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i love reading books and fics, playing videogames & watching tv shows. in love with too many fictional people .ᐟ
masterlist of recommendations. ★
✦ books.
percy jackson and the olympians / heroes of olympus.
percy jackson.
jason grace.
leo valdez.
✦ video games.
the last of us.
joel miller, part one.
joel miller, part two.
joel miller, part three.
ellie williams, part one.
ellie williams, part two.
abby anderson.
jesse.
the legend of zelda.
link.
red dead redemption.
arthur morgan.
john marston.
resident evil.
leon s. kennedy, part one.
leon s. kennedy, part two.
claire redfield.
jill valentine.
✦ tv shows.
the summer i turned pretty.
conrad fisher.
criminal minds.
spencer reid, part one.
spencer reid, part two.
aaron hotchner.
bridgerton.
anthony bridgerton.
gilmore girls.
jess mariano.
gossip girl.
nate archibald.
✦ movies / comics
marvel.
bucky barnes.
loki laufeyson.
peter parker [tasm].
peter parker [mcu].
logan howlett.
erik lehnsherr.
hi, i'm aali! welcome to my masterlist of fics and pieces that i have written and will be writing. feel free to view them as you please ♡
🧸 about me.
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⤷ i mainly write for leon s. kennedy.
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🚏fics.
𖦹 Sleep Tight (RE4R Leon Kennedy | nsfw)
𖦹 Priorities (RE9 Leon Kennedy | nsfw)
𖦹 Finally Homebound (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Gentle Awakenings (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 On Top of the World (RE9 Leon Kennedy | nsfw)
𖦹 Wishlist (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Hold Me Tight (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Party for Three (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Handyman Husband (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Boyfriend Duties (RE4R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Nurse Off Duty (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Taking Baby Steps (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 A Bundle of Three (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Sweet Tooth (RE4R Leon Kennedy | nsfw)
𖦹 A Little Loving (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Between Briefings (RE4R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Can't Help Myself Around You (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
🚏series.
಄ Letting It Linger (RE9 Leon Kennedy)
⤷ Part One
⤷ Part Two (coming soon!)
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hey baba I have a request 🫡 I have been YEARNING to see a re9 leon fic where him and y/n are at the office late doing whatever DSO does, and it eventually leads to playful banter, which eventually leads to confession of feelings where it’s like: “I liked you back then,” & “I like you now.” EEK anyways just a suggestion 🫰🫰
can't help myself around you 𖦹 leon kennedy.
⤷ summary: it was one of those late nights in the office where it’s just you and leon left behind. you do anything but the paperwork you’re supposed to accomplish and instead fall into a conversation that uncovers something you’ve been feeling for a while—which leads to leon finally admitting his feelings for you. (3.4k words)
⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader
⤷ genre: friends-to-lovers, extremely mild angst, slight slow burn
⤷ tags: RE9 Leon Kennedy, reader is his mission partner, reader is in her late 20s/early 30s, slight mentions of wounds and bleeding, unspoken feelings, leon is slightly emotionally constipated but they resolve it in the end
🚏masterlist
You barely notice the other agents and employees filtering out of the office floor some few hours ago, leaving to go home to their families, or just their own, barren apartments.
Glancing at your wristwatch on the table, the time read 10:39 in the evening. A slow, exhausted sigh leaves your lips, especially when you begin to feel that subtle ache in your lower back from sitting on your desk for hours on end now.
The culprit? An unfinished report.
It was an oversight that you weren’t intending to neglect, but it just so happened it slipped from your mind without you even noticing. After all, it was one mission after another, and you’ve practically lost count on how many times you’ve gotten deployed in the past six months whether locally or halfway across the world.
It was routine at this point. Expecting the next call, the next briefing, the next report waiting to be written. You’ve thrown yourself into the rhythm of work, and being in your prime meant you were in this constant momentum that rarely had you home just in time for dinner (with yourself).
But it was eventually catching up with you. You’ve only realized how exhausted you were when you slumped against your swivel chair, which was no less uncomfortable for your back and shoulders that were beginning to feel stiff as the night carries on.
You stretched your arms outward, cracked your knuckles, and resumed typing away in your company-issued high-tech laptop.
“I’m back.”
You nearly jolt in surprise.
That low, gravelly voice has you turning your head, craning your neck as you look expectantly at the corridor. Leon emerged holding two cups of coffee, mirroring the same exhaustion you held in your body, though he’s more subtle about it than you were.
He approaches your table and places the cup of coffee near your hands. His fingers brush against yours lightly, and you feel a subtle tingle in your skin, which you ignore before he notices anything. It wasn’t the first time he lingered near you—why did it feel a lot more different right now?
“Thanks,” you say instead, reaching for the cup and sipping from the lid carefully, grasping the temperature. “How’s your report doing?”
Leon’s desk was right across yours, with a half-wall dividing the cubicle. While yours was filled with different memorabilia from your missions in different countries along with a few photos were pinned on the corkboard you kept behind your laptop, images of you and colleagues over the years, Leon’s desk was almost devoid of anything, except for the occasional souvenirs you got for him, and that one framed photograph he’d kept hidden away, which you’ve always been curious about.
The swivel chair creaks as he sits on it, leaning back while the laptop screen illuminates his face in the dim light of the office floor. It was just you and him now. All your other colleagues went home long before the sun was down.
“Halfway through it,” Leon answers you. “I’ve got a thing or two coming up if I don’t submit this tomorrow.”
You huff out a sound—something half-amusement and another half-sympathetic. Because you knew your superior would expect more from you and Leon. “Remind me again why we forgot about this report.”
Leon shrugged, before straightening up, squinting slightly as he returned to his laptop. “After getting constantly shot at for two days straight, paperwork wasn’t exactly my priority,” he replied, before the familiar click of his keyboard began filling the air.
“You mean near-death experiences don’t motivate you?”
He clicked his tongue, his gaze zeroing on his screen. But he looked slightly amused. “Shockingly, no.”
You laughed softly into your coffee cup, and from the corner of your eye, you caught the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at Leon’s mouth, as though he’s amused that you’re laughing at him.
Setting your cup aside, your fingers find the keyboard once again, the words blurring as you try your best to weave coherent sentences together. You and Leon fall into a rhythm of keyboards clacking and the occasional sigh every couple of minutes, either out of exhaustion, dread, or a mixture of both.
Despite the grueling task of finishing this report, you find the silence comforting. Without having to say anything at all, you know Leon’s in this with you, as you are with him. Somewhere along the road, the lines blurred around being mission partners into good friends, and eventually, the lines had ebbed away slowly into something more meaningful.
Something far more dangerous than the bioweapons you’ve encountered had unraveled between the two of you, and you know when and where it began, but the how completely slipped past you, because you don’t exactly recall feeling something for Leon other than mutual trust.
But it was that mission in Romania that completely changed things.
It was the first time you had gotten terribly wounded, with a piece of shrapnel wedged on the lower side of your abdomen. You were bleeding profusely just as Leon hauled you up and held you close until you were quickly and safely extracted from the rendezvous point. At that point, you were losing a lot of blood, so when he helped you up to the chopper, he had you lying down on the floor, pressing against your wound to stop the bleeding.
The image was vivid inside your head. The blurriness around your eyes, the black spots lingering in your vision, but all throughout there was an anchor tethering you to the world. Leon held you tightly when he pulled the shrapnel out of your skin, and you distinctly remember the fear that lingered in his gaze when he heard that cry tearing from your throat.
He stayed beside you. Even when they wheeled you into the hospital, he stayed close—close enough that the doctors knew what happened to you because Leon was practically shoving the information into their hands, anything to get you urgent care and attention.
Leon disregarded his own well-being for yours, and it was a sacrifice he was willing to make, just so he knows you’re there for another mission, for another time of braving through the monstrosity of the world with him. It was a close call—the blood loss could’ve seriously taken you away from him, and that thought scared him more than he’d like to admit.
You have become an integral part of Leon’s life without you even knowing it. You have blended seamlessly into the routine he’s built for years on the weak foundation of isolation and individuality. It all started with one mission. And another. Until he’s realized he had fallen for you the way a person would fall asleep—slowly and then all at once.
What’s not to like about you? You were so full of life, so independent and brave. You weren’t just an idealistic agent, you knew how bad things would get and braved through the storm with him. Even when he was being difficult and stubborn, you’ve worked hard along with him with that no nonsense attitude of yours that Leon found incredibly sexy.
Somehow, you’ve managed to get under his skin as he’s gotten under yours. But you’re sitting there, unaware of the fact that the reason why Leon couldn’t finish the damn report is because he’s thinking of you, sitting across from him with your pretty, lower lip being bitten by you as you focus hard on the report in front of you.
“Something on my face, Kennedy?” You ask him suddenly, breaking him out of the bubble of thought he’s been floating on for a few minutes now. “You’re staring.”
Leon huffed out a sigh. He’s been caught. “I wasn’t.”
“Yes you were.” You tilt your head to the side as if deciphering his expression. “You’ve been staring at me for like… thirty seconds.”
Leon leans back in his chair, looking rather unimpressed. “That specific, huh?”
“You’re dodging the question,” you counter, a small smirk plastered on your lips. You like knowing you could get him flustered, even when he tries to hide it beneath a thin veil of ignorance.
His eyes flicker briefly toward the unfinished report on his screen before returning to you. “I could’ve been thinking, you know.”
That piques your interest. “About what?”
There’s that slightest pause, and that pause lingered and meant a lot of things all at once. You almost hold your breath while waiting. Waiting to see if he’ll admit that he was most likely thinking about you, as you were thinking about him too.
“Work,” Leon says after a second.
You snort softly at his deflection. “Yeah, sure. Thinking about work while staring at my face for almost a minute? You’re not so slick, agent Kennedy.”
Leon shrugged, before the corner of his lips pulled up in a lazy smirk. “Mocking a federal agent feels unwise, you know.”
“A federal agent who got caught staring?” You grin this time, feeling amused at the way he’s trying to avoid the conversation with his usual dry humor.
He lets out a breath, almost a laugh but not quite. “You’re enjoying this too much. Don’t you have a report to finish?”
“Don’t you?”
You watch as Leon pursed his lips. “Fair point,” he concedes.
There’s a silence that takes over you. It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but you felt as though the air was thick with a lot of things unspoken, and somehow, the atmosphere felt conducive enough for you to prod, if Leon would allow you to poke at the privacy of his thoughts, if not his feelings.
“But really… what were you thinking about?” You ask him after a second, your voice softer this time.
You observe him—he pauses, his face illuminated by the screen of his laptop, highlighting his features which you can’t help but inspect more closely, thoroughly. As if he alone was the subject of your thoughts.
“I was thinking about Romania,” he confessed after a heartbeat.
You swallow hard. You and him were both thinking about the same thing.
Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat, trying to act all unbothered. “What about Romania? Did we miss something in the report?”
Leon shakes his head. “No, no… we didn’t. I just… I was thinking about how I…”
“How I almost lost you.”
The air was thicker than it already had been. This is the first time you’ve heard him admit something to you that wasn’t an oversight or a mistake he might’ve made during his missions. No, this felt more raw—something unguarded and intimate in a way that it almost made you feel like you weren’t supposed to hear it.
At the same time, the words felt as though they were meant to be heard by you. And only you.
“You didn’t lose me,” you exhale a quiet laugh, as if trying to diffuse the situation. But when you look at Leon’s expression, you suddenly realize that you being wounded affected him more than he let on. “I just happened to have a misstep and it almost cost us our directive.”
“Fuck the directive,” he muttered under his breath. “You were bleeding. A lot. You were barely conscious and you had wounds all over you—”
“Leon—”
“And I should’ve been paying more attention when we left the building. But I didn’t. I was too confident that we’ve gotten what we came there for, and you got hurt because of my complacency.”
You fall quiet in front of him. Suddenly, the report didn’t matter. The deadlines didn’t mean anything to you, not when you’re being exposed to the vulnerability in Leon’s entire demeanor—something you hadn’t seen before.
He blames himself for what happened in Romania.
You haven’t noticed it until now, but in your recent missions, he’s become more cautious. More careful. Always taking the lead in leaving and entering premises and making sure he’s covered all the bases before he declares an area as clear or safe. You almost pointed it out, wanting to say that he didn’t have to hover or worry about you when you’re more than capable, but hearing him now, your perspective shifts entirely.
“Leon, I’m okay now, I swear.” You tell him reassuringly. “I’m healed. The doctor cleared me after two weeks, didn’t he?”
“Doesn’t make it less frustrating to think about.” He answered, his voice low and quiet, as if he’s resigned to himself.
He looked so torn. Almost at war with himself in a way you’re not used to seeing. You hate being the reason for it, especially because you rarely see him like this. In fact, this might be the first time he’s shown you this side of him that you never thought existed.
It rattles you more than you expect.
“You didn’t lose me,” you say, quieter this time. “If you did, I wouldn’t be here with you.”
Leon exhales a short, quick breath. “I almost did. To me, that’s as good as losing you itself.”
Silence envelops you again.
