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sum; being inexperienced meant you didn't know your true limits. being with Leon meant you wanted to push those limits.
content; size kink, unprotected sex, overconfident!reader, sort of bratty!reader, inexperienced!reader, there's a hint of Leon being pushy/mean, but in a consensual way (idk how to tag that LMAO), squirting, a little degrading, no specific leon era for this one, this is really just pure filth because I drove myself insane last week LMFAO
wc; 3.5k
a/n; GOD, this choice was hard, guys... im so sorry to those who chose chris for my poll, but I hope this & my last chris post made up for it!!
AWWHH SO CUTE 🥹 his hair falling is jus perfect ugh
☁︎⋅ (18+) rookie!leon is insatiable
“leonnn, I c-can’t-,”you sobbed, tears streaking your face.
your head rolled back into the pillows as leon thrusted deeper. he had you on your back, his arms holding your legs apart. his cock was buried to the hilt inside your puffy pussy.
he hasn’t stopped thrusting. not after your pussy clenched around him like a vice the first, or third time. not after your nails clawed into his back, guaranteed to leave marks. not even after you started crying.
“no no no no, baby, please,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck. “I wanna cum- baby, please, I’m so so so close!”
poor thing. your pussy was spasming violently around him, desperate to milk his cock. it wasn’t until a gush of squirt splattered against his lower abdomen that he slowed down.
leon whined, high and needy, watching as you made a mess on his cock. he leaned up, his eyes hooded as he looked down to where your pussy was stretched around his cock. your clit was twitching. “you made a mess,” his voice cracked.
as if his cock wasn’t enough, his thumb reached down to rub your clit. small circles pressed against the swollen pearl. “messy girl…” he murmured. “I’m doing good, huh?”
his hips moved slower, but god, he was going deeper. his cheeks were flushed a soft pink as he fucked into you. “you like it, baby? you gonna cum again?” he moaned.
“nghh…! yes, I like it!” you cried out. his large hand rested against your lower stomach, right over the bulge of his cock.
“fuck, you can see it right here,” he said, his thumb tracing the imprint of his cock in your womb. “look, baby, you can see me inside you.”
your cunt betrayed you, clenching and gushing all over again. a creamy ring of cum formed at the base of his cock. leon winced, your pussy feeling tighter this time. he bit his lip, his thrusts faltering.
“f-fuck…!” he whined. one final thrust before he held you against him. hot, white ropes of cum filled you up. heavy breathing filled your ear.
leon pulled away, pulling his cock out to watch his cum drip out of you. you whimpered, feeling it glide down your inner thighs.
“think you can take one more?” he smirked at you.
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Forever Night Stand
(RE9 Leon Kennedy x Female Reader)
Summary: You move to a new city, preparing to start your new job at the DSO. On one evening, you decide to go out for a drink to ease your mind. You end up hooking up with a handsome stranger, thinking it’s just a one-time thing. However, on your first day at work, you discover that the handsome stranger is actually your new superior
Warnings: Age Gap (Reader in her thirties, Leon around 50) SMUT, MDNI, unprotected sex, P in V, Leon talking you through it, Leon is being a praise king here, mentions of being a good girl ;), oral (female receiving)
A/N: Hello my sweethearts. A moot of mine requested this personally and told me they would love a spicy story with Leon being the readers boss/superior, and tbh this is what came to my mind. It took me a while to complete this, but it already has a special place in my heart. I kinda think Leon is a soft dom here, while still being a gentleman. What do you think? I let you decide! Now, this story is yours and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do. Much Love, Shell xo
PS: Well, can anyone guess the inspiration behind the fic title again? Hehe it should come as no surprise, lol
I wonder what it was like sleeping with Leon once he came home, rejuvenated by Elpis. Cured, healed, literally de-aged.
His fixed posture is immediately noticeable when he holds you tight in his arms. His back is straight and not slightly leaning over you. His core feels much firmer. Before, you had to mind hugging him too tight or else he'd lose his balance.
Now he's a rock solid wall.
He kisses you like he's in his twenties again. He hoists you up effortlessly. No sound comes from his lips. No grunts of effort. Just tossed over his shoulder all casually.
