position of a humiliating vulnerability.

"you've been begging for this for months," leon muttered. his tone was rough, stripped of any pretense or decency. his large hand hooked aggressively into the tight waistband of your tights and underwear simultaneously. with a rough downward tug that made the synthetic fabric rip slightly at the seam, he pulled them down past your thighs, leaving the soft, pale skin of your ass entirely exposed to the biting cold.

"one argument after another," he ground out, his voice thick with a dark, bitter arousal. "every time you talked back in front of the unit. standing there, thinking you won't face the consequences because you wear a white coat."

"i wanted you to listen to me—" you gasped out. your face was pressed sideways against the icy metal of the table. your fingers were clawing desperately at the rusted, pitted edges, trying to find an anchor in the storm of his aggression.

"I'm listening now," he said.

slap.

the sound of his heavy, leather-clad palm striking your bare flesh echoed violently through the empty, cavernous operating theater. it sounded exactly like a gunshot in the dark.

you squealed, your spine arching upward off the metal involuntarily. eyes squeezed shut as a blinding heat bloomed violently across your right cheek. the pain was immediate, a stinging fire that spread fast in the freezing room. but beneath the agonizing sting, heavy pulse throbbed between your thighs. your pussy flooded with a violent, sudden, shameful wetness.

"that's for breaking the safety perimeter at the safehouse," leon stated. his voice wasn't yelling anymore. it was entirely controlled, flat, and utterly terrifying.

slap.

he struck you again, his palm landing in the exact same spot with brutal precision.

your hips jerked upward, bucking wildly against his hold. a choked, desperate cry escaped your throat, your nails scraping against the steel. "leon, damn you—"

"and that's for the ceiling," he interrupted coldly. his heavy hand came down a third time, significantly harder. the sheer impact of the strike rattled your entire frame against the heavy table.

slap.

"you don't get to talk back out here," he rasped, his breathing finally starting to heavily alter, growing thick and ragged.

"you don't get to decide which orders matter and which ones don't."

the spankings continued in a steady, punishing, rhythm. leon didn't rush it. he didn't lose himself. he delivered each deliberate slap with a heavy force that had you sobbing brokenly into the metal table.

your cheeks were flushed hot,your entire body shaking uncontrollably from the overwhelming combination of the freezing air and the red-hot, blistering pain radiating from your backside. your flesh was burning, the skin turning a deep, angry crimson beneath his unforgiving hands.

"are you going to look at me when I speak to you?" leon demanded.

his hand paused mid-air before coming down to rest,heavy , and rough, against your throbbing, sensitized flesh. the heat of his palm seeping into your stung skin was a torment of its own.

you dragged your face across the rusted metal, forcing yourself to turn your head. your dark hair was tangled wildly across your face. eyes slightly open, wet with hot tears of shock, pain, and overwhelming arousal. you tried to look at him through the gloom, your chest heaving.

"i'm looking," you panted. Your voice was broken, trembling violently, but your jaw was still set, that core of stubborn defiance refusing to die. "is this... is this all you've got, Mr.Kennedy?"

leon stared down at you, his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. a faint chuckle slipped from the back of his throat.

"not even close."

he released you back for a fraction of a second, reaching down to the heavy tactical belt at his waist. you heard the distinct, chilling, metallic slide of his tactical combat knife being drawn smoothly from its Kydex sheath.

a cold spike of genuine, primal fear shot through your chest, instantly mixing with the heavy lust going through your veins.

he didn't touch your skin with the sharp edge of the blade, but you felt the flat, freezing steel of the heavy weapon slide slowly, deliberately along the black tights,right across where your exposed underwear was.

"you think you're safe because we work together?" leon whispered.

he leaned down, pressing his chest heavily over your back until his lips brushed against the cold shell of your ear. his hand pressed the flat of the freezing blade gently, warningly, against the delicate skin at the small of your back.

"i could leave you tied to this table," he breathed, your voice a dark, velvet threat.

"no one knows we're in this wing of the sanatorium."

"you wouldn't—" you talked back. heart hammering so hard you could literally feel the pulse beating in your throat. even though you were slightly terrified, you were dripping wet of slick.

"don't test my boundaries tonight when you already ruined yours," he said. his voice dropped into a cruel, mocking tone that offered absolutely no comfort.

he slid the heavy knife back into its sheath. the loud click of the lock engaging sounded like a final, damning judgment in the empty room.

he didn't give you a second to recover from the threat. his fingers hooked violently into the thick hair at the base of your skull, curling into a fist. pulling your head back roughly, then forcing your spine to arch so you were staring blindly up at the pitch-black shadows of the ruined ceiling. with his other hand, he reached roughly between your thighs from behind.

you gasped, your mouth falling open as his rough, gloved fingers found your swollen folds. you were slick, dripping with your own uncontrollable arousal. he didn't stroke you though. didn't soothe the ache. without a word of warning, he slid two thick fingers directly inside you with a sudden and rough, upward thrust.

you cried out loudly, a sharp, broken sound. the thick leather of his tactical glove stretched your tight, wet walls uncomfortably, the friction intense and borderline abrasive.

"look at how wet you are for me," Leon murmured sneeringly, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

he began to fuck you with his fingers in a fast, degrading rhythm. his thumb pressed down hard, grinding relentlessly against your swollen clit without an ounce of mercy or tenderness.

"you think this makes you brave?" he mocked, pumping his fingers deeper into your tight core, scraping the sensitive walls.

"getting fucked on a rusted table in the middle of a dead zone because you couldn't follow basic protocol?"

"shut up... please, just..." you sobbed, your words breaking apart.

you couldn't finish the sentence. your highly educated, rational smartass was entirely dissolving into a chaotic haze of shame, pain and overwhelming pleasure.

the friction of the wet leather inside you was incredibly intense, riding the razor-thin line between pain and ecstasy, but it was exactly what you had starved for. you lost your fight. you pushed your hips back eagerly against his hand, chasing the rough thrusts, begging silently for the depth of his touch even as hot tears leaked continuously from the corners of your tightly shut eyes.

"you like being put like this, huh? like knowing how easily I can fuck you senseless?" leon rasped.

his own breathing had finally lost its iron control, becoming desperate, and loud in the quiet room. he pulled his dripping fingers out of you with a wet, obscene snap, leaving you instantly empty and shivering violently.

before you could form a word of protest, you heard the sound of his tactical gear shifting. the metal click of his belt buckled, the heavy slide of his heavy trousers being unzipped and shoved down.

a second later, the thick, length of his cock brushed deliberately against the aching flesh of your exposed cunt. he was huge, radiating a blistering heat in the freezing air, and completely unyielding.

"leon—" you whispered.

a sudden, terrifying wave of absolute vulnerability hit you. the reality of what was about to happen, here, like this, under these conditions, crashed over you.

"leon, look at me—"

he didn't look.

he grabbed your hips with both of his large hands, his fingers digging brutally into your delicate hip bones with a force that would absolutely leave blooming bruises the next day. he aligned himself, gripped you tight, and drove his cock deep inside you from behind in one violent, punishing thrust.

you screamed into the empty, cavernous room. The sound was immediately swallowed by the dark, dead stone walls.

the stretch was immense, a sharp, burning, suffocating fullness that felt like it was tearing through all of your remaining physical and mental defenses. he filled you completely, stretching you to your absolute limit.

stopping didn't even cross his mind in this moment,knowing exactly it was what you were desperate for. he didn't give you a moment to adjust to his massive size or the agonizing stretch. just instantly began to fuck you with a brutal, angry, relentless rhythm. his heavy hips slammed violently against your pussy with a wetsmacking sound that echoed obscenely, filling the silent theater.

the scene was entirely devoid of romance. this was no gentle lovemaking, no soft words of devotion. it was dark, it was freezing cold, and it was frantic. it was the violent release of four years of suffocating frustration and unwanted, denied desire and mutual feelings, finally snapping in the worst possible place, at the worst possible time.

leon's hands on your hips were relentless, with a grip so immovable.

his deep grunts of physical exertion sounded rough in your ear as he drove himself deeper and deeper into your wet core.

