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Family matters

Death Island! Leon x reader

Summary: Years of fighting bioterrorism, Leon finally found a person he loves but lately going to your family's kids birthday parties, he realized he wants a family of his own.

Warnings: fluff and comedy, just Leon yearning for a family and being a bit dramatic

Note: It’s funny how I always write about pregnancy with Leon but fun fact about me, I actually have a phobia of getting/being pregnant that I get actual nightmares about it.  sorry I've been MIA, so much stuff has happened and I hadn't had the motivation to write so this isn't fully edited

Word count: 3K+

Leon was in a daze. More than usual lately. It wasn't the regular daze where he was stuck in his head from all the missions he went through and the lingering trauma of what he had experienced where he couldn’t get out of bed at times or he preferred to stay locked in his office to bury himself in mountains of reports just to forget what he had seen on each mission.

It wasn’t this type of daze. Somehow, Leon found himself watching your family’s kids with  intent, imagining what life would have been like if he had never gone to Raccoon City that night and just stayed away like the letter had suggested. Would he be a good dad like your cousin was towards his children? Would he have been a helicopter parent? Would he have a lot of kids? 

It was foolish thinking. In his line of work, he hardly had time to be at home, any thought of children should have left the moment the government decided he should join them in fighting bioterrorism. 

But dreams were good, right? Fantasies were allowed as long he didn’t act on them. Of course Leon didn’t act on them. He totally didn’t go to the store to linger in the children section showing you the latest cute clothes for children trying to pass it off as presents for your nieces. He didn’t go to the magazine section to read up on the latest pregnancy article. And he especially wasn’t looking at your stomach and touching it more often, or laying his head on it believing he can feel something underneath there.

Now his mind was completely elsewhere while at a birthday party for your cousin’s daughter. Leon thought he would have been a good dad to a girl, it was a thought that was always in the back of his mind since he was twenty-one. He was too afraid to have a son and have the imaginary son end up exactly like him or worse; his father. A daughter may end up like him but truth be told; he always wanted a daughter anyways.

Leon hated to think he was a natural with children when he was nothing but awkward around them. Sherry begged to differ since she liked being around him back in Raccoon City and you told him differently with how the little ones seem to like to come to him for some reason whenever he had the time to come to parties.

Perhaps because he always brought the most expensive or biggest gifts to each party. Uncle Leon was a mysterious and cool guy that his jokes seem to land more with the children than the adults. At least your family liked him, the aunties were always raving and whispering rather loudly how handsome he is and it definitely didn’t make some of the husbands jealous of their wives fawning over him.

Until Leon brings the beers to the non-children parties then he’s cool in their books. This was what normalcy felt like. This was what family looked like. He never had much of this growing up - he hardly had a family. With you, he finally understood what family meant. 

Leon was deep in thought looking around at the party, leaning back against the uncomfortable metal chair with his arms crossed over his chest. He liked to keep his view on the entire backyard to assess any upcoming threats, his eyes were always alert and narrow; not today they were soft, seeing the children laugh and play around, older family members dancing. 

His daze of normalcy was disrupted by you.

“Whaf if I bounced on it?” 

“What?” Leon questioned, immediately turning his head towards you with wide eyes.

“What if I bounced on it here and now?” You asked again, tilting your head in such an adorable way that Leon almost agreed and almost asked if he could cum inside of you if you did bounce on it right here and now. He had better control than that, he wasn’t in his early twenties anymore and children were present.

Leon looked around at the family party, nervously and with a bit of shyness. Fuck when was the last time he felt shy? Though, you brought that out of him at times.  “Sweetheart, I don't think that would be appropriate.” He scolded you.

“Sure it would, it's there for a reason.” You shrugged, nonchalantly, 

For the first time in months, his cheeks burned a bright red. “You can't just whip it out whenever you feel like. There's children around.”

“It's there for a reason. Who cares what anyone thinks?” 

“I do!” He protested.

A big huff came out of you. “Well I don’t.” You got up and Leon believed you were gonna ride him in the middle of a family event until you began walking away from him towards the jumping castle.

Oh. 

Oh. 

That's what you meant by bouncing on it. A jumping castle. Not his dick. What the fuck was going on with Leon that everytime he was around you that his mind kept going to the gutter? He groaned and placed his face in his hands to hide his embarrassment. 

And this wasn’t the first incident that has happened. Either his mind was constantly in the gutter or he was interpreting what you would say in a different manner. The first incident was the put it in me incident, that was the first time he realized he wanted to put a baby in you.

The incident went like this: it was similar to this situation, you were asking for him to put something in your ear because of an infection that somehow messed up your ear and his mind completely froze, stammering out a “what”. Granted, he hadn’t been listening much that day because he kept checking you out wondering if you were pregnant from how much bigger your breast seemed today or perhaps he was imagining it.

His imagination tends to override reality at times.

“Just put it in me, Leon!” You shouted, frustrated.

He was going to whip it out and put his dick in you. He was reaching for his zipper until you held out a bottle towards him. To say the least, he felt embarrassed and a little disappointed that you didn’t mean his dick. Either way, he was going to put you first and help you with the ear infection.

And each incident was crazier than that. It felt a little embarrassing at his age that he was acting this way. He wasn’t some horny teenager. He was above that, though, lately – after the Alcatraz Island mission; his mind had shifted a lot.

All thanks to Rebecca.

Rebecca had asked him if he was going to have any children with you anytime soon with a teasing nudge. He stiffened at that idea and immediately replied with a quick “never” then she mentioned how you both deserved a family if that’s what you both wanted.

Leon was sure for the longest time that’s what he didn’t want. He couldn’t bring a child into the world when there were still monsters out there determined to make viruses at every turn that he had to deal with and eradicate. He brushed off that idea of having anything for himself and now? He was constantly thinking about it.

He looked over to you in the bouncing castle interacting with your younger cousins. You were picking them up and slamming them on the bouncy castle. The sight made him chuckle from how aggressively you were playing with them. 

The children loved it. 

Would it look like this if you had children with him? He’d liked to think so. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t possible for him to have children, not with his job. The reality almost saddened him for a moment until something tugged at his shirt. With his senses always on alert, surprise filled him that something managed to catch him off guard.

Leon looked down to see the newest addition to the family. Veronica, a petite six-year old girl that constantly liked when Leon came over to parties because she liked to swing on his biceps, holding onto the edge of his shirt with big eyes.

“What is it, Veronica?” Leon questioned, turning in his seat feeling relieved to have moved on the uncomfortable metal chair just to lean down better towards the little girl. “You okay?” 

“I fell.” 

Leon rose an eyebrow and glanced down towards her knees. There were scrapes on her knees and flesh blood trickling down her legs. He didn’t like the sight of blood on someone innocent like Veronica and something deep inside of him demanded to wash away the blood and to fix the situation. 

“Quite a fall. Come, let’s get you cleaned up.” Leon pointed out and pushed himself off the metal chair to bend down picking up the little girl. He secured her in his right arm making sure she was comfortable before maneuvering across the grass. 

He didn’t get far when her mother came up and darted her eyes down to see Veronica bleeding again. She sighed, “you don’t have to deal with this, Leon. I can take her.”

“I don’t want you, mommy. I want Uncle Leon to help me.” Veronica immediately interjected.

Leon’s lips shifted up the tiniest bit. “You heard the little lady.” He said and patted Veronica’s back with security, “I got her.” He promised her mother with sincerity he was only allowed when he was around your family that became his family by extension. “I’m familiar with wounds like this, she’s in good hands.” 

Her mother nodded in agreement and Leon took her. There was a warmth blooming in his chest from your family trusting him so easily without complications or expecting everything back. He was so use to his world that at times, he almost forget this world exist too where love didn’t need transactions or paybacks.

It was just given.

Leon followed the familiar route out of the backyard to inside of the quaint two story house. It was almost second nature following the layout when he was constantly at your cousin’s house. For some reason, your cousin Caleb really liked having Leon around and easily became friends.

Therefore, his children loved Leon too, like Veronica.

Leon pushed open the ajar bathroom door with a shoulder and flicked on the switch to assess the damage on Veronica’s knees better. Placing the kid on the edge of the counter, he knelt down in front of her and carefully wrapped his hand around her ankle bringing the open flesh closer to his face.

It wasn’t too bad. Though, he assumed Veronica would have been screaming or sobbing from the pain; yet, there hasn’t been a peep out of her. “You sure you’re okay?” Leon questioned.

Veronica nodded. “Mhm-hmm.”

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“It does.” Veronica replied.

“Then why aren’t you crying, kid?” Leon asked, opening the cabinet beneath the sink to find first aid. 

“Because you told me that I’m a tough girl and I can handle anything.” Veronica repeated the mantra like it was second nature and Leon’s heart stammered. He had said it months ago when she had fallen off a swing when he was watching her. Of course the tears brimmed in her eyes and Leon didn’t know what to do at first, he couldn’t treat her like a soldier.

Veronica wasn’t a soldier. She’s a child. So, he told her a mantra that he had told himself during his days training with Krauser. He can handle anything; that was keeping him alive and away from putting a bullet through his head. Immediately, he saw the tears evaporating and the little girl’s chest puffing out.

Just like now.

Leon didn’t need to fight monsters created by greedy companies or corrupt leaders. His words alone had an impact. His fingers tightened a fraction around the first aid kit; he had made a difference and he didn’t need to put his life on the line for it.

This is why he loved your family. This is why his mind kept contradicting himself on the idea of wanting kids. If he can change his children's lives this way, then maybe, it would worth having one. 

A relieved smile formed on his lips as his hands easily found their way around the first aid kit – second nature to Leon from having to patch himself up too many times when there wasn’t a proper medic around - and took out the necessary items to fix her leg up.

“And don’t you forget you’re a tough girl,” Leon murmured gently, blowing soft air on the wound to cool down the heat before adding the antiseptic spray while her knee twitched. He muttered a quick apology, glancing up to make sure he didn’t harm her; there was no reaction and he smiled bigger from how brave she was. It didn’t take him long to fix her damaged knee up, allowing her to talk so she could forget about the pain; he couldn’t understand half of the things she was saying. 

It was just. . .innocent. He almost forgot how innocent the world is. Almost practically every day he lived in the darkest parts the world had to offer; carry the burden of what the public couldn’t know.

Make sure Raccoon City doesn’t happen again. 

There was still life in all of the death. 

Leon placed the Hello Kitty band-aid on her knee, stood up and patted her head. “There you go, all fixed up and practically new. You have a story to tell your friends about the killer scar you’re going to get, kiddo.” He said, grabbing Veronica by the waist and placing her down. “Go play with Spongebob or whatever.” He added gruffly and opened the door only to be met by you.

A big, cheeky smile formed on your lips as your arms were crossed. Leon can see the smugness written all over your face, his quick observation skills picked up on that you were listening to the whole interaction. 

His cheeks burned and muttered annoyed, “sneaking around again?” 

“Hmm, yeah.” You agreed with a shrug and grabbed Veronica by the head turning her towards the way of the backyard and gently pushed her in that direction. “It’s easy when you’re distracted.”

Leon grunted annoyed and before he can make a sarcastic comment, Veronica pulled on his jeans. “Thank you, Uncle Leon!” One quick tiny hug, her arms fit around his calf and his heart warmed from the hug; as much he was enjoying the innocence radiating from the little girl, she scampered off and he chuckled.

“You know, if you had a daughter like Veronica, she would get in trouble just like you.” Leon stated, closing the bathroom door behind him and not-so subtly, his eyes glanced down towards your stomach again with a head tilt. “Possibly sneaking around and trying to scare me too like you.”

He tried hinting. Leon wasn’t going to outright say he wanted children at the moment. He was admittedly shy - he was so adamant at the beginning of the relationship about not wanting kids. Now, he wasn’t sure how to bring it up, the best way was this way.

A laugh escaped your lips. “Right, but we don’t have children! So you’re just stuck with me.” He almost deflated from how clueless you responded. 

Usually, you could pick up on his hints easily; he thought the two of you were more connected knowing the person’s thoughts easily. Not this time, had he really been adamant on expressing he never wanted children before? 

Perhaps so. His face use to scrunch up at the thought of children or being a parent. His mind was too deep in his disappointed thoughts that he almost didn’t feel your hand curl around his bicep. “Come on, let’s get back to the party, they’re going to hit the pinata!” 

Leon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, let’s go steal some kid’s candy.” 

Leon was spiraling even more. The world was mocking him. Each time he turned on the TV, there was children commercials from Pampers, Disneyland trips that made him seethe in his spot on the couch with his arms folded as he fumed seeing the dad happy with his little girl on rides. 

You looked at him like he was crazy and determined wrongfully he hated Disneyland. He tried giving a hint that it would be nice to go to an amusement park like Legoland and you just replied sincerely, “yeah, let’s kidnap my cousin’s kid to get inside.” 

Leon had to inhale deeply at that. 

At dinner, Leon was telling you random facts about being a girl dad that he had got from your cousin trying to hint once again about the idea of children. You were in the middle of eating your food and you made a face, “honestly that information might be good for when we get a cat.” 

Leon had to press his hands together in front of his face and pressed the tip of his nose and mouth against the side of his fingers. How much more obvious do I need to be? Leon thought, spiraling more and almost insecurely thought you didn’t want to have kids with him.

Now, it was later in the night and Leon was sulking on the bed. To anyone else, his stoic face looked like he was pissed or not in the mood. To you, it meant he had something on his mind. He was just blankly staring at the wall in front of him, glaring at it like it personally offended; almost wanting to strangle the invisible thing in front of him.

“Leon?” You questioned, sitting on the edge of the bed where he was laying at, dipping right beside him to place a hand on his thigh. A simple hum of acknowledgement came out of him. “Leon, what’s wrong?” 

For a long moment, Leon couldn’t look at you or reply. His eyes were fixated on the wall trying to let it spell out whatever his troubles were and when they didn’t, he took a long breath and finally looked at you. “Do you not want to have kids with me?” He asked, finally.

“What?” Confusion laced on your face from the sudden question, “where did this come from?”

“Did you really not get my hints for the past couple weeks?” He questioned, small yet frustrated.

You stared at him with more confusion trying to understand what hints he was talking about. When you didn’t immediately reply, Leon groaned and flipped over on the bed turning away from you rather dramatically. “Leon, if you’re going to sulk like a child then I’m going to treat you like one.” You scolded, patting his butt harshly that he glared over his shoulder, “what are you talking about, honey?” 

Leon clenched his jaw, not out of annoyance but from deciphering if he wanted to spill what he has been agonizing about for the longest time. The tension in his jaw finally released when he took another deep breath, “I’ve been dropping hints non stop about wanting children and you just kept. . .brushing it off. Am I. . .” He inhaled a shaky breath, “Am I someone you don’t want to have kids with? I know I’m not always emotionally available and I’m gone constantly but I swear, I can be a good dad and a better husband for you.” 

Realization dawned on you that Leon wanted children. Now that you were thinking about it, you were wondering why he had been acting weird and that one time he had tripped over his slippers from staring at your stomach. You thought you were getting fat and he was just too polite to say something.

No, he just wanted a family with you.

A giggle escaped your lips, “Leon,” you said softly, reaching out to grasp his face and leaned against his bicep to look at him better, “I really didn’t know you wanted kids. You should have told me immediately instead of just dropping hints!” You leaned in and kissed his nose, he scrunched his nose but let himself smile a bit.

“I didn’t think anything of it because you told me how you didn’t want children at the beginning of us dating.” You recalled, brushing strands of his hair away from his face, “I respected that and made my peace with that, too. But, truly, if you feel mentally okay with having children then I wouldn’t mind having them with you.” 

His eyes lit up as they always do when he was with you. Leon turned around to face you and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing his face against your stomach. “I love you, baby. . .do you think I’ll be a good dad?” 

Your fingers brushed against his forehead to play with the strands of his hair. “The best.” 

Leon grinned bigger. “Thank you Rebecca for putting this idea further in my head.” He snuggled further against your stomach, planting a small kiss. “You’re not pregnant right now, are you?” He asked with hope but you shook your head, disappointment filled him for a moment then a mischievous grin tugged on his lips, “we’ll I guess I’m calling off work for the next three days making sure you’re properly filled by me.” 

Leon suddenly tugged you over him to take you on top of him. A loud series of laugh escaped and his lips found your neck immediately peppering kisses anywhere he could find a spot to touch. “Wait, I don’t think I’m ovulating right now.”