You don’t recall how your conversation shifted from just some playful banter, to something more serious. All of a sudden, you feel as though you were in the wrong for asking, for pushing further. It fueled your guilt, because you didn’t know what to tell him. You were completely flustered by the gravity of his words that they almost passed as a confession to you.
You decided to stand up, the wheels of the swivel chair scraping lightly against the floor. Rounding the corner, you come close to him, carefully, as though you were approaching a delicate situation. Which you were, in a way.
Leaning against the space on his desk, you fold your arms across your chest. You watch as Leon avoids your gaze, brows furrowed and lips set into a tight line as he looks anywhere but you. He’s avoiding you again. Retreating.
“Don’t do that,” you murmur. “You say all these things to me and then you’re suddenly just… pulling away.”
“I’m not avoiding you.” Leon stated as a matter of factly. His expression softened just a bit when he finally decided to glance at you. “I just… I worry about you often.”
You shifted your weight a bit, until you were nearly sitting atop his sturdy desk. “I know.”
Unable to stop yourself, your eyes linger around his desk. Your eyes find that framed photograph behind a few stacks of folders and paperwork, and you reach out to it instinctively. A knot forms in your stomach when you realize what that photograph was.
It was a picture of you and Leon before you got deployed halfway across the world. You stood next to him, and he had his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders, while he had his free hand in a thumbs up gesture. Both of you were in your mission clothes and gear, all small smiled and reluctant gazes.
But it felt… almost intimate. Almost deliberate, as if he’d wanted you to see it.
You set it aside immediately, a flush creeping up your cheeks, just as your heart begins to race. Why does he have that photo?
He notices your reaction almost immediately.
Leon stands up, the swivel chair moving back as he suddenly crowds your space. His hands are flat against the surface of either side of your thighs, and his head was closer to yours than it ever was before. Hands braced against the desk. Still far, but a considerable new development from your usual proximity.
Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, and you suddenly feel your heart skip a beat. His eyes don’t leave yours this time, as if finding courage to face you.
“You don’t know anything,” he murmured, his eyes flickering from your face to the picture frame you’d set aside. “You’ve kept me up at night more than you think. Especially after Romania.”
A pause, and then his voice drops slightly. “I kept asking myself what is it about you… that makes me lose control like that.”
“You lose control because of me?” The question slips past your lips before you even stop yourself from saying it.
“All the time.”
Another wave of silence settles between the two of you again. This time, it was heavier. Not awkward, not distant, none of those things. It felt thicker than ever, almost having you run out of breath without intending to.
It was just… charged. With something you weren’t ready to accept, but you were willing to explore. You try to breathe, but it feels completely different now. Even though there’s ample space between the two of you, it feels as if you’re trapped in a box with him, and there’s no way out until you find the answers yourself.
“Leon…” your voice comes out quieter than you initially expected. “That’s not—” you cut yourself off, suddenly unable to figure out what to say next.
You have absolutely no idea what you’re trying to say. That it’s too much? That it doesn’t make sense at all? That maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t feel that way towards you? The problem is that you do believe him. And that’s worse, because now, you’re compelled to confront the feelings you’ve thought you’ve buried a long time ago.
Leon exhales a slow breath this time, like he’s only just realizing what he’s said out loud. His hand shifts slightly on the desk—not retreating, but not advancing either. He’s mindful of your space, even though he wants nothing more than to be close to you right now.
For once, he looks unsure of himself. “You asked.” He says quietly.
A beat of silence elongates into another, before you speak again. “When did it start?”
That makes him pause completely. As if the question lands somewhere deeper than the others, as if he isn’t expecting you to suddenly explore the confession he just admitted to you. Leon’s eyes flicker to yours again, and you can see exactly the way his pupils dilate just by looking at you.
“Romania,” he says finally. “But before that… there was already something there.”
It’s a simple answer, but it changes everything completely. You knew deep within your heart what transpired in Romania. The close proximity. The easy camaraderie between the two of you. Until you got wounded, and he never left your side ever since.
“You’re telling me that this has been going on since then?” You find the courage to adjust your position, your hand falling flat near his own. Your fingers brush, and you inhale a sharp breath.
Leon doesn’t answer immediately, but when he does, it’s quiet. “I tried not to think about it.” he admitted. “I kept telling myself it was just proximity. It was just us and our shared missions.”
A humorless breath left him. “It made sense at first, until it didn’t. It was you getting hurt that changed things for me completely. I shouldn’t have waited around to watch you almost bleed to death to accept the fact that you and I, there’s… something there.”
“What does that mean?” You prod, your voice barely above a whisper in the quiet floor of your office.
“It means… I stopped lying to myself about it.” He finally admits. It was only a couple of words, but it hit you more than it should have.
Leon pauses, and then, “you know, I… I liked you back then.”
It knocks the breath right out of your lungs. You swallow hard, your heartbeat thrumming louder beneath your chest in his confession. You tried to ignore the way he says it—as if it’s in the past and nothing more in the present and the future, but it’s his next words that completely take your breath away.
Your eyes meet. There is a certain intensity in the way Leon looks at you, as if he’s trying to understand what’s going on inside your mind right now. His gaze searches yours, and you unconsciously bite your lower lip, to which his eyes follow the moment almost deliberately.
“And I still like you now.”
Your breath catches, but you don’t look away.
Your heart feels as if there’s a bird trapped inside a cage, begging to be broken free from its confines. The words vanish from your tongue, and you know you should say something, but even forming a single syllable feels a great amount of effort from you right now.
Overwhelmed by emotion, you decide to do the one thing your brain has been telling you to do over the last couple of minutes. You lean up, your head tilting slightly as you push yourself towards him just a bit. Leon’s eyes widen when he sees you moving towards him.
“Don’t do something you’ll regret,” he whispered, and you can feel his warm breath fanning over your lips.
You look down at his mouth, before you gaze up at him. “Never.”
The space between you collapses on its own, and Leon’s defenses crumble before he can even blink.
Then, without warning, you meet him for a kiss.
⤷ a/n: i've been in a slow burn mood lately, and this feels a bit similar to a fic i've written, but i think this is more direct to the point, which is also straightforward in its own way. i did enjoy writing this, so i hope you enjoyed reading it as well 🫶 it's a bit over the word count i initially intended to write, but i just couldn't help myself haha
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description: you were just trying to rush home after a long day at college when a cute rookie cop pulls you over. -> leon kennedy masterlist
The sun had long laid below the horizon, a few stray stars glimmering through the light pollution fogging Raccoon City’s rainy skyline.
You were honestly just trying to get home from college and back to your apartment as fast as possible so you could finally take a hot shower and forget about the shit day you just had.
Mayybe you were working the accelerator a little too much, the needle on your dash spiking from 1,000 to 3,000 rpm every time God blessed you with His slowest driver and you had to rapidly switch lanes.
You normally wouldn’t speed, but considering there weren’t a lot of people on the long stretch of almost neverending highway on this weeknight and there weren’t any cops hiding in the shoulder lanes, you figured going 10-15 above the speed limit wouldn’t hurt…right?
You were just about a mile away from your exit…to home, to your boiling hot shower and satisfying skincare routine, to lounging in bed and unwinding, when you saw the cursed flash of blue an red light up your rear view mirror.
“Shit,” you muttered, heart skipping a beat as you quickly turned your hazards on and pulled over to the shoulder lane, the cop car behind you following suit.
You took a deep breath, rolling down your window and remembering to place your hands on the wheel to prevent any accusations for ‘reaching’, hoping you didn’t look to your left and see some Sergeant SquareJaw from bumfuck nowhere and a defective body cam hovering outside your window.
You dared to glance in the rear view mirror. You could almost make out two figures sitting in the squad car behind you.
Behind the wheel, a more matured silhouette. In the passenger seat, an officer with a more boyish frame.
The older officer seemed to be explaining something as the younger one nodded intently.
You tapped your fingers against the wheel and stole a few impatient glances at the clock on your dash, “Take your time…” you huffed.
Almost on cue, a sandy haired officer hopped out of the car.
Oh shit, he’s kinda cute, you thought, squinting to discreetly get a better look.
Much to your suspicion, he was young, maybe around your age. He was pretty tall too, 5’10 maybe with a nice muscular frame.
You took another shaky breath in as he approached your drivers window, hoping he would go easy on you.
He smiled politely when he met your nervous features,
“Hi ma’m, how are you doing?” He asked, the warmth and air of sincerity in his voice catching you off guard.
He really was cute. Up close, his face was kinda doughy and adorable, a stark contrast from all the other officers you’ve seen milling around.
His steel blue eyes were soft and curious, the police lights casting a glow on his profile that accentuated the outline of his face, like the slight cleft on his chin and bottom lip.
Maybe he was a rookie?
That would explain him taking a few reassurance-seeking glances back at his partner every so often.
“I’m good,” you responded, voice laced with nerves, “How’re you doing?”
“I’m doing alright,” he chuckled softly, the sound making you chest flutter a little, “So uhm, where were you headed tonight?”
“Oh, I was just…heading home from college.”
“Okay,” He gently nodded.
It was only then you realized the poor guy was just standing out in the rain.
“Oh, do you want an umbrella?” You offered, “I have one in my car.”
He shook his head, “Oh I’m good, thank you. This uniform had me overheating earlier anyway,” he shrugged with a chuckle.
You nodded, and could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, adjusting his stance, seemingly growing a little nervous himself.
“So, do you know why we pulled you over tonight?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it shut again.
“To…chat in the rain?” You murmured with a shrug, not wanting to admit to your minor offense just yet.
The tension on his face melted as he broke into a soft and amused laugh. Your shoulders unfurled at the sound, death grip loosening against the wheel as you couldnt help but quietly chuckle yourself.
He cleared his throat, trying but failing to wipe the grin off his face as he regained his composure.
“That too,” he said, “But the reason my partner pulled you over was because you were going 65 in a 50 mile per hour zone,” he explained calmly.
“Oh okay,” you gulped, fiddling with the loose seam on your steering wheel.
“Can I see your license and registration please?” He asked.
“Of course! Can I reach for my bag and the glove compartment?” You hesitated, “…everything’s in there.”
“Go for it,” He gave you a reassuring nod, his fingers tapping idly against your car where his hand leaned against.
You got your license out first, hands still a little jittery as you then rummaged through the glove compartment, before pulling out a small stack of papers.
You honestly didn’t know which was which, but you hoped he could atleast figure it out.
He grinned softly, taking it from you, “Thanks ma’m, I’ll go ahead and scan these real quick, just sit tight.”
You nodded, but his steps faltered and he turned back to hand you the top most paper on the stack.
“Oh—don’t wanna steal your notes,” he chuckled, handing you a folded piece of handwritten notes from one of your classes.
“I don’t even know how that ended up in there, I’m so disorganized today.” You huff.
“Oh I get it, trust me,” Leon hummed, waving a dismissive hand, “My cars a mess. I’ll be lucky if I can even see the flooring under all my stuff.”
The both of you chuckled, before a comfortable silence lulled over you. Maybe he was just being vigilant, but you still felt a little shy at the way his soft gaze flitted over your face.
The both of you jolted at the sound of a short honk.
He glanced back at the cop car where his partner sat behind the wheel and blinked as if he remembered he was on duty.
“Oh right—“ He said, you tried not to giggle at the flush rising to his ears, “I’ll just go ahead and—yeah,” He sputtered, before beelining back toward the squad car.
You sure hope your grin isn’t wiped off your face if he comes back with a fat ticket.
Man, you should’ve just eased off the gas, you really can’t afford a ticket right now.
After a few moments of anxious waiting, you see him get back out of the car.
And yay, that cute little grin on his face told you that you weren’t in trouble. You hoped.
He gently handed you back your belongings, “Since everything came back clean, I’m just gonna let you go with a warning. Sound good?”
You sighed in relief, slumping against your seat, “Thank fuck.”
The rookie snorted, and your eyes widened once you realized what you just said.
Cursing in front of an officer isn’t illegal…right?
Of course it isn’t.
Whatever, you’re so damn tired.
“I-i mean thank you officer…” you squinted trying to read his name tag.
He straightened, looking down at his slightly tilted badge and fixing it, “Oh, it’s Kennedy—Leon Kennedy.”
“Okay, have a nice night and stay warm Officer Kennedy.”
“You too,” he grinned, “drive safe alright?”
“Sir yessir,” you nodded.
He chuckled, shaking his head before heading back to his car.
Once you finally pulled onto the road, you made damn sure to stay on the speed limit.
You certainly didn’t wanna meet that blue eyed officer cutie again…you think.
“you’re terrible,” leon groaned, his hands on your hips to guide you back and forth on top of him. his legs were spread, head slumping back in his seat.
the windows were covered in a film of condensation, evidence of your egregious activities. you were lucky leon’s windows were tinted, otherwise he would have never agreed to sex in a parking lot of all places. he’d been extra cautious about the law ever since he started at the station.