"you're fucked out here," he growled, his pace quickening into a blur. his cock hit your cervix with a blunt, bruising force that made you see starts and left you entirely dizzy. "say it. say you're my subordinate."

"god , leon— I'm.. yours," you sobbed openly now.

your fingers were slipping uselessly on the rusted metal as you tried to hold your upper body up. you were completely broken open, entirely at his mercy. "fuck... please..."

"that's my good girl," he muttered. the words weren't a comfort,instead they sounded bitter, almost cruel, laced with a twisted satisfaction on his tongue.

he reached around your back with his right hand. thick fingers wrapped securely around the front of your throat from behind, squeezing firmly. he didn't crush your windpipe, but he apply just enough steady pressure to restrict your frantic breath, forcing you into a state of choked, lightheaded compliance as he delivered the final, devastatingly thrusts.

your world entirely narrowed down to the gray concrete floor beneath you, the freezing steel biting into your chest, the painful grip on your throat, and the blinding, white-hot explosion of your orgasm. It ripped violently through your lower body, a devastating release that made you cry out into his hand as your vaginal walls clamped down agonizingly tight around his thick cock.

leon let out a low, guttural snarl.

his massive body tensed completely, every muscle pulling taut as steel. he drove his hips forward one last, brutal time, pinning you utterly flat against the rusted table as he spent himself deep, hot, and heavy within you. he held himself buried to the hilt, his chest heaving heavily against your back, his grip still tight around your throat.

for a long, heavy minute, the only sound in the massive, decaying room was your ragged, echoing breath, loud in the dark.

then reality crept back in. the adrenaline began to recede, and the freezing cold rushed back with a vengeance.

leon released your throat the next second. he pulled out of you without a single word of warning.

the sudden absence of his burning heat and filling weight made you shiver violently. you collapsed forward, staying face down on the freezing metal table. your entire body was trembling uncontrollably.your skin was sticky with a mixture of cold sweat and thick fluids that were already turning freezing against your bare thighs in the damp subzero air.

then you closed your eyes softly and waited.

you waited for a warm hand on your back. you waited for him to reach down and gently pull you up, to turn you around and finally look at you. waited for him to say something, anything, that would soften the bleeding edges of what had just occurred between you. a word of comfort. a acknowledgment that it meant something.it should?shouldn't it?

but instead, the only sound that cut through the silence was the sharp, metallic zip of his trousers. the rustle of his tactical gear being adjusted, the clinking of buckles and straps being pulled back into perfect, impenetrable order.

you slowly pushed yourself up, limbs feeling incredibly weak and shaking violently. you reached down, pulling your torn underwear and black tights back up over your thighs. freezing, numb hands fumbling awkwardly with the ruined fabric.

then your black skirt followed back into place, hiding the deep, angry red handprints that burned on your skin.

you turned around slowly, leaning against the rusted edge of the surgical table for support. looking up at him.

although, leon was already standing three feet away.

his blonde hair had been pushed back aggressively from his forehead. the impassive mask of the agent had returned, and the ice was thicker and more impenetrable than it had ever been before. at least that is what he wanted you to think.

he picked up his assault rifle from the dust covered floor, checking the chamber and the safety with efficiency.

he didn't look at your face in this agonizing. didn't meet your eyes. he just stared blankly at a spot somewhere near your collarbone, voice entirely flat and dead.

"fix your jacket. we have twenty minutes before the extraction window changes."

you froze at that. your heart didn't just break, it dropped into a cold, bottomless, void in your chest.

the silence between you was no longer volatile. it was no longer charged with heat or tension that built up until now. it was completely empty. beyond gut-wrenching. the brutal act hadn't cleared whether that he loved you or he hated your guts. it hadn't cleared the suffocating tension or broken the barrier between you. it had only violently snapped the one fragile line of connection you had left, leaving the emotional damage entirely, irreparably unresolved.you could only hope for any affection left deep down his hardened heart.

"leon—" you whispered, your voice cracking painfully in the quiet.

"i said move out," he cut you off, his voice void of any human emotion. "it's the last time I'll say it."

he didn't wait for a response. he turned his broad back to you, the flashlight beam on his shoulder cutting a harsh white path through the dust, and began walking toward the northern corridor.

you stood entirely alone in the center of the ruined operating theater. the freezing air bit viciously at your tear stained skin. you stared at his retreating back, realizing with a dull, suffocating, and incredibly heavy ache that you had wanted to break him, and in doing so, you had thought that everything was now infinitely, permanently worse.

or was it?

with shaking, numb fingers, you slowly pulled the zipper of your jacket back up to your throat, burying your chin in the collar, and stepped away from the table to follow him into the dark.

brunosbambina

𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚۶۟ৎ

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Leon has had to coax your voice during intimacy in your relationship, had to let you know that it’s okay to be sexual and openly communicate with him, no matter your preferences. He also made it clear that he’d never persuade you into doing things you weren’t comfortable with, and if you wanted to remain more vanilla, he’d be fine with it. So when his good girl, his princess, requested that he be a little rougher tonight, he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, not when you’ve always been so reserved when it comes to sex.

❥Labels & Warnings: 18+

Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Resident Evil 9 Leon, Reader insert, Reader is on the shy/reserved side, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking, Age gap relationship, References to the age gap, Use of daddy, Use of princess, Use of baby/good/dirty girl, Small mention of Leon putting a baby in you.

W.C. 2.3K AO3 Baby taglist: @depressedbearblogs <3

bonbi888

dbf ! leon kennedy / fem ! reader ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚

summary: Leon is your dad’s best friend who’s going through a divorce and you have a crush on him. His wife kicked him out so he’s staying with you for a while. Being a shy person, you never make bold moves. With alcohol though, things might change.

a/n: this is posted on ao3 with my other fics, my username is the same! I wasn’t sure how this would turn out but ended up liking it, hope you’ll like it as well <3

warning / tags: M (mature), detailed kissing, french kissing, age gap (Leon is 49, reader is 21), drunk kissing

wc: 1,3k

You were in your room, upstairs, watching some old rom-com with a completely straight face, showing no sign of engagement. Leon was downstairs, doing whatever. You didn’t know. He’s your father’s best friend, who’s going through a shitty divorce. Your father was kind enough to let him crash for a few weeks. You didn’t mind. Of course. Well, not at all. Since you’ve had a crush on him for years now.

You're a college student who needs to study for her finals. Who has to. But your mind became too distracted since he came. And now, you're alone with him. Since your father left the town for his job and he isn’t going to be back very soon. You’re both glad and devastated. Since it’s both a good and a bad thing.

Should I go down? Am I being rude? Fuck it…

You closed your laptop and went downstairs. Leon was on the couch, the TV was off, and he had a glass of whiskey in his hand. You remembered his past experiences with alcohol, but your father told you that he’s being more responsible now. Still, he looked depressed. Maybe because his wife kicked him out of the house? Yeah, probably.

You cleared your throat and said, “Hey.” You were standing behind the couch. Your knees became weak from anxiety, and your hands were behind you.

He turned to look at you. “Hey. Not tired yet?” He spoke really softly. It made you calm down for a second. Leon always comforted you, since you were a struggling teenager. He was always there when you started high school. When you had problems with your friends. When you couldn’t get enough affection from your father. He was your everything, honestly. Even though you didn’t see him for a while.

You made your way to his opposite side and sat down, keeping some distance between you two. “No, I usually sleep late.” You twisted your hands together.

He repositioned himself to face you. “Studying for exams, huh?” He smiled at you, the kind of smile that you always adored. The one that made your heart weak for him.

You didn’t answer right away, just looked at the ground for a second as if it could help you come up with an answer. “Uh… No, I was actually watching a movie,” you answered, still avoiding eye contact at all costs. As if it could poison you, in a good way.