“You are.” Leon muttered a confirmation against your neck, purchasing his hands on your waist. “I have your cycle scheduled on my phone, so, you’re not leaving this room for the next three days.” 

“I didn’t want to, Mr. Kennedy.” 

It did not take long for you to get pregnant. 

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Writing update

I honestly had no motivation to write and I have six drafts in the works but somehow I GOT SICK DURING THE FUNERAL SMH anyways, I've been playing sims and I kinda made Leon in there [ yall know what they're doing lmao ] so idk when I'll post hopefully later this week!

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Should I work on resident evil 6! Leon or Resident evil 4! Leon. . .decisions decisions

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Highley hoping you will make a continuation of "Even a good boyfriend can be bad at something" it was so good and you left it at such a cliff hanger 😭😭😭😭 idc if there's smut in the next one im just invested in how the events of RE2 impact him and their relationship.... obviously it would a horrific experience regardless if he had a partner to come back home to but I imagine having somebody to rely on in a emotional sense would have helped him keep him grounded as he processes the events. Also probably lamenting the fact he left his jeep at the gas station after getting out of Raccoon City and probably felt nauseated the thought of going back for a car of all things. THAT'S besides the point though. Lowkey projecting because I can't imagine what the first few days after getting out of that hellhole must have been like. It must have been so jarring and unsettling to just be thrown back into safety and normality. He just deserves to have had somebody there he could rely on to keep him steady. To have his hand held in your's during those long quiet moments where his mind is clearly elsewhere. No words can truly remove the experiences, so all tou can offer is that reassurance of presence with small hand squeezes. GAhhh im sorry im so sappy I just love emotional vulnerability and commitment during difficult times, geniunely so romantic.

Despite everything, it's still you

Warnings: major PTSD, disassociation, depersonalization and derealization from Leon. Forms of/self-harm/suicidal thoughts coming from Leon. If you are not in the right mindstate to read about this topic, do not read. Angst with fluff? We all know how Leon story is so it’s just sadness. Not really proofread because I’m going out of state to the funeral so I tried to make this as quick as possible. 4k+ words

Note: can’t you see I fucking hate the american government and I live america. I also poured my soul into this because I fucking hate capitalism and I hate my job already. If you’re wondering what song to listen to while reading this, I would recommend It’s just a burning memory by The Caretaker because I headcannon that Leon suffers from major dissociation, depersonalization and derealization or if you’re not comfortable to this song, another song I chose is This used to be my playground by Madonna. Or There Are Worse Games To Play/Deep In The Meadow/The Hunger Games Suite 

Part one

Leon stood in front of a mirror staring at the reflection that stared back at him. Prominent heavy bags under dazed eyes that were glossed over with exhaustion – he didn’t recognize himself. Where was his spark that you loved so much? The smile that raised up at every instance because although the world wasn’t perfect, he can still find happiness in everything.

Who was this version of himself? Dirt and blood caked all over his pristine face that you loved to caress so much. He couldn’t tell the natural color of his hair, he almost forgot what his natural color was despite having it since birth – streaks of dried blood clung onto every last strain. And his police uniform that he was so excited to receive and wear on his first day on the job was torn around his left arm while crimson soaked bandages barely held his blood inside – everything about Leon was ruined.

His eyes darted back to his fingers - grimed with fluids he rather not think about he had obtained in Raccoon City; he didn’t notice the shakiness that were trembling through his hands and as much he had scrubbed and scrubbed the blood off his hands – it was still there. And each time he closed his eyes, he can see himself shooting Marvin, no, not Marvin, a monster.

Marvin was a monster, right? He’s a person, Leon killed a person. He killed people. People had sworn his life to protect and help. But he didn’t help anyone because Sherry had been taken away into custody and he had been forced into joining the government. 

The conversation was still ringing inside of his head. 

“It’s impressive that you’re still alive from the horror show that happened in the city.” 

Leon couldn’t reply, his eyes were trained on the floor trying to stare away from all the cameras pointed at him. He didn’t do anything wrong by surviving Raccoon City, he believed that the government had taken him and Sherry away to help them. Instead, they had taken Sherry away from him and immediately started questioning him. 

His mind had been far off and the snippets of conversation he had been able to retain was obviously blackmail. The government didn’t want to be seen as weak by other countries for allowing Umbrella releasing a virus that they had to bomb their own city – America was not weak and if there was still witnesses left; they can risk exposure. 

Leon and Sherry are the threatening exposure. At first, he refused to cooperate with them until the threat against Sherry and then, he truly was set off once the threat came onto you. 

“You’re from a small town, right, Mr. Kennedy?” A voice asked behind the double sided glass. Finally, that caught his attention more and his head snapped up to look at his reflection staring back at him. But Leon knew there was someone there staring back at him. “Your girlfriend is quite impressive. Had she come and experienced the horrors you faced in Raccoon City, she would have been exactly what we’ve been looking for.”

“You leave her out of this.” Leon’s voice dropped threateningly, rattling against the handcuffs as if he can do something from his position to protect you.

A deep chuckle came from the intercom. “Although she may not be a police officer and had the training you did, her intelligence is something we need for the field. It’s a shame she decided to go the route she wants to instead of working for the government. But, that can be easily amended if you don’t wish to work for us. We can always find. . .other options to fill in for you.”

His eyes were wide and frantic. They were able to get information easily to find you. They must be watching you right now, waiting for orders to come and hold you captive. 

Leon’s blood ran cold. The threat was clear, if he didn’t accept working for them and allowed you to be taken instead of him; you would be taken and forced into his place. He sworn he would never kill a living person unless he had to and right now, he wanted to kill whoever was behind the glass plane. 

“No! Please!” Leon shouted, hitting his restrained arms against the chair determined to break it. It stayed in place no matter how many times he was jumping on the flat surface or moving his bullet wound arm against the handcuffs. “She’s an innocent! Sherry and her are innocent in all this. Please, don’t make her go through what I did!” He cried out frantic, emotions were running high but the one thing remained certain, he wasn’t going to allow you to become traumatized like he did, “I will do it! I will go with you guys, just leave her alone.”

There was silence on the other end and Leon feared they might have already got you, and that there was actual no choice. Until, “we like to see determined young people eager to serve their country. You’re going to be a hero, Mr. Kennedy.” Another pause, “but if you step out of line, you know the consequences.” 

Consequences of being in America. Ada was right. Corporations ran America and the government, the government didn’t want to acknowledge the failure of Umbrella on their part. Leon, either way, was trapped by them. He started scrubbing his hands remembering the memory, he was trying to clean his soul from what he had to do to survive.

Trying to scrub away the night and forget about it. Never mind the fact each time he spend a second too long blinking he can see the grotesque rotting faces of monsters and creatures alike. His eyes stared blankly at his hands and each second, he was scrubbing harder under the running water; his hands didn’t look familiar, there was a lag within his body trying to register the fresh blood seeping out open wounds. 

Oh, he had harmed himself. Leon only registered the pain once there had been too much blood. Was this real blood or had he been imagining it like he had been since escaping Raccoon City? He lifted his hands up to feel the droplets of water stained blood and the cold air of the bathroom stinging against the flesh wound.

No, this was real. Leon had scrubbed too hard and open small wounds that were already there. He wasn’t sure if he was grateful for harming himself to get out of his lucid state or wishing he stayed in this fog because once his mind snapped back; he was hyper aware of everything. The hums coming from the light bulb were too loud, the smells of antiseptic and disinfectants overpowered his nose that he began to gag feeling the vomit form in his throat. Tears formed in his eyes looking around for any source of comfort.

Where were you? Where was he? His mind went into overdrive and the world seemed blurry, foggy to the point that the walls were caving and his breaths were coming into short gasps. He didn’t know when he fell to the floor and began rocking on the ground but he began muttering your name. The only source of comfort and remaining light in his life. 

The only thing that was keeping him grounded in reality was you. 

Leon didn’t hear the sounds of footsteps coming inside of the bathroom or the prick of a needle going deep inside of neck. Whoever injected him with whatever that was able to knock him out, he welcomed it. He didn’t want to be alive right now. 

You were frantic the last couple days. The broadcast news that filled every screen in America about the bombing in Raccoon City had you spiraling. Hunger rumbles your stomach demanding and yet you ignore it just like you had the past couple days. Mrs. Johnson insisted you eat something, you didn’t. Not when he was still somewhere out there.

You called every nearby town around: Wrenwood, etc to find Leon. To see if he was missing or alive. Nothing and you feared he must have died in the bombing. You didn’t want to believe that though, you refused to believe it. Leon was able to take care of himself and he would have escaped the town before the bombing. 

Every doorbell ringing had you running to the front door to see if it was Leon who had come back. Disappointment filled you when it was just your friends coming to check on you since the phone was only occupied calling police stations. They were giving you the false hope that Leon would show up behind that door and after the fifth day, you just refused to answer the door. 

Each time you called another police station, your hope was dying. And the final straw was his grandma calling you asking if you had seen Leon. He never said goodbye to his grandmother believing he would be back. The only person left in his family that was able to take care of him.

You didn’t know what to say to her. Your fingers trembled holding the phone close to your ear and your lip quivered trying to form an answer. “Ms. Kennedy, I-I think Leon is de-” a doorbell rang erupted throughout your entire apartment interrupting you telling her the tragic news. 

It must have been your friends again checking up on you. You almost ignored it until a soft call of your name came behind the door, “are you there?” The voice sounded so unsure and scared that you weren’t inside. But it was unmistakingly him. 

You froze in your spot. You weren’t sleeping much these past days and you almost believe you hallucinated his voice until another broken call of your name came out. You hanged up on his grandma, you didn’t mean to be rude but you had to see if this was real. You threw the phone to the couch and ran across the living room to the front door, prying it open.

Leon.

A broken cry came out of you and you threw your arms around his neck bringing him down towards your height. “Leon,” you sobbed against his neck and tears hit against his neck. The first thing you noticed was the difference of his smell, he had been somewhere these past couple days. Antiseptic hits your nose completely. He had packed his essentials with him in his jeep though he didn’t smell like his regular soap or cologne he wears all the time. “Where were you?” You shouted, pulling away, slapping his chest rapidly in grief and frustration. “I’ve been paging you! I called every police station! I’ve been so worried.” 

Leon took your hits on his chest. He allowed you to express frustration and grief against him as he barely budged with each hit. He didn’t care you were hitting him, his eyes were trained on your face and frantically searching to see if you had been harmed by the government. His eyes traced down and the weight of fear that had been inside his chest disappeared for a brief moment. 

“I can’t. . . .I can’t tell you where I’ve been.” Leon muttered. “But I was somewhere safe.”

“You what?!” You shouted, angrily. “You can’t tell me where you’ve been? I thought you died.” 

Leon stayed quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry.” He croaked out.

As much as you wanted to scold him for scaring you the way he did, you couldn’t. The exhaustion was evident in his face. His hands were shaking on his side and his body was stiff – too stiff like he was holding back tremors that were threatening to come out any moment or he was too scared to touch you. 

The first habit Leon developed in the months of dating you was always touching you first before anything. He did not this time. Your eyes softened and you took a deep breath holding your hand out towards him instead this time. An offering to hear him outside. 

A flicker of a flinch came over him before his face fell stoic again. Leon didn’t grab your hand, he practically brushed past you to get inside of your apartment. Your hand lingered in the air flexing around the space where he was just at. Your brows furrowed and you looked over your shoulder. 

What happened to him? You thought. 

His body posture was too rigid. His eyes were in a clear daze staring past everything - the usual glint that you loved to look at was extremely dimmed, almost dull. Every noise was setting him off, he kept flinching; waiting for something terrible to happen at any given moment. 

You closed the door and walked to stand in front of him. You noticed he needed the space and his gloss over eyes barely processed that you were right there. Should I touch him? You thought but the idea didn’t seem good. You were afraid if you touched him, he would somehow be set off. 

“Leon,” you called out and waited for him to process his name being called. It took a couple delayed seconds till his eyes darted down towards yours, “are you okay?” 

Three simple words and Leon was set off either way. His breaths were suddenly were becoming rapid and the tremors he was holding back came full force shaking like a leaf in his spot. His knees buckled in front of you and the harsh weight of his knees hitting the wooden floor echoed in your apartment. 

Forced sobs came out of him as his hand clutched his shirt where his heart was at. He was trying to claw his heart out of his chest. Your eyes widened from the sight in front of you – never has Leon displayed emotions like this. Yes, you’ve seen him cry. Yes, he had small anxiety attacks when it came to exams and he was too worried about his future. This, though, it was different. 

This was trauma. 

“Leon!” You shouted, reaching out towards him against your better judgment. 

“Don’t!” He shouted through croaked sobs as fat tears fell down his cheeks repeatedly hitting the same spots on his shirt.”Don’t touch me!”

You froze and your hands immediately fell to your side. 

“I don’t want to ruin you too!” Leon shouted, gasping for air. “I. . .I killed people. My hands have blood on them. And every time I close my eyes for a second too long, I see bodies everywhere. I’m. . .a killer. I had to kill just to survive that fucking hellhole.” 

You tried calling out his name but he shook his head and stared up at you. His eyes were heavy and bloodshot with the weight of what he has been through. You don’t know what he experienced in Raccoon City. You had a bad feeling ever since he left days ago that something awful was going to happen and it was clear something did happen.

It must have been really bad if the government bombed their own city. 

“Leon. . .you’re not a killer.” You tried to reassure him. 

A hoarse, hard chuckle escaped his lips. “Look at me,” he said your name with a foreign tone that forced you to really look at him, “do I still look like the same Leon that you love? How can you stand there and not call me a killer? I couldn’t save anyone in Raccoon City. I failed everyone I swore to protect.” 

You stared at him. Leon was right, he was different but not in the way he thinks. Exhaustion and panic were on his face, he only changed because of the trauma he faced. Each spilled word of his conviction of how he felt towards protecting people stayed the same. The clear sacrifice of what he tried to do despite you not knowing what he went through was still there. 

Leon had always been someone who put others above himself. To you, he was still Leon. Your knees fell on the floor in front of him keeping the space between each other and you kept your hands on your thighs to show that you weren’t going to touch him if he didn’t want it. 

“You’re still the same Leon I love.” You confessed truthfully, glancing your eyes around his face and body as he tried to protest through sobs. “I don’t know what you’ve witnessed in Raccoon City. . .are you able to tell me?” He shook his head frantically. “Okay, that’s fine. But you look the same to me. Despite everything, it’s still you.” 

“Your eyes still carry the same sense of duty.” you began to softly explain hoping it would bring him out of his panic attack without touching him, “I don’t think a killer would carry the guilt you do. I’m not going to call you a hero since I don’t know what happened but you survived, Leon. It isn’t your fault for what you witnessed.” 

Leon shook his head in disbelief and clutched his fingers tighter around his shirt. “It is my fault. If I hadn’t ignored the letter telling me to stay away, I could have done something.” 

You shook your head back at him. “Leon. . .you are one person. It sounds like it was the government’s fault if they had to order the bomb.” 

“Did they come here?” Leon questioned frantically, his hands shot out and grasped your shoulder holding them too tight that he didn’t notice in his amidst of panic. “Did they do something to you? Were you harmed?”

What was Leon going on about? You wondered. You thought about it for a moment longer, these past couple days when you did go out; something strange happened. You saw the same four people multiple times in odd places. You had never seen these people before. They were watching and waiting for something.

That bad feeling intensified and caused your worry. If Leon was questioning if the government had got to you then that means they’ve done something to him. “No, they didn’t harm me. . .Leon, have you been in their custody the entire time?” You questioned.

His eyes widened and his hands immediately left your shoulders. “No.” He mumbled, looking away.

He was always a terrible liar when it came to you. You wanted to pry for more information. You wanted to question what the government had done to him. Though, Leon didn’t seem like he was willing to talk about it since he had to lie to you about it. “I get it, you can’t talk about it.” You softly stated and held your hand out towards him instead, “I don’t know what you’ve been through or what you’ve seen but I’m here, Leon.” 

The offer of comfort was there. Leon glazed over, eyes flickered down your outstretched hand and was unsure for a moment. He still believed he would somehow taint you with his terrible luck. Taint you into something you were not and the blood on his hands would transfer to yours.

His eyes flicker up to your face. The same he constantly looked at throughout the entire ordeal in Raccoon City. The worn out polaroid photo he carried in his wallet he pulled out when he was fearful, the one that Ada had teased him about. He denied himself the comfort coming here to your apartment and he believe he can just stay away from you.