He's unsarcastically rough with you. Not rough rough, but for a man his age, and of his health (as far as you knew) this was not your husband. You haven't been kissed this harshly, held this tight in years. You don't remember him getting it up this quickly since you were in your twenties.
He's needy, and he's on top of you, with no regard for his legs or back. The pounding between your thighs is relentless. One split second, you're filled to the brim, and the next, empty. And then you're full again before you process. And then you're empty. In. out. in. out. in. out. It's so fast, and for a change, you're clawing at his back, pleading him to slow down, when typically, it's the other way around.
Glimpses of your loving, gentle husband is still there as you're being fucked like a porn star. His hands grasp yours, his fingers curl around yours like he's holding a bundle of sticks, unable to be bothered to twine your fingers--his forehead dips just above yours to gently touch, and rub your noses together, giving your bruised lips a break.
Your hips are literally off the bed--he's lifting your hips and angling you. It's so overstimulating it's almost painful. He's fucking you like he hates you, but muttering to you like a confessional.
"I know, honey--I know, I know--I'm sorry--I'm sorry--I need you--fuck...--I need--"
You didn't even need your "assistance" that night. Postmenopausal hormones were pesky (and Leon had no problem lending you a hand. Or a wand.) but this was the first time you had not one, but a string of organic orgasms since your thirties.
"Come on, one more, honey... One more.."
Leon decides he'll tell you about Elpis once he's finished.
The question is when will he finish
I just rejected someone because he wasn’t leon kennedy
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Take All My Love
leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: to your chagrin, you get partnered with an irritating DSO agent who happens to take an interest in the case you're working on.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, re9!leon, fbi!reader, age gap, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blow job, p in v, spanking, choking, finger sucking, brat taming, praise kink
wc: 10k
a/n: obsession's gotten so bad i started having dreams about him <3
also on ao3!
There’s a man sitting at your desk.
You’d arrived at work a little before 9, steaming cup of coffee in hand and a stack of case files tucked under your arm haphazardly. It was only until you’d heard the curious, hushed whispers that you’d realized your desk was currently taken, occupied by an unfamiliar man clad in a leather jacket.
Were you being relocated? Promoted? Demoted?
A barrage of thoughts flits through your mind as you approach your desk slowly, mentally preparing yourself to give the man a piece of your mind. The man doesn’t even flinch when the case files drop onto your desk loudly, your coffee cup following soon after as you set it down roughly before crossing your arms over your chest.
“Can I help you?”
PLEASE I NEED RE9 LEON SO BADLY IK HE WPULD LOOK AFTER US SO WELL PLSSSSS
I cant
જ⁀➴ Aftercare with RE9!Boyfriend!Leon ᝰ.ᐟ 18+
Leon wasn’t a stranger to hard work or long distance— he was trained for it, quite literally. That’s why he cherishes his time at home, with you, why he settles for nothing more than to worship every inch of you in bed.
He’s gotta make up for the lost time somehow, right?
And fucking you into the mattress until the only thing on your mind is him… is exactly how he does that, and he’s damn good at it too. He knows your body like he knows his way around a gun; it’s second nature to him. He knows exactly how to coax those breathless moans from your perfect lips and how to get you to arch up into him, when to press deeper and when to ease up, how to bring you over that edge and keep you right on the brink.
He gives it to you good, so it’s only logical that he takes care of you after he’s done fucking you dumb.
“You always take it so good, baby,” he coos against your shoulder blade, where he brushes a series of feather-light kisses, his lips trailing slowly down your spine— his stubble whispering against your flushed skin. “You okay, hm? not too sore?” he almost sounds proud of himself.
“A little achy, it’s a good ache though.” You hum into the pillows from where you’re lying on your stomach, face buried into the silk— your voice lazy and a little muffled.
“Good, means I did my job right,” you can feel his lips curl into a smug grin as he presses his face into the nape of your neck— his big palm running over the curve of your hip. “c’mere, let me hold you.”
Your body, heavy and boneless, relaxes into his big warm arms— he had joked one time that they were shaped to hold you, just like this, with your head tucked under his chin whilst his fingertips run nonsensical patterns up and down your spine in long soothing strokes, his touch grounding you in the moment, his heartbeat under your ear.