He gave a small chuckle and drank from his glass. “A movie? Aren’t your finals soon?” he said.

“Yeah, I couldn't get myself to study,” because you distract me. You turned your head to look at him just for a second. He was staring at you. And you realized how much more gorgeous he’s become since you last saw him.

“What were you watching that’s more important than your finals?” he asked, almost teasingly.

You became flustered at his teasing tone. “A rom-com…” You answered shyly.

He snorted at that. “Still watching those cheesy movies.” Then he patted your shoulder before having another sip from his whiskey. There was no judgment in his voice. He never judged you for anything. He was the only person who accepted you for who you are.

Your cheeks were getting red. “Yeah, some old habits never change, I guess,” you laughed awkwardly.

He gave a nod. You slowly turned your head towards the bottle on the table. You wanted to try it; you couldn’t resist yourself around alcohol, which became a really bad habit of yours. But you’re 21, so it’s perfectly fine… Or is it?

“Can I have a glass of that too?” you wanted to scream at yourself while asking that.

“You want some whiskey?” he stared right into your eyes. Almost trying to search for a reason.

“Y-Yeah.” You looked at him finally, as if begging him. But that didn’t make sense since you're an adult who can make your own choices. Plus, it’s your own house.

He laughed at your innocent look on your face. “When did you start drinking hard stuff like this?” Then he poured you a glass and handed it to you.

“Thanks, uh… Not long ago.” You twirled the glass in your hand and had a sip. The alcohol burned your throat, which made you cough.

“Easy, kiddo.” That nickname… He still calls me ‘kiddo’.

“I-I’m okay!” You laughed as if trying to prove you're really okay. He wasn’t sure, though.

“If you say so.” he turned on the TV, so there was no silence between you two. But you really couldn’t concentrate on what was on the screen. You wanted to look at him but couldn’t gather enough courage. So you just silently sat there and drank your beverage.

★・・・・・・★

“Hey, that’s enough. You’re completely wasted.” He took your glass and put it on the table. You couldn’t remember how much you drank but knew it was too much. You could feel every part of your body relaxing and your courage striking. Now you could finally look at him; he was closer, looking at you, feeling worried for you.

In response, you raised your hand and cupped his face with one hand, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. “Your face… It’s so soft…” You smiled.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He tried to grab you to carry you to your room.

“No! I wanna stay next to you… don’t… don’t leave me.” you looked like you were almost crying.

Before he could answer, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself against him. Your body was warm, almost trembling. You looked up at him with wide, desperate eyes.

“Kiss me,” you breathed desperately. “Just… kiss me.”

He stiffened, heart pounding. His hands hovered uncertainly at your waist.

“No, it’s wrong,” he murmured, voice low and rough. After looking at you for a while, noticing your needy face, he took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself “Hey, don’t look at me like that. You’re killing me…”

But you didn’t pull away. If anything, your arms tightened around him, your gaze never leaving his, unlike before you drank.

“I know,” you whispered. “But I don’t care right now. I just… need you.”

He stared down at you for a long moment, breathing unevenly. The warning bells in his head were loud, but the way you were looking at him, so vulnerable, so full of longing, made them fade. His resistance slowly crumbled.

“…Your father’s gonna kill me,” he finally said, “Just one kiss, okay?” he agreed reluctantly. You nodded then smiled at him.

He leaned in slowly, giving you one last chance to change your mind. Then finally your lips met gently at first, very soft, almost hesitant. It was a simple press, warm and sweet, like you were testing the waters. You sighed into it, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss lingered, deepening by degrees as you both relaxed into the moment.

Your grip tightened, and you tilted your head, parting your lips in invitation. He responded instinctively, his hand finding your waist as the kiss grew hotter, more urgent. What started as tender exploration turned more deep, dangerous, slower in rhythm but heavy with need. His tongue brushed yours, drawing a soft, desperate sound from your throat that sent heat rushing through him. You pressed your body against his, one hand sliding down his chest while the other stayed tangled in his hair, tugging lightly in a way that made his pulse spike.

The kiss turned hungry. Your lips moved with growing confidence. He tasted the faint taste of the whiskey you drank earlier, mixed with something uniquely you. When you finally broke apart for air, both of you breathing hard, your forehead rested against his, eyes half-lidded.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you confessed in a shaky whisper, your arms still wrapped around him like you never wanted to let go. “Thank you…”

Leon swallowed, heart hammering, knowing he’d just crossed a line there was no coming back from. But in that moment, with your warmth against him and the taste of you still on his lips, even though he hated himself for doing it, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. “Come one, let’s get you to bed.”

zawija

Even with an infection, dirt, and wounds on his face – this man looks absolutely stunning.

flirtingfawn

how he looks at me after i say age ain’t nothing but a number

#this would be him when I say my dad’s still older than him 😋😋😋😋#leon kennedy

lumi-lex

✧જ⁀ ⋆⚾︎ FEVER PITCH ⋆⚾︎જ⁀ ✧

part one: fake first date

Leon S Kennedy/F!Reader

synopsis: as the social media manager for Raccoon City’s major league baseball team you have a unique opportunity to interact with the players that have charmed the league – one of them being Leon Kennedy. Your current “dating series” ends with him, giving you the opportunity to finally get a good read on the league’s most darling – and elusive – pitcher.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: alternate universe - professional sports, 20ish year age gap, selfship coded

read on ao3 | masterlist | fever pitch moodboard | divider credit

Getting paid to post to social media and hang out with professional athletes was a pretty sweet gig. In your experience baseball players were some of the easiest people to get along with, and the team you were working with was pretty entertaining. If you weren’t catching them off guard with baby pictures or asking them if they’d still hang out with you if you were a worm, they were all waiting for what your next scheme for online engagement would be and who would get to be in the final cut of the team’s latest official video and who made it to the bloopers.

This latest one was a little far-fetched, but most of the team and coaches accepted your shenanigans and rolled with it.

Dating the Raccoons! An extensive series where we get to go on a date with each member of the team and coaching staff. A great chance at a first hand look at how your favorite athletes rest and relax!

solisstars

i need re9 leon to come home from his mission, pumped full of adrenaline, freshly cured, to fuck me like the winner he is

defvia

hell yes somebody pls write this 😞😞😞

princessaxoo

oop this just gave me an idea

defvia

omg pls tag me plsplsplspls

solisstars

i need re9 leon to come home from his mission, pumped full of adrenaline, freshly cured, to fuck me like the winner he is

defvia

hell yes somebody pls write this 😞😞😞

cametoile

act iv

the lens above you was focused, the red light blinking every few moments as it captured every second of what was happening on the bed below. leon, the man behind the camera, held a small camcorder in his right hand surprisingly steady despite the way his hips rolled slowly between your widely spread thighs. every thrust forward made your tits bounce beautifully, the sight drawing leon's attention away from the camera to stare down at the way they jiggled in sync with his hips. your moans filled the room alongside leon's low grunts that escaped every time his hips snapped forward, plunging his thick cock deeper inside your tight heat.

at first, leon wasn't all that keen when you suggested filming your own home video, as he wanted to savor you completely, without distraction— but as soon as he hit record, he felt his dick throb once he saw how beautiful you looked at his mercy. and god, were you a sight he absolutely wouldn't mind rubbing one out to— especially when he was away during a mission.

leon groaned low in his throat, the sound rough and hungry, pushing his hips into yours to bury himself as deep as possible. for a moment the camera dipped slightly as his focus shifted to your face. you were staring right where you were both connected, the sloppy, slick sounds of him battering your g-spot echoing alongside your breathy moans. he followed your gaze, watching himself disappear inside you and the way you clenched around him like you were trying to suck him back in whenever he dragged his hips back.

"fuck... look at that," he breathes, adjusting his grip on the camera to angle it downward, showing a close-up of his cock stretching you open, the creamy ring of your arousal coating the base of his shaft with every deep thrust. the camera captured every filthy detail— the way your folds clung to him, every slick sound of his cock sinking inside your heat, and the way your greedy cunt clenched and fluttered every time he dragged his hips back.