But once your eyes soften more with empathy. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He had been drowning the past couple days between lucidity and reality; he constantly demanded the doctors to put him to a dreamless sleep while they treated his bullet wound. Now, he had to face reality and you were here this time to help him,

His shaky hand reached out unsurely before engulfing your smaller one. The familiar warmth and softness grounded him. Tears of relief flooded his eyes, he had been afraid he would never feel this again. 

No words had been said, they didn’t need to be said. Your fingers laced through his and squeezed him softly. He could breathe again. “I have to leave.” Leon muttered, “you won’t see me for a long time.”

“What?” You questioned in disbelief, taken aback. “Where are you going?”

“I cannot say.” Leon replied, brushing his thumb behind your hand in repeated circles. 

“I’m coming too then.” 

Leon’s eyes widened. “Absoultely not.” 

“I did not ask you.” You replied hastily, shuffling closer to him. The other hand reached out towards his face, he almost flinched but the moment your hand made contact with his flesh he melted against your cheek. “We’re in this together. You’re not getting rid of me, Kennedy.”

“You have a life here, dreams that you deserve to accomplish.” Leon argued, tightening his hold on your hand. “I don’t need to weigh you down.” 

“You are my life too, Leon.” You softly stated, caressing his cheekbone, “This past week without you had been torture. I don’t want to lose you like that again. I don’t care where we go, I just want to be with you this time. I’m not going to let you convince me to stay here again.” 

His heart raced inside of his chest. Leon can feel his tears hit against your palm as if you were holding all of the pain in the palm of your hand. He couldn’t tell you that he would have to train for years, he would become a weapon the government would use. He didn’t explain that at times you wouldn’t see him for months at a time. He didn’t have to because it didn’t matter what he would say, you will stay with him.

A commitment he never thought he would have and he was grateful nonetheless. With all the horror he experienced and how cruel the world is, one thing was for certain; there was still pure things in the world just like you. Determination filled him, he had to protect the world and preserve purity like you. 

His hand finally reached out and grasped your face. The habit came back full force and he pulled you completely against his body to inhale your scent. He almost forgot how you smelled from rotting flesh clinging in his nostrils the past couple days. 

He was home and safe. Nevermind the fact he can never step foot back in his home town. That he can never talk to his friends or grandmother again in risk of their connections to him. He couldn’t provide safety for everyone but if he can keep you close, then he will. 

His wounded arm tightened around you and you both stayed like this for a moment. “Thank you.” He muttered, stuffing his face against the crown of your hair. “I will protect you with everything I have. I promise.” 

“I believe you.”

Years passed, the nightmares never got any easier for Leon. He woke up in the middle of the night screaming at times and other times he was paralyzed with fear. The first couple years, he couldn’t sleep in the same bedroom as you – he was too afraid he might accidentally kill you in his sleep. 

You were always there to help him when the nightmares got too much. You were there when his thoughts were becoming suicidal, almost to the point where he thought about pulling the trigger just to end it; but he remembered his promise to protect the world and the good left in it.

There were days where he was home and his dissociation would become terrible. He would forget where he was, who he was, and the days that had passed were blurs. But you taught him how to ground himself and he would always repeat, “I am Leon Kennedy, I am twenty-seven years old and I am a USStratcom agent. This is real. I am real. I am alive and I survived Raccoon City.” 

It became tedious over the years. Annoying at times that he was still dissociating like this. As much his mantra stuck, what got him out of the loop was your fingers always finding his squeezing in reassurance. The world changed after Raccoon City, Leon had changed despite that, you stayed. 

Leon realized there are worse games to play especially when the government is involved. And as long they didn’t take you away from him, he would never tell you he traded his life to protect yours.

[leonskluv]

Even a good boyfriend can be bad at something

Requested by @catmarrie

Pre-RE2! Inexperienced Leon x reader

Part two

Summary: Leon is the ideal boyfriend: loving, caring, attentive – but there is something he isn’t entirely experienced at. Sex.

Warnings: awkward and shy Leon, fluff!! Once again I present pathetic Leon, very awkward sex for the first time (don’t worry second time is better) p in v, muncher Leon, this man is obsessed with tasting you, creampie pie, multiple orgasms, whiny Leon, lovestruck puppy Leon, jealous Leon, semi-public sex in the bar bathroom, freak! Leon a bit of an angsty ending because we all know what happens next in RC

Note: fun fact, re2 Leon is actually my favorite Leon. Shocking, I know, since I mainly wrote for re9 so far and I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best but my grandma just passed so my family is taking it hard.  So not proofread really. 8k words

Leon barely had time to mess around with relationships. He had one goal and focus in mind and that was getting through the police academy. This had been his dream since he was a child and saved by the police officer; some liked to say he was too focused on becoming a police officer that all life’s pleasures were passing through him. He didn’t believe that.

Until he met you.

It was a normal day going to his favorite coffee shop to study laws and the exams that were coming up at the academy. His nose has been stuck down in the books more than usual, his mind was focused on getting what he wanted. His surprise came when the familiar aroma of roasted coffee beans hit his nose and his eyes landed on you. 

His brows pinched together. He expected the sweet old lady Mrs. Johnson to be at the counter, the old lady that ran the coffee shop with her husband. He glanced around to see where the older lady was but she wasn’t around. Concern filled him but what override him was the smile you had given him and the sweet sound of your voice.

His heart stammered in his chest and now he understood why his friends at the academy had told him that life was passing by him. He thought for the longest time he didn’t need a relationship and he could just wait until after he graduated but one look at you and he was a goner.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, his nerves were getting to him that he stumbled to his usual spot ( more like he tripped over his own feet and almost fell over a table ) and hid his face behind his police training book. The cafe blared I love you baby by Frankie Valli almost mocking him for how love struck he became with you.

He thought he was being subtle looking at you from across the cafe. He didn’t realize how ridiculous the sight looked – his eyes were peeking over the book staring intensely at you while you worked. He chewed on his bottom lip trying to muster the courage of what to say to you. 

Truthfully, he’s never done this before. Sure, he had his awkward first kiss back in high school and crushes but never an actual girlfriend. He always thought he was too awkward for that.

Stop overthinking this and just go up to her, Leon thought. Fortunately for him, he didn’t make a fool out of himself because you decided to come up to him with a cup of coffee. He immediately sat up straight and began patting his hair, though he believed he flattened his hair too much so he began threading his fingers through his hair instead. Now his hair was too messy.

He didn’t have time to fix it when you showed up right in front of him. “Hi!” His voice was extremely high pitched, his cheeks burned before he cleared his throat, “hello.” his voice went deeper this time. Smooth, Leon.

A soft chuckle came out of you as you raised an eyebrow at his behavior. “Hello. Mrs. Johnson told me you’re a regular here and showed me what your order is. I know she always has it ready for you whenever you come in so I thought I’d do the same.” You explained, putting down his coffee order in front of him.

As if he didn’t fall in love immediately, he just did so even more. His eyes couldn’t help tracing down to your hands almost brushing near his clutching hands around his book before darting back to your face. She almost touched me!

“Y-yeah? I hope my order wasn’t too complicated for you. . .with the extra foam and all. . .” He mumbled. If he could die from the awkwardness, he would. “Where is Mrs. Johnson, anyways? It’s unlike her to not show up to work.” 

“She had surgery and won’t be able to work for the next couple months so she trained me to take over during that time. She’s friends with my parents so I got to take over for her.” 

“Oh, so basically nepotism?” Leon joked. He thought for a moment he must have said the wrong thing. His jokes never land with hardly anyone but a soft snort came out of you and he visibly relaxed. “I hope she will be okay.” He added, he cared about Mrs. Johnson since she was the closest to a mother figure for him. He noted that he would visit her soon.

“Basically, the only way you can get a job right now.” You agree and nervously put your hands behind your back. “So, you’re going to see a lot more of me when you come in.” 

This is your chance to see if she’s interested in you. He tried to puff out his chest in confidence.. “Then I have more of a reason to come.” Leon flirted with a shy smile. “Just to see how you’re settling in.” He added in a lie, he just wanted to come see you. 

You darted your eyes away shyly for a moment and smiled to yourself. “I look forward to your inspections. . .Officer Kennedy.” You teased, looking back at him.

His face turned red. Officer Kennedy. He wasn’t an officer yet but the way you said it; he can listen to your voice calling him that all the time. He was almost sure that hearts were appearing over his head from how his eyes were soft and big looking up at you from his seat. “O-Oh, I’m not an officer yet! I’m trying to be but it takes time and a lot of studying. If you want to call me Officer Kennedy, you can. Or if you just prefer to call me Leon that’s fine too. . .” He cringed at himself for rambling on. 

The bell rang from another customer walking in. Disappointment filled him knowing you’d have to leave to tend to the counter. “I’m sorry for rambling.” Leon muttered.

“No, it’s okay. It was cute,” you turned around to head towards the counter but not before looking over your shoulder to give him one last smile, “I will see you around, Leon.” 

A goofy grin spread on his lips. Cute, she thinks I’m cute. He excitedly grabbed his coffee, it was a habit to see what was written on the cup and his breath hitched in his throat. A phone number more specifically your phone number. His thumb subconsciously trace against the numbers and he couldn’t wait to start coming more often to see you.

A  couple months passed and it took a while for Leon to ask you out on the second month. You agreed easily. Mrs. Johnson vouched for him and constantly talked about him whenever you were around him before you met him and you were intrigued about Leon. 

Suffice to say, Leon lived up to what others have said about him. Caring, generous, attentive and loving. He’s practically the man of your dreams. He always gave you space to express your emotions when you were unhappy with something he had done. He listened carefully from the feedback and immediately corrected his behavior. He made it a habit to bring you lunch and make you lunch with little encouraging notes.  

He was a gentleman by always paying for dates. He would run out of his jeep and come to your door so you wouldn’t have to open it. One time he carried you when your feet were hurting from the high heels you were wearing on a date and he claimed it was good for his workout routine anyways. 

But there was a downside of dating Leon. 

He never wanted to do anything more than kissing. At first  you understood that perhaps he didn’t want to do more with how he would brush off the thought of having sex with you. Perhaps he was shy or was the type of guy that waited till marriage. But his actions always contradicted those thoughts of yours.

Constantly, you found yourself in the back of his jeep on his lap making out with him. His needy whines muffled against your lips, his hands splaying on your hips alternating between gripping and kneading grinding his hips desperately up against yours to seek friction. 

And when you want to take it further, he’ll pull away and make a pathetic excuse about how he had to take you home and go study the police training book some more. So you had to ask what has been in your mind the past couple months, “do you not want to have sex with me? It’s fine if you don’t, I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you’re not comfortable with but it seems like you want to do more. Like I said, you don’t have to have sex with me but it just feels like you’re holding back for some reason.” Now it was your turn to ramble when Leon was usually the one to go on his stammering ramblings when he was nervous.

Leon frowned and then bit his puffy lips nervously. “O-of course I want to have sex with you!” He practically squeaked out, his fingers flexing around your hips trying to ground himself or figure out how he wanted to explain himself; perhaps both with how quiet he went. “I just. . .” He took a deep breath, “I just want it to feel good for you.” 

“It will.” You promised and pressed a soft, chaste kiss against his nose. “You won’t disappoint me.” 

Oh, how wrong you were. 

First times were always awkward. That was a given for a new relationship when you’re so utterly in love with the person. It started off as good going back to his apartment and the session started like this; Leon laid you down on his bed ever so gently kissing you softly trying to memorize every detail of your lips then it’s like he couldn’t stand it, his kisses turned needy and passionate. 

His teeth nipping at your skin, his tongue tracing any part he can taste. Clothes were thrown somewhere in the bedroom where skin was finally exposed. You admire the way the soft yellow fluorescent glow illuminated against the ridge muscles he proudly had been working on. But Leon? His eyes couldn’t take his eyes off you entirely. 

His eyes darted from your face down to your naked body. The soft swell of your breast, the curve of your hips down to the gathering slick coating around your pussy. Most of all his eyes darted back to your face and softness filled his eyes holding so much love you thought he might propose to you right there. 

No, instead he finally entered inside of you. The stretch made you furrow your brows since it had been a while you had something inside of you. The hopes that this would be the most romantic first time with Leon were squashed immediately from reality. Leon barely moved his hips just staying still above you. Perhaps he needed a moment?

You tried to capture his lips into a kiss instead your lips were puckered in the air and his head was nuzzled inside your neck. Okay, so maybe he was shy being inside of you for the first time? That was fine since it was the first official sexual encounter. You expected Leon to start really moving his hips and waited for it. Small little thrusts were made and shaky little whines came out of his lips.

He was bigger than your first boyfriend,  his cock dragging against your walls. It wasn’t enough to satisfy you despite it being nice for what it was. Was this it? You thought, the only pleasurable experience you were getting out of this was from his soft little whiny praises he was giving you. 

Leon was enjoying this while you weren’t. You felt terrible for pretending to moan for him realizing how quiet you were while he was the one making the most noises out of the two of you. It ended as soon it started, he had his orgasm in the condom and you, well, had to fake one just to make him feel better. 

“How was it?” Leon questioned through soft pants.

You strained a smile at him. “It was. . .great!” 

Your chest tightened from lying but you couldn’t bear to sadden him from how disappointed you were from his performance. Now, you were only left with your thoughts; what the fuck were you going to do now? 

Several days passed and you were stuck in your thoughts trying to figure out what to do about the terrible first time you had with Leon. You went to your friends for advice and that might have been a terrible idea since their first response was to break up with Leon.

The thought did occur for two days while you avoided Leon at the cafe making the other girl work your shifts and actively avoided his calls. Was sex a good reason to break up with someone? Perhaps if the sex was terrible and Leon was terrible but he was only terrible at sex. Everything else he would be considered husband material by the aunties, Mrs. Johnson already believes so. 

It would be immature just to break up with Leon and not tell him the real reason. Communicating the problem would be easier, you were about to head out and go find him at the diner he would go to after he would hang out with his friends ( his schedule was predictable from how adamant he was from not changing his routine until he met you ).

You barely opened the door and you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist and bury their face against your stomach. You almost screamed bloody murder and was about to reach for the baseball bat near your door to ward off the perpetrator until you looked down and saw Leon.

He was on his knees, his face buried against your stomach while his eyes were peeking up at you soft and big like a puppy. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls? I’ve been worried. Did I do something wrong? If I did something wrong, I can fix it. Please let me fix it. I don’t want you to ignore me.” He went on a muttering tangent rambling, holding you closer against him afraid you would leave him.

“Leon-”

“I know I can be much at times and I focus too much on becoming a police officer. I’m sorry if I neglected you-”

“Leon-”

“I deserve whatever punishment you’re willing to give me. If you don’t want to see my face ever again, I completely understand-”

“Leon.” The firmer scolding of your tone made Leon blink and perk his head away from your stomach to look up at you. Your eyes softened from the worry etched on his face. Your throat tightened from the guilt of ignoring Leon and making him spiral like this. “You didn’t do anything wrong. . .” That wasn’t entirely true. “Come, stand.” You gently helped him up and he wobbled up taking your hand and lacing his fingers through them.

You shut the door behind him and took him to sit on the couch. “Then what’s wrong?” Leon questioned with a head tilt.

You sucked in a deep breath. How were you going to let him know he sucked at sex? You didn’t know why you were overthinking this, he’s a grown ass man. He pays taxes and drinks alcohol, he can handle the truth. “Leon, I say this with love,” you started squeezing his hand, “I love you, I really do but when we had sex, I. . .” You had to rip the band-aid  just to tell him the truth, “IfakeanorgasmbecauseIwasscaredtodisappointyouandIthoughtitwasreallyawful.” 

Leon blinked for a moment from how fast you were speaking that he almost didn’t catch what you were trying to say. He got used to when you talked like this during your nervous ramblings because it clinked inside of him and he stayed quiet for a long moment. You noticed the tip of his ears turning red and his eyes darted away from yours for a moment.

“Oh.” He muttered.

“Leon. . .”

“W-was I really that bad?” Leon questioned, looking back at you with a dejected look. “Why didn’t you say anything, baby? You know I value your opinion even if it’s hard to hear at times.”

You sighed and shrugged, tracing your thumb against the back of his hand. “With my previous boyfriend, he was bad at sex and whenever I brought it up he would throw a fit and said he’s doing it like how he saw in porn videos so I just didn’t want to upset you.”