“Want me to go run you a bath?— reheat that pizza?” he murmurs against your temple, brushing a kiss to your hairline as you tilt your head to gaze up at those baby blues of his that the warm lamplight catches.
“Mm, in a minute… just wanna look at you first,” he smirks at your needy response, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through your hair, a silent 'I'm here' in his touch.
“Don’t think there’s much to look at… m’just wrinkles now baby,” he says, a faint chuckle catching in his deep voice.
He watches you roll your eyes at him, in that fond way you do whenever he says or does something ridiculous and god does he just thrive off of your little expressions— it’s free ammunition, that frown you get between your brows and that pout to your lips of yours that he loves to kiss right from your mouth.
You huff, muttering something about him ‘ageing sexily’ as you press a kiss to his stubbled jaw, then another to the corner of his mouth, lingering for a moment. “You’re still my man.”
“Damn straight I am, baby, all yours.” He beams, pride warming behind his ribs and bleeding all through his chest as he hauls you closer to him— dragging your thigh across his hips, your soft curves pressing up into the hard planes of his body like puzzle puzzles. “My girl,” he whispers as if to remind himself, bumping his nose against yours before stealing a slow kiss that has you melting further into him with a pleased noise.
Your fingers thread through his salt and pepper hair, smiling against his mouth when you feel him lean into your hands with the faintest hum— his forehead dropping to yours.
“I’ll build you that bookshelf tomorrow, after I make you breakfast.” you feel his voice rumble through his chest like distant thunder as he speaks, low and yet impossibly tender— always tender with you. “Right now, I’m gonna run you a bath and get some food in you.”
And all you could do was nod, humming a grateful thanks. His words weren’t up for debate, not when it came to looking after you.
AN: oh my god writers block has been beating the shit out of me lol. I’m watching someone play Re9 and got the sudden urge and wrote this <3
if you love me, keep it to yourself.
tw. HUGE ANGST. married! leon. cheating. p in v. ada bashing (sorry). smut. smoking. alcohol use. fingering. crying. crying during sex. HUGE yearning. title from vacillator - ethel cain.
You always knew Leon would never be with you. No matter how much you wanted him. Wether its sitting on your balcony with a cigarette between your lips after a long day at the DSO, lying in bed with a pillow between your legs to ease the thoughts of him, or seeing Leon walk past your desk everyday.
Nothing was going to change.
You were friends once. He brought you coffee on your first day and you baked cookies for him in return. Sometimes you can still see the crinkles around his eyes softening when he took a bite, joking that you should be a baker instead. He personally asked for you on intercom during missions and when things got too much he’d drive you home, hesitating at your front door until he decided maybe he needed comfort too and you both held each other until you fell asleep.
He’d never talk about it and you’d never asked questions. Thats the way it was and that was good enough.
Until you shared that stupid cigarette. Leon was never a smoker but the view from your balcony was pretty and leon finally- for once in his life- felt relaxed. You lit it, took a drag and passed it to him. Knuckles brushing as he took it between his fingers and his lips wrapped around the filter just like yours.
Leon wondered why you would choose to slowly kill yourself with these things but soon found comfort when he realised maybe you’re just as broken as him. Cigarettes or drinking, it’s all the same. A distraction.
So he leaned over and kissed you. Dubbing out the bud while your hands gripped onto him like you never wanted to let go, teeth clattering as he layed you down on the bed with his body flush against yours. You wanted to crawl into him, hide from the beasts of the outside world and never come out.
You like to think leon made love to you that night, the way he whispered sweetness into your ear as you stretched around his cock and held you in his arms until morning.
Whatever way Leon was capable of love, you wanted it.
Things changed after that, he requested sherry for intercoms, wouldn’t look at you during office hours and stopped driving you home. messages late into the night asking him to come over got left on delivered and you slept less and smoked more.
Its Wednesday, downpour splashes against the DSO office building distracting you from editing files that need to be ready for tomorrow. Your desk is a mess, old stained coffee cups leaving rings on paper that you cant be bothered to clean, trash full of scrunched up drafts and dark bags under your eyes.