"so fucking pretty," he murmurs, pulling your hips against his rhythmically, rubbing soft circles into the skin as his eyes zero in on your two connected sexes.

he pushed back in hard, bottoming out with a wet smack that made your tits bounce, ripping a loud moan from your throat. he started fucking you in slower, heavier strokes, pulling out just enough for the camera to see everything before driving back in deep, grinding against your g-spot on every forward roll of his hips. the slow, yet sharp snap of his hips was undeniably intense, punching the air from your lungs whenever his throbbing tip kissed your cervix.

"eyes on the camera, baby," he commands, his hand sliding from your hip to cup your left tit, groping the soft flesh in his palm. he squeezed firmly, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple as he gave it a rough, appreciative knead. you moan softly, head falling back slightly when his thumb began to rub circles into the sensitive nub. your gaze finally shifted, glossy eyes focusing back on the lens above you as you moan out helplessly beneath him.

leon let out a deep sound of approval, hand leaving your breast only to grip your soft cheeks, squishing your face a little as he held your jaw, forcing your heated, fucked-out face toward the camcorder.

"that's it... look right at it," he murmured, lips curling up a bit as he kept you pinned in place for the camera. "you'll do anything for me, won't you, baby? yeah?" you mewl softly, biting your bottom lip as you nod desperately in his grasp. his thumb pressed against your lower lip, forcing it open and parting it slightly while he continued his slow, devastating thrusts, dragging his thick cock against your g-spot with every roll of his hips.

you whimpered pathetically, nodding as best you could in his firm grip. "yes, leon… love it s'much, please," he hums, thumb stroking your lower lip slowly before pushing it into your mouth.

"suck," he commands, and you eagerly take his finger into your mouth. you moan unashamedly around the digit, eyes fluttering slightly as your hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, holding him there as you sucked obediently. you hum, eyes closing as you fervently swirl your tongue around his thumb.

leon’s breath hitched, a deep, hungry groan rumbling in his chest at the sight. the way you so eagerly took everything for him, the way you clenched around him whenever he drove inside you impossibly deeper... he didn't think he'd be able to maintain this slow of a pace anymore.

"shit... fucking perfect," he rasped, voice strained and rough, his thrusts quickening impatiently as the camera began to shake ever so slightly. "you love it, baby? being my pretty little porn star? yeah?" he says, and when your pretty eyes flicker up to meet his, he knew he was done for. you were so eager, so needy, so fucking pliant for him, and it turned him on beyond belief. "god, you're just asking for it, huh?" leon groans, pulling out of you abruptly, earning a needy whine from you that vibrated around his thumb.

he moves quickly, pulling the digit from your mouth with a wet pop before setting up the camera on the nightstand next to your shared bed, adjusting the angle so he could see everything perfectly later. the red light kept blinking steadily from its new position, recording everything in full.

he turns back to you, eyes hungry and swirling with lust as he grips both of your thighs and roughly pushes them back toward your chest, folding you in half. the new position spreads you obscenely wide, letting him sink impossibly deeper. he positions himself back between your legs, dragging his tip over your folds and teasing your swollen clit before pushing back inside you in one full, forceful thrust. you gasp slightly, biting your lip at the fullness of his cock inside you again.

"fuck… yeah," leon grunts, gripping your thighs harder when he bottoms out. you whimper softly, eyebrows pulled together and cunt clenching desperately around his cock from how stuffed you feel. "feels good, huh?" he asks teasingly, absentmindedly rubbing little circles into your thighs before thrusting forward sharply. the motion draws a gurgled moan from you, back arching almost painfully at how deep he is.

the once slow, deliberate rolls of his hips quickly turned into desperate, hungry thrusts that slammed into you with purpose. the change in pace has him breathing heavier, jaw tight and eyebrows pulled together in pure bliss as he fucked his cock inside of you. you choke out a moan, hands flying up to his biceps as your gaze shifts to his piercing blue eyes. leon meets your gaze, eyes flitting down to your lips before smashing his mouth against yours in a filthy, desperate kiss.

the kiss is messy and heated as he swallows every moan you make, driving his hips into yours faster as his grip on your thigh tightens. he moans lowly, the sound muffled by his tongue that was intertwined with yours as he fucks you deeper, the slick drag of his cock stretching you open with every desperate snap of his hips. he doesn’t give you a chance to breathe, fucking you hard and deep, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. each thrust punches the air from your lungs and forces your walls to flutter wildly around his thick cock. leon breaks the kiss with a wet sound, right hand leaving your thigh to grip your jaw to angle it towards the camera next to you, capturing every filthy detail.

"look at the camera, baby..." he says, turning his head with you, staring directly into the lens right beside you, his face flushed and pupils blown wide with arousal. "yeah, that's it... just like that," his voice was low and rough, dripping with filth as he kept your jaw locked in place, making sure the camera got a perfect view of your wrecked expression. your eyebrows pull together, your eyes watering ever so slightly as you stare into the camera next to you, hands gripping leon's biceps to anchor yourself amidst his sharp, unrelenting thrusts.

"look so pretty getting fuckin' wrecked, baby," he tightened his grip on your jaw, fingers pressing into your flushed cheeks as he forced you to keep staring straight into the blinking red light. his hips slammed forward with brutal force, driving every thick inch of his cock balls-deep into your soaked, fluttering cunt. leon’s thrusts grew faster and more punishing, the wet slap of skin against skin loud and obscene. he could feel the way you were gripping him, your walls fluttering more often as he pushed past the tightening of your gummy walls.

"leon— god, fuck— i'm gonna cum," you gasped desperately, voice breaking as he pistons his cock deeper inside you. your eyes roll back slightly, the pressure in your abdomen slowly building as your walls flutter around his cock violently, throat dry and sore as you let out a string of desperate moans.

"yeah?" leon murmured, his voice teasing as he as he kept your jaw firmly tilted toward the lens. "camera’s really got you this worked up, huh?" he hums, a grin tugging at his lips as he gazes down at your form writhing beneath him. he tilts your chin a little higher toward the lens, thumb gently stroking your heated cheek, all while he drove his cock deep and against that spot that made your loud moans turn into breathless whimpers.

you nod deperately, moans high-pitched and airy as you listen to the filth that leaves his mouth. the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin grew louder as he picked up speed, pounding into you with relentless force. your tits bounced wildly with every punishing snap of his hips, and your walls fluttered and clenched around him like you were trying to milk him dry.

"yeah, yes— love it s'much—" you gasped, voice shaky and high-pitched. he suddenly tightened his grip on your jaw and turned your face away from the camera, guiding your gaze back toward him, your wide, watery eyes meeting his intense ones. his pupils were blown wide with lust, a thin veil of sweat covering his forehead as he stared down at you.

"yeah? you gonna cum for me, right on camera?" his hips never stopped their brutal rhythm, pounding into you with deep, punishing strokes that made your soaked pussy squelch obscenely around his thick cock. you let out a tiny whine, your eyes glossy as you tighten up around him, his words like a firestarter to your already burning arousal.

leon’s intense eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and commanding, refusing to let you look away even for a second. his grip on your jaw was firm, almost bruising, keeping your flushed, tear-streaked face tilted perfectly toward him while the camera continued recording every filthy detail from the side.

"answer me." he grunts, voice firm and dripping with lust as he slammed into you harder, grinding his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside. "you gonna show me how much you like it? huh baby?" he drawls. you could barely form words, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure as his thick cock stretched and ruined your dripping cunt with every thrust.

"mhmm, yes, leon— i'm— fuck, i'm cumming—" you blabber out, and leon quickly slides his free hand between your bodies, thumb pressing against your swollen clit. he rubbed firm, rough circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves while never slowing the devastating rhythm of his cock. your thighs begin to shake around him, the added stimulation making your moans turn into high-pitched whimpers and whines that bordered on sobs.