Leon stared at you. Like really stared at you. The mention of your ex-boyfriend made him want to roll his eyes just because he hated hearing about that guy and each time he heard about him, it was something awful and new. But to think you had to shield your comfort away from him? He was offended.

“First of all, I’m not your dumbass ex,” Leon deadpanned, squeezing your hand before gently pulling you onto his lap, “Secondly, learning from porn is just straight up stupid when all of it is fake no wonder he’s such a loser who couldn’t keep you. Thirdly, how many times have I told you that you can tell me anything and as much as I don't want to hear it or feel hurt, I still want you to tell me.” 

Guilt swarmed through you entirely. “I know, I’m sorry.” 

“No, I’m sorry for making our first time terrible.” Leon said with embarrassment, wrapping his arms around you to hold you against him. “It was my first time with anyone really. I never experienced this,” he gestured to the both of you, “before. I never cared to be in relationships because my only dream was becoming a police officer until I met you. You became part of my dream and if you’re unhappy then I am too.”

You shyly smiled and felt your heart stammer inside of your chest. And here you thought you were going to break up with him over something was dumb as sex. “You’re mad then?”

“Mad?” Leon questioned with a shake of his head. “More like embarrassed.” He leaned in and peck his lips against yours, “next time, I promise I’ll do better.” 

Leon was on a spiral. How the fuck was he going to do better at having sex? He wasn’t going to seek out porn like your dumbass ex did. It was hard to focus during training class, he kept falling on his face during drills which got him severely yelled at. He kept fiddling with the picture he had of you in his pocket, his friends always laughed at him for being overly in love with you but it grounded him.

It was breaktime with his friends and the topic of sex came around somehow. Ugh, I don’t want to think about that, Leon thought hearing his friends crazy stories about the encounters they had or what they have done to the girl. He was quietly absorbing information munching on his food you had prepared him until the focus went on him. 

“Huh? What about me?” He questioned with a higher voice.

“What about you, Kennedy?”

“Got any stories with your experience?”

Leon almost wanted to get snappy with them for even daring to ask him that question. He wasn’t going to tell him how tight you were or how you were Aphrodite reincarnated beneath him. That was for his knowledge alone. A true gentleman doesn’t tell anyone else about their partner’s body that way, his grandma embedded that in his head from when he was a teen.

But, he could turn the question around and ask for advice without talking about your body. “Actually, I was wondering how you make a woman feel pleasurable in bed?”

His friend, Jake, raised an eyebrow and snorted. “Is that a subtle way of saying you sucked ass in bed and need advice.” He stated more than questioned Leon.

“Hypthoetical situation.” Leon countered with a blush. “Just asking a question.” 

“Right, hypothetical." Jake deadpanned. “I’m going to tell you how to pleasure a woman and you better listen carefully for the next time you see her. After you listen to this and use it, she will never get off your dick.” 

Leon rolled his eyes and tried to hide a smile forming. He didn’t only care about having sex with you but the thought of you always on him made him take out his note book and write down what Jake was telling him. His face kept turning redder throughout the whole conversation but he was determined to make the second experience with you better than anything you will ever get.

Leon spent days reading over his notes and admittedly he went to the bookstore to buy a book about female anatomy. If you thought he was too engrossed in studying his police training manual, he was worse when it came to studying how to please a woman.

He felt confident enough to make this experience for you better than the last. He just didn’t expect it was going to be today. After he got out of training, his friends asked him if he wanted to go to the bar; at first, he refused and told them he was going to hang out with you but once they told him they invited you as well to join he perked up and told them he would go.

He ignored the jabs of how much of a love struck puppy he is and practically bounced to his car. Confidence filled him from learning how he can please you better and he couldn’t wait to see you at the bar. 

Arriving at the bar, he felt severely under dressed from his casual clothes he was wearing. He almost didn’t care until his eyes landed on you and his breath hitched. There you were sitting with the rest of the friend group wearing a dress he had never seen before; the crimson dress hugged every curve tightly and the low neckline swelling around your breast made his cock twitched in his boxers. 

He didn’t care he was acting like a virgin by becoming hard at the mere sight of you. His thoughts were already dying on trying to test on what he learned. You noticed him, giving him that smile that made him want to drag you away from everyone or take you in front of everyone; he didn’t care – he just needed you. 

Leon took a shaky breath and forced himself to follow his friends. He barley greeted the rest of his friends while he made his way towards you. His hands reached out and grasped your face placing little kisses all over your face (cheek, forehead, nose, lips), he wasn’t one for displays of affections yet the thought that anyone could think for a moment they can have you was dead wrong.

Your name fell off his lips easily as he planted another soft kiss. A friend groaned and rolled their eyes at him telling him to get a room. Oh, he would soon; he just couldn’t jump the gun yet. “Hey, how’s my pretty girl doing today?”

You giggled through each ticklish kiss and rolled your eyes playfully. “Another boring day at work. I’m ready to drink and forget about it.” You patted the seat next to him, this was the quickest he sat down on any surface. 

Leon had a feeling his friends were regretting inviting you along because when you were around, his only focus was on you. And tonight, it completely was as rounds of drinks came. Jokes and stories were being told around while more drinks were being disturbed, it must have been the third round and he was feeling a bit tipsy. 

You quit since someone needed to take care of Leon from how light weight he was. That didn’t stop you becoming tipsy and told him you were going to the bar to get a soda instead. He nodded staying in his spot and downed another drink, he scrunched his nose from the taste and felt his cheeks flushing. 

His eyes didn’t leave your figure making sure no one would bother you while you were trying to order a drink. Safety reasons, too many things can happen at a bar. And, god, he was right because someone didn’t get the memo with his displays of affections earlier and came up to you. His fingers flexed around the glass and stared from afar assessing whether or not the man was harassing you.

At first it seemed innocent talk between two strangers until he noticed the way the man leaned in too close for Leon’s liking. An ugly tight feeling ached in his chest, he was sure that the glass would have broke in his hands if he was stronger. The stranger was good looking; he looked a bit older than you and Leon, and he couldn’t help the insecure feeling clawing in his chest.

It was obvious the man wanted more than just to get you a drink. The way his green eyes darted across your dress clearly landed on the swell of your breast. His fingers are inching too close to yours. He feared you would rather be this stranger than him. That you would leave with him to experience actually good sex rather the pathetic excuse he had given you.

No. 

He wouldn’t stand for that. “Yo, Leon, you good bro?” His friend asked in concern from the way Leon’s jaw was tense and his glare looked like he could kill someone. 

“Peachy.” Leon stated, standing up and walked over to the bar. Purposefully Leon grumbled and squeezed his way between you and the stranger, shoving his way in the space. “There you are my beloved, sweet, beautiful girlfriend,” he said, giving the guy a glare and a once over with a scrunched up nose, “Bud light? Terrible taste in alcohol. I believe that says a lot about a person if you enjoy that so, goodbye.” 

And because Leon was utterly petty, he pushed the drink the stranger had purchased you. The liquid contents sloshed over and spilled over the guy’s pants. “What the fuck?” He shouted, angrily.

“Oops, I had too much to drink. Forgive me.” Leon replied with a tight smile then turned towards you grabbing your hand and hauling you away from him. “Let’s go.” 

“Leon, where are we going?”

Leon didn’t reply. His jaw kept tensing and pushed through the crowded bar, he didn’t notice how much fuller it had got in the past hour - he was too busy looking at you the entire time. He led you towards the back into an empty bathroom and pulled you inside, locking the door behind you with a deafening click. “Leon, you don’t have to worry about him mrph-” His lips crashed into yours and his hands were on your waist pressing you back into the door.

Each time you tried to call his name, his lips were determined to quiet you down and nip his teeth at every inch of flesh. His hands roamed up towards your breast and squeezed around the swelling feeling them overflow out of his hands with a groan. “I do have to worry about him.” He mumbled against your lips, trailing them down under your jaw as he tilted his head down to capture the skin between his teeth to suckle the skin. “You might leave me for him. He might be more experienced than me and I can’t have that.”

Each harsh suckle on the column of your throat made you whimper and slick began to form uncomfortably on your lace panties. He was never this rough with you. His touches always consist of gentleness; not this time. “I won’t let him have you.” His voice grumbled against your neck before pulling away, staring down at you with a half-lidded gaze and puffy lips, “I can’t let him have you.”

“Leon, I didn’t entertain him. I promise.” You reassured him through soft whines from his thumb tracing the exposed flesh peeking out of the neckline of your dress. “You know I don’t want anyone else besides you.” 

“I know.” Leon mumbled. “I just hate the thought that some other guy can pleasure you the way you expected me to.”

“Leon. . .”

He shook his head and roamed his hands down the edge of your dress. He knew that it was a crazy idea to fuck his girlfriend in the bar’s bathroom where you deserved to be loved properly on a bed but he needed to prove to you he can please you. “I learned what I should do. I studied how to make you feel good.”

“You studied?” You deadpanned with a small snort then you inhaled a shaky breath seeing him bunch up your dress up to your waist exposing the white lace fabric that was soaked. 

“Don’t act surprised, studying is my strong suit especially when it comes to wanting to please my girl.” Leon shifted down to his knees to the floor. Normally, this would have disgusted him being on the bar’s bathroom floor, luckily, the alcohol in his system was overriding whatever disgust and logic in his head. “Please, just let me show you what I learned.” 

How can you deny Leon when he was acting whiny for your attention? Especially the way his half-lidded eyes were staring up at you, his large hands gripping your thighs already spreading them apart to the point he placed your leg on his shoulder. He really wanted to make it up to you for how terrible he was last time and truth be told, you wanted to see what he learned.

You nodded. “Fine. But if we get caught, I'll beat your ass later.” 

“Sounds reasonable.” Leon said, eagerly. Before he can get too eager, he forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t let last incidents happen again from his eagerness so he took a deep breath and turned his head to the side pressing a kiss against your inner thigh. A twitch under his lips. 

This was a good sign. He continued alternating between kisses and sucks on your thighs. He felt your leg shake on his shoulder and those needy little whimpers he loved to hear so much. Progress so far, better than last time. 

He took his time with each thigh until he was satisfied with the marks he had left on your skin. Leon pulled away with soft pants and looked back down towards the white lace that was obscenely becoming wetter around your folds that he can practically see through it. “You’re so gorgeous.” He praised softly. 

Last time, he was too impatient to taste you. This time, your needs were his priority now that he learned what to do. His face leaned in and his nose was deep against your clothed cunt; he inhaled deeply and rolled his eyes back from the scent of you. “I was dumb enough to not take my time with you because, fuck,” he groaned against your pussy, pulling you forward just to stuff his face deeper against you, “how did I neglect you like this?” 

You opened your mouth to respond though no words were formed because his eager tongue darted out and began tasting you through the fabric. You watched his eyes flutter more and almost loud whines escaped his lips; he wasn’t tasting your bare pussy and you could only imagine how he would react once he did, 

His tongue darted out and traced the clit. A gasp came out of you and your hand shot out to grasp his head. A smug smirk came on his lips, “I was told that this was the part that would make you scream for me. I wanna test that theory out.” His lips latched onto the nub through the wet fabric and obscenely began to suck eagerly on it to elicit those moans out of you. 

Leon was right about his theory. Shaky moans poured out of you while your fingers held onto him tighter trying to ground onto anything. “Y-you really did learned from last time.” 

A chuckle rumbled against your pussy. “Told you.” Then, he took his time with you. His mouth suckled on the nub through the fabric for a long time. The saliva overcoats your wetness and the fabric stuck too uncomfortably now on your pussy that was clenching around nothing. His thumbs were tracing on your outer thighs holding you in place against the bar door.

The muffled sounds of the music overflowing outside and loud talking brought him relief that no one could really hear them unless you pressed an ear against the door. He didn’t need to be kicked out of the police academy for wanting to please his woman. 

There was a shakiness on his shoulder from your leg. The impending orgasm was filling your entire body. It wasn’t like last time where you pretended to orgasm around him, he can noticeably tell the difference from last time. Your alternating moans and whimpers were becoming increasingly high-pitched rather than bored. Your fingers were digging into his scalp though he oddly enjoyed it. You were chasing the pleasure instead of just laying there and taking it disappointedly. 

“Le0n, fuck, I’m going to cum.” You warned bucking your hips against his mouth. Without another warning, a white hot flash seized through your entire body and y0u had to bite your lower lip to hold back the loud cries. Cum seeped out of your pussy coating the white lace fabric to the point you were sure there was no use wearing them from how transparent the material is.

Leon had to agree. He can see your pussy now and satisfaction filled him from what he had learned. Jake told him to always focus on the clit because some women didn’t feel pleasure from penetration, they needed stimulation to help them orgasm.  “I did it.” He muttered more in amazement to himself. 

Now Leon was entirely pussy drunk. One hand moved from your thigh and pulled aside the overly wet material to the side to get a glimpse of your fluttering folds and drenching hole. “Holy fuck, I should have done this the first time for you. I’m sorry, baby. I need to make it up to you.” You almost wondered what he meant until his lips latched around your clit once again. 

Overstimulation filled you immediately. You tried to pull your hips away from his suckles, “wait, Leon. I’m sensitive, you can’t just-”

“I know.” Leon mumbled against your clit, rolling his eyes as his tongue stuck out tracing his tongue down from your clit to your fluttering cunt capturing around the soppy fluttering folds for a moment. Wet, tight and warm; he was definitely mad at himself for not doing this the first time. “I’m counting on you to have another one for me.” 

You created a monster. 

Leon pried your thighs apart more and stuck his tongue deeper inside of your hole. Contrasting walls were fluttering around his tongue and his nose was nuzzling against your clit. He didn’t care how wet his face was, all he cared about was the taste of you. Determined to show you what he had learned. Determined to make sure the stranger at the bar that flirted with you would never please you in the way he can.

He prided in himself for how the noises that should have been there the first time were real and genuine this time. And if he could bottle up those moans and high-pitched whines that were threatening to become screams, he would and would jerk off to it every chance he got. 

Fuck the police academy when his dream was right here. And god, his dream sounded so good for him. “Please, don’t run away from me.” He whined, holding you firmer against the bar bathroom door. “I need to do this for you.” 

His tongue continued its borderline savage attacks in your cunt. He didn’t allow any traces of wetness to escape him. Slurps and slicking sounds came from his mouth; one thing that you discovered about Leon, he was a very messy eater. Spit and wetness dribbled down the corner of his lips down his chin where it dripped, dripped, dripped staining his shirt. 

Since Leon didn’t give you any time to recover from the last orgasm, the impending one was at its brink. You can practically feel the smug smirk on his lips noticing now what the signs were that y0u were about to cum. “Look at my pretty girl, I know you want to cum.” He mumbled snaking one hand to lay flat on your lower stomach and played with your clit with his thumb to add the extra stimulation. “Don’t deny yourself. I know you wanted this for months. Just cum for me, I need to hear those pretty noises again.” 

The soft command of his voice shouldn’t turn you on this much but it did. Your eyes rolled back as you tilted your head to the side. Your entire body shaked and you were chanting his name; the coil in your stomach snapped and another flood of wetness entered straight into his mouth. “Mhm, my good girl.” He mumbled, darting his tongue out watching the wetness drip down fat globs onto his tongue. He closed his mouth and whined from the taste. 

“Do you think you can come inside a bottle for me so I can taste it whenever I want to?” He questioned with a head tilt.

“What. . .Leon!” You scolded, embarrassed looking down at him but he merely grinned and shrugged. “You’re a freak.” 

“Yeah, but you didn’t deny me.”

“No, Leon.”

His lips quirk into a genuine frown. “Why not? Is it so wrong to want to taste my girl’s cum on the go?” He questioned tapping your sensitive pussy with his hand. 

“It is, Leon.” You replied, trying to hide a smile threatening to form. “Maybe another time.” You agreed and if he was a dog, his ears would have perked up at that. Your hips twitched away from his and he got the memo. He needed to give you a moment to recover.

Leon pressed a final kiss to your pussy then gently pulled your leg off his shoulder back onto the ground. Not before pulling off your panties and pocketing them for later. He almost snorted seeing sneakers instead of heels that he barely noticed until now, typical since you broke your last heels on the last date. He made a note to get you new ones. 

He groaned from his knees aching being on the ground for a while and stumbled against you. His chest hit your face and the mere contact made his cock twitch. He was so focused on you that he forgot about his straining erection he had the entire time. His hand planted on the side of your head and looked down at you. 