“you like it,” you smirked, face contorting in pleasure when his cock grazed that sweet spot. your nails dug into his shoulders. “I can feel your dick twitching inside me.”
leon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, short gasps and moans filling the air. “don’t say shit like that,” he muttered. his hands came up to palm your breasts, pinching your nipples teasingly. but seeing you grind on his cock, he couldn’t help but lean in to envelop them with his mouth.
“why? does it make you wanna cum?” you giggled. your hands cupped his face, brushing the hair from his forehead.
he couldn’t stop the whine from leaving his lips. he looked up at you with pussy drunk eyes. “...yeah,” he murmured, sucking on your nipples.
you leaned down to capture his lips. leon met you halfway, his tongue tangling with yours as his hips began to buck upward.
“then do it,” you moaned against his lips. “cum for me, leon. fill me up with your cum.”
his fingers dug into your hips. the leather of the car seat creaked under the strain of his movement. his thrusts grew harder, more frantic as he chased the edge. “oh my god, you’re-,” he choked on a moan. his teeth grazed your collarbone.
leon was practically vibrating beneath you, doing anything he could to reach that high. the heat in the car was stifling, the air thick with sex. you picked up the pace, your own breath hitching as his pelvis rubbed against your clit.
“I’m close, baby,” he gasped out. his eyes were blown wide and dark. “I’m gonna-”
he couldn’t finish his sentence. instead, he gripped your skin so hard, it would surely leave marks the next day. his head fell into your chest, a rough groan vibrating in his chest as he spilled into you.
you doubled over him, your own release pulsing through in waves. for a moment, the only thing that could be heard was the frantic beating of your hearts.
leon’s hand drifted to the back of your head, brushing the strands away from your face. he let out a soft laugh. “you’re such a bad influence,” he murmured, kissing you.
i have a req if that’s okay!! could u maybe possibly write smth where a usually introverted shy ish reader comes back home to re!4 / re!9 leon from a girls night out near blackout drunk and has a completely different personality (more extroverted and loud and perverted but in a funny way) nsfw if that’s okay n in a very like reader is trying to be dominating but leon is still cocky and wins in the end way!! sorry if this is far too specific i had a vision in mind and im hoping u can bring it to life; thankuuuu!!
i hope you like it, i tweaked it a bit and changed it to morning sex but i think it turned out sweet and hot hehe <33 also shoutout to the other anon from yesterday for a line that fit so well into this as i was editing it today!!
what am i gonna do with you?
leon kennedy [re9] x wife!reader
warnings: SMUT MDNI — oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, making out while drunk, "good girl," reader is a tad insecure about leading in sex, exploring new things in marriage lol, otherwise just reader hitting on leon like crazy bc they're drunk, leon holding himself back from jumping you lol
Leon’s half asleep on the couch when he hears it. The living room’s only lit by some trashy reality show playing softly on the TV, a bag of peanuts he’d been snacking on discarded on the table. His phone falls off his chest as he shoots up from his dozing. A loud bump against the front door sends his hackles up, but it’s soothed soon after when it’s followed by a familiar giggle. You were home.
He opens the door right as you’ve finally fumbled through all your keys to find the right one, and you nearly fall into him in surprise. The faint smell of tequila clings to you, and your friend who has accompanied you to the door, clearly far more sober, gives him a sheepish look. He nods, grateful you weren’t sent home alone, and shuts the apartment door so he can take care of his now very intoxicated wife.
“I thought you were spending the night at one of your friends’?” He guides you to a much more stable position against the door. Leon watches you for a moment, takes in your flushed cheeks and lazy smile up at him. A fondness creeps up on him.
“I was…” You trail off and reach out for him. He offers you his hand to hold, unsure as to what you’re needing. You don’t know yourself, but you’re grateful to take his hand, guide it to your cheek as if it’s a cool ice pack against your flushed skin. “But then someone asked to see a picture of you, so I showed ‘em my phone,” you hiccup a little, pull out your phone to show him your background. The two of you at the beach, on the one rare vacation you’d managed to sneak in between Leon’s jobs. It’s cropped so it’s focused more on him; tan body wrapped around yours, clad in only swim trunks. “‘Nd then I remembered how hot you are. So I came home.” Leon’s eyebrows shoot towards his hairline in surprise at your bluntness. He’s not sure you’ve ever been this drunk before. Normally, you’re more on the quiet side, it’s just your nature. You’d come out of your comfort zone the longer the two of you had been together, but your flirts and compliments are usually more intentional… less bold.
Even so, he finds it incredibly amusing.
“So you forgot how hot I was before then?” He pulls the rest of your jacket off, already half hanging off of your shoulders from your busy night. You’re practically swaying in your spot, so he guides you to sit on the couch out of caution.
“No,” your offended cry is a delayed reaction. Your brain took a minute to process what he'd said. “No way I can forget all of… this,” you flail your hands as a gesture to his body. Even in loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that’s got a few holes in it, he’s as much as an adonis as ever. You stare openly as he hangs your jacket by the door. The way his arms and shoulders flex at the movement. Your hazy mind wonders briefly if you’re drooling.
And then he turns back around, and your eyes are gifted with the sight of his face. You openly swoon and reach out for him. The expression on his features is a mix smack dab between amusement and surprise. His usually reserved, composed wife is now a wide open book. Large print, descriptive pictures. He can already read you well, but now you’re making it as obvious as a chapter book to him.
“C’mere,” you whine. He stays put, only a few feet from you, just to see what you’d do. Briefly, you consider getting up to go to him, but the couch is so comfy, and you’re sure your legs are jello by now. Leon’s got a smug look on his face. “Don’t be a dick, put those huge guns of yours to good use and hold me.”
“You’re ridiculous,” the words wrap around you like a hug of their own before he follows with a physical embrace. You bury your face in his chest and sigh. Take a deep breath of his cologne with a hum.
“Only ridiculous thing here is your fuckin’ body,” you mumble into his shirt. It’s soft, worn, and incredibly Leon. You could live here, you think. Nest in his arms and never leave. “D’you even understand how gorgeous you are? ‘S unfair.”
“Careful, honey, I don’t think my ego can get any bigger.”
“Something else could, though,” you mumble. His breath hitches when your hand lands on the crotch of his pants.
“You’re drunk. That’s not happening.”
“C’mon,” you pout at him, eyes darkened. He’s not sure if it’s from the drinks or the desire. Probably both. “Been thinking about you, like, all night.”
“No,” he states firmly, moving your hand back to its previous place at his ribs. “Let’s try and sober you up a little, hm?” Leon attempts to pry himself from your hold. It doesn’t work. You’re hugging him like he’s your lifeline. “Baby, let me up.”
You don’t move. So he just hoists you into his arms. This seems to trigger another set of complaints in you, about how he’s so rude and won’t even fuck me but will show off your huge muscles just to piss me off. It’s all really entertaining to him.
He leaves you at the dining table while he pads around the kitchen. You go suspiciously quiet as he prepares a glass of water and slips two slices of bread in the toaster. He turns on his heel, glass in hand, and the look on your face says it all; you’re enjoying the show again. He tries to ignore that his ears have begun to heat from all your attention.
“Drink,” he presses the water in your hands. You take a slow sip, deliberately watching him over the lip of the glass. It looks all too much like the way you’ve peered up at him from between his legs, your hands all over his thighs and your mouth on him. “Don’t look at me like that, honey.”
“What?” You play dumb, cocking your head to the side. The glass leaves your lips, and a few droplets remain on the edge of your mouth. Leon goes to thumb them away without a second thought, and feels like his knees may give out when you take his finger in your mouth with a brief suck. He feels something stir in his abdomen and swallows hard. The pad of his finger lingers on your lips, smudging your lipstick onto your chin. The kitchen is dead silent for a moment, so much so that you let out a squeak of surprise when the toaster pops up. Leon yanks his hand back like he’s been caught, busying himself with your snack to clear his head from thoughts he could not yet act on.
He makes your toast just the way you like; smothered in butter and cinnamon sugar.
“Thanks, handsome,” you’re practically batting your eyelashes at him. It’s so over the top that it’s more funny to him than anything, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that it only fueled the fire burning deep in him. You crunch down on the first bite with a happy noise. “Just’s sweet as you.”
He sits in the chair closest to you as you eat your toast. You must’ve staved off any bar snacks, because it’s gone within a minute. He supervises you as you slowly work at the glass of water. Your socked foot finds his own, and begins to rub upwards on his calf. His jaw sets as he looks at you, and you look right back, as if you’re doing nothing but sipping your water. So sweet, like you’ve never done anything more than give him a chaste peck before. It drives him crazy.
Eventually you finish your drink with an overdramatic aahh. Leon sighs and collects the dishes, pushing back from the table to deposit them in the sink.
“How’re you feeling?” He’s not sure why he even asks, because your response is smart, teasing.
“Horny,” Leon squeezes his eyes shut and wills away how he wants to pin you on the table you’re sitting at. He doesn’t turn around. He knows the look that’ll be on your face; an innocent grin, chin propped up on your hand like you haven’t been openly hitting on him after he’d already decided nothing is going to happen tonight. It’s truly torture, and he’s half-certain you’re doing it because of that exact reason, rather than an attempt to convince him otherwise.
“I think it’s time for bed.”
Leon manages to wrangle you and your grabby hands into the bathroom. He sits you on the closed toilet and begins to gather all your nighttime routine items. The basic ones, at least. Makeup remover, a cloth, face wash, moisturizer. He knows that if he gets you in bed without washing your face, your inevitable hangover will turn out a touch worse than it needs to be.
He dabs lightly at your face at first, only for your eye makeup to stay put. A small giggle erupts from your mouth and something warm blooms in his chest as he lets you work through the fit of laughter. The smile rounds your cheeks and squeezes your eyes shut, the same way you laugh far too hard at his stupid jokes.
“Harder, Leon,” you say, playing up a bit of a moan in your voice. It’s too familiar of a sentence, and he grumbles under his breath. “What? You gotta go harder. And faster.” You’re poking the bear, at this point. And you’re honestly hoping he’ll maul you.
“Baby, I mean this in the most respectful way, I’m gonna need you to shut that pretty mouth of yours,” he takes your chin in his fingers to hold your face still as he begins to put more pressure into the cloth, and streaks of black finally begin to lift from your skin. You manage to contain yourself enough to let him finish. At least you had something very nice to look at in the meantime.
Once he’s finished, you stare at him expectantly. He knows he shouldn’t take the bait. But he can’t resist.
“What?”
“Was I good for you?”
“Fucking…” he sighs, tossing the used cloth on the counter and grabbing a fresh washcloth to wash your face. He begins to rub the face wash into your skin gently, and even as he’s working, you can’t resist.
“Leonnnn,” it’s a bit of a ridiculous sight, you with a thick layer of foaming bubbles all over your face, but your words send something dark swirling in him regardless. “I’m your good girl, right, Leon?”
“Usually,” is all he can manage. You let out something close to a whimper.
“I’ve got a lot to make up for, then,” your hand slips up his thigh, dangerously close to the apex of his legs. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I know you would, baby,” he ignores the twitch underneath his sweatpants. Pushes your hands back to your lap. He presses a quick kiss to your teasing mouth. “Almost done. I promise.”
“And then we can have some real fun?”
“And then we can go to sleep.”
“You’re boring, Scott.”
“Oh, I’m in trouble now,” he hums at the invocation of his middle name, which surely means he’s done something to piss you off. But the playfulness in your voice is still there. The damp washcloth is cool against your skin as he works at clearing the soap off of you.
“Big trouble.”
“Is that right?” You go to say something, but are muffled by him patting your face dry with a towel. Once the fabric slips back down your face, a dramatic frown is there. Leon thinks he must have cartoon hearts floating over his head as he openly stares at you, fondness practically radiating from him like a heater. Even while teasing him relentlessly, you’re charming and endearing. He falls in love with you all over again every time you look at him. “And how exactly are you going to punish me?”
“I’m sure I can think of somethin—,” you practically screech when he throws you over his shoulder. Luckily for you, it’s a perfect view of Leon’s ass, and you take the opportunity to give it a smack. He practically throws you on the bed before you can manage another grab.
“Take those off, handsy,” he gestures to your pants. It’s an innocent ask, really. He’s just trying to get you in comfy clothes. But you take the opportunity to tease him, of course. You pop open the button and begin to shimmy the jeans down your legs as slow as possible. Leon sighs and looks away. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” once your legs are free, you kneel on the bed and pull him closer to you. “You like me, hot stuff. ‘S why you’re taking care of me so nicely.” He manages a glance down at you as you wrap your arms around his waist. Like is an understatement. He’s not sure if he’s ever come up with the right words to say how he feels about you. Love is the only thing close enough, but it seems so small in comparison to the pull in his heart. Like it’s going to come right out of him just to be closer to you.
You look up at him with big eyes, chin on his chest. His features soften. The look is warmer than the alcohol still swimming in you, and you feel as though you may melt into the sheets.