"that's it, baby," leon groans, his own orgasm building the tighter your walls gripped him. he thumb presses harder against your pulsing clit, rubbing slow, yet hard circles into the bud. "show me how much you love this." he says, hips grinding into yours with every forward thrust. his hand drops from your cheeks to roam down your body, pushing your right thigh to your chest to push himself deeper all while thumbing merciless little circles into your sensitive clit.

your eyebrows pull together in sheer pleasure, mouth falling open as you come apart under his touch. your orgasm is intense, walls clamping down around him like a vice as you grip his biceps hard. your moans are high-pitched and whiny, almost breathless as leon coos down at you, his own orgasm quickly approaching.

"fuck, there you go," he hums, drinking in every expression you make as the pleasure consumes you. his thrusts become erratic, determined to reach his peak that was quickly approaching. his grip on your thigh tightens, pushing your leg a little higher as he fucks you through your intense orgasm.

your clit pulses violently under his thumb, the once tight, fast circles that he traced slowing down but still as firm as they were before. your thighs trembled from the intensity of your orgasm, breathing heavy and labored as the pleasure begins to flow into the beginnings of overstimulation. you whine when leon’s thumb brushes over your sensitive clit, moving the digit up and down lightly, causing your cunt to grip him impossibly tighter.

"taking it so well, baby," he coos, leaning down to nestle his face into the crook of your neck, thumb finally leaving your clit. his forearms settle next to your head, thrusts turning shallow and quick while he breathes heavily against your neck. leon groans at the way your walls grip him, jaw clenching tight as his cock begins to swell inside of you. he presses his body closer, chest flush against yours, hips snapping with quick, needy strokes. his voice drops even lower, dripping with lust right beside your ear. "fuck— fuck, baby," he moans, eyebrows threaded together in sheer pleasure as he fucks into you relentlessly.

his hips stutter against yours slightly, a loud, guttural moan falling from his lips as his orgasm peaks. he completely stills, pushing himself as far inside your puffy cunt as he can as his warm cum floods your fluttering walls. you whimper quietly at the feeling of his throbbing tip pressing against your cervix, hot ropes of cum filling you up as he grinds his hips into you slowly, fucking you through his orgasm. his moans begin to quiet, the sound of his heavy breathing amplified against your neck.

leon presses tiny, short kisses against your neck, exhaling in satisfaction as he finally catches his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. he lifts his head slightly, sliding his softening cock out of your cunt with a wet sound. a thick trickle of his release immediately leaked from your cunt, and you grimace a bit at the feeling. leon, however, can't take his eyes off the erotic sight.

"fuck... why didn't we do this sooner?" he murmurs, easing off of you to reach for the camera that was still recording you both. before you can protest, leon's already angling the camera down to your used, freshly-stuffed cunt, capturing the way his thick cum slowly leaks from your swollen folds. the sight pulls a low, hungry groan from leon's chest. his free hand gently spreads one of your thighs wider, giving the lens a better view of his cum dripping out of you. "shit, baby, think you can go again?"

you groan in protest, hand moving up to shove the camera playfully, obscuring the lens. "you're impossible." you say, rolling your eyes at his insatiability. he lets out a breathy chuckle at that, finally shutting the camera off after consciously double-checking the video was saved then sets it aside on the nightstand.

just what have you gotten yourself into...?

nier’s note 🗒️: wow uhm yeah.. this took way too long to get out hello. lowkey forgot about this blog for a bit sry guys... anywaysss im back with another banger or whatever wish i actually had more motivation to write more than this hello!!! hope u all enjoy anyways x

gtgbabie0

💭 thinking about re9!Leon Kennedy threatening to shave his happy trail 18+ I’m insane about him oml

He’s standing at the foot of your queen-sized bed in a pair of boxers, having just gotten out of the shower. “I think I might need to shave this off soon, baby.” Your head instantly snaps up at his direction, dropping the book you were reading onto the mattress beside you.

You watch in silent horror as he runs his hand over the dark hairs that dust across his chest and down towards that delicious happy trail of his, his brows all pinched together in contemplation, even the thought of him considering it sent you into panic.

“Absolutely not. No,” you tell him, shaking your head in vehement protest as you shuffle to the end of the bed on your knees.

His eyes catch yours, and his frown softens into a grin. “Look at it, baby, it’s getting out of control down here.” He huffs in amusement, fingers still grazing over the coarse hairs, heart melting a little at the way your lips purse out into a frowny pout.

“It’s sexy, Leon.” You tell him, brushing his hands away from the sacred trail with a huff. “You’re not allowed to just shave it all off.” your fingers now toy with the waistband of his boxers.

He chuckles, cupping your cheeks between his big palms and tilting your head back. “Not allowed? What you gonna stop me?”

“No… but if you shave it off I-I-” you pause, wracking your sleepy brain for a suitable punishment, “I won’t have sex with you until it grows back.”

“Oh, fighting talk, huh? You wouldn’t last a week, babe.” He replies smugly, knowing for a fact that he’s not wrong. You barely survive when he gets pulled away by his ever-demanding job, always relying on those special homemade videos you both made.

You groan in frustration, and he coos down at you, running the pad of his thumb over your pouty lips to try and coax you to smile— but it doesn’t work, you seem genuinely heartbroken, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him just a little.

“C’mon… don’t look at me like that, baby, it needs taming.”

You don’t answer, but your expression turns determined. You lean forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a wet kiss right over the hard ridge of his abs. His fingers slip into your hair, tightening a little at the roots, your name catching in his chest as you drag your tongue back up his firm stomach.

“Oh Fuck-” his voice comes out hoarse, ragged.

“Promise me you won’t get rid of it.” You tell him, dragging sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to his V-line, and when he doesn’t answer right away, you pull back, scowling at him. “Promise me, Leon.”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise… I’ll keep it, s’all yours gorgeous.” He breathes out heavily from above you, dick already hard and twitching to life against the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Good.” You beam up him happily, tugging the waistband of his boxers down a little further with a lick of your lips.

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AN: is this a safe space to say I love big hairy men and women?

princessaxoo

ᥫ᭡ 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘣𝘧!𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘸: 18+ 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 (𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 20𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 50𝘴), 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵), 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘸.𝘬: 3.2𝘬

The hotel bar was quiet when you went down for a drink, still dressed in comfy gray shorts with a tee that you’d worn all day. Traveling to New York on a red-eye flight hadn’t been ideal, but your job hadn’t exactly given you a choice. Exhaustion clung heavily to you; your under-eye bags felt impossibly dark, and your eyes were still puffy from lack of sleep.

A drink sounded like the only thing capable of easing the stress weighing on your shoulders.

You ran a hand through your hair, the strands slightly tangled from the long day of traveling, and stepped up to the bar. Besides the bartender, there was only one other person, a man sitting a few stools away in a fitted navy blue long-sleeved shirt that clung to his broad frame, the sleeves pushed slightly up his forearms. Veins traced faintly beneath sun-kissed skin, and the expensive silver watch around his wrist caught the dim light every time he lifted his glass.

starberrymatcha

miniskirt diaries | 1, club diary

summary : leon and his growing obsession with miniskirts

tags : re9 leon, fucking against the wall, strangers sex, creampie??, wrap it before you tap it kids, he was in a dilemma too, slight size kink ig, younger reader 24/25 yrs old

notes : welcome to my new short mini series, seeing miniskirts and re9 leon kinda spurred this on so i hope you like it 🫶

credits to the owner of the photos and divider!

the first time leon met you, you were wearing a black tight miniskirt. its the first thing that he noticed under the flashing lights of the club, its like it was calling out to him that he couldnt take off his gaze on it.

before, he couldnt really see the appeal of a mini skirt. its almost like an underwear and he doesnt get why women likes wearing it. yeah, it looks good but just why? if you want to wear a short, just wear one. if you want to wear something close to an underwear, maybe you should go to a beach.

so, yeah he really doesnt get it but he minds his business, its womens fashion so he had no right to judge or whatsoever.