His heart fluttered in his chest. Your hair stuck to your skin, your eyes were glossed over with tears he just noticed brimming in the corner, and your lips parted trying to catch your breath from cumming twice. 

Instinctively his hips pushed forward and grinded his jeans against your stomach. His eyes rolled back from the friction of fabric rubbing on his weeping slit that he whined. “I did good, right?” He questioned, desperately and pathetically, “I deserve a reward for making you cum twice? Please give me a reward for making you feel so good.” 

Something about Leon being pathetic and whiny undid you. Overstimulation still lingered, though he proved himself that he can please you. He did deserve a reward for being a good boy. “Fine but we’ve been in here long enough to arouse suspicions.” 

“Oh, our friends definitely know we’re fucking.” Leon agreed, bringing his hands around the plush of your thighs and hauled you up quickly. Your eyes widened from his strength, you knew he had been working out more but the display of strength and how he picked you up without restraint made your pussy clench in anticipation and your legs wrapped around his waist. “And I h0pe that the asshole outside knows it too.” 

Leon carried you to the edge of the sink and sat you on the edge. He didn’t waste time to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled his jeans and boxers low enough below the curve of his ass for his cock to spring out. The weeping pinkish tip throbbed from the cold air and he softly hissed from the sensitivity. “I promise I’ll last longer than last time.” 

“I hope because,” your hand reached out and wrapped around the cockhead swirling your thumb down to coat his flesh with his pre-cum, “I really want to feel you inside me. You already took care of me, now it’s time to reap your reward.” 

Leon’s hand reached out to the edge of the sink to hold himself together before he fell apart. He couldn’t allow disappointment to happen again. He needed everyone to make sure his woman didn’t need another man to fuck her properly. His dick would be the only one that would make her feel good. 

“I intend to.” Leon growled out, his other hand shot out to grab your hand away from his cock and forced your legs to spread further on the sink to accommodate his frame. He rested the underside of his dick against your sopping folds and dragged between them to lubricate his flesh further. His eyes fluttered from the sight allowing himself a few more seconds of this before capturing his cock at the entrance. “Are you sure I did good? You didn’t fake it this time?”

“I’m sure, Leon.”

“Good because I need another orgasm out of you.” Leon didn't give you a chance to respond as he pushed past the first ring of muscles. His forehead fell against yours and whined from how wet and tight you were around his cock. He almost wanted to slam into you until reality crashed on him. “Fuck, I didn’t bring a condom. I left them at home.” 

“I’m not ovulating so I can take the morning after pill.” You replied.

His eyes darkened at that. He was so careful the first time wearing a condom making sure he wouldn’t get you pregnant. He wanted to properly take care of you by becoming a police officer, getting you a ring and buying you a house before children. “Oh, thank god. I didn’t think I could pull out.” 

His hips pressed harder against yours until he was completely flushed against you. He was inside fully. This felt better without the condom latex and your pussy seemed to agree with how easily it swallowed him hole without restraint. 

He can fully feel the wetness seeping down his cock. The clenching of your sopping folds around him that he took a moment to admire the stretch of your lips accommodating him. “I don’t think I can go back to fucking you with protection.” He admitted slowly dragging his hips back watching the pearlescent streaks of wetness clinging onto his skin in lewd strings before snapping. “This is the best reward I ever gotten.” 

Because Leon was still overly eager. His hips slammed back into yours and he watched your breast bounce almost out of your dress; the elicit loud moan that came out of you almost made him want to cum there. He promise he would last longer so he gritted his teeth and really started to show you the techniques he learned studying those female anatomy books. 

He took in Jake’s advice and began touching you. His hands were first on your bouncing breast thumbing your nipples beneath the dress to stimulate you once again.  Last time, he barely touched you. Now, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. 

You almost couldn’t tell who was louder. Leon, you or the sounds of squelching where flesh met each other from your pussy. If the bartender found out you guys were fucking in there, you would be banned. You sure that wouldn’t be the first time that had happened in a bar though. It was worth the risk. Getting fucked properly this time, the aunties were definitely right this time.

He is married material. 

He completely checked off all the requirements in your head for a future husband. The first time was a bump in the road. He proved himself that he can do better. And, he did. Each drag of his cock in you, his whiny pathetic praises he was giving you while one hand found its way down to your clit once again. 

Leon never wanted to be embarrassed again. 

His forehead pressed against yours and watched you with intense devotion. He was studying you now. He was learning what felt good if he thrust his hips a certain way. That thrust didn’t elicit the moan he wanted or the pinch of brows he was used to seeing. “I want to learn everything about your body, baby so does it feel good when I do this,” he thrust another way pressing at a certain spot that made your whine and tighten your legs around his waist, “fuck, yeah it does. I felt you clench around me tighter.” 

Leon became a mad man finding the spot that was declared the g-spot for women. His hand left your breast and gripped the fat of your thigh instead while his other hand kept stimulating the throbbing nub. “Now that I know what makes you feel good,” he began pulling you against him harder and faster, “I want to see you cum on my cock properly this time.” 

A particularly loud moan escaped your lips and Leon captured his lips against yours to muffle continuous noises happening between the two of you. He didn’t want you to get in trouble though he was sure once you both left, you won’t be allowed back at this bar. 

His thrust were becoming sloppy now. The orgasm that was building inside of him was threatening to explode. Heavy pants pressed against your lips and his thumb continued their ministrations needing you to come with him. The obscene slick slick slick formed a creamy white base on his cock and he knew you were going to come once again for him.

“Come on, I know you can give me another one.” Leon mumbled between kisses and brought his lips to the corner of your eyes from the tears forming there. “You’ve done so good for me before. Your pussy is begging for another orgasm, just give her what she wants. Give me the reward I want.” 

“Fuck, fuck,” You cried out furrowing your brows tighter together as your legs were shaking around his waist unsure if you needed him to stop or keep going from the tightening sensation in your stomach, “Leon, Leon,” you chanted and then another white hot flash seized through you entirely spasming and cumming hard around his cock. I can’t get enough of her pussy, he thought.

Leon groaned, feeling the creamy pearlescent wetness coat his cock. “There’s my girl, fuck, thank you, thank you.” He rambled thrusting a few more times. His cock throbbed while his hips spasmed and white ropes of seed flooded you entirely that he watched the cum seep out of the corners of your plugged hole. “So pretty.” He mumbled, rolling his hips a few more times and slumped against you. 

It was quiet for a few moments. You never had intense orgasms like this in your life and somehow Leon being inexperienced was able to pull them out of you just from studying about it.  His lips gently pressed against your cheek and he mumbled, “was that better than last time.” 

“A million times better.” You chuckled, turning your head to kiss his cheek back. “And to think I was going to break up with you.”

Leon lifted his head at lightspeed and frowned at you. “You were going to break up with me because I was bad? Jeez, I know I was bad but not that bad.” He grumbled. “At least you have no reason to, and if you try to find another reason then I’ll just prove to you why you shouldn’t again.” 

You laugh breathlessly at that. At least he wasn’t mad at the truth. No, Leon is a good man and boyfriend - there is no reason to break up with him. You were going to reassure him you wouldn’t dream of breaking up with him until a pounding sound of the door echoed in the bar bathroom. Both of you froze and stayed quiet.

“Yo, Leon,” Jake called out from the otherside, “you better get out of there! The bartender is going to come and kick you guys out.” 

“Shit.” Leon muttered. “Thanks!” He called out and pulled out with reluctance. He hissed from his dick limping and the missed warmth of being inside of you. He watched for a moment transfixed by the way your pussy fluttered around nothing while cum seeped out.

He wanted to take a moment to push his cum back inside of you. But time wasn’t his friend, he helped you first by pulling down your dress and patted your hair and put himself away, buckling his belt again. “We better go before we get the cops called on us for public indecency.”

“We can’t have that on your record.” You teased patting his hair down, he fluttered at that. He offered to go first, but once he unlocked the door the owner of the bar was there instead of the bartender. 

And both of you got a scolding of a lifetime. At least the cops weren’t called on you two.    

Months later, Leon graduated from the police academy. He had chosen Raccoon City as his destination to be transferred there. You had gone a week ago to slowly move stuff into the new apartment but he had an odd call to stay away.

You had a bad feeling about this. You argued with Leon the entire day that he shouldn’t go. They obviously told him to stay away for a reason but his sense of justice overrides any logic he had. 

“I don’t want to argue anymore. I’ll be back, I promise.” Leon said, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I will just go up to see what’s going on and then I will come back for you.” 

And you had to watch your boyfriend go without you because Mrs. Johnson was too weak to take care of herself still. Something bad was about to happen and yet all you can do is watch Leon drive off in his jeep; away from you.

[leonskluv]

Someone commented on ao3 "Ai slop" on one of my fics. I'm so offended they could have told me fuck my mama or to never to write again or something! but saying my fic is Ai slop when I spend 6-10 hours on writing each fic is a crime and I hope their phone blows up 😭

[leonskluv]

genuinely cant get enough of jealous leon its too good

Jealous scenarios with RE2! Leon, RE4! Leon, RE6! Leon, and RE9! Leon

RE2! Leon [ Au! No outbreak ]

Working with Leon RPD station as the receptionist had its perks! He was able to come see you whenever he missed seeing your face. Perhaps, he got in trouble too much from how often he left his desk just to go into the main hall to go see you. He just couldn’t help it!

Now, Leon makes it known you are his girlfriend. It’s not a secret. He has your polaroid photo in his wallet and showed it off to anyone who would listen while he constantly talked about you. It might have got to the point where Marvin had to ban him from talking about you.  

If Marvin hadn’t banned him then perhaps the new guy wouldn’t have tried flirting with you.

At first, he didn’t realize some guy was hitting on you. It was a normal day where he came with snacks to the front desk. Arms filled with snacks because you complained about all the cravings you were having from your upcoming period. Leon being the wonderful boyfriend he is, he decided to buy them all for you. 

The pet name he had for you was going to slip out as he came up to the desk until he saw the new STARS member. Percy Rodriguez leaning against the receptionist with a smirk tugging on his lips. Leon was going to greet the new guy but then, his fingers reached out and touched your cheek asking you if you’d like to go on a date.

Leon made a face. He knew that you would decline but he hated the way the guy’s eyes were roaming on your body where the white fabric blouse strained against your chest. Jealously filled his being, his chest ached and his arms tightened around the snacks that he could have sworn he heard a faint pop!

Chips were definitely on the ground and Leon can tell you were uncomfortable with the way the new STARS member was touching you so he stepped in quickly. “Hey, she’s taken.” He said firmly. 

Percy gave him a simple once over. “Yeah, right.” 

Leon’s brows scrunched together practically offended. He can tell that Percy didn’t believe that you were taken. “Seriously, dude, she’s taken.” His voice came out firmer this time. He didn’t care if Percy had bigger muscles than him or more experience than he did. He was going to beat his ass if he kept harassing you. “And it’s obvious she’s taken. I’m sure at the police academy they teach you how to take hints, unless you skipped that course.” 

“Trying to call me incompetent?” Percy shot back.

Leon shrugged and threw the flat bag of chips into the thrash, patting the crumbs off his uniform. “You said it, not me.” He replied with a tight smile. “Now, why don’t you leave the lady alone? It’s clear you’re not her type.”

“Oh? And you are?” Percy deadpanned, looking over Leon’s muscles and overall appearance. “You’re too much of a pretty boy to be a real man for her.” 

Now, Leon was usually a calm and collected person. He liked to use jokes to deflect situations and catch people off guard to defuse tense situations like this. Today though? His patience was already wearing thin from the way he was making you uncomfortable and the tight ugly jealously filled his chest that Leon almost pounced on him if it weren’t for Marvin stepping between them. 

Marvin called your name out. “What’s the meaning of this? Why am I about to witness a brawl?” He questioned, putting a hand on Leon’s chest. 

“Small dick over here thinks he has a chance with my girl.” Leon growled before you can answer behind Marvin, going on his toes to look over his shoulder and lowly whisper, “let me punch him one time, Lieutenant. I heard that he’s been harassing other girls too.” 

“Rookie, no.” Marvin sighed. “Officer Rodriguez, shouldn't you be in the STARS office waiting for training with Wesker? Or should I report how you like to harass co-workers while on duty?”

“Yeah!” Leon shouted in agreement from behind Marvin which earned an elbow jab from Marvin.

“Quiet down, rookie.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant.” 

Percy rolled his eyes and huffed. He gave one last glare to Leon, in which Marvin had to put a firm hand on Leon before Leon tried to jump him. Marvin took a deep breath and turned to face Leon.

Leon looked like a kid puppy but you started laughing. Marvin sharply called your last name. “It’s not funny. Control yourself, rookie before I have to write a report on how you almost kicked that guy’s ass. . .that dude is an asshole but we don’t need any department wars happening. If there’s a problem with him again, you let me know.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.” Leon muttered like a kick puppy then Marvin turned away leaving the two of you be. He took in a deep breath and turned towards you. “You okay? Did he make you too uncomfortable?” 

“No. . .but it was cute seeing you get jealous.” You teased. “Your little nose scrunch. How you popped those chips. Such a macho man.”

Leon groaned and the tip of his ears turned pink. “Stop teasing me.”

You giggled and sighed heavily. “Are you okay? You looked like you wanted to kill him.”

“I almost did.” Leon replied and leaned against the edge of your desk. “I don’t like when guys flirt with my girl. . . I’m about to be more annoying and tell everyone once again that you’re my girlfriend.” 

“Please don’t.”

“Too late.” Leon pulled out the polaroid picture of you and began stalking off. “I’ll be back with your snacks again, sorry they got on the ground!” He called out. He had to go and make sure everyone in RPD knew that you were his.

RE! 4 Leon

Being partners with you for the last four years has definitely been a rollercoaster for Leon. He wasn’t sure entirely what the dynamic was between the two of you – friends with benefits might be the good word for it. Neither of you discussed if it was exclusive or not but he never seen any one else besides you during the entirety of the arrangement. 

So imagine his surprise when the two of you were hanging around Hunnigan in her office on the topic of agents that were in the DSO department and the one topic being about Sebastian Russo. Leon was sipping on his coffee, rolling his eyes every five seconds each time you were praising the other agent.

He isn’t that good looking, Leon thought with his jaw clenched glaring at his coffee as if it personally offended him and tried to will away the tightening sensation in his chest. It only came around you this odd feeling. It would show up when other men in the department or on missions would look at you. If an agent got too familiar with you, especially like Sebastian. 

He tried to chalk it up to hating the thought of you wanting to be assigned to another partner but who was he fooling? 

“Oh, is that your boyfriend?” Hunnigan questioned, teasingly.

Leon pressed his tongue against his cheek and lazily looked over at you with an intense expected look. 

“What? I never said boyfriend.” You countered quickly. 

“Then what about your other boyfriend?” Hunnigan gave you a certain look that made you quietly hide behind the files you were looking at.

“There’s another boyfriend?” Leon questioned quickly with a deep rumble in his voice. He couldn’t hide the irritation and the way his eye was twitching.

“I don’t have a boyfriend!” You said with a higher tone of voice.

Leon narrowed his eyes at you. The high pitch in your voice, the flex in your fingers nervously holding the file and the avoidance of eye contact. His chest tightened more and his thoughts were quietly spiraling. 

Oh, god, she has a boyfriend, Leon thought. But who could it be? He was with you practically twenty-four seven. He didn’t remember you ever telling him if you were talking to someone else. Or if you had met someone during the small times apart. He opened his mouth to ask more information on the matter but the sound of a ring was coming from your phone.

Once you pulled it out, his fingers gripped tighter on the coffee mug. Sebastian. Why did he have your number? Before you can answer the phone, Leon swiped your phone quickly so you wouldn’t answer it. “What are you doing?” Leon questioned gruffly. “We have important business to discuss and he’s calling you? I th0ught you didn’t want anyone besides me having your personal number.” 

“He must have put it in there when I wasn’t looking.” You replied, shrugging trying to take your phone back but Leon held it high in the air just out of reach. He tried his best to not think how cute you look trying to go on your tippy toes to take it back. 

“Well, I’m getting you a new phone.” Leon said, firmly. 

Just as you were about to huff out a complaint, the man of the hour walked in. Sebastian. Leon had to hold his tongue to avoid telling him to fuck off. Hunnigan gave an amuse smile and turned on her chair to avoid the conflict that was about to happen. 