“God, you’re cute,” he grumbles, low and slightly annoyed, but it’s laced with affection. Tinged pink like your cheeks. His palm finds your jaw. A thumb rubs into your cheek. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“I’ve got a few things you can do to me.” It really shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. It’s a corny line; one that he’d say to you to make you groan. But when it’s coming from your lips, while you’re staring up at him with such enthusiasm, it’s aggravatingly adorable. The tequila’s still got a hold of your impulse control, but your movements and lilt of your words are evening out.
“Take off your shirt,” he sighs, and helps you pull it off, alongside your bra. They lay discarded on the floor for tomorrow’s chores. Right now, the only thing on his mind is you, now unbelievably bare in front of him. A little bit of his resolve breaks off. His hands slip greedily over your bare skin and he abandons his intent of dressing you in pajamas.
Leon lets himself be taken by you for just a moment, pressing his lips to yours finally after so long of avoiding it. You sigh into his mouth, pushing past his lips with your tongue and he groans, deep and low. His knee comes down between your legs as he dwarfs you on the bed, and your hands slip underneath the soft fabric of his shirt to feel his skin. “‘S all you’re getting, baby, you’re still drunk.”
“Not that drunk,” you murmur. Leon lets you push him upwards, shifting around so you can climb onto his lap. He presses the curve of your waist into him gladly. He suddenly wishes he’d forgone a shirt for sleep so he could feel you against him.
Then again, he’s not sure he could keep up his restraint in that case.
Your hands are everywhere. Sliding up his chest, into his hair, pulling him as close to you as possible. And your lips are much the same; on his, then breaking off to trail down his jaw, the length of his neck, then back to his mouth. It’s sickly sweet, dripping with something underneath that has his abdomen burning hot with need.
Then, you pull back suddenly. A yawn escapes your jaws like a tired cat, and he chuckles.
“Sleepy?”
“...No.” Another yawn betrays you, but you press into him again. It’s marketedly lazier than before, like your body has been reminded how exhausted you are. The warmth of Leon’s arms surely didn’t help. He lets you continue, enjoying the slow nature that you’ve now settled on. But he can tell your energy is waning, and it’s a little funny to him. In the same way that a puppy’s attempt to play while it's falling asleep is funny.
You yawn a third time, pulling back to move away from him as you do. He watches the expression on your face shift from defiant to frustrated. You pout at him like it’s his fault.
“We’ll finish this tomorrow, yeah?” He presses a laugh of a kiss to your lips, something more chaste coming through this time. You whine and fall into him, limp and tired from your busy night out. And, well, a busy night in.
“You better,” you grumble through a fourth yawn. Leon pulls you under the covers with him, into the home of his chest. It’s become increasingly difficult to fight the drag of your eyelids now. His arms wind around you in a safe embrace. A kiss lands on your forehead. You mumble something close to love you and with what feels like a few seconds, you’re out like a light.
———
Leon wakes before you the next morning. Daylight creeps through the curtains, fanning across your features in a golden halo. His eyes are still half-closed with sleep, and he blinks a few times to fully take in the sight before him. You’re fast asleep now, one hand curled almost protectively around his ribs. He brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes and lets out a quiet hum as your behavior from last night comes back to his memory. A smile pulls at his lips. He wonders if you’d remember how openly flirty you were.
He lets you rest and closes his eyes again after a while, certain he won’t fall back asleep just yet, but enjoying the feeling of you beside him nonetheless. It’s not until a few minutes later when you begin to move slowly next to him as you join him in the waking world. Your hand moves upward against his shoulders, and you curl further into him with a groan.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he keeps his voice low, barely more than a whisper. He’s certain you must have a raging headache, and the way you’ve hidden from the morning sun only confirms his hunch. He kisses your head gently and pulls himself from you, sacrificing his comfort so he can grab some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet. You manage to peek only one eye open when his footsteps return, and are relieved at the sight of your wonderful husband offering you two tablets and a glass of water.
You hope the kiss you press to his lips once he’s joined you in bed again translates well into thank you so much, I love you, my lovely husband because you’re half-certain your voice may make your pounding head explode. Leon’s though, is like sweet honey, soothing any pain that is searing through your skull.
“Finish the water for me, hm?” he encourages, and you don’t argue. It’s a welcome coolness against your dry throat. He takes the empty glass from you once you’ve swallowed the last drop and tucks you underneath the covers alongside him again. The two of you are quiet, enjoying the peace of the morning, and Leon’s the first to initiate a long, deep kiss. It’s warm and sweet, turning a little less chaste as seconds pass. Vague blurs of your slurred flirting return to your mind, and you smile a little against him. His bit of desperation makes sense.
You enjoy his eagerness, but are a little disappointed when he doesn’t climb over you like he normally does to initiate further foreplay. He pulls away to look at you, playing just as innocent as you had last night.
“What…?”
“You were so intent on leading the way last night,” he props himself up next to you with his elbow, eyes dragging deliciously slow over your face. The hand that had been guiding yours to his lips finds its way to your thigh underneath the sheets. “I’ll let you do whatever you were so desperate for now.”
“Leon,” you practically whine in embarrassment. He chuckles, but doesn’t budge. His finger rubs firm circles into your thigh. “C’mon, I was drunk.”
“Drunk words are sober thoughts,” he hums, placing a kiss on your nose. “What d’you have to be scared of, baby?” He’s caught onto your anxiety, because of course he has. Even though the tequila’s no longer loosening your tongue, he can read you just as well.
“Nothing,” you mumble. “Just… it’s weird.”
“Weird?”
“I feel… I don’t know,” you huff. “I feel silly. Like I’m playing pretend. You’re so natural at it.”
“Natural at what?” Jesus, he’s really trying to pull you out of your comfort zone.
“Being… this,” you gesture vaguely, and sigh at his raised eyebrows. “Sexy. Attractive.”
“Honey, I hate to break it to you,” he leans in closer, a few stray strands of hair slipping down to hang over you. “But you are incredibly sexy.” You’re unsure how to respond. You know Leon finds you attractive, he married you for Christ’s sake. But putting on an air of dominance is a whole different thing. You’ve taken first steps, initiated sex plenty of times, but this feels a little scarier for some reason. “If it makes you feel better, I play pretend just a little. Because I know what you like, and you being turned on turns me on.” You blush under his open confession, a little embarrassed to be told so directly that you enjoy his dominance during sex. But you can’t lie to yourself; sometimes you want to lead, want to give him some pillow princess treatment.
"What—" Your mouth is dry, despite the glass of water you'd just downed. "What would you like?" Dumb question, you think. You know what he likes already. Your noises, the way you talk to him. Kisses and bites as many places as you can reach. The way you grab onto him in desperation. You can always tell from the way his hips will stutter, how he pulls you closer. The groans and pants in your ear. A shudder rolls through you just thinking about it.
"I like anything involving you." He grins, nipping your nose, trying to loosen your nerves. Ever the patient man, especially with you. Logically, you should follow what you know. Give him that. But you're trying to do something different; explore somewhere you haven't been before. And you're reaching out for help.
"Give me something to work with, at least," you huff. He hums and kisses down from your cheekbone to the corner of your mouth. He's less than an inch away from kissing you properly, hot breath fanning over your lips.
"Start here," he takes your hand and guides it upwards until it's buried in the hair at the nape of his neck. He tilts his head and presses a deep kiss to your lips. One that makes your toes curl and has you leaning after him when he pulls back after a mere second or two. He's just as close as before. The tip of his nose just barely grazes yours. "And then use your intuition. Relax. I trust you." The last phrase squeezes you more than his arms are. What a privilege, what a dream to have a husband who would follow you wherever you take him. To allow you to seek pleasure with him however you want. You suppose it's only fair, because you feel just the same about him. He's just been brave enough to take the lead.
Now, it's your turn.
Kissing Leon is easy. You've done it a thousand times, and every time it's like riding a bike. His mouth fits perfectly against yours, moving in tandem, pushing his tongue towards your own at the perfect moment. Seconds turn to minutes as you enjoy each other, and your mind begins to race as you fight to allow yourself to make the next move. Leon's understanding, kissing you unhurried and, in fact, pacing you as your frantic mind affects your rhythm. He brings you back to center.
You finally just count to five. And move on three before you can think too hard about it.
Leon tries to hide his surprise when you’re climbing on top of him, mood shifting into something hotter as you pull him into another deep kiss. He sighs into your mouth, slipping his arms around you as you straddle his hips. He groans when you press your clothed heat to his quickly hardening erection beneath his briefs.
“Mmnh— fuck,” he sighs, lifts up just enough to tug his shirt over his head. He scoots backwards and hauls you with him, leaning against the headboard. You take more of his kisses greedily, soaking up any courage you can before you’re heading south, leaving trails of your mouth and a stray bruise behind. Leon watches you with hooded eyes, hands light on your back. An encouragement via his touch, but not firm pressure guiding you, like he usually has. His cock springs from his underwear as you tug them off alongside his sweatpants, in a motion smoother than you knew you were capable of. He’s hard, pink and throbbing. His head nearly slams into the wall when you kiss his tip.
You lick a teasing stripe up his length and meet his eyes, now dark pools of blue hung up on you. Something possesses you from that look, and you hold his gaze steady as you take him fully in your mouth. He breaks eye contact first, unable to help himself from squeezing his eyes shut from the feeling of you around him.
“Ah, baby, fuck.” It’s practically a whine. You hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, letting yourself gag messily on his cock before you come up for air. Spit trails from your lips to his head, and he lets out another swear when he sees you. Misty eyes from the depth, messy mouth going back down for more before he gets out a single word. You've blown him plenty of times, he's incredibly lucky to say, but never with this drive. Never this utterly sloppy, something so hot that he briefly thinks he may still be dreaming. “Shit, can’t believe you don’t know how fucking sexy you are, sweetheart. Pretty girl."
You hum around him, letting the compliment stroke your ego. You've never been too sure why good girl and pretty girl turn you on so much. And only from Leon's mouth; no other former suitor before your husband had done as such, and if they had, you're not sure it would affect you like it does now. Maybe it's the praise or maybe it's the notion of being Leon's girl. Or maybe it's just a manifestation of how he makes you feel twenty years younger when you're with him like this.
His hand threads itself in your hair, but doesn’t move, letting you set the pace. You don’t need his help; you’re damn good at what you’re doing and it's hard to imagine that you don't know from the noises he's letting out. A string of praises floods from his mouth easily.
“You always feel so fucking good,” his grunts are deep, vibrating in his chest. They send a shockwave of pleasure through you, and you feel slick arousal pool in your underwear from it all. “You’re a goddamn angel.” You only pull off him briefly to catch your breath, stroking a little faster at his moans. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and catches your hand to slow you down. “Slow—slow, baby, I’m already getting close.”
“That desperate, huh?” Your comment makes him growl, and he pulls you back to his mouth. The kiss is wet and messy, a mix of lip bites and tongues. You whine when his hand slips down to your underwear, which has an obscenely wet spot growing by the second.
“So wet already,” he breathes against your cheek, pressing into your clit over the fabric. You whimper. “Fuck, you that turned on from sucking me off?”
“Yeah,” your voice is nothing more than a breath of a word, nails digging into his shoulder when he increases the pressure against your clit. Crescent marks you're surely going to kiss better in the aftermath. “Fuck, Leon.”
“I need you,” he slips your panties to the side and you shudder at his fingers sliding over your bare pussy. You’re pulsing with need, and grind your hips into his hand immediately. “I think you need me, too, huh, baby?”
“Please.”
“Come here,” he hauls you onto his lap, his teeth attaching to the pulse point on your neck. It sends goosebumps across your skin, and you let him continue. "Take what you want, angel," he encourages against a star-shaped bruise now reddening on you, and you feel a sense of satisfaction at being marked. A juvenile happiness, maybe, but you'll always enjoy being his. You reach behind you to guide his length inside of you. The moment he slides home you both moan loudly, finally joined together after all your flirting the night prior. Even if you were drunk, you had still been absurdly horny the second your husband’s biceps crossed your mind. If anything, the tequila had made it worse. But you’re not sure you were ever as desperate as you are now, circling your hips further down on his length. He finally releases your neck with a pleased hum. “You are so fucking hot. My fucking wife.” The praise sends a wave of heat through you, and you push his chest down as you begin to bounce slowly. Leon’s hands fall to your hips, the cold sliver of his wedding band imprinting your skin. Every time you have sex, the image of his ring finger pressed against your skin, adorned with a symbol of your commitment, sends a shiver down your spine. Part of you wishes you could see for yourself just how it looks, especially as it slides to your ass and grips hard. But the image you conjure up in your brain alone is enough to make a gush of arousal leak down his cock, and you grind him deeper inside you. The both of you gasp in pleasure and you move a little faster, desperate for that friction you feel each time your walls drag over his length.
Whether it’s from being so early in the morning, or the hangover that’s still aching in the background of all of this, you don’t know. But your thighs begin to burn from the effort of your ride already, and you can’t hold back the whimper of frustration. Leon notices immediately, he always does, and slows your movements. His lips find yours again, sweet and reassuring as he takes the lead. He tips you back slowly until you’re below him, and he’s thrusting into you, slow and intimate. The drag of his cock inside of you feels too fucking good. You practically cry at the pleasure, and he threads his fingers through yours. His eyes catch on the shine of your wedding ring, and something terribly fond crosses his features. His thrusts become harder, deeper, and he presses your legs further towards you. You might as well be folded in half. But you’re exactly where you want to be.