but seeing this person wearing a tight black miniskirt had him reeling and when the owner, you, finally turned around. leon swore his world stopped.

as he aged every year, he realized that nothing could really faze him anymore. everyday, he fights monsters and bioweapons, he's been drowning in guilt, blood and self pity most of the time. after years of it, most things simply stopped affecting him the way they used to but then he saw you.

he saw you standing beneath the flashing lights of the club, looking almost unreal as you moved with the music and the people around you.

your tight miniskirt hugged your body perfectly, drawing his eyes to the smooth length of your legs while you danced so freely, so carelessly, like the world wasn’t heavy on your shoulders at all. you looked content, alive and leon found himself staring longer than he should have.

he knew he wanted you.

when your gaze found his, you also knew that you wanted this devilish handsome man too. he looked like a sin while drinking his alcohol, eyes locked tight on yours. he was looking at you like a predator, ready to take you away and make him his. you gave him a smile, a slow teasing smile before turning around again as your friend twirled you to dance again.

leon felt a burning desire for you all night, he didnt even move in his seat. he was still talking to his coworkers of course but his eyes never really left yours, he kept finding you under the dark flashing lights of the club.

you werent that naive, you knew he was looking at you the whole time. you felt the weight of his stare at every move you take so you became bolder. you danced like nothing worries you, you swayed your hips as if you were seducing him and you actually are.

but all at the same time, you were having fun. this was girls night with your friends so having fun is the priority, seducing an old man was the second.

you kept dancing the night away that the next thing you know you were slammed against the wall in one of the private bathrooms of the club. your front against the cold wall causing you to shiver, your legs are spread but not that far because of the constriction of your miniskirt.

the place was expensive as hell, as it is a high end club in the city. everything is polished by marbles, dim lighting, and spotless mirrors that screamed luxury but the situation right now felt anything but clean.

there's just something so daring and dirty on having a man behind you and his hands are wandering to places that shouldnt be touched by a stranger.

your breath caught up in your throat when the handsome man behind you pressed your body more to the wall and one hand firm against your waist while his body pressed heatedly against yours. the tension between you both was dizzying, his presence was overwhelming in the confined space as the bass from the club outside continued to thrum faintly through the walls.

you gasped when he suddenly slapped the back of your bare thighs before soothing it. the pain was stinging that you cant help but curl your toes on the inside of your heels. youre starting to feel your panties getting damper at every second passes while the man breathes you in as he nosed at your skin.

leon couldnt believe that he finally had you after the teasings and lingering looks all night.

"you want this, hm? youve been swaying these sinful hips all night". leon said as his hands ran all over your thighs before moving on your waist. his fingers almost touched each other when he gripped it or his hands are really just that big. "you dont know how beautiful you look".

one of his hands then went down on your leg again causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. you sucked in a breath when his fingers crept down inside your miniskirt, almost dangerously close now to your wet covered pussy.

"please". you begged as his other hand massages your thigh, his calloused rough hand felt so good on your smooth skin.

"fuck, I shouldnt do this". leon quietly said as he rests his head on your shoulders as his hands never really moved away from your thigh.

he ached to touch you, and his bulge is already resting on your covered ass.

you whimpered and pushed against him causing him to groan. you dont want him to stop, you want him too and you need to feel him.

"sweetheart". he whispered as his fingers accidentally swiped against your wet panties.

you pushed against him again to feel his bulge as a response to his fingers and you gasped when his hand on your hips pushed you close on the wall again. he then moved his head and neared his lips on your ear.

"tell me stop, and I'll stop". he said as his breath hits your skin. he smells like alcohol but his cologne lingered around you causing another wave of wetness to pool on your damp panties.

"touch me". you said and you cried out when his hand completely cupped your mound. his fingers dug on your very wet panties as his ring and middle finger pushed it on your sopping hole.

"youre so wet.... so fucking wet". he groaned as he rubs you through your panties, his fingers are all sticky and gooey now. "all this for an old man like me?".

leon cant help but hump against your mini skirt covered ass when he felt you clenching against his hand and fingers.

"a-all for you". you whined as you tried to move your hips against him but his grip on you was so tight.

"what a good girl you are, sweetheart". he pressed a kiss on your sweaty cheeks and before you knew it, you were already screaming his name while your body moves against the wall and your hands trying stay up on it, to avoid you falling down.

he was hitting it from behind, your lace panties is already long gone and in his jacket pocket, leaving it there while your legs are spread a bit as he pummeled inside you. his cock was so warm and big, it gives a dirty squelch everytime he pulls in and out.

you were moaning and crying simultaneously at how good he feels, he's hitting every spot that you couldnt even reach with your own fingers and his grip on your waist is painfully good. everytime you clench on him, he groans from behind you and one of his hands sneaked under your top to grope one of your boobs.

"a—a-ahh, please. its so g—good". you whimpered loudly when he suddenly gave a particular hard thrust.

"you feel so good, best pussy— shit, thats it, give it to me". leon moaned when you unceremoniously clenched against him when you felt him throb. "fucking mini skirt".

a satisfying feeling bloomed inside you when you heard him cause this really proved that your miniskirt was really the reason. you kept in mind that you should thank your friend later for helping you decide that you should wear the miniskirt tonight.

you whined when you suddenly felt him pull out but stopped when he grabbed your arm to move you and your back hits the wall. you looked at him and you swore you got so lucky tonight cause this man is way too handsome.

he looks like a hot mess with sweat on his forehead that makes his hair stick to it, he was breathing heavily and his lips are pink.

he then grabbed your leg and held it up against his waist before slipping inside you again. you gasped at the sudden flex on your legs and his cock stretching your walls, he moved his hips sloppily as the sound of skin slapping echoed through the bathroom.

you felt your sweat running down on your neck as he held you against the wall while drilling his cock, and hitting that spongy wall inside. you cried when he kept hitting it harshly as if he's trying to build a home inside while your hands came to clutch his broad shoulders.

he didnt want to leave.

"wanted this, didnt you? saw you kept looking at me, sweetheart". he said while a low growl vibrated on his chest as he watched your face contort in pleasure. "you just want some cock tonight".

you nodded as you sobbed when you felt him throb inside you again. you moaned when he finally lifted you up in his arms, a really close to a mating press on the wall.

god, he's so strong.

"i—i-m close". you cried as you hugged his neck as his hips moved a bit more faster and he felt you tightening up.

"cum for me.... cum for me, sweetheart". leon groaned as he pressed you on the wall as he buried his cock deep inside you and spurted his cum through the condom while you came too.

you rests your head against his stubbled cheek as you both rode out your orgasm, you could feel your cum foaming and dripping out on the floor. you body shook as you still felt him shooting his cum inside of you while he just adjusted you in his arms.

leon had this sickening thought and a question if what would you feel if he didnt have the condom on? he knows it must feel so good.

when your breath started to get even, leon pulled you away from the wall to carry you over by the sink to let you sit there. his arms were still around you when your butt hits the sink.

his arms felt so big and warm around that you didnt want to let go of him when he started to pull away.

"you came a lot". you quietly said as you nuzzled against his stubbled cheek.

he responded to you with silence as he felt his cock twitch when you clenched on him again, just for funsies.

"sorry". he said and when you finally pulled your head away to look at him.

leon cant help but think that you really look beautiful.

you gave him a soft smile, as if you just didnt had the roughest fuck of your life.

you then told him your name while your fingers mindlessly tuck some of his hair behind his ear.

"im leon". he said as his hands rubbed on your waist.