A deep annoyed sigh came out of Leon, he rolled his eyes more when you turned around to pay attention to Sebastian. He wasn’t sure why he cared when all he had with you is a friends with benefits. Friends shouldn’t care if the person they love was smashing someone else, right? So, why did it feel like the coffee mug was about to burst in his hand from how tightly he was squeezing it.

Hunnigan must have read his mind and gently pried the coffee mug out of his hands. Great, he had nothing to hold onto but in quiet retaliation, he unlocked your phone with ease and deleted his number off it. But that wasn’t quite enough to satisfy his hatred for the guy.

Leon pocketed your phone in his pocket and crossed his arms standing close behind you. He watched the interaction with intensity. He hated how you were laughing at the other guy's dad jokes, no less a joke he had told you a week ago and y0u booed him on it!  His eyes narrowed more when Sebestian got a little too close to you. 

He couldn’t fucking stand it.

Leon made it obvious he didn’t like the interaction at all with all his huffing and eye rolls. Sebastian didn’t seem to get the memo but you did. “Leon, stop fucking huffing breaths on the back of my head.” 

“I would stop if you hurry along the conversation.” Leon grumbled. “In fact,” His hand reached out and took your upper arm and then gave Sebesatian a tight lipped smile, “sorry but she’s busy right now.” 

He didn’t wait to see if Sebastian would reply. He pulled you out of the FSO support office and began walking you out of the hallway. “Leon, what is your problem?” 

“His cologne was making my head hurt.” He lied.

“His cologne?” You deadpanned.

“Yes, you can tell it was Axe cologne. Only assholes like him wear it.” Leon replied, flexing your fingers on your upper arm trying to ground himself to you. Trying to make you pay attention to him. He hadn’t felt this pathetic since he first met you and he said the wrong joke to make his first impression on you.

You stared at him and pulled him into an empty closet. Leon stumbled, almost forgetting the strength you possessed when he was stuck in his head. “What is your problem, Kennedy?” You demanded.

Oh, I’m caught, Leon thought with pink ears tinting his skin. He could deflect his feelings and pretend like he usually did but Sebastian has been pissing him off more lately and he couldn’t control his jealousy anymore. 

His fingers threaded through his hair and sighed deeply. “I don’t like Sebastian.”

“You don’t like a lot of people, Leon.” You countered with a deadpanned tone. “What did he do to you?”

He hesitated for a moment and looked away from you. “Flirted with you.” Leon replied honestly. Just remembering it made his jaw clenched. “Called you on your personal phone. Pretended as if he knew you like how I do.” He took in a deep breath and leaned back against the wall of the closet. “Look, I know we’re only just friends with benefits but I hate the thought of you being with another man. If he’s the other boyfriend, then. . .I’ll accept it but I can't stand this feeling in my chest anymore.”

Silence filled the air for the moment that Leon believed he humiliated himself for opening up for once. Then, giggles erupted in the air. Oh, great, not only did he pour his heart out but you were laughing at him now? 

“It’s not funny.” He frowned, crossing his arms tight around his chest. “Just forget it. . .”

“Leon.” Your giggles died down as you walked in front of him to stand a few inches away. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as it always did whenever you stood too close to him. “There’s no one else besides you.” 

“What?” His voice croaked out dumbly.

“I don’t want Sebastian.” You leaned up face inches away from his that he can smell your flavored lipgloss. Suddenly, the room felt incredibly small and crowded, and Leon didn’t care to escape this time. “I thought you knew I liked you. I wouldn’t have agreed to a friends with benefits situation to anyone else besides you. I always liked you, Leon, I just thought you were afraid of commitment so I settled for friends with benefits.”

Leon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This entire time, he thought you just wanted to be friends with benefits because you didn’t want to commit to him. His hands reached out and immediately cupped your face, his breath fanned against yours as his lips were brushing against yours. “I always loved you. I thought I was being obvious with my hatred towards Sebastian whenever he had your attention, now,” his lips quirked into a smirk and leaned down pressing his lips against yours, “you know where I stand.”

Familiar and comfort. That’s how it always felt kissing you.

Now he didn’t have to imagine being your boyfriend kissing you because now that the truth came out, he wasn't going to stop making sure you were his and make sure Sebastian knew it too. 

“Leon, we shouldn’t do this here.” You mumbled between kisses.

“We’ve done worse in my office.” His lips found yours deeper and hungrier than the last one. “A closet would be a new one for us.”

RE! 6 Leon

Leon knew he shouldn’t have fallen for an assassin. That was the number rule of being a government agent; assassins and government agents didn’t mix. Especially you and Leon. It’s been years since that night of Raccoon City where you were sent to wipe out any witnesses and eliminate Annette Birkin. 

He should have died that night at your hands but you decided to not kill him. And each run in, you were constantly having to hide the true nature of your feelings towards him to your employers. Vulnerability was a weakness and yet, he was your weakness.

As much you were his weakness. 

And Leon definitely couldn’t hide his vulnerability. Another opportunity presented itself of working with you once again, it had been six months since he last saw you after that passionate night at some hotel in Tokyo. 

He never knew when his encounter with you would be the last one or when he would see you again. Tonight th0ugh? Leon was supposed to be undercover to find some information on The Family after the China incident. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one on a mission because the familiar scent on you filled the air that he turned his head. 

There was you at the bar. Wearing a low cut tight-fitted black dress that hugged all the curves he knows intimately. The swell of your breast pushed together exposed in the low neckline. His eyes were admiring you from afar, he leaned back against his chair spreading his legs as his eyes roamed your body. 

Unfortunately, he couldn’t admire the view that much when a man sat next to you. Too close. Leon watched with narrowed eyes seeing how familiar you were with the man. He hated how he didn’t know that much about your regular life and who you have interacted with.

He tried to look in the past, he did but you were a ghost in the system. It was like you never existed. Fitting for an assassin. He wasn’t sure if this man right here was your next target or if you had found interests in someone else.

His chest tightened at that thought. Calm down, Leon, he thought. I’m on a mission, I shouldn’t care what she does. But his fingers were tapping on his thighs watching the scene in front of him. The man was quite handsome, black and white pepper hair, tanned skin and a solid build. Leon didn’t take it that you liked older men since the man seemed older than both of you. 

Now that he was looking at the man, he fit the profile of who he needed to get information from. Arthur Simmons. But how can he approach him without compromising the mission when the clear ugly feeling of jealousy was invading every part of his being?

Your hand rested on Arthur’s thigh and purposefully leaned in close giving him a good view of cleavage that Leon had marked up six months ago.  Leon’s eye twitched and he quickly drowned his whiskey in one go tasting the burning sensation down his throat. He noticed that you had spotted him and you were putting on a show. 

What the fuck is she doing? Leon thought. He hadn’t seen you in months and the first thing you do when you notice him is make him jealous. His tongue licked the remnants of whiskey off his lips and against his better judgment, he got up. 

Leon went to the bar area just sitting on the other side of you. “Sweetheart, there you are.” He said with false and tense sweetness in his voice, his hand resting on your back dangerously low to the curve of your ass. “I was looking for you all night.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know she’s taken.” Arthur said behind his whiskey glass with raised eyebrows.

“She is.” Leon’s voice rumbled tight with a big strained smile. His chest leaned against your back pressing against it. A silent claim that you were his although it wasn’t entirely true. Arthur didn’t need to know that. “Happily married for many years now. Do you have a wife, Arthur?” He knew the information to that question but wanted to humiliate the man across from him.

“Unforuntely.” Arthur replied, irritated. 

Good because you’re not getting your dick wet tonight. Leon thought. “Bummer. I don’t think she would appreciate you hitting on another woman, especially a married woman.” Leon said, gripping your flesh tighter in his hands that all you can do is quirk an eyebrow at him and give him an amused smirk. Fuck, the mission, he didn’t need the information when he get Hunnigan to hack into his phone and computer to find it. “So, you wouldn’t want any problems. Do you?” 

“No.” Arthur grumbled, getting up and gave Leon a glare before moving along.

Leon took a deep breath and yet, he didn’t let go of you. His thumb had absentmindedly circling around lower to the swell of your ass now feeling you through your dress. 

“Happily married, huh?” You questioned amused, turning your head to look over your shoulder at him. “I don’t recall ever getting married. Did the ring I gave you in China give you the wrong impression?”

Leon huffed and tilted his head to the side to look at you fully. It was hard to not remember how gorgeous each time he sees you again. “If pretending to be happily married gets bioterrorist off your back then I will happily believe in my delusion, sweetheart.” He rebutted with a lazily shrug. He didn’t realize his face was leaning down into yours.

The faint smell of cherries emitted off you and his lips were dangerously close to yours that all he had to do was poke his tongue out to taste the forbidden fruit again. “Hmm, my prince. But one question, wasn’t he your target?” 

Leon chuckled. Nothing ever got past you. No wonder you made a show of touching Arthur just to get a reaction out of him. “Sacrifices  are required when it comes to my woman.” There was a deeper meaning to that, too much of a meaning. He allowed you to get away with a lot especially when you’re the most wanted assassin by the US government.

A soft hum came out of you. “Awe, you failed your mission over me?” You teased and saw the way his eyes darted away for a second shyly. You reached into your stockings and pulled a hard drive out holding it towards him. “Lucky for you, in your jealous fit, I was able to obtain what you needed. Now you owe me.” 

Leon glanced back at you and then at the hard drive. A chuckle came out of him and his fingers brushed up your arm all the way towards where you subtly clutched the hard drive from his touch affecting you. He plucked the hard drive and softly hummed, pocketing the information he needed in his suit jacket. “I always have to owe you, don’t I? I guess we can settle this the only way I know how.” He whispered lowly, pressing a soft kiss under your jawline. “I have room just a few streets down, let me reward you for helping me on my mission.” 

RE9! Leon

Leon had years of experience that he generally just kinda didn’t get a shit about much anymore when it came to his line of work. Especially not his safety. But the one thing he cared about? 

You and his daughters.

He wasn’t home often and when he was home, there was a certain neighbor he fucking hated. Grayson Parker. Somehow, this neighbor happened to be his daughter’s teacher as well. A teacher and neighbor that happened to be too friendly with his wife. Too many times did he see this man trying to help fix your tire or anything around the house when he would come home from the office. 

Parent-teacher conferences were the absolute worst to sit through. The blatant flirtatious remarks that would come from him not even talking about his daughters progress but rather how radiate his wife looked? 

Leon wasn’t easily a jealous person. You gave him no reason to become weary if another man would try to take you away. You gave him a family that was worth coming back home to. But, he is human after all and he hated how much his chest tightened at the sight of Grayson talking to you. 

He didn’t feel the need to say anything until Grayson decided to step over the line. Leon was watering the plants on the second balcony, he tried to take care of these plants as much as he could when he wasn’t on missions. It was a peaceful morning until he heard an irritating voice echoing off on the ground floor. 

Ugh, this fucker again, Leon thought. He lazily looked over the balcony railing to see that he brought you your favorite cookies. Further irritation filled Leon because one, those cookies he makes fucking sucks and two, you smiled at him and thanked him for the cookies. 

Leon liked to think he wasn’t a possessive husband or a controlling one. You can talk to whoever you want. . .as long as he looked into their background first. He had too many enemies like Dylan Blake who hacked into the government system and found out personal information about him. Luckily, Leon kept you out of the system where he couldn’t find that information.

He looked into Grayson Parker’s background but the asshole was way too clean. Leon determined his only crime was being too friendly with you. He watched the interaction between you and Grayson with a tense jaw that his teeth almost grinding together. He was watching very carefully to see if Grayson would step over the line and god, did he.

Grayson’s hand reached out and brushed against your hair claiming to take out a loose leaf. His fingers lingered too long on your cheek and too familiar on it. 

Leon tightened his finger around the water hose. He was going to be civil and call out his behavior but he was allowed to have some dramatic moments especially in the comfort in his own home. So, Leon began spraying Grayson in the face like he was a cat. 

Grayson yelped and sputtered out water, jumping back from you. Leon was careful to not get you wet and he grinned to himself for a split second before false concern filled his face. “Oops! Sorry down there!” He called out, leaning against the railing as he kept spraying Grayson for another five seconds then finally shut the water off. “Hose has been malfunctioning lately! I didn’t get you too wet, did I?”

“Just a little!” Grayson replied, irritated.

“Oh, that sucks.” Leon said with a passing smirk before he looked over to you to see that the cookies got soggy. “Oops, got your cookies too. Although, they might taste better this way.” 

“You did that on purpose!” Grayson called out from down below, shivering from the fall weather breezing against his wet clothes sticking on to him.

“That’s quite the accusation.” Leon deadpanned and let go of the hose with a plop! His arms crossed over his chest and tilted his head to the side. “You were standing in my way to that lovely rock that needed water desperately. From how much you are around my family and my property, you’d think you know that’s my favorite rock.” He said sarcastically with a narrow glint now.

Grayson wiped his face off angrily. “What is your problem with me?”

“My problem?” Leon let out a deep chuckle then his face fell serious. “Hmm, let's see. You’re constantly at my house. Always baking my wife disgusting cookies, you overbake by the way. Trying to obviously fuck my wife.” He counted most of the things Grayson has done that he held in from crashing out over. “You do realize I’m her partner, right?”

His face turned red and looked at you for help but you were snickering how he looked like a wet dog. “Yeah. . .”

“Then act like it.” Leon demanded. “The next time I see you trying to flirt with my wife. I won’t just spray you with water. I’ll remind you why there is a second amendment and trust me, I have a lot of guns I haven’t used yet.” 

Grayson gulped and nodded, turning on his heel and practically ran away off the property. Finally, he got the memo, Leon thought with a satisfied smile.  You turned towards him with raised, amused eyebrows. “What was that about?”

“I was tired of my wife getting hit on.” Leon said, nonchalantly shrugging. “I had to remind him who your husband is.” 

“Well, you are hot when you’re jealous.” You said with a soft laugh, throwing the soggy cookies away in the trash bin and smirked. “I love it when you’re jealous. . .wanna have a third child?” 

Leon let out a deep laugh, “you’re insatiable,” then beckoned his hand for you to come to him. “Baby making isn’t going to happen itself besides, I think getting you pregnant might send a message.”

“Yeah?” You bit your lower lip to try to hide a smile. “What would that be?”

“That only I can cum inside my wife, no one else can.” Leon tapped the balcony railing and turned around back towards the shared bedroom. He was going to fuck the jealousy out his system and he was glad that his twin daughters were gone with their grandparents today. “Come, I want him to hear what a real husband does to his wife’s pussy.”

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Gun techniques

Summary: Leon has a lot of pent up energy after returning from Raccoon city and he couldn’t wait to release it on his sweet wife then she had to go and ask to fuck her with his requiem gun making his control completely snap.

Warnings; improper use of guns, heavy smut, dumbification, choking, overstimulation, feral Leon, praising, fingering, p in v, blowjobs, kinda improper use of a chair??, and whatever else I forgot to mention. not fully proofread

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Going back to Raccoon City was hell to say the least. 

But Leon has never felt better than he has in years relieving the constant pressure in his system as if something were wrong. He felt like a better man – a new man. All the weight of the trauma of Raccoon City made him finally breathe. And he couldn’t wait to see you. 

But, he had to get his affairs in order like making sure Grace, the poor anxiety-induced woman jumping at every social interaction as if she were about be hanged at the gallows, was reunited with Emily as they both went into quarantine together to make sure any lingering viruses weren’t in their system. He trusted Rebecca Chambers to look after them now. To make a vaccine from his blood to cure Sherry and the remaining Raccoon City survivors. 

Leon could breathe now. 

The horror was over and he had a vaccine with Sherry’s name on it. And once he was back inside of the headquarters of DSO giving Sherry the vaccine, he stayed a bit longer making sure she was okay. He always had to make sure she was okay, perhaps he hovered a bit too much as she shooed him away to go shower because once again, he was submerged head to toe in grime and filth. But not before telling him that there was something for him in his office; a surprise, he raised an eyebrow at that wanting to ask for more details but she wouldn’t spill so he obeyed to go shower.

He didn’t want to return home smelling like shit. His best option was using the showers near the training rooms. His bulging muscular back ached with every breath he took, the water cascaded down each fine ridge curve of his muscles washing away the trauma and grime; the open wounds that he hadn’t noticed made him hiss, noticing the blood that poured down the drain.