“Fuck, I love you,” he growls against your cheek, pressing his nose into your face as his thrusts increase in speed. You can feel the knot inside you expanding fast at his own pleasure, too turned on by his affection, the desperation of it all. He feels you begin to tighten around him. “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you? Too sweet to go at me like this yourself.” You nod, frantic and alongside a loud cry of pleasure when he hits that spot just right. "We'll have to practice some more, hm?" A chuckle begins in your chest at his suggestion, but it turns into a high-pitched noise when something begins to shift inside of you. “You getting close, honey? I can feel you squeezin' me. So fuckin’ tight.”
“Mhm,” is all you can manage, reaching your hand down to play with your clit. Leon practically slaps it away to do it himself. He presses hard and fast, the perfect pressure and pace that has you mewling beneath him. Building, building, building. Your legs tremble under his hands as they press you further in the mattress.
“You like it when I fuck you like this? Take control?”
“Yes, fuck, Leon,” you whimper.
“Yeah, my fuckin’ girl,” he grunts. “That’s it.” You feel yourself bursting at the seams, unraveling at every circle around your clit. It takes over your body in a flooding drop, gradually and then like a punch. The burst of pleasure is too much for you to do anything except cry his name. He fucks you through it, making sure your orgasm reaches every inch of your body. “Good girl, so good for me,” he encourages, and you go limp as the post-orgasm haze creeps in. He thrusts only a few times after you’re finished, crying out himself with a drawn out whine when he lets go. You dig your nails into his back, surely leaving crescent marks for you to kiss better later. He pumps into you, slamming messy thrusts a few times as he rides out his own high with a pant. Even as you’re returning to the earth, the pulses of cum and grind of his hips against yours feel like pure ecstasy. Every twitch inside of you has your breath catching.
Leon collapses on top of you. You welcome the weight, even if you’ll have to push him off after a minute so you can breathe. His shoulders rise and fall fast, and you can feel his heart beat rapidly against your chest. You’re both damp with sweat, skin sticky to each other.
Your husband rolls over after a long moment, but drags you with him in a tight hug. He kisses your forehead a few times, then sighs. His fingertips trail up your back in light scratches. It takes a few moments before he's ready to speak, through accelerated breaths and flushed cheeks.
“How’s your head?”
“You tell me.” The joke catches him off guard and he laughs. It's full-bodied and rich with love. You've been spending too much time with him, he thinks.
“Five stars, babe. Perfect,” he squeezes you against him. “No notes.”
Request for Leon taking care of drunk reader while she has absolutely no filter 🫠
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"Easy there," Leon said, his voice warm with amusement as he guided you through the front door. His hand was on your lower back, steadying you when you stumbled over the front step. Your vision tilted, spinning In a kaleidoscope of colors as you blindly reached out to Leon's arm to keep upright, except you missed and got a handful of his chest instead.
"Oops," you giggled, not removing your hand. Your fingers squeezing experimentally.
"Honk Honk," you said, giggling to yourself.
Leon’s eye widened and he scoffed in disbelief.
"I think they're bigger than mine," you announced, still groping his pecs like you were testing the ripeness of fruit at the grocery store.
"They are not," he said fighting back laughter. You kept your hands exactly where they were, looking up at him with exaggerated innocence. He raised one eyebrow; his expression amused.
"Can I help you?" he asked leaning into your hands with a crooked smirk on his lips.
"No," you said brightly a smile on your face, giving his chest another appreciative squeeze. "Can I help you, sir? These look heavy."
He couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of him. You laughed with him before you melted into his arms, pressing your face against his neck and inhaling deeply.
"Mmm, you smell so good.” Before you pulled back slightly resting your chin on his chest to look into his eyes. You studied his face with a theatrically confused look on your face. “Y’know, you look Like... like...Like my husband. Who I love. Did you know I have the hottest husband in the whole world?"
"You might've mentioned it," he said, trying to hide his smile as he kicked the door shut behind you. "About fifteen times on the drive home."
"Only fifteen?" You frowned, genuinely concerned. "That's not enough. You're so—" You poked his chest emphatically with each word. "Fucking. Hot. Leon."
He caught your hand before you could poke him again, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Let's get you some water, Okay?"
But you had other ideas. Your free hand slid down his torso, and you looked up at him through your lashes. "Or... we could skip the water and get wet in other ways."
"Water first," he said firmly ignoring your lewd suggestion, though his eyes had darkened slightly. He guided you toward the kitchen, keeping one arm around you because you kept veering off course and stumbling over nothing. When you rounded the corner and almost knocked your wedding pictures off the wall, he had enough and bent down, scooping you up to throw you over his shoulder, one hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack that made you yelp.
"Leon!" you squealed, but you were grinning and laughing as he carried you toward the kitchen. Your hands immediately mischievously slid down his firm back to grab his ass in return, squeezing a handful shamelessly.
"Mrs. Kennedy," Leon said, his voice strained with barely contained laughter. "Please keep your hands to yourself."
"No," you said simply, squeezing again for emphasis. He shook his head before he reached back behind him to gather both of your wrists to hold them captive, he was still grinning as he carried you toward the kitchen. You pouted the whole way there, then immediately perked up when he deposited you onto the counter, standing in-between your legs. "Ooh, I like this." You said wrapping your legs around his waist before he could step away, pulling him close. "No! Stay." you immediately lunged forward, trying to steal a kiss.
"I need to get you water," he said, but he didn't move after that, his hands settling on your thighs.
"Don't care." You cupped his face in both hands, studying him. "Your eyes are so pretty and I love your face." You traced his bottom lip with your thumb. "Everything about you is pretty. How did I get so lucky?"
His expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I'm the lucky one."
"Don't you know the saying that the wife is always right," you insisted, tightening your legs around him. "You're stuck with me now. Forever. You married me. No takebacks."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he murmured, reaching past you to grab a glass from the cabinet. You took advantage of his proximity to kiss his neck, your hands sliding under his shirt.
Leon caught you by the shoulders, holding you at arm's length. "Water first."
"Kiss first," you counter offered, trying to lean around his hands.
"Water," he repeated not coming down from his initial starting offer, he drove a hard bargain and you couldn't talk him down. You pouted dramatically as he stepped over to the sink, swinging your legs and watching him. Your eyes never left him as he filled the glass, tracking every movement like a cat watching a bird out the window. You made another grab for him wrapping around him like a koala, nipping at his neck as he tried to fill the glass.
"Baby," he said, his voice strained as he filled the glass with water. "You need to drink water."
"I need to drink you," you said, then dissolved into giggles at your own terrible line. "Get it? Because you're a tall glass of—"
"I got it," he said, laughing despite himself. He pressed the glass into your hand. "Drink."
"You're trying to waterboard me," you whined, but you took a sip anyway, never breaking eye contact. The moment you swallowed, you set the glass down and reached for him again. "There. Water. Now kiss."
"More water," he said, fighting back a smile as he pushed the glass back toward you. You took another exaggerated sip, then another, then drained half the glass in one go. "Happy?"
"With you? Always," he said sweetly and you almost melted into a puddle on the counter, he stepped between your legs letting you wrap them around his waist.
You immediately cupped his face, pulling him close. "I love you so much," you breathed, suddenly serious despite the alcohol buzzing through your system. " You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and you're so good to me. Even when I'm being silly."
His expression softened completely, and he leaned his forehead against yours. "You're always a little silly. That's why I love you." he said softly, his hands coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.
"Don't be so sweet to me," you said, your voice wobbling, overwhelmed by the alcohol and emotions. "I'll cry."
"Can't help it," he said, kissing the tip of your nose. You pulled him into a messy and enthusiastic kiss, he could taste the sweetness of the coconut and milk and sour tang of pineapple from the Piña colada’s you'd been drinking. He kissed you back just as thoroughly, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your hip.
When you finally broke apart, both of your chests were heaving, breathing hard. You grinned at him, feeling floaty and warm and so, so in love with the man Infront of you, taking such good care of you even though you were making it your mission to make it as difficult as possible. "Take me to bed?"
"To sleep," he clarified stubbornly, though his voice was a little rough after the kiss.
"Sure," you agreed easily, knowing you'd try to change his mind the second you got there. "Whatever you say, handsome."
He shook his head fondly and scooped you up, carrying you toward the bedroom while you peppered his jaw and neck with kisses, your hands never quite managing to stay to yourself.
The mattress bounced as you flopped onto it, sprawling out like a starfish before you started making sheet angels in the dark navy bed sheets. Leon stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with an exasperated but completely smitten look, he couldn’t even try and hide it.
"Don't move," he said sternly pointing to you like you were a unruly dog, before heading to the bathroom.
"Can't promise anything," you called after him, already rolling onto your side and nearly tumbling off the bed. You caught yourself at the last second, giggling. Your dress was rucked up and bunched around your waist, your whole ass out as you rolled over and mashed your face directly into his pillow, letting a drawn-out moan at his scent. Breathing in the notes of the honey and vanilla of the new detergent you just bought, mixed with his own woodsy shampoo that was still lingering on the fabric.
He returned with a makeup wipe, sitting on the edge of the mattress. His hand reached up and gently pulled your dress back into place where it had ridden up, his palm coming to rest on your hip, his thumb tracing along your curves.
"Come on, sit up for me," he said softly, his other hand sliding to your back to help you.
You pushed yourself upright with his help, swaying slightly, and when you saw the makeup wipe in his hand your whole face lit up.
"You remembered!" you said, your words slurring together in your excitement. "You're the best husband ever. I hate waking up with crusty makeup. It's so gross and my face feels all—" You made a disgusted noise, scrunching up your nose.
"I know," Leon said, his expression fond. "That's why I'm doing this."
"You're perfect," you sighed, crawling toward him on your hands and knees, aiming to look seductive and enticing but coming off more like Bambi as you overshoot and bumped into his chest. "Oops." You said laughing as you melted into his chest and he took all of your weight holding you up as he went to clean your face.
"Yeah, oops," he said, his arm coming around your waist to hold you up, while bringing the wipe to your face with the other.
The cool, damp cloth touched your cheek, and you immediately started complaining as he wiped your lips off. "Mmhhhnn!"
"Hold still," Leon said, his voice patient as he cupped the back of your head to keep you in place trying to be even more gentle then before. "You'll thank me in the morning."
"I won't," you insisted, even though you knew he was right, squirming as he wiped away your mascara and eyeshadow. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."
"Mm-hmm." He tilted your chin up, carefully cleaning around your eyes. "So cruel. Taking care of my drunk wife." You tried to protest again but he was already moving to your other eye, his touch gentle despite your fussing. When he finally pulled the wipe away, now thoroughly covered in foundation and mascara. Once he was done you puckered your lips expectantly, eyes still closed.
When nothing happened, you cracked one eye open to find him watching you with barely suppressed amusement. Then his hands came up to squish your cheeks together, making your lips pucker even more before he leaned in and gave you the tiniest quickest peck, releasing you.
"That's it?" you demanded sadly. "That's all I get?"
"That's all you get until you're in bed," he said, standing and moving to the dresser. He pulled out one of his old t-shirts, your favorite one to sleep in. You made grabby hands at it, but when he tried to help you out of your dress, you went completely limp. "Can't move. Too drunk. Guess I have to sleep like this."
"Nice try." He maneuvered your arms out of the sleeves despite your best efforts to be as unhelpful as possible, flopping around like a fish out of water. When he finally got the dress off and tried to put the shirt on you, you suddenly had the energy to twist away.
"Wait, I changed my mind. I want the blue one."
"This is the blue one."
"The other blue one."
"You're wearing this one," Leon said firmly, catching you around the waist and wrestling the shirt over your head. You emerged from the neck hole with your hair sticking up in every direction, and he smoothed it down with a fond shake of his head.
The second you were dressed; you threw yourself backward onto the mattress, like a Victorian lady with a fainting spell. You flung one arm over your eyes; the back of your other hand pressed to your forehead.
"My husband doesn't love me anymore. He's so mean. He forces me to drink water and wear shirts to bed. And he won't ravish me like I know he wants to."
Leon couldn't help but laugh, if there was one thing his wife was when she was drunk, it was honest.
"Sooo tragic," you continued, your voice dripping with drama. "Death from no Snu-Snu."
You peeked out from under your arm to watch as he pulled his own shirt off to get ready for bed, and the entire act you had put on crumbled instantly. Your eyes went wide, tracking the movement of fabric up his torso, over his shoulders. You attempted a whistle, what came out was more of a pathetic swoosh of air with no substance. You tried again, pursing your lips with intense concentration. This time nothing came out at all, you looked like you were trying to blow out candles on an invisible birthday cake, your cheeks puffing out uselessly.