You look a mess.
Leons been out on a mission for a couple days, you could hear sherry talking to him over intercom sometimes from her cubicle. It makes you sad to know that used to be you.
Thankfully he’s back today and you’ve decided you’re going to question him. ask why he’s pulling away, what you did wrong? Why leon kennedy wont even look at you.
The words on your computer become a blur and your just about to go for a break when the loud thud of boots make you perk up.
Its Leon. His dark leather jacket wrapped around his bulky frame, tight shirt underneath and matching trousers. His dark hair falling over his eyes- less dark circles under them. He looks good. Extremely good for being on a long mission.
He doesn’t look at you once, just walks over to sherry with his smirk as she smiles up at him. You’re not one to stick your nose in places it shouldn’t be but when sherry yells “congratulations!” and wraps her arms around Leon, you cant help but raise a brow.
He moves a chair next to hers and sits down, hand on her shoulder with his back to you and sitting on his finger is a ring. Not just any ring, it’s a wedding band.
Your chest is tight and your lip starts to wobble as you deflate in your chair. Leons married. Leon Kennedy just got married while you were on the sidelines waiting for him to come back.
Your fingers logging you off the computer and grabbing your bag as you stand abruptly, practically running out the office with your head down. A few people throw glances but you don’t care.
The elevators broken so you take the stairs, nearly tripping over your cheap heels until your outside under the overhang protecting you from the rain. Rummaging through your bag you blink away tears as you reach for your lighter. DSO agents don’t cry, so you hold it in as you light a cigarette, wiping a tear using your palm and taking a long drag.
You’d never take Leon as a man to settle, picturing him living the white picket fence life made you sick and now it’s true.
He’s settled, he’s moving on and you’re stuck.
Nothing changes.
You lean against the wall with weak legs, smoke filling your lungs and nicotine feeling like a lifeline as you pinch your bag tightly. You’ll take the bus home, buy another packet of smokes because you’re almost out and take a break from work.
Just as you think your figuring out, the emergency exit swings open and your back to square one. Leon walks out, blue eyes contrasting with the upcoming storm as he walks over to you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed next to you.
You don’t know what to say, you cant even look at him.
“It’s ada.” He says.
“What?” your voice sounds pitched, your trying to sound okay.
“Me and ada. We got married. I was never on a mission.” He turns to you, watching your body stiffen.
You should’ve known really, Ada wong and leon kennedy make sense. The history, the rumours of her actually joining the FBI. The whole incident in raccoon city. An image of leon tangled in sheets with ada flashes through your mind.
“Congratulations.” You mumble, throwing the dub on the floor and rubbing it into the concrete with your shoe. Your stomach is tight when you think about sherry- your friend, lying to you. Leon lying to you.
“I was going to tell you.. i just didn’t want to hurt you.” Leon mumbles, shoulder brushing yours. He sounds sincere.
You huff, teary eyed as you finally look at him.
“It’s a bit late for that.” You whisper and you think his eyes soften before he stands straight, looking back at the downpour.
“Let me give you a ride home.”
“I don’t want-“
He reaches over before you can argue anymore, taking your bag between his fingers and nudging his head towards his car.
He begins walking before you can protest and you follow with shaky legs, rain dampening you both as he unlocks his doors, scrambling inside.
The ride to yours is silent just like you expected. Leon keeps looking over at you like he’s worried. His hands on the wheel, ring catching in the light like it’s taunting you.
He slows to a stop outside your front door but you cant move. you want to ask him questions, talk more. You know it’s wrong to invite him in, he’s married now and being caught with you after… whatever you were isn’t appropriate.
“Do.. you want to come in for a drink?”
Leon stiffens, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turn white and his jaw tenses. You’re not needy and definitely not one to get on your knees, but for a yes you’d do anything right now.
He hesitates and you think back to the night he told you about raccoon city, how he couldn’t save everyone and how guilty he feels. How he hesitated then too. He’s so closed off now.
Leon nods and before your shoulders sag in relief you’re both getting out the car, locking it behind him and walking up the stairs.
The apartment door opens and Leon shuts it behind him gently as you take off your heels, wincing at your aching feet.
“You okay?” He asks. No.