"take me home, leon". you whispered against his lips with a clench of your pussy again and you pressed a sweet kiss on this stranger's rough lips.

inkribbonstudios

I don't give up that easily!

defvia

this scene is so fucking hot it makes me wanna fuck him while he ride that motorcycle fr

leonslolita

The perfect seat doesn't exis–

ginsvault

𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞... ˚˖𓍢ִ໋♡

summary: Leon had planned to propose properly: flowers, dinner, the perfect speech. But after nearly dying in Spain with only your name in his mind, he realizes the perfect moment doesn’t matter anymore. Only coming home to you does.

warnings: re4!Leon x reader, established relationship, proposal, emotional hurt/comfort, Raccoon City trauma, mentions of injury and blood, Leon’s past trauma, references to parental substance abuse, nightmares, RE4 events, Las Plagas/infection mention, near-death thoughts, angst with a happy ending, soft intimacy mentioned but not explicit, marriage talk, children talk, Leon being deeply in love and emotionally wrecked, english is not my first language.

wc: 3.1k

author’s note: This was requested by @xfadesposts in here and I actually CRIED while writing it because I’m so weak for emotionally destroyed for yearner Leon. I hope I make you guys feel as much as I felt with this work. Thank you so much for reading and for being patient with my requests. I’m slowly working through them, I promise. ♡

I reccomend you to listen to Turning page of Sleeping at last for the part when Leon comes home spotify youtube 🖤.

tags: @defvia @causeofmykoophoria 🪽

Leon remembered Raccoon City for many things.

For the rain falling over a city that was dying in plain sight, while no one could do anything to save it, even though he tried with everything he had to stop a tragedy that had been doomed to spiral out of control from the moment it was planned.

But above all of that, he remembered you.

It didn’t make much sense, maybe. Not when that night had been made of death and monsters that seemed pulled straight out of some sick nightmare, monsters that had once been innocent people, victims of a fatal fate. It didn’t make sense either because he had barely been a rookie cop, full of dreams that were ripped away from him in a single night. Leon S. Kennedy had walked into Raccoon City believing he was about to start a life, and in just a matter of hours, that life had been buried beneath broken glass, dark hallways, and corpses rising from the floor.

And then he found you.

You were hiding in one of the back rooms of the police station, your back pressed against the wall, one hand clutching your side, your eyes wide with pure terror. There was blood on your shirt, on your fingers, along the trembling line of your jaw, but you weren’t infected. Leon knew it before you could say anything. He knew it from the way you were breathing, from the human, clean fear on your face, from the way you tried to move away from him when he came in with his gun raised.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he told you then, slowly lowering his weapon.

You didn’t believe him at first. How could you? That night, everything that moved was a threat.

Leon crouched down in front of you carefully, his face stained, his hair wet from the rain, his blue eyes filled with a sincere kind of concern, though not enough to make you stop shaking.

“Were you bitten?” You shook your head quickly.

“No. Someone pushed me against a window, and I-I cut myself.”

He swallowed, looked at the wound, and then looked back at you, unable to understand how you were still conscious after how deep the cuts were and how much blood you had lost. He bandaged you as best as he could — badly, probably — but even so, he did it with gentleness, murmuring for you to breathe, telling you that you were doing so well, that it was okay, that he was going to get you out of there.

And somehow, he did.

Life after Raccoon wasn’t easy for either of you. You carried your own nightmares: the memory of empty streets, the wound burning at your side, Leon’s hand holding you up when your legs almost gave out. He carried something darker.

Leon didn’t talk much about his childhood.

At first, you didn’t ask either. Over the years, you learned to recognize those wounds in the little things: in the way he tensed whenever someone raised their voice too much, in how uncomfortable he looked around any kind of affection he didn’t know how to return, in the way he punished himself for mistakes that hadn’t even been his. He had a complicated childhood, losing his parents to substance abuse.

And then you came along, stepping into his life like a ray of sunlight through a window that had been closed for years.

Not because you were perfect, but because, even after everything you had been through, there was still something warm inside you. You were beautiful in a way that left Leon breathless, yes; with the kind of beauty that made people look twice, the kind that seemed to light you up even on the days you didn’t realize it yourself.

For years, the two of you kept getting to know each other. At first through slightly awkward phone calls, nervous messages, and meetings that seemed casual even though neither of you truly felt them that way. You would meet for coffee, go on walks, talk about small things. Sometimes you laughed, and one thing led to another.

There wasn’t one exact moment when Leon realized he had fallen in love with you, but one of the biggest signs was when he started noticing that he thought of you when something went right, and also when everything went wrong. Or even the simple fact that he wanted to call you after a mission just to hear your voice.

And one night, after having dinner together, he walked you to your door. It was cold, and you had your hands hidden inside your sleeves, while Leon couldn’t stop looking at you, the nerves written all over his face.

“What?” you asked, with a shy smile.

He shook his head, but he smiled too. That small, embarrassed smile of his.

“Leon…” you said, giving him an even warmer smile.

“It’s just…” He ran a hand through his hair, nervous. Leon Kennedy, who had survived Raccoon City, who had faced things no human being should ever have to see, was standing in front of you like a boy who didn’t know what to do with his hands. “It’s just that I like you.”

You went still.

Leon let out a low, humorless laugh, looking down at the ground for a second before lifting his eyes back to yours.

“A lot. And I know everything is complicated, but I don’t want to keep pretending I only meet up with you because we have something in common, or because of Raccoon…” He stopped, swallowing hard. “I meet up with you because I’m dying to see you.”

You didn’t know who moved first. You only knew that, all of a sudden, you were kissing him.

It was a clumsy kiss at first, soft. Leon touched your face, and you moved closer, and then he let out a breath against your mouth that sounded like years of restraint finally collapsing on top of him.

After that, Leon asked you out in such a Leon way that it still made you smile whenever you remembered how beautiful it had been.

He showed up with a bouquet of peonies, your favorites, because once, months earlier, you had mentioned almost without thinking that you found them beautiful, that there was something delicate and full of life about them. And Leon had remembered.

He also had a simple ring with him, a delicate, pretty piece. He gave it to you with his ears slightly red and the most vulnerable look you had ever seen on him.

“I don’t know how to say this, but…” he told you. “I just… I want to do this right with you. I want you to know I’m serious.”

You looked at the flowers, then at the ring, then at him.

“C-can I be your boyfriend?”

Leon turned even redder. You laughed, and he smiled in that way he only did when you were the one making him feel safe.

“Of course, Leon,” you said, with a smile that showed all your teeth.

From then on, you became his anchor.

You were the person he came back to when everything fell apart, the one who reminded him that he was still human when his job tried to turn him into a killing machine, the one who touched his hand in the middle of the night when nightmares tore him out of sleep.

Your first time together was just as imperfect and beautiful as everything about the two of you.

Neither of you really knew what you were doing, not truly. There were nerves, soft laughter, hands trembling a little, and tenderness in every single gesture. Leon asked you several times if you were okay, if you wanted to stop, if this was alright, looking at you as if you were something sacred, as if he was terrified of hurting you even when you assured him that you trusted him.

Leon held you carefully, kissed you, and made you feel wanted in every possible way. And when it was over, he didn’t pull away from you as if it had only been desire. That night wasn’t perfect because either of you knew exactly what to do. It was perfect because you loved each other with an enormous kind of honesty.

And for a while, Leon allowed that happiness to exist. After so many years, he let someone into his life through things as simple as your clothes in his laundry basket, the scent your shampoo left in his shower, mornings when he woke up before you and stayed there watching you sleep, wondering what kind of twisted miracle had led someone like him to end up with someone like you.

Sometimes, he thought about marrying you.

He thought about a quiet house far away from the horrors that seemed to chase him no matter the country, a dog sleeping at the foot of the bed, finding you in the kitchen, kissing the back of your neck, listening to you complain about some everyday little thing as if life had never been cruel to either of you, he even thought about having children.

Before leaving for Spain, Leon had already bought the ring.

It was beautiful, with a diamond, tucked inside a velvet box inside a drawer that Leon opened and closed like an idiot every time he was alone.

He had planned to ask you when he came back.

Not before, because he didn’t want to leave you with a promise in your hand and the possibility that he might not be able to keep it. Leon knew far too well what it was like to wait for a phone call that could destroy your life, so he left without saying anything. He kissed your forehead, promised you he would come back, and took the ring with him.