"Are you done?" Leon asked in amusement as he watched your increasingly desperate attempts. You tried one final time, producing what one might call a raspberry, and that was apparently his limit. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked, rolling you up in it like a burrito before you could even protest. You let out a muffled "Hey!" as he climbed in behind you and pulled you flush against his bare chest, wrapping both of you in the cocoon of blankets.
"Just go to sleep, baby." he murmured against your hair, his arm curled around your waist.
You wanted to say how much you loved him or how the joke was on him because this was exactly where you wanted to be, but the words were stuck in your throat as your eyelids grew heavy with sleep. The room was soft and fuzzy around the edges of your vision, and his heartbeat was lulling you to sleep, you were so comfortable, so safe, so...
A soft snore escaped you as you finally closed your eyes, tucked safely in Leon’s arms. Leon pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his own eyes drifting closed, a soft smile still on his lips.
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reader:
Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed anon! I wasn’t sure if you wanted something a little spicy but it turned out more sweet! This might be the last little blurb while I’m locked in and finishing my WIP request fic I’ve been working on for a while, I'm finally editing it…and I’m literally so close…Hopefully, I finish it by tomorrow....
Tags: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader, no apocalypse AU, smut, loss of virginity (Leon), mentions of public sex (blowjobs), masturbation (male), fingering (f), cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie, and more!
Note: Hey!! It's me again, and I've finally brought y'all something from our beloved rookie Leon. I missed y'all so much, i hope u like it! >.<
Leon sometimes felt like a bit of a failure. I mean, he wasn't that bad. He'd managed to graduate from the academy, landed a job at the R.P.D. station, and his superiors were so kind to him that he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. Until those conversations came along.
He always felt that pang of jealousy when he heard his colleagues talking about celebrating their anniversaries or how their beautiful girlfriends welcomed them home with open arms after long days at work. And all he got was a secondhand bed in his tiny rented apartment.
The truth was, Leon Virgin Kennedy had never touched a woman. Not even in his teens. He'd never gotten beyond an awkward, tongue-tied kiss at some drive-in theater in his hometown because the girls quickly lost interest when they noticed Leon's shaky hands.
And now there wasn't much time for dates. His behavior was too clumsy for flirting, and he wasn't one of those tough guys who attracted girls easily. He just sucked. He sucked, until he met you. Ah, God had finally answered his prayers because you'd agreed to go out with him after his attempt at flirting in the station's copy room.
"Are you, uh—are you free Friday night?" The words had slipped out with a hint of confidence, despite his hand slipping on a stack of photocopies. You laughed, of course, but agreed. Leon was going to have his first date since arriving in Raccoon City (loser).
The night had passed easily with silly conversation and easy laughter, ending with both of you sitting in his Jeep eating ice cream after a cheesy horror movie. After that, you gave him a good, wet make-out session in the back of his truck. The date ended with a sweet wave from your door, and Leon went home with a painful erection, pink cheeks, and swollen lips.
But you didn't stop there; you were on a mission to ruin him. You'd steal glances at him whenever you crossed paths at work, shamelessly rub your ass against him as you walked past, and he'd fall for it every single time because he had to run to the station bathroom with an erection in his blue uniform pants.
You even gave him a blowjob in the station bathroom. His first blowjob, at his damn workplace. Poor Leon came too fast, one hand tangled in your hair and his free hand to his lips so as not to attract the attention of his coworkers. After that, he walked around with unfocused eyes, as if he'd been high for the rest of the day.
He felt like a horny teenager again, unable to control the thing inside his pants and desperately jacking off after every date, thinking about your lips around him. And finally, the day came when you decided to take pity on this man. After a date at his apartment, few glasses of wine, and a delicious dinner, you decided to pounce on him. He simply thanked heaven that you made the first move, because he could barely maintain eye contact. But there was no time to think when he had you on top of him, moaning softly against his mouth.
You both stumbled into Leon's room and collapsed onto the small bed, which creaked a little too loudly. Your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, arching your back beneath him in anticipation as you felt him settle between your legs. Your clothes quickly became just a pile on his bedroom floor. His sweaty hands didn't know where to begin, so he chose to touch your tits first, feeling his fingers tremble against the tender flesh as he timidly squeezed them.
Then you guided one of his hands to your pussy, letting him feel the wetness blossoming between your open legs. He looked at you in surprise, as if he couldn't believe you were like this for him. After showing him how to touch you properly with his fingers, how you liked it, and what rhythm, you pushed him down so he was lying back. You climbed on top of him, stifling a giggle at the sight of his eyes wide with anticipation and his eager hands exploring your sides.
"You're...woah—perfect." he whispered with devotion, reverently caressing your thighs. He gazed at you as if the stars hung before him, his eyes shining beneath those thick lashes. He swallowed loudly as he watched you take him in your hand and guide him to your entrance, rubbing the tip first between your wet folds. He could feel the tip becoming completely wet with your arousal.
The mere provocation made his eyes close and he let out a low, almost trembling moan as he reflexively lifted his hips. From this angle, you could see his Adam's apple swaying and his arms, large from workouts, tensing as he gripped your hips tighter. He had no idea how incredibly sexy he looked like this.
With a smooth motion, the tip of his cock slid easily inside your hot walls, which swallowed it with equal eagerness. "Oh, hooly shit—" He groaned, his mouth opening at the sensation, his gaze fixed on where his cock was slowly disappearing inside you. His body trembled slightly with pleasure as the thick head of his cock reached its deepness point inside you.
His fingers dug into your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or further away for the hot sensation of your walls tightening around him, letting him feel how wet you were, practically dripping all around him. His lips moved, but no words came out. He was already fucked just by being inside you.
You started to move, rubbing against him and teasing him before giving him what he really wanted. Although he was already breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, as if he'd run a marathon. But he was just trying not to come too quickly.
"You feel like fucking heaven, I swear..." he whispered as his pretty face crinkled in a grimace of pure pleasure as he felt you begin to bounce on him. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you continued to ride him slowly, letting him see how his cock was buried to the last inch inside you and how your breasts swayed.
His thumb moved closer to gently lift the hood of your clit, beginning to make slow, careless circles as you rubbed against him, making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure.
When the friction wasn't enough, you leaned forward to place your hands on his chest and begin to ride him for real. You rode up and down every inch of his member, letting him see how wet you were getting him before he thrust deep inside you again. Having him inside felt so good that, combined with the way your clit was rubbing against his pelvis, you started to feel like you could come in record time.
"Wait, slower—" he whimpered, a real whimper, as his impotent hips lifted to chase your greedy pussy. "I'm gonna come, please…" He whined again, as if he were about to cry. His balls were full and tight, ready to empty at any moment. He was so adorable trying to hold on for a few more seconds, but the wet squelching of your pussy and your sweet moans weren't helping at all.
"it's okay, I want it inside—Give it to me." You murmured, your voice heavy with need and your face hot from bouncing on his cock as if you wanted to squeeze out every last drop of semen he had. All he could do was chase your lips, trying to kiss and hold you as he came completely, his hips contracting to push until every inch was inside, his balls buried deep. The sensation of his cock throbbing and shuddering inside you triggered your own orgasm, making you come around him with a small, muffled sob.
His moans were muffled in your mouth as he tried to hold you still, feeling you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm and catch your breath after filling you completely, feeling his hot load begin to overflow even with him still inside.
"I think I died and this is heaven." he whispered breathlessly, drenched in sweat, holding you tightly in his arms and inhaling your tousled hair, as if he needed you like he needed air. And maybe he did, because this man was already addicted and he wasn't going to let you go soon.
Let me know if you liked it and pleasee ignore any mistakes! 😚💕
🚏 oneshots.
⤷: daises in october (re2!leon kennedy)
⤷: reporting back (re9!leon kennedy)
⤷: five stages from home (re9!leon kennedy)
⤷: "would you still love me if i were a worm?" (re2 & re9!leon kennedy)
⤷: borrowed time and stolen kisses (re2 & re9!leon kennedy)
⤷: the tiktok tinder trend on dick grayson
🚏 series.
⤷: no use crying over spilled coffee: part 1, part 2, part 3. (vendetta/re6!leon kennedy)
⤷: new series: coming soon!
🚏 headcanons.
⤷: dating dick grayson (sfw)
⤷: living with jason todd
☁︎⋅ telling rookie!leon he’s a pretty boy between kisses (inspired by this)
he was trying so hard to look serious and that was what made it impossible not to smile.
leon kneeled between your legs on the couch. fresh from a shower, his damp blonde hair fell over his forehead in soft, uneven pieces. no tactical gear, no gun holster. just an oversized gray shirt and pink ears because you had been kissing him for the last five minutes and he didn’t know what to do with himself.
his hands held your waist awkwardly, as if he hadn’t earned the right to touch you yet.
you kissed the corner of his mouth. then the other.
then right over his smile that he tried to hide.
“you’re so needy,” he teased, his voice quiet but playful.
“you’re cute.”
he scoffed.
you leaned in again, pressing another kiss to his lips. this time, it was slow, sweet, and lingered for a moment. when you pulled back, your noses brushed and you could see his pupils dilating.
“pretty boy.”
leon blinked. “what?”
you kissed him again before he could question it. soft and warm.
a kiss against the edge of his jaw.
“my pretty boy.”
his whole face flushed a bright red.
“c’mon,” he muttered, trying to look offended and failing miserably. “don’t call me that…”
“oh?” you kissed the tip of his nose. “then what should I call you?”
he opened his mouth to protest, but you caught it with another kiss. he smiled against your lips.
“pretty boy,” you whispered again.
it was almost unfair how easily you could make him melt. he looked at you with those wide rookie eyes. “you really think I’m…pretty?” he asked quietly.
you answered him by cradling his face in both hands and kissing him once, twice, three times in a row.
“pretty” kiss
“very pretty” kiss
“prettiest boy I’ve ever seen” kiss
leon let out a chuckle, leaning up to envelop you in his arms. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, groaning playfully.
“you’re making fun of meee..”
“noo,” you pulled back to look at him. “I’m appreciating you.”
your thumb brushed over his cheek, tracing the constellations of scars and discolored skin. “look at you,” you murmured. “soft hair, big puppy eyes, your mouth-”
leon groaned, embarrassed and flushed by the compliments. he tried to hide his face again, but you caught him with a kiss before he could.
“my handsome rookie,” you giggled.
he was beaming at this point, a bright smile on his face. then, he unexpectedly gathered the courage to lean forward first.
he kissed you. it was clumsy and filled with nerves, but it was tender. it was his way of pouring out his emotions. when he pulled back, his cheeks were a soft pink.
☁︎⋅ re9 leon as a dad (inspired by my husband!leon hcs)
♡ dad!leon who has no preference on how many children he has. considering his line of work, he’d never be so selfish to ask you to birth a whole soccer team. maybe his younger self wanted more kids, but as he got older and the world got real, he’d only have as many as you would want.
♡ dad!leon who secretly hopes for a daughter
♡ dad!leon who loves all of his kids, but has a special soft spot for his daughter(s). although he calls you “beautiful” and “gorgeous”, he loves to call his daughter(s) “princess” or “sweetheart”.
♡ dad!leon who is a little harder on his son(s). he’s a gentleman himself, of course he’d be stern with his sons to be the same. he’s seen his fair share of strong women, he’d never let his sons see women as weak.
♡ dad!leon who loves going to sports games and dance recitals. whatever his babies want to try, he’ll be sure to provide. he wouldn’t be the loudest when cheering (it’d probably be uncle!chris lol) but he’d definitely be the proudest in the crowd.
♡ dad!leon who gives the best pep talks. when one of his kids start to feel nervous and jittery, he’ll make sure to pull them to the side. “hey, I know you’re scared, but we gotta power through and keep moving forward, alright?”
♡ dad!leon who has fast reflexes. baby will be teetering towards the edge of the couch and he’ll grab their leg without even looking.
♡ dad!leon who definitely teaches his kids self defense and gifts them a handgun for their 18th birthday
♡ dad!leon who turns practical survival skills into games. when entering a new restaurant, he’ll play “spot the nearest exit”. during a stormy night, he’ll play “flashlight scavenger hunt” where you look around the dark house for candy, using just a flashlight. you think it’s a little much but the kids like it.
♡ dad!leon who's quiet when you guys get called to the principal’s office because of a fight. he listens intently and makes sure his kid understands the consequences of their actions. but, when you walk off far enough, he’ll ask, “hey…did you win at least? how’d the other guy look?” he’d feel a sense of pride if his kid won.
♡ dad!leon who doesn’t compare his hardships to his kids. you know the “I had to climb a mountain to go to school everyday”, yeah, he wouldn’t do that. he wants his kids to have an easy life, one without zombies and monsters. it brings him peace that they never have to experience it.
♡ dad!leon who prides himself on being present for his kids. his parents weren’t around very much and then he lost them abruptly, he doesn’t want the same for his kids.
♡ dad!leon who’s baby falls asleep right away in his arms. the cutest little thing wrapped up in a dinosaur onesie. he’ll look at you, trying to conceal a smile. “what do you call a sleepy dinosaur? a dino-snore…” he tries to hold in a laugh.