Fuck, he wished you were here. Despite the calming that came from being cured, his adrenaline was still spiked – he needed to relieve this energy but a quick rub of his cock wouldn’t do the trick. 

No.

What he needed was you. Leon needed to fuck his frustrations out in his pretty wife’s pussy molding it to his cock like he always did until he forgot the past two weeks of being gone from you. Two whole fucking weeks, he was sure he was never going to make it back to you but he was glad he did.

Truly, Leon believed he deserved a reward for surviving the worst again. And he was going to get that reward one way or another.

It took him a while in the shower to lay off touching himself at the thought of you. And it took even longer to dress himself in the backup clothes he had in his locker just in case for missions like these – a black compressed shirt that was a bit too tight because he ordered the wrong size ( 2 XL was beginning to fit snugly over his muscles ) covering up to his neck. His cotton boxers spilling on brushing over his hardening cock made him softly hiss and he pushed the feeling down then put on black pants looping his belt around it to secure it. 

He was almost excited to get home to you and dive first into your pussy. Right, Sherry said there was a surprise for him in his office. “Sherry, I hope this is a good surprise because it’s cutting into fucking my wife time.” He muttered to himself, grabbing his requiem gun. Easily his large hand engulfed around the gun easily cocking it to see no more bullets. “Better send Grace the bill for each bullet she used.” He joked to himself.

His finger spinned the requiem gun around his hand before placing it on his hostler then made his way to his office. There was absolutely no one around from how late it was into the night besides the janitors, the strangling agents that had reports to fill out from missions, FSO agents that were on their tenth coffee cup trying to stay awake to help the field agents on the other line. Everyone was so busy in their zones that they didn’t notice Leon walking through the corridors back to his office.

Decades of the familiar sights that he almost practically lived here and this routine – a routine he shouldn’t have got comfortable with. It was a surviving routine that desensitized him to the actual world outside. This wasn’t home. But you were. His mind kept going back to you as he finally made his way into his office grumbling for whatever surprise was behind the door.

His hand reached the knob and opened the door. His breath hitched. The sight before him only brought more peace that the cure to Raccoon City syndrome couldn’t relieve him from.

You.

“Honey!” Your sweet, honey voiced erupted through the air and fuck, he was already gone from the simple sound of your voice that he felt his cock swelling beneath his pants. Before he could fully react further, you bounced up to him and threw your arms around his neck. “You’re okay.” Relief and shakiness battling in your tone after he had left two weeks ago to find a cure for the Raccoon City survivors and now, he was here and okay. 

Leon froze for a moment then softly groaned. Familiar curves pressing against his chest, the black compressed didn’t help conceal the softness of your breasts. His arms immediately wrapped around your arms. Safe and secured – here and alive. He couldn’t help but bury his face against the crown of your head, pressing his nose through the strands of your hair and began inhaling deeply.

Very deeply. The familiar scent of shampoo and perfume entered his nose, his hips bucked involuntary and maddening, almost intimating the thought of thrusting into you from the simple touch and smell of you. Dying does that to a man. It made him rethink all the times he took for granted but not anymore; he was going to live again and he was going to do that starting with you. “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m better than okay. I feel better than I have in years.” His words came out deep and rumbling in promise to ease that pretty head of yours. 

“I was so worried.” Your voice came out shaky, burying your face against his chest inhaling his freshly scented body trying to imprint his scent into your system. “I was here everyday and late at night to see if you were going to come back.”

His heart swelled at that. No one knew you were his wife; his pretty secretary – everyone would have assumed that you were just working for him while he was out on another mission. Not suspecting you were waiting for him here. For some reason, Leon felt feral over that information; he slightly pulled back and glanced down at you. No wonder you were in your formal work attire, attire he had ruined and ripped similar ones like the one you were wearing too many times behind closed curtains in his office.

His eyes were drawn to the way the silk crimson blouse hung loosely over your shoulders as buttons were undone down the middle exposing the plush of your breast pressed together and the very, very faint peeking outline of your black lace bra staring at him mockingly. He knew which set this one was; the set that you wore on his homecoming days where he did his best to not rip the fabric off your body.  

“Well, I’m back, anddd,” His voice drawled a bit as his hands roamed from your back towards bunching the fabric beneath his skin as his hands landed around the swell of your breast. His thumb teasingly pressed on the edge of the middle of your blouse pushing the material apart by a fraction, “it seems like you anticipated my arrival. Sherry inform you?”

Your cheeks flushed. Busted. He always caught on everything you did –it was almost scary the amount of information he had stored inside his head about you. Because it was always about you. His pretty little wife was so sweet and caring when he came back from tough missions willing to allow him to lose himself in your pussy first to blow off adrenaline then he allowed himself to weigh in the trauma he faced.

Leon was only comfortable with telling you how he felt. It took a long time to tell you what troubled him at night. What the nightmares were and where they came from. At first he didn’t want to worry you but now, he allowed himself to feel more than just a weapon.

The trauma can come later. His lips twitched into a knowing smirk from your shy blush and the way you glanced away briefly nervously from being caught. “Well, thank fuck for Sherry because this was a delightful surprise.” He had to thank Sherry later for informing you of his return and how she cleared the floor for him ( he noticed before he came to his office, he just didn’t know why it was oddly quiet until now.)

“I wanted my surprise to be a present for when you came.” 

A deep laugh poured out his mouth and his thumbs pressed the blouse material opened wider that the strain of the button almost snapped from his hold exposing the swell of your tits to his gaze. “Indeed it is a present and I intend on unwrapping my present right here and now.” His hands immediately began to tear the buttons on your blouse.

A soft squeak of surprise came out of you – it wasn’t the first time he took you in his office but the act of his feral behavior surprised you. “W-wait, you didn’t want to talk about what you went through?”

“No.” 

Wow, okay. His answer was short and firm. It was like what he had been through the past two weeks and the past day with Grace had completely left his mind. Leon was a man on a mission to get to one that only kept him grounded in this fucked-up world. And that was you. It’s always been you and he was fucking starved to devour his world. The buttons on your blouse began dropping on the floor with a clattering clank-clank-clank with each one he tore, determined to see your body beneath it.

“Leon.” Your voice softly whimpered out from the cold air of his office hitting the freshly exposed skin across your chest. Nipples straining beneath the lace fabric from the sudden change of temperature. “I just bought this blouse. . “

Leon didn’t raise his gaze from his work on your blouse. One hand left from his workings as the other hand continued with the buttons, his hand reached inside of his wallet and pulled out the familiar gold credit card slamming it onto the desk on his left. “Buy another blouse then. Buy ten. Buy whatever you fucking want. I just want to see my gorgeous wife right now.” He would buy you another Porsche if  that meant you allowed him to undress you and devour you as he had been thinking about for the last two weeks.

He would go into financial ruin if it meant he can get a taste of you.

His fingers tore the last button and the material of the blouse forcibly opened completely in the middle,  the fabric began sliding down your shoulders. His pupils were blown wide and groaned roughly gazing at the familiar sight of your body. The familiar black lace that cupped your breast perfectly made his eyes dilated at the sight; it didn’t matter how many times he'd seen you in sexy lingerie he wanted more of it. He couldn’t stop from reaching his hands out and cupped the swell of your breast feeling the black lace beneath his skin as he squished your tits together which elicited another groan out of him.

“Fuck, I bet you couldn’t satisfy yourself while I was gone, huh pretty girl?” His voice mocked, brushing around the area on the bra where your erect nipple was straining at.

You arched into his touch and began to whimper. “I-I-”

A breath of amusement came out of his lips. “I already had to deal with one stammering girl for two days. Did I already make you dumb from my touch with just a few simple touches?” His words mocked further as both fingers on both breasts pinched the erecting nipple just a shy of harder than he normally does which illicit a whimper out of you. “Didn’t I teach you how to handle my hands? How to handle my mouth and cock? Didn’t I teach you how to use your words when I’m asking you something?”

There was no answer out of you. Just splutters and stammers again. His eyes narrowed down at you but his eyes flickered with amusement seeing how easily your lips part, eyes blown wide and your chest heaving against his hands. Was he really gone that long that you had forgotten your manners? “I couldn’t have been gone that long for you to forget all that I taught you, sweetheart.” 

“I-I’m sorry, I-” 

A rumble of amusement left his lips. This was pure entertainment to see how his wife easily crumbled and turned utterly dumb just from his hands on your body. The way your eyes shyly darted away for a moment just glance down at his too tight black compressed shirt ravishing his muscles barely hidden in the fabric right in front of him like a needy slut and not the wife he knew but then again, his wife was a slut for him. As much he is a slut for you.

It has been two weeks since he’s seen you. Perhaps, he was too forward and tried to get to the main course before preparing you sweetly then taking you like the way he dreamed of for the past couple days.  “Awe, am I overwhelming my pretty girl? I wasn’t being a gentleman to you.” Being a gentleman was the last thing on his mind but he wanted to take his time with you because now, he had all the time in the world free from the burden of his illness. He was going to take his time pleasing his wife. “I’m sorry, really, I am. Let me go back to the basics of our lessons before I overwhelm you.” 

Reluctantly his hands left your bra covered breast. Instead he used one hand to trail his hand over your throat, squeezing for a fleeting moment that he felt your pulse quicken for a moment and a sharp breath hitch before landing his palm against your cheek. His entire hand could have covered your face if he wanted to but no, he was going to be a gentleman and hold you sweet this time.

His thumb traced along your jawline, watching the way you swallowed thickly before his thumb landed on your bottom lip tugging on it briefly and then let go watching it bounce erotically. He groaned. “God, I missed these lips. I miss how they kiss every ache and bruise on my body. I miss them on my lips, so soft and sweet. I miss them around my cock and how they bruise when I fuck your face too hard.” Every sentence was becoming dirtier and dirtier by the passing minute, then his eyes softly softened. “I missed you.” 

A soft admission. He hated being away from you for more than a day. Every time he was on a mission, his hatred for bioterrorism and the government grew because he had to keep dealing with the same shit each time and he was forced to be away from you. If only he trusted the world more to take care of the problems then he could stay home with you all the time. But he had to settle for the moments he can get just like now.

His mouth leaned down and captured your mouth against his lips; soft and yearning. The taste of home and cherries filled his lips from your chapstick. His eyes fluttered close from the taste, almost afraid that somehow Victor might have come back from the dead and steal you away from him. Victor. . .he wouldn’t allow it if that happened.

A hitched breath and soft whine escaped your lips, and Leon growled. His hand tightened around your face and began moving his mouth against yours. Lipstick smeared between panting and hungry lips, noises of pleasure erupted around his office space. His thumb pressed down on your chin demanding access and of course you always give it to him, his chest hummed in satisfaction, “good girl.” 

The tip of his teeth began nibbling on your lower lip before slipping his tongue between your lips and a pained groan escaped his lips. “Shit-” Leon’s husky tone scorched against your mouth,  “I’ve been needing you for so long. If you could have cured me from my virus I would have stayed here and devoured every inch of you.” 

Hands landed on his shoulders trying to anchor yourself –or perhaps him to you. You weren’t sure. All that mattred was that Leon wasn’t going on another suicide mission and he was here focused on you, nothing else mattered. “I might be the cure to remedying your need for me, Mr. Kennedy.” A teased tone came out of your mouth burning his lips. 

“You think you’d be a cure for me?” A laugh rumbled against your mouth before his hand slipped from your face finding purchase on your waist before lifting you up. A surprise gasp escaped your lips as he settled you carelessly on his desk forcing your legs to rest on either side of him. Files and ink clattered messily off to the floor with a loud clank. “You are poison, my wife. You taint every thought I have. You burn in my very heart. There is no cure for that and I don’t fucking care. I can never soothe this need for you.” 

The confession had you shivering as his thumbs brushed against your ribs. No one ever saw Leon have this need for you because he kept it sacred. Private. And there was no better way of keeping his love for you away from the cruel world in his very office. Away from preying eyes. “I just want to drown in your poison, baby.” A soft silent plea came from him and you couldn’t do anything else but nod.

His lips quirk into a faint smirk. “Good, now I’m going to ask again. .  and you better use words this time.” His hands roamed up your waist up towards the black lace cups hiding away those perfect tits he loved to stare at and mark up – he hated how there were no marks, all the ones he branded before he left weeks ago were gone. He needed to remedy that. “Were you able to satisfy yourself while I was gone?” His thumbs absentmindedly traced on the pebbling nipple beneath the fabric.

A whimper escaped your lips from each tortuous touch from Leon. He was being cruel at this moment, only because he wanted you wet and wanting. And, fuck, were you. The slick stuck uncomfortably against the black lace completely soaked through that there was a dampening spot on the stockings you wore. It was embarrassing how easily dumb you got from your husband that you almost didn't answer him.

“No. . .I couldn’t satisfy myself.” You admitted arching your chest against his hands and brought your high heeled point against his calf; he visibly stiffened from the touch. “I tried using my fingers, the toys you bought me to keep me occupied while you were gone. I couldn’t finish.” Perhaps you were getting bored of using your fingers and the toys because how often Leon left for missions, it wasn’t stimulating you as much anymore.

His breath hitched in pride at that – he ruined you from using useless toys and your inadequate fingers in this very office. He couldn’t count the many times his fingers were inside of your cunt while he was typing out reports, one hand on the computer and the other stuffed in your walls idly using his thumb to edge you for hours. His cock plundering into your heat with one hand lazily holding your mouth forcing you to be quiet while the other hand firm on your spine keeping you in place as his cheek and shoulder held a phone between it talking to important people acting as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of your pussy.

He almost felt pity for you. Almost. “Awe, my poor baby couldn’t cum properly, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better for you.” His hands tugged on the material of the black lace forcing the lace beneath your breast. The soft, pillowy flesh bounced in front of him and he groaned loudly from how hard your nipples were and the goosebumps that formed around it. He truly hated the government for keeping him away from this. “Fuck, it doesn’t matter how many times I see them, they’re so pretty and mine to suck.” 

His body shifted between your legs forcing it to spread wider – the sound of fabric creaking under the forced pressure crinkled in the air. The black stockings you were stretching trying to accommodate the large frame of your husband. Your leg hitched higher on the side of his hip only to feel the cold metal handle of his requiem gun pressing against the side of your calf that it sent shivers across your leg. 

You were never one for gun use. It honestly scared you but Leon made you learn how to shoot a gun just in case you needed to when he wasn’t around. It was more fun watching your husband fire at targets because he always showed off when you were around in the shooting range. His large hands engulfed around the handle expertly hitting each dead on the bullseye with a cocky smirk knowing you were watching him and clapping at each target he hit. 

Then he liked to twirl the gun around his fingers after the fifth gunshot. It was loud despite the earmuffs he made you put on but what made you pause and stare at his hands was the way he used one hand to cock the gun. The way his fingers traced along the gun the same way he traced his fingers along the folds of your pussy with such ease and care. You hated how the simple actions of Leon handling his guns made you extremely wet. 

It haunted you for a while thinking of the different ways the requiem gun would feel pressing against your skin. The cold metal easing warm skin but it wasn’t entirely the gun that made you wet at the thought. It was your husband handling the gun like how he handles you. Sometimes, you wondered how it would feel if he used a gun against your body.

The weight of the gun pressed against Leon’s hip when he shifted closer to you that it snapped him out of his daze, almost forgetting that he still had it on him. “Shit, sorry. I almost forgot I had that with me still, let me set it aside.” As much he wanted to ravish you, Leon didn’t want you getting hurt, ever. One of his hands left your body and reached down to grasp the handle to take it out. He intended to put it in one of the desk drawers but a hand stopped him before he could. 

His brow raised as your cheeks flushed with shyness. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Did you. . .were you able to handle the gun well when you were on your mission?”

Confusion filled Leon for a moment, he really hoped you weren’t asking about the mission when your tits were out begging to be marked up. “I guess. . .what does that matter?” He questioned with a shrug.

“I dunno, you always had cool techniques when you handle a gun.” A gentle pad of your thumb brushed against his wrist tracing around his bone before trailing behind his hand all the way to his fingers that were curled around the top part of the requiem gun. 

“I bet you fucked up everyone with your gun. . .” Your voice trailed off, leaning slightly forwards as your lips brushed against the muzzle keeping your eyes completely focused on Leon in a half-lidded gaze. “I wonder what it would be like being fucked by your gun. . .Can you use your gun on me and show me your techniques?

Oh.

Oh. 