But Spain was worse than he had expected.

The mission began with the search for Ashley Graham and ended up becoming a descent into another kind of hell. Leon moved through mud, blood, and screams in a language he only half understood, his gun always ready and his body running on instinct.

But his mind kept coming back to you.

It came back to you when he washed his hands in freezing water and saw that the blood wouldn’t fully come off. It came back to you when Ashley asked him, during a brief pause between horrors, if he had someone waiting for him back home. Leon didn’t answer at first. He only adjusted the magazine in his gun and looked into the darkness.

“Yeah,” he said at last, his voice quieter. “I do.”

Ashley didn’t push, but she smiled a little, as if that answer was enough to understand something important.

Leon thought about how much you loved it when he brought you peonies and you saw them in a vase in the kitchen first thing in the morning. He thought about the night you had fallen asleep on his couch, your cheek resting against his thigh and one of your hands holding his.

He thought of you when he almost died.

When pain tore through his body and the infection tried to turn his thoughts into something foreign, Leon clung to your name like a rope. Sometimes he repeated it inside his head. Your face appeared to him in the most absurd moments: between gunshots, between running, between being slammed against damp stone walls.

When he passed out before knowing he was going to be cured, you were the only thing in his head. He was angry at the thought of leaving you alone, angry that he hadn’t been strong enough to make it back to you. But when the pain grew so intense that he could barely even feel hatred anymore, he found himself satisfied by the fact that, even if his life had been condemned to tragedy, he had had you. He would die knowing what it meant to love and be loved by someone unconditionally.

Finally, when Leon was cured thanks to Luis’ work, he started to believe in fate, or in any kind of religious entity if one truly existed. Luis’ death had been a tragedy, but maybe it was also a sign that Leon had been given a second chance at life, a second chance to come back to you.

When it was all over, when Ashley was safe, Leon didn’t rest. His body was exhausted, covered in wounds, but he could only think about one thing, getting back to you.

He didn’t remember the drive clearly. He only remembered the steering wheel beneath his hands, the road stretching ahead of him at an almost reckless speed. But after spending days believing he might never see you again, every traffic light, every curve, every second away from you felt like an offense.

The ring was in his pocket, he had stared at it for a moment before he started driving, still carrying the marks of the mission on his skin and his heart beating violently against his ribs.

He had planned something better. In his mind, there had been flowers, probably peonies again, dinner, a speech. But Leon no longer believed in waiting for the perfect moment. The perfect moment was a lie life used to steal the things you wanted to say.

When he knocked on the door of your apartment, it was an impossible hour of the night.

You opened it with messy hair, your face still marked by sleep, fear breaking through your eyes the second you saw him. Because Leon was there, yes, alive, but he was also pale, exhausted, wounded, with such a broken expression on his face that your hand flew to your mouth.

“Leon…”

He didn’t say anything at first. He only stared at you, as if he needed to make sure you were real, as if everything he had endured in Spain had been for this exact point: you standing in the doorway, breathing in front of him, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

You took a step toward him, but before you could touch him, before you could hug him, before you could even ask where it hurt, Leon dropped to his knees in front of you.

“Leon!” Panic shot through you.

You crouched down immediately, thinking he was collapsing, that he was worse than he looked, but he lifted one hand, stopping you with trembling gentleness.

“No. No, I’m okay. I’m…” He swallowed, and his eyes filled with tears before he could pretend otherwise. “Fuck…”

Your breath caught when you saw him pull the small box from his pocket.

The world went still again, like the night you met, like the day he showed up with peonies and a simple ring, nervous and beautiful, asking you for a chance. Only now, Leon was looking at you like a man who had almost lost everything and had decided never to keep quiet again.

“I had a speech,” he said, his voice breaking. “I had it planned before I left. I was going to do it right. Take you to dinner, buy flowers…”

A tear slipped down your cheek.

Leon opened the box, and the diamond shone beneath the warm light of the hallway, so beautiful it almost looked unreal between his fingers, which were still covered in tiny cuts.

“But I almost didn’t come back,” he continued. “And all I could think about there, every time I thought I wasn’t going to make it out, was you. I could only think that I couldn’t die without seeing you again.”

You covered your mouth with one hand, trying to hold back a sob.

Leon took a deep breath, but everything about him was shaking: his voice, his hands, his shoulders. That man, the one who had survived Raccoon City, monsters, and wars no one would ever know about, was kneeling in front of you as if you were the only thing capable of destroying him.

“I’ve wanted a life with you for a long time,” he said. “And I’m scared to admit that, because every time I’ve wanted something real, life has found a way to rip it away from me. But you… you’ve been my home since before I even knew I needed one.”

Your face crumpled completely, he swallowed again.

“When I found you in Raccoon, you were hurt and terrified, and I still remember looking at you and thinking I had to get you out of there. I didn’t know why it mattered so much. I didn’t know anything about you. But there was something in you that was still alive in the middle of all of that. Something good. Something warm. And over the years…” He smiled faintly, his eyes bright. “Over the years, you became the best part of my life.”

Leon glanced down at the ring for a second, as if he needed to gather his courage.

“You’ve seen me at my worst. You’ve seen the parts of me I try to hide: the anger, the fear, the nightmares, everything I don’t know how to say without saying it wrong. And yet you love me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to explain what that did to me.”

You were already crying, unable to stop yourself, so was he.

“I want to marry you,” he said, more firmly, even though his voice was still broken. “I want to wake up with you every day life allows me to. I want a dog that will probably hate me and love you more. I want to argue about stupid things. I want to make you coffee. I want to watch you grow old. I want…” His voice cracked. “I want a life. With you.”

Leon lifted the ring toward you.

“And if someday we can, and if we feel ready, I want children with you too. Not because I think that would fix anything. Not because I think love erases what happened to us. But because when I look at you, for the first time in my life, I think maybe something good could come from me. From us.”

You crouched down in front of him, unable to stay standing any longer.

Leon let out a trembling breath when your hands cupped his face.

“You don’t have to say yes right now,” he rushed to say, as if fear had caught up with him all at once. “I know it’s a lot, and I know I just showed up here in the middle of the night, looking like hell, and this isn’t fair to you. I just needed to say it. I needed you to know because I almost—”

You didn’t let him finish.

You kissed him.

It was a kiss salted by tears, clumsy from urgency. Leon made a small sound against your mouth, something relieved, and let you hold him as if he could finally set down the weight he had been carrying. When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Leon went still.

“Yes?”

You laughed through your tears.

“Yes, baby. I want to marry you.”

For a second, Leon didn’t react. He only looked at you as if he hadn’t understood, as if his exhausted mind couldn’t process that something this good was actually happening.

Leon slipped the ring onto your finger with trembling hands. It took him a moment, because he was crying, his vision blurred with tears, and because you were shaking too. But when the diamond settled on your finger, beautiful and bright, the two of you stared at it as if it were more than a piece of jewelry.

You hugged him then, tightly, careful not to hurt him, and Leon sank into you as if he had been waiting for that embrace since Spain, since Raccoon, maybe even long before that. He buried his face in your neck and breathed in deeply, once, twice, three times, as if he needed to convince himself that he had really made it back.

And for the first time in a long time, Leon believed that life gave second chances because you existed.

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A New Purpose pt. 3

Part one and two.

Pairing: agent!Leon x agent!reader

Word Count: 18.1k

Summary: The horrors of Raccoon City never fail to disappoint. When something terrible happens, you fear will break you forever, your superior, Leon Kennedy, is there to make sure you don't fall apart. But when your own life is threatened, he's barely hanging on himself.

Warnings/notes: MDNI, horror, blood and gore, violence, gun mention, emotional distress, death of a child, appearance of Chris Redfield, protective Leon, jealous Leon, age difference, older!Leon, very slow burn, a lot of angst, first kiss!, mentions of smut, no use of y/n, author's first language isn't English

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chris and leon fighting like a divorced (old) couple

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