♡ dad!leon who hosts barbecues. he likes the white picket fence feeling of cooking meat on the grill with chris while you gossip with claire and jill, the kids running around with bubbles and chalk in hand.
♡ dad!leon who tries to be as transparent as possible about what he does for work. when the kids were younger, they thought their dad was the coolest person ever, but as they got older, they start to worry more. leon thought saying goodbye to you was hard, he didn’t consider how much harder it was with kids. “you’re leaving again?” the child pouted. “just for a little bit,” leon said. “you promise you’ll come back?” leon smiles, “always.”
a/n: I am so disgustingly brain rotted with leon right now it's insane
☁︎⋅ finding older!leon’s academy pictures (request)
the old album was tucked in the back of the closet, hidden behind confidential mission files and dusty storage boxes. you only found it because you were helping him clean.
“probably just old paperwork,” leon had mumbled, distracted in the kitchen making coffee.
but it wasn’t paperwork. it was leon.
young leon.
police academy leon.
the first picture made you stop breathing for a second. he couldn’t have been older than twenty, nineteen at the very least. his features were soft around the edges, hair a little too long and falling over his eyes. he wore a navy academy shirt that looked too serious for the boy smiling in it.
there was this ridiculous, earnest brightnest to him, the way his eyes were filled with hope and how he looked like he was ready to combat anything. like he believed he could save anyone.
it made your heart ache.
there were so many photos. dozens among dozens. some printed, some polaroids.
leon half asleep in a classroom, cheek squished into his hand. the picture had a mustache skibbled with a sharpie.
leon in uniform, trying to look intimidating and failing because there was still a certain softness in his expression.
leon holding a coffe mug almost as big as his face. the mug read “#1 dad future rookie”.
“oh my god,” you whispered to yourself. “you were a baby.”
maybe it should’ve ended there. you putting the photos away, letting them gather dust for the next few years before rediscovering them again.
but it didn’t. because ever since finding those photos, you kept…studying leon. at breakfast, across the couch, while he was reading, when he fell asleep on your chest.
the rounded softness his face once had was sharper now, carved by age and hardship. there were faint lines near his eyes. a faint scar against his cheek you liked to trace with your thumb.
but, if you looked hard enough, younger leon was still there.
in the way his lashes looked unfairly long when he blinked. in the little pout he unconsciously made when he was focused. in the sheepish smile that graced his lips when you teased him.
and his eyes. his faded blue eyes still carried pieces of the boy in those pictures.
…
leon noticed. of course he did.
one evening when he was sprawled on the couch reading reports, glasses low on his nose, you were openly staring. he set the papers down slowly.
“should I be concerned?” he cocked a brow. you didn’t answer. “sweetheart?”
you blinked. “hm?”
he leaned back, crossing his arms. “you’ve been looking at me like you’re trying to solve a murder case this past week.”
your cheeks flushed a soft pink.
leon narrowed his eyes playfully. “what’s going on?”
you sighed, a small pout forming on your face. “it’s the photos.”
his brows furrowed in confusion. “...photos?”
“the ones of you at the academy.”
leon’s ears tinged pink, a groan vibrated in his chest. “oh god.”
“no, listen! you were so adorable in those pictures!” you sat up quickly.
he made a wounded sound. “adorable?”
“yes!”
“that’s not something a man likes to hear.”
“you looked like a puppy,” you giggled. “little golden retriever…no, a german shepherd!”
he covered his face. you crawled over to straddle his lap, pulling his wrists away from his face. a laugh bubbled out of your lips.
“I’m serious,” you said, voice softer now. “I can’t stop looking at you and seeing him.”
leon’s expression changed into something gentler. your finger traced his jaw slowly.
“honestly,” you started, grinning. “if I had met you back then…”
he cocked a brow. “you would have what, hm?”
you leaned in close to whisper dramatically. “I would’ve had the biggest crush on you.”
his ears turned redder.
“and,” you added, kissing his cheek. “I would have claimed you as mine immediately.”
leon stared at you, curiosity and temptation swirling in his eyes. then, he gave the most helpless, flustered laugh. “you’re unbelievable,” he chuckled.
“I’m just being honest,” you grin.
“you would’ve liked academy me?”
“I would’ve been obsessed with academy you.”
he looked almost offended by the idea.
“I had terrible hair.”
“you have the same hair…”
he rolled his eyes at that one.
“I was reckless back then.”
“cute.”
“I made bad decisions.”
“very cute.”
“you have terrible taste,” he pinched the bridge of his nose.
you laughed so hard you nearly tipped into him. your arms wrapped around his neck as his expression softened. his hand reached up to brush your hair behind your ear.
“truthfully…” he murmured. “I’m glad we didn’t meet back then.”
your eyes widened in surprise. “why?”
a small, almost embarrassed smile graced his face. “younger me…he was reckless, thought that being brave meant being stupid,” he shook his head.
his thumb brushed against your cheek. “I would’ve been a terrible boyfriend.”
“I doubt that.”
“no,” he smiled. “I probably would’ve tried to impress you by doing something idiotic. like climbing up the side of your balcony.”
you snorted. “sounds about right.”
he laughed too. then his voice turned quiet.
“I think,” he said. “I think I had to become this version of me before I could love you right.
your heart melted. “leon…”
he touched his forehead against yours. “I’m glad we met when we did.”
you kissed him before he could say anything else. soft, slow, and tender enough to make him melt. when you pulled back, you studied him again.
that same look.
he groaned.
“you’re doing it again.”
“what?”
“that look.”
you giggled, cupping his face. “I’m seeing baby-faced leon.”
“you know,” he murmured, hands brushing up your waist. “if you keep talking about how badly you would’ve wanted younger me…”
he kissed your jaw. “...I might get jealous.”
you laughed. “of yourself?”
gently, he maneuvered you onto the couch, his body resting on top of yours. his lips travelled down your neck.
“for the record,” you whispered, almost breathless. “I would have claimed rookie leon too.”
his teeth grazed your pulse. “and who claims me now?”
by the time leon came home, it was already well after midnight. you heard the front food click before you saw him. the familiar heavy steps of his boots across the floor were slower than usual.
when he stepped into the bedroom, you finally saw the exhaustion that painted him. his jacket was falling off one shoulder. his hair was damp from the rain, shadows formed under his blue eyes, and he looked older than when he left a few weeks ago.
“hey,” you offered him a soft smile.
leon tried so hard to return that smile, and it absolutely broke your heart.
he stood in the doorway for a second like he didn’t know how to cross the room. like some part of him was still overseas, fighting zombies and surrounded by gunfire.
but then, he slowly made his way to you.
the mattress dipped beneath his weight. the grime from his clothes soiled the sheets but neither of you said anything about it. slowly, leon folded into you. not graceful, not composed. he collapsed on you.
his forehead pressed against your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist so tight it almost hurt. you ran your fingers through his hair and felt him shake with a breath that was too sharp to be steady.
“I missed you,” he murmured, voice rough.
“I’m here.”
that was all it took. his composure came undone from your simple words. he leaned up and enveloped your lips in his own.
not hungry. not desperate. but reverent, like he was proving you were real. every touch after that was slow, almost fragile. the way his fingers traced your face, your shoulders, moving down to slip your clothes off, then his own.
his chapped lips were rough on your skin, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. he held you as if he was memorizing you.
leon let out a groan as he slid in, his forehead pressed against yours. he stayed still for a moment, basking in your warmth.
“I thought I wasn’t coming back,” he said softly.
you cradled his jaw, making him meet your eyes.
“but you did.”
that was enough for tears to well up in his eyes. he tried to laugh it off, almost embarrassed. his hips began moving slowly against yours. “I thought this part of me was left behind years ago.”
he lifted his head enough to look at you, eyes glassy, lashes wet. that’s when you saw it.
for a moment, the weight in his face fell away, and in those blue eyes you saw the same softness that was there when he was a rookie. when he was twenty one and reckless enough to believe that he could save everyone.
even after all these years, he never truly changed. the same impossible hope. the same stubborn decency. the same dreams that he carried before the world taught him what survival really was.
“no,” you said softly, voice cracking when his thrust faltered. “it’s still there.”
leon frowned slightly, like he didn’t understand.
“the part of you that still hopes,” you murmured. “the part of you that still dreams.”
his breath caught in his throat.
“god, I’m gonna marry you someday,” he groaned into your neck.
you smiled into his hair. “well, you could at least make me cum first.”
leon let out a growl. his hands reached up to cup your face, leaning down to kiss you. then, his hips started thrusting again, building a rhythm.
“my gorgeous girl,” he huffed, his cock driving deep. “what would I do without you?”
you whimpered, clenching around him tightly. you were so sensitive after weeks of not having him. soft moans and heavy breaths filled the air as leon lazily fucked into you, filling you up with his release and you soiling the sheets with yours.
and for a moment, you both stayed like that, your limbs intertwined in the most intimate way possible.
☁︎⋅ (18+) plus-size!reader sitting on older!leon’s face (request)
“I don’t what to suffocate you,” you pouted.
“I’d die a happy man,” he chuckled.
leaving no room for hesitation, leon grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap. his tone was gentle and firm. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I just want you to sit on my face,” he said lowly.
your cheeks flushed at his crude words. “I just- I just don’t want to hurt you…I’m a little heavy,” you murmured, looking away from him.
“sweetheart, out of all the things in this world, you’d be the last one to hurt me,” leon said. he cocked his head at you. “I’ll tell you if anything’s wrong, yeah?”
and that’s how you found yourself on top of him. you wore nothing but one of his shirts. leon was cheesing extra hard, looking up at you. slowly, you lowered yourself onto him.
his tongue reached out to lick a stripe up your cunt. your body shivered as pleasure rippled through your core. “fuck, leon,” you moaned.
leon’s strong hands came to hold your plush thighs. his lips closed around your clit, sucking the hard bundle of nerves. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping the headboard.
“mmm, you taste so fucking good,” he mumbled. “yeah, I think you squirted a little.”
his tongue prodded at your cunt, slowly sliding in and out. his mouth was wide open, catching every drop of arousal you leaked out. when he felt your hips shift up, as if you were trying to hold your weight up, he groaned. rather than saying anything, his hands pulled you down so you sat nicely on his face. a squeal and a confused gasp escaped your lips.
“l-leon, wait! are you okay?” you tried to move off him. but his grip was too strong as he held you in place.
“sweetheart, just let me make you cum,” he grunted.
the pleasure was too overwhelming for you to protest. his tongue moved fluidly, in and out and in and out. his nose was pressed against your clit, stimulating you even more. your eyes were hooded but you watched as one of his hands reached down to stroke his cock.
leon’s dick was red and throbbing. he swore he’s never been harder than he was at that moment. your legs started to shake as your orgasm grew closer.
“baby, I can’t-ngh! I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. tentatively, you began moving your hips, fucking yourself on his tongue. leon couldn’t help but moan. his tongue went deeper, sucking any essence that dripped from you.
your vision went white as the pleasure took over your body. a gush of cum squirted onto leon’s face, surely making a mess. strings of moans and whines left your lips as your rode your high. once you caught your breath, you lifted yourself off his face. leon’s cheeks were flushed and soaked. he had a drunk smile on his face. looking down at his cock, you saw that he came all over himself.
“we made a mess,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands.
leon chuckled, pulling you in for a kiss. you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. a squeal left your lips when he manhandled you beneath him. “we haven’t even gotten to the main course,” he smirked, grinding his cock against you.
𓏲 ˖ ✉️ྀི * 𝓟𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 ୭ 𝓵𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝓴𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 : he proves just how much he loves you ✶ adult content. minors do not interact. husband!leon. plus size!reader. body insecurities - specifically weight. comfort. neck kisses. breast play. mirror sex. clit play. teasing. fingering. female orgasm. 1.6k words.
all day leon's main focus had been on the new bundle of paperwork he had received, but as he entered the bedroom to see you standing in front of the full-length mirror, that immediately changed. there was a frown on your face, your brows pulled together in the middle as you stared at your own reflection.
you were still wearing your pyjama shorts and a t-shirt you had owned for the better half of a decade. the shirt was smaller now, rising just a little near the hem of your shorts, and the shorts themselves were tighter around the plush of your ass. there wasn't a whole lot being left to the imagination when it came to your form.
one hand was pressed just below your waist, gripping gently at the love handles that had become more prominent over time, while the other was situated on your hip. you were so lost in your thoughts and worries that you didn't even notice leon come in until he had already set down his papers on the end of the bed and was standing behind you.
"hey," he murmured, voice low and caring, replacing your hands with his own. "what're you seeing that i don't, hmm?"
his thumbs began to move in slow circles over your skin, grounding you in place. he leaned in slightly, pressing a kiss to your right shoulder before resting his chin in the crook of your neck.
you lean your head back against him, cradling yourself in his embrace as his arms moved to wrap around your waist, "you still like my body… right?"
leon's eyebrows furrow more than they already had been at your question, and with his heart in his throat, he says, "of course i do. i love every part of you. what's brought this on, baby?"
you lift your shoulders into a slow shrug, "i don't know… i just… i know i wasn't thin when we got together… but now i'm just…" your words fade off, a deep sigh falling from you instead.
leon understood where this was going, and for a moment, he wanted nothing more than to throw you down on the bed and to show you just how much he loved your body. but he knew that you needed more than just that right now.
he turned you gently in his arms so that you were facing him and slid his hands up your arms to cradle your face. his eyes - always tired but tender for you - locked onto yours with a deep intensity.