You nod throwing your bag down as you walk to the kitchen, Leon following after you like a lost puppy though he’s slept here many times.
Digging through your cabinets you grab whiskey and two glasses, bringing them to the rusted table and chairs on your balcony. The rain has stopped now, dark grey clouds cover the sunset.
Leon sits down with a grunt and you do the same opposite him, he pours the whiskey as you light up a smoke.
“I wish you’d quit that-“
“Im happy for you, really-“
You both cut each other off and leon huffs, taking a long swig of his drink as he leans back into the chair, legs squeaking under his weight.
Leon studies the glass in his hand, turning it slightly. The ring flashes again, you wish it wouldn’t.
“I meant what I said,” you add, softer this time. “I am happy for you.”
He nods, but it’s delayed like the words had to fight their way through something thick before reaching him. for a moment he looks like the version of him you used to know.
“I didn’t think you’d invite me in,” he admits, your shoulders tense and you take a long drag, stubbing the ash into your ashtray.
Your chest feels tight. “I didn’t think you’d say yes.”
The cigarette burns low between your fingers. You crush it out more forcefully than necessary.
“Why did you come, Leon?” you ask. “Really.”
“I wanted to see you.” he says, and you feel like you might throw up.
Your breath catches just slightly. Enough that he notices. of course he does.
“That’s not fair,” you whisper.
“I know.” he mumbles, setting his drink down as he turns to face you.
“You could’ve spoke to me in the office.”
“I know.” He repeats sterner, dark hair shagging over his eyes from the light breeze.
You’re trembling now, gripping your fingers so tight they start to ache.
“I was waiting-
Before you can even get the words out Leon’s all over you, gripping the back of your neck with his palm to kiss you, teeth clattering as you breathe him in.
His tongue slips past your lips but you pull away, hands on his shoulders as you head drops to his chest, your panting against his neck as he kisses and suckles your neck, holding your hair between his fingers.
“Leon..”
“I know.” He whispers as you nuzzle into him.
This isn’t what you planned and you feel terrible. It’s so wrong but Leon isn’t stopping and Ada’s case file flashes through your mind. You’re sad and jealous, so you’ll take what you want. just this once.
You know you’ll both regret it in the morning as you connect your lips with his again, shoving yourself into him until he picks you up, teeth clattering as he shuts the balcony door with his foot, all his attention on you. finally.
He groans against your mouth as you claw his back, dropping you down on the bed until he’s dry humping you through your pants.
Your hands reach down to unbuckle his belt as he pulls your top above your head, unclasping your bra and throwing it away as he leans down to suck and lick your nipples, chest arching into him while he kicks his trousers off.
He pulls away swiftly, standing above to you pull off his boxers, pretty clean shaven cock slapping against his toned abs. pre cum drips from the tip and you sit up on your elbows as he grips your chin. His eyes following his thumb trailing your bottom lip.
“You don’t even realize how beautiful you are.”
Leon mumbles, trailing his hand down your throat until he pulls away.
You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off.
“Turn around.”
Your eyebrows furrow, doe eyes staring up at him but he’s looking at your lips. How could you say no to that? When everything you’ve ever wanted is standing in front of you, who are you to deny?
So you do, turning around on the bed until you’re on all fours, back arched.
“F-fuck.. leon.” You whine as he pulls down your trousers and pants in one, throwing them away. Your pussy’s leaking slick down your thighs as he presses a thumb to your hole, kissing the back of your spine when he presses his thumb in.
You buck into his hand as he groans against your neck, adding two more fingers until he’s knuckle deep, pumping in and out in and out until you’re a moaning mess.
“Think i’ve prepared you enough.” He whispers, kissing the shell of your ear softly as he pulls his fingers out of you, clear slick dripping from your cunt.
Leons hand plants firmly against your middle back, pressing your face into the bed as you grip the bedspread between your fingers while he notches the head against your hole.
You both moan as he rubs the tip around your clit before bottoming out, balls slapping your cunt as he leans over you, breathe fanning the back of your neck.
“L-Leon mmf..-“ you whimper but he doesn’t respond. Your face smushed against the bed as he starts pounding you hard, ass rippling with every thrust, drool slipping from your lips.