"you think i fell in love with just a body?" he urges softly, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. "i didn't. i fell in love with you. i fell in love with the way you laugh when you're not supposed to, and the way you hum old songs when you're in a good mood. the way you poke your tongue out without realising whenever you're concentrating really hard."
his voice dropped lower, rough with certainty. "i fell in love with you for you… and this?" he ran a hand over your hip, firm and purposeful. "this is home to me now, no matter how much you change."
leon's words filled you with a warmth that no one but he ever could. the reassurance and promise in his eyes as he said every word, uttered every syllable, you knew he was speaking nothing but the truth.
his truth.
"you really mean that?" you ask, voice smaller than normal as your gaze fell to where your hands had reached for his shirt just above his belt. it had become a habit for you to mindlessly reach for him whenever you were doubting yourself.
"mean it?" leon echoed, a frown creasing his brow, once more. "baby, of course i do."
with one hand, he cupped your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his again, his thumb brushing along your lower lip. but he can see that you're still struggling a little to believe him. the way your chin dimpled and your lips slightly frowned.
so with an assured and gentle firmness, leon guides you to stand facing the mirror, your back flush against his front. his hands find purchase on your hips, holding you with undeniable love and care.
standing like this, the way your body contrasts against his, it's even more obvious now. he's all hard muscle and firm lines, and you… you're soft, curves and femininity.
"look at us," he whispers into your ear, voice rough with sincerity. "look at you."
his words, the rasp in his voice, send a shiver down your spine. you can feel every breath he takes against your back, the way his chest rises and falls, every subtle twitch of his muscles as his hands hold you close to him.
"look at how good you look, hmm?" he says against your neck, his grip on you tightening just a little. "how pretty you look against me. how soft you feel beneath my hands."
he shifts one hand from your hip, sliding it slowly up your side, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, the soft swell of your ribs underneath cotton and skin. every inch he touches tingles under his fingers.
his other hand joins in now, sweeping over the gentle roll at your waist before splaying wide across your lower belly like a silent claim being made.
your breath catches and your body tenses slightly in the reflection. leon feels it, but he doesn't stop. he can't stop. not until the doubt is gone, not until you understand just how much he worships you.
"you really think i wouldn't want all of this?" he murmurs into your neck, his lips brushing against your jaw. "you think i don't wake up every morning with my hands and mouth itching to touch you? i ache to feel you."
a shiver runs down your spine once more from the gruffness and honesty in his voice, making you press yourself a little more into him. he chuckles low and soft at that, feeling your reaction.
if there was anything leon knew how to do… it was to rile you up.
he knew each and every button to press, and when to press it.
"seeing you like this… looking at yourself…" he paused again to gently nip at the shell of your ear. "it makes me want to show you even more just how much i love you… and your body."
you can't help but let yourself fall victim to the 'leon kennedy' charm once again. it's what got you in trouble in the first place.
your body was beginning to warm up, the heat rising to your cheeks and your heart gradually beating faster. you were like putty in his hands every time he so much as lowered his voice an octave or two into that slow seductive tone, and the way he was touching you now was starting to drive you insane.
leon hummed in satisfaction as he felt your body melt into him, his hands growing bolder as they slid down to your thighs. his touch was firm, and always deliberate, as he pulled you even closer. his lips returned to your neck, sucking and biting at every sensitive spot, knowing exactly how to make you squirm.
"leon…" you quietly gasp his name, head rolling back against his shoulder fully now.
your lips parted as your breaths grew heavier, hands moving to find purchase on him as his lips roamed over your skin with tantalising precision.
a rumble of appreciation escapes his throat at the sound of your name on his lips, making him squeeze the flesh of your thigh in an almost possessive manner. he loved it when you said his name like that. he loved it when you moaned and gasped, begged, and screamed it. for him, it was music to his ears, and he was damn proud to be the cause of it.
"mhm… that's it," he growled, one hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, slow and teasing.
his fingers danced dangerously close to where you wanted them most, but he held back, as his other hand crept up your stomach now, brushing softly beneath the curve of your breast.
you were practically begging for his touch now. your hands grasped at the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer, wanting more.
"leon… please…" you gasped, your voice filled with a desperate plead for more than just the teasing he was giving you.
he hummed again with satisfaction, the smirk on his face evident as he felt you trembling against him. god, he loved the sight of you like this.
"shh… i've got you," he said in a low, soothing voice. “i'm going to take care of you, baby. but first…" he pauses to turn your head to face the mirror once more, his chin resting on your shoulder. "i want you to watch yourself. can you do that for me?"
your vision was slightly blurred, your focus torn between the feeling of his hands on you and the reflection in the mirror. your skin was warm, and your chest was rising and falling with every breath. but you manage to nod.
"good girl," he rumbled at the agreement, the praise sending a shiver through you. his own breathing was starting to match your rhythm now, deep and slightly shaky as he continued to trail his lips along your skin.
one hand was still on your thigh, massaging gently, while the other slipped to the thin material of your shorts. his fingertips slowly pushed under the hem, just to brush softly against the elastic of your panties. the contact made you shiver, a soft gasp escaping your lips.
his eyes flicked back up to meet yours in the mirror, a low chuckle escaping his throat. you were already so responsive, so sensitive to his touch. it only made him want to see more.
"keep watching, sweetheart," he whispered against your neck with a gruff edge to his voice, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to tease you. his fingers brushed lightly against the front of your underwear now, barely a touch, but it had you biting back a moan. "don't take your eyes off yourself."
"o-okay…" you pant, the word broken and shaky by how undone he already had you, and he hadn't even really begun.
his fingers curled gently against the fabric of your panties, slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of your hip before sliding through the damp heat. a groan rumbled in his chest as he felt how ready you were for him.
"look at that," he said, voice thick with desire. "you're already so wet… and all i did was touch you."
he circled his thumb over where your clit is with agonizing slowness, watching your reaction in the mirror.
you gasp at the contact, a jolt of pleasure shooting through you as he teased you with his touch. you could feel his gaze burning into you, watching your every little reaction with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.
"….leon…" you moan, hands clenching into fists as you try to keep your gaze on yourself. your own eyes are darkened with the same desire, your breath coming in a little faster, mirroring the speed of your heart beat.
"what is it, baby?" leon asks, his voice low and sultry, his words almost a growl against your ear. his thumb continues to tease you, rubbing circles with the perfect amount of pressure. he's enjoying this. how easily undone you are by his touch alone.
"more….more… please…" you plead, hands gripping impossibly tighter, your knuckles tensed with desperation. "i need… more."
"more?" he rumbled, dragging the word out. "you want more of this?"
his fingers finally slip beneath the edge of your panties, spreading you open with slow intent. one finger slides through your folds then two push in deep without warning.
you cry out.
"look," he commands gently but firmly, his free hand tilting your chin back toward the mirror. "watch how pretty you are when you come apart for me."
he curls his fingers just right - the rough pad of his calloused fingers catching the sweet spot inside - and suddenly it's all too much. the heat in your cheeks, the tremble in your thighs… and leon behind you, owning every second of it.
"that's it," he comforts. "i've got you."
your knees grow even weaker, almost buckling beneath you as the pleasure of his touch suffuses through your entire body. his fingers - thick and long - curl perfectly inside your gummy walls, pushing you towards the edge.
"baby…." you whimper, your voice breaking as your hips begin to roll instinctively against his hand, chasing the friction, the depth, him.
"shh," he soothes this time, though his own breath is ragged now and control fraying at the edges. "i know, baby. i know."
he adds a third finger with a slow stretch that makes you gasp and arch hard into him. his thumb finds your clit again, creating firm circles with the thrust of his hand, and every nerve in your body lights up.
your reflection shows it all. lips parted as silent moans fall from you, eyes glossy and unfocused, cheeks warm. even your fingers have torn free from the grip on fabric and are now clutching wildly at his forearm.
not pausing in his ministrations, leon leans forward, his lips finding the exposed curve of your shoulder once more. he kisses the soft skin, trailing up to your throat, until he reaches your ear.
"leon- i'm gonna-"
"that's it," he urges. "come for me, baby. let me feel you."
his thumb presses harder over your clit, giving it one final circle, and then it hits.
your walls clench around his fingers as pleasure rips through you in hot, pulsing waves. a choked cry escapes you as your knees finally give out.
but leon is ready.
he catches you easily with an arm snaking around your waist before pulling you fully against him. he doesn't stop moving, drawing out every last tremor until you're trembling in his arms.
"fffffuck….." you groan, finally taking a breath as the orgasm passes.
leon holds you close as you shudder and twitch against him, his lips finding that sensitive spot on your neck and murmurs words of praise and comfort into your skin. you can feel his chest rumble with each breath, the steady, solid beat of his heart grounding you as you slowly find yourself again.
after a few long breaths, he slips his fingers free of you, his hand coming up to turn your face towards the mirror using the back of his hand.
"look at you… so beautiful."
you blink back into focus to find yourself staring at your own reflection in the mirror. you look spent, exhausted in the best way possible, with a hazy glow in your eyes that only comes from being thoroughly cared for by the man behind you.
"beautiful." he repeats, then turns you in his arms, pulling you into his chest as his head rests on top of your head. "no more worrying about this body, okay? no more worrying about weight, curves or anything else."
when you don't answer he makes you look up at him, cupping your face,"promise me."
"…i promise," you eventually nod.
he presses a kiss to your forehead, holding it for a moment before pulling away, "good girl."
re9!Leon Kennedy x reader
cw intended younger reader but there's literally no way for you to know unless you read my mind so. not proofread
leon isn’t use to this.
it’s 9pm, there’s a storm distantly raging through the confines of your home and leon is in bed. next to you.
in all his years that he's spent labouring over a country that wouldn't bat an eye if he lived or died, he's never been so sure it was worth it.
you’re sitting beside him, leaning on him slightly, engrossed in some cooking show you were watching. you had a throw blanket secure around your shoulders that, he supposes, is doing a better job at keeping out the biting than the shirt he has on.
20 minutes ago, he had been researching a vacation for the two of you, reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. now, he was pretending not to be watching your show alongside you.
"Leon?" you say, leaning your head back so it can lean against his shoulder.
"yeah, baby?" he murmurs back. the pet name is sickly sweet as it rolls off his tongue.
"can you fill my water bottle, please? im so warm I don't want to get up," you ask with a shy smile.
"of course. want anything else?" he asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he sets his laptop aside. you hand him your water bottle, murmuring a soft 'no' as he moves out of the room.
when he comes back, he finds you still engrossed in your show now with the blanket higher on your shoulders. you eagerly accept the water bottle, making a gentle noise of content as Leon presses another kiss to your head as he settles back down.
your arm wiggles its way around his back, pulling your blanket over his own shoulders. he takes it from your hand, pulling it over himself the rest of the way as your hand falls to his waist.
"thank you, sweetheart. was starting to get a bit chilly," he grins down at you as you nestle closer to him.
"hmm I'll always be here to warm you," you say back as your eyes begin to droop, susceptible to the comfort that is Leon.
making out with your (rookie!leon) boyfriend in his jeep.
You were pressed into the passenger seat of Leon’s Jeep, your arms locked tightly around his neck, pulling him closer than he already was, but it still wasn’t enough. His hands roamed over your body with urgency, gripping whatever he could, wherever he could reach, as if trying to memorize the feel of your soft skin.
Your lips crashed into his, messy and desperate, hunger spilling into every movement. What started as an innocent goodbye kiss after your date quickly spiraled into something deeper. The kiss intensified, teeth grazing, breaths tangling, tongues chasing each other like neither of you could get enough. The sensation of him was overwhelming, consuming you completely.
His lips were rough, slightly chapped from the city’s cold, but the contrast only made yours feel softer. The intoxicating taste of your flavored gloss already smeared was driving him crazy, blurred between you both as he kissed you harder, then slower for a fleeting moment, like he wanted to savor it before losing control all over again.
“Fuck,” he whispered, finally pulling back just enough to breathe.
A thin string of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking, both of them swollen and flushed from the intensity of the kisses. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his forehead hovering close to yours.
His eyes found yours in the darkness of the car, pleading and undeniably desperate for more.
A sharp breath hitched from him when you caught his lower lip between your teeth, his composure slipping for just a second. The tension in his body tightened under your hands, every reaction betraying just how much he was affected.
“Baby come upstairs, please,” you whispered against his mouth, your voice heavy with want.
His forehead dipped to yours, eyes closing briefly as if he was trying to steady himself. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, voice rough, almost strained.
Leon’s thumb brushed along your jaw, slower this time, like he was savoring the moment instead of rushing through it. When his eyes opened again, they were softer but no less intense.