“Fuckin’ tight, just like i remember.” Leon groans, pummelling you into the bed hard.
Your hand reaches behind your back, giving him the grabby motion but he doesn’t intertwine your fingers. You turn your head to see Leon groaning behind you, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks. Sweat dripping down his forearms.
He’s not looking at you. His eyes are trained on the area where you both connect. You whimper when you realise and stray tears start to fall from your eyes.
You’re crying because you want him to look at you desperately. And because you know this isn’t love, this is goodbye.
A few quiet tears later and you’re clenching around his cock, whimpering as you coat his cock with your wet slick and soon after he’s coming inside you. Warm spurts of cum shoot into your pussy as he leans his damp head against your back, panting into your skin until he pulls out.
You wipe your tears quickly and if Leon has noticed he hasn’t said anything. Instead he just moves to lay against the headboard, chest rising and falling quickly as he pulls you into his arm, your cheek layed against his sweaty chest.
He’s looking up at the ceiling and your lip trembles against him.
“Im sorry.” You whisper.
“I know.” he mumbles through ragged breathes. “go to sleep.”
Sunlight peers through your open curtains as you squint, groaning at the sore feeling between your legs.
Rubbing your eyes you sigh before turning to the other side of your bed.
Its empty.
Leons gone, just like you expected. you don’t hold it against him, you cant.
You grab your phone, going through your contacts to realise his is gone. He must’ve gone through your phone and deleted it while you slept.
you know its for the better.
Swinging your legs to dangle off the bed you sniffle when you notice a brand new pack of your favourite cigarettes and lighter planted on your nightstand.
He remembered.
i wrote this while listening to ethel cains whole perverts album and it broke me. brb gonna crawl back into the dirt i came out of. 🤍
“I lose interest when you supposed to be my peace and you start becoming my problem”
waking up next to older leon kennedy and giving him a lazy blowjob to get rid of that rock hard morning wood he’s got hiding in his shorts… he’s barely awake and muttering a dozen of fucks and sweathearts under his breath… him hugging you from behind and warming his cock inside your pussy. you switch positions and get on top to roll your hips with his arms around your back, pulling you closer to his chest so he can suck on your nipples. then he fills your cunt up to the brim with lots of his sticky warm cum to start off the day. call that #breakfast.
sum; re9!leon is far too busy with paperwork and reports, he forgets to pay attention to you, so you have to distract him yourself.
content; implied age gap, oral(m!receiving), riding, unprotected sex, slightly subby leon(?) but he gets his bearings pretty easily, reader is petty/spiteful at first, leon and his fuckass reading glasses cuz hes an old fuck, both are equally horny for each other cuz who wouldn't be
wc; 2.9k
widowed! leon kennedy who proposed to you the day you turned eighteen, freshly nineteen himself, but so sure and so in love that he wastes no time
widowed! leon kennedy who didn’t have much money, but helped you make your bouquet out of wildflowers and grasses while he kissed your cheeks and picked petals from your clothes
widowed! leon kennedy who felt his heart hammering in his chest when he heard you say “i do”, who scooped you up and kissed you in front the the court officiant since neither of you had any family to invite
widowed! leon kennedy who bought you a simple diamond ring, who swore he was gonna get a new job and buy you everything you could ever want and need
widowed! leon kennedy who let you leave the day before him while he went out with his academy friends to drink at the bar
widowed! leon kennedy who found the scene that forever haunts him, dark red blood stained on fresh carpet, carpet he’d never step foot on before then, who saw the blood soak into the floorboard
widowed! leon kennedy who weeps over you, who almost let’s your infected corpse kill him over having to hurt you, who gets sick when he heard the bullet pierce your cracked skull
widowed! leon kennedy who buried you in the town you two first met, under and old tree with your initials carved into them, something you two did after your first six months together
widowed! leon kennedy who wears your ring around his neck on a tight chain, who never forgets you, never forgets what he is living and fighting for
widowed! leon kennedy who sits besides a framed picture of you when he eats dinner, the few times he’s home to do so, who quietly murmurs to you about his day, staring longingly at your twenty-one self who would never age alongside him