He stayed quiet for a long moment. Leon should have guessed from the way at times you insisted on going with him to the training grounds when he would shoot rounds at targets that you were thinking of other things. He often caught you not staring at the targets he had expertly shot at. The way your eyes were on his hands instead while he fiddled with the gun, caressing it and reloaded the revolver with ease. He thought that maybe you were trying to learn from looking at him rather than caring about the targets he shot –oh, how dead wrong he was.

Embarrassment burned on your face from his lack of response and began pulling your lips away from the muzzle. “It-it was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have brought it up-”

His other hand shot out grasped the back of your head keeping your lips pressed firmly against the muzzle that had a faint lingering of gunpowder and use from his use and Grace’s; it was still slightly warm from its usage. You were right, this was a terrible idea and he should have scolded you for thinking he would allow a deadly weapon anywhere near your body but the prospect of a gun pleasing you, his gun; somehow the cure he got had brought a new sense of adrenaline in him.

He would be careful. He couldn’t stand the thought of bringing you harm just for his pleasure.

“Jesus, sweetheart, I’ve been gone only two weeks and you obtained some new kink?” A groan mixed in with a  laugh escaped him. “Who would have thought my wife would discard gun safety? Butttt,” his voice drawled pressing the muzzle more against your mouth – he was lucky he cleaned the gun on the helicopter otherwise he wouldn’t have put the requiem anywhere near you, “have you been a good enough girl to be pleased by my gun?”

You couldn’t believe he was considering entertaining the idea. Leon, the man who feared for your safety but your safety was in his hands now. You were sure there were no bullets in the chamber. That the safety was on. There was no reason to worry when Leon seemed like he was into the idea of pleasing you with his gun. “I wore my special black set for you, didn’t I? Your homecoming present.” You pointed out. “I think I’ve been good enough to warrant pleasure from you.”

Leon hummed in agreement tracing the cold metal around your pouty lips. “You did.” He agreed but then his eyes went soft; always full of concern and snapped out his lust for a moment, “but I really need to know if you feel safe enough to do this. Because you know I would never take it far, the moment I believe I’m scaring you, I’m stopping.” Because his skills were made by the government as a weapon but for you? He wouldn’t use his skills to scare you, ever. He made that vow when he married you.

“You’d know if I say the safe word.” You mumbled against the gun.

Leon took another moment to consider this but it didn’t take him long to mull over it. The way your eyes gazed up at him blown wide. Lips shakily parted as if you were wanting to wrap your lips around the muzzle, Bare breast heaving in their spot pushed together from the black lace fabric just barely beneath the underside of your tits while you tried to control yourself. It must have been a rough two weeks with your inadequate fingers and toys if you wanted a gun to please you. But Leon never disappointed. He always delivered and spoiled you when you wanted something from him.

“Okay, baby.” Leon agreed with finality. “But because you’re a rookie, I need to teach you lessons in gun safety before I show you my techniques. I can’t just shove my gun inside of you, I need to make sure you’re prepared first.” A pout formed on your lips but a continuously gentle tap of the muzzle made it stop. “Awe, don’t pout. I just gotta make sure my pretty little wife is nice and wet for my gun.” 

“What are you going to do?” You asked breathlessly.

His smirk widened. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” He trailed the gun down the crevice of your throat; each contrasting heat of the metal made you let out shaky breaths. Leon was being cruel by tapping the gun mockingly against your throat with each lingering downward caress. The faint warm muzzle made you dizzy with every touch, you were becoming impossibly wetter and he hadn’t even done anything with the gun yet.

The muzzle dragged down the valley of your breast and stayed there for a moment. The tip of the gun weighed heavily against your chest right against where your heart is. Leon suspected fear would have laced your features since the gun can blow body parts off if it was loaded but instead your eyes darkened further. “Trying to shoot my heart, Leon?”

A soft hum came out his lips. As if he would ever shoot at you. “Nah, just trying to see where I should touch you with my gun first.” He admitted pulling the gun away from your heart with another hum. “Because I can touch you.” His gun trailed down and tapped against the perk of your nipple just barely grazing the metal around it, “here.” 

“Orr,” His words drawled quickly moving requiem away from your nipple leaving you pouting. He twirled the gun around his finger as he lowered it between your spread legs and placed it just teasingly against your clothed clit through the fabric of your stockings and tapped maddenily delicate, “here. Decisions, decisions.”

“Anywhere Leon. Just please. . .” You begged trying to rut your hips into the muzzle but frustratingly, Leon pulled the gun away from your ruts leaving you to whine while staring up at your husband with big, dilated eyes. “Leon, stop teasing me.” 

A chuckle escaped out of him. “Sweetheart, if you’re trying to coax me into doing what you want, you’re going to need to try harder than that.” Leon replied, tapping the magnum revolver side against your inner thigh teasingly. “Your disregard for gun safety is concerning. Didn’t I tell you I was going to prepare you first? You should really understand how to handle a gun before it’s used, baby.” 

Frustration crept on your face and you tried to slide your hips over the edge just to feel the muzzle through your stockings again. His other hand shot out, gripping the fat of your hip putting a stop to your plan. “What if I want you to fuck me already?” You questioned with a small pout.

Leon shook his head. “It’s not safe. Sweetheart.” The muzzle pressed insistently more against the fabric of your stockings and began dragging the tip of the gun in circles where your clit was at. A sharp breath inhaled from you and Leon let out a low whistle, you realized he’s been staring down at your legs the entire time instead of your face watching the fabric of your stockings being soaked through with slick. “Perhaps, I should just fuck you with my gun buttt,” he pulled the gun away leaving you with nothing again, “I want to take my time with my girl.”

“What do you mean-”

The sound of fabric ripping echoed throughout the office space. You didn’t realize what was happening until the cold air hit against the damp patch of slick clinging onto your panties. Leon had ripped your stockings straight down the middle to where he needed to see you the most. “Leon.” You scolded. 

Leon cocked his head and let out a low whistle. The outline of your pussy strained against the fabric made him stay quiet for a moment. He had to just stare at the way the fabric was clearly wet from a few kisses and touches. “Use my credit card to get another pair.” He replied nonchalantly and then pulled away. “First rule in using a gun? Getting into the proper position, sweetheart.” 

“The proper position?” You questioned with furrowed brows. Did he want you to stand up and handle the gun?

Leon chuckled at the confusion on your face. “Yes, the proper position. You can’t handle a gun if you’re not in the right position.” He stepped completely from between your legs and gestured the gun towards his leather office chair. “You know what position I want you to be in.” 

For a moment, you didn’t understand what he meant until it hit you. His favorite position. He wanted your knees onto the seat, holding the headrest as your ass sticks out towards him. Lost in a daze, a sudden thwack hit against your laced pussy that a gasp of surprise came out and buck towards the sensation. His wedding band slicken with wetness when he pulled away. “Don’t tell me you forgot the position I taught you, honey.” He tsked.

Shaking your head, you shifted off the desk. “I didn’t. It was one of the last positions you had left me in before you left.” 

“Good.” Leon said smugly. “I was almost worried you forgot the basics.”

“Hardly.” Walking over to his leather office chair, he was close behind you. Too eager and impatient to watch you from afar as you followed his command and assumed the proper position. It was almost hard to climb onto the plush leather chair from the tight pencil skirt you were wearing and the torn stockings limiting your movements making it awkward to get onto properly. 

Leon must have been really impatient. He wrapped his muscular bicep around your waist, lifting you suddenly. A gasp came out of your lips and he placed you down properly onto the chair, just the way he likes it.

 Ass out towards him. Breast pressed against the cushion on the seat. Back arched perfectly in the position he always liked to see it in. The sight made him groan. “God, you don’t how many times I thought about seeing you like this.” The muzzle pressed against your back holding you in place for a moment so he could just stare at you and admire you. “As much I want to immediately fuck you in this position, let’s start with the gun lesson shall we?”

Leon dragged the muzzle down your spine that you arched more down. The cold metal pressing tracing onto your back until you felt the muzzle bunching against the pencil skirt purposefully going to the edge of it on your thighs. “First lesson, always keep the gun pointed in a safe direction.” And in this case, the gun was pointed against the back of your thigh pushing the skirt up your ass bunching it just above it.

In his view was ripped stocking down the middle of your covered pussy and ass straining against the ripped stocking fabric. He licked his lips and pressed the gun against the fat of your pussy watching the outlining of it in the lace being engulfed around the muzzle. “You don’t want to accidentally harm anyone, do you, honey?”

A soft moan came out of you and you shook your head. “No. . .I thought you were going to show me your techniques?" You whined a complaint. “I don’t want lessons. . .”

The side of his gun smacked against your laced pussy making you flinch immediately from the hard metal. “Quiet down, rookie. Are you trying to talk back to me when I know what I’m doing?” 

“N-no. I’m sorry.” 

“Thought so.” A hooked finger on the side of your panties peeled away slowly pushing it aside to the right cheek bunching the fabric on your skin. He didn’t want to rip his favorite set on you.. He groaned seeing the fluorescent lights capturing the pearlescent juices glisten your folds. “Oh, honey I think you’re enjoying the lessons more than you thought and I haven’t even touched you with my gun.” 

Leon missed the sight before him. He never wanted to be gone from you for this long again. He brought the muzzle against your fluttering pussy pressing the tip against the wetness. You whimpered from the sudden coldness and his eyes dilated seeing the creamy ring of wetness trickle against the metal. 

The gun would be too big for you to handle. He sighed almost disappointed but he didn’t want to hurt you. He wasn’t going to shove requiem inside of you. He had other ideas of how to please you with his gun. “You’re too small to handle the gun, rookie. Butt,” he slid the gun down between your folds making you buck until the muzzle pressed against your hooded clit, “there’s other ways to keep the gun pointed in the desired direction.” 

“I can handle it.” You protested.

Leon let out a breath of a laugh. “No, you can’t.” There was a shuffle behind you and you heard him kneeling behind you as his breath fanned against your pussy. A flutter came out of you from the familiar contrasting warmth of your husband compared to his gun. “Don’t worry, though. We’re going to the next lesson which is always be sure of your target and,” he pressed a purposeful circle around your clit with the muzzle, “what’s behind it.”

“You’re just trying to flex your experience with guns.” You deadpanned.

Smack, five fingers splayed harshly against the curve of your ass and he laughed at the sinful way your ass jiggled and the whine that escaped your lips. “Talking back to your instructor? Not a good idea when I’m the one holding your pleasure in my hands.”

Leon brought his fingers specifically his ring finger against the puffy glistening folds pressing for a moment and blew some air against your cunt just to watch it flutter around the tips of his fingers just begging to filled. His lips quirked into a smirk before his fingers pushed in and the familiar wet, warm stretch made his breath hitched.

“Not sassing me much now, are you?” Leon questioned as he took his time pushing two fingers inside of your cunt maddeningly slow that you were trying to buck your hips back but another firm solid object was keeping you in place. The requiem gun pressed hard against your clit forcing you to stay bent over on his chair. “No, you missed me too much to sass me, huh?”

You were almost too much in a daze to answer until a particular hard thrust of his fingers sliding in completely that the cold metal ring scratched your insides forcing you to answer him. “Y-yes, fuck, Leon. Of course I missed you.” 

“Oh, I can tell.” Leon mumbled, glancing down at your pussy. It was completely engulfed by his fingers fluttering obscenely around the stretch of them. “Before we start, repeat the first two lessons I’ve said so far.” 

“What?” You asked dumbly.

Leon rolled his eyes and began to circle the muzzle against the hood of your clit. A moan escaped your lips but it wasn’t enough to stimulate you as he refused to move his fingers and kept the slow pace with the gun. “Don’t tell me you forgot the lessons already? How else am I supposed to show you my techniques on handling a gun if you can’t remember the basics?” He clicked his tongue in fake annoyance. 

“I-I’m trying, it’s a little hand when I’m stuffed by my husband.”

“You’re only making this harder on yourself, rookie.” Leon replied pressing harder against your clit but he didn’t speed up the pace, instead he completely stopped and you let out a frustrated groan. “Try to remember.” He commanded. 

“Okay, okay.” Your hands clutched around the leather headrest glaring at the wall in front of you. “First lesson, always keep the gun pointed in a safe direction.” 

Leon hummed and began his languid circles forcing the gun on a better position to circle your nub. “Good job, sweetheart. So you can remember when you’re asked nicely.” He tapped the gun suddenly on your clit that more pearlescent juices seeped out the corners of his fingers sliding down that he had to lean down and take a moment to lick on his glistening flesh, he groaned. “Next lesson, rookie?”

 “Um,” Your head was in a daze. You hated how he wanted you to recite these dumb lessons while all you wanted to do was be fucked already. Another false sighed came out of him as his teeth suddenly bite down the fat flesh of your ass cheek. You yelped and looked over your shoulder and glared. “Leon!”

“Come on, what is the next lesson, sweetheart? Don’t make me punish you for forgetting so easily.”

Oh, you hated him at times. Especially when he was so smug about having your pleasure in his hands. “Always be sure of your target and what’s behind it.” 

A soft press of his lips pressed against the red flesh he had just bitten. A mocking display of affection before he pulled away. “Good, now always treat guns as if they’re always loaded. In this case, I’m going to take extra care of this sweet pussy.” 

Finally, his fingers began thrusting upwards. The essence of wetness dripped down his fingers down the curve of his wrist. He couldn’t find a better way of releasing his adrenaline than this. He deserved this after the long two weeks of finding death. And you deserved this for being such a good rookie and taking his lessons.

“Let me show you my techniques on how to handle a gun.” His other fingers gripped his requiem gun and began forcing the gun to rub against your clit more insistently now. Simultaneously, his fingers were stretching you out and set a pace of desired pleasure that loud moans broke throughout his office.

Thank fuck for Sherry for clearing out the entire floor because he desperately needed this. 

It was reminiscent with how Leon handle his guns. His fingers tracing the inside of your walls as he did when he was cleaning his gun. The precision he had while reloading bullets inside of the chamber, flickering his thumb persistently against the revolver just to push his gun harder and harder against your clit. It was untamed and rough just like how he shot the gun.

Your eyes rolled. Leon truly spoiled you from completely your fantasies to the best of his abilities. “Mr. Kennedy, fuck, it feels so good.” 

Leon let out a chuckle doing a particular thrust with his ring finger eliciting another moan out of you. “I told you that if you were patient enough that I would show you my techniques.” The speed of his fingers increased, needing to hear the squelching sound of your pussy filling the air. A purposeful drag of his fingers was more for his benefit needing to have the essence of your wetness to coat his wedding ring. He wanted to remember that he had a home to come to.

That your pleasure was one of the sources of his happiness. And god, what a source. Hearing those moans echoing in his office. The way your back arched, bent over his office chair, he watched the way the juices plap-plap-plap down onto the fabric. 

He wasn’t sure how many times he had to get a new chair from all the other stains you left previously, but he wanted to keep this one longer so he can remember this night. So that each time he was sitting on your stains, he can have a piece of you throughout boring reports he had to write out.

The sound of your stockings ripping the further you arched to the point your ass was fully out made him groan. He needed a taste. All that dried food from the past two weeks didn’t sedate his hunger, only your pussy could. 

With a slow drag, his fingers pulled out of your cunt and a frustrated whine escaped your lips. “W-what are you doing?” You questioned, annoyed looking over your shoulder again to glare at your husband.

Leon held his fingers up to show you the mess you made on him. “Look at what you did, Mrs. Kennedy.”  He separated his fingers forcing the string of wetness to snap between them coating around his wedding ring. “You really liked my gun toying with your pretty little clit, huh?” The pearlescent ring of wetness trickled down the sides of his skin.

“I did.”

His eyes darkened at the sight and your confession. “Oh, Mrs. Kennedy, your next lesson? Announce when you’re about to shoot.” 

“What-”

Leon slither his tongue inside of your cunt without a warning. He grins when he feels the tightness of your walls fluttering and the sound of abrupt moan escaping your lips. Your hips almost bucked away from the sudden sensation but it didn’t matter whether you moved forward or back because his gun was pressing against your clit and his face was pressing behind you.

“Fuck, Leon.” 

His eyes rolled to the back of his head in pure, adulterated need of wanting more. He brought his other hand to pry open your folds more. You were so fucking wet for him that the honeyed slick splashed down on his awaiting tongue. 

The creamy essence hit against his tongue and he closed his mouth groaning more loudly that you were almost sure he was being more louder than you. Now, you weren’t sure if the lesson of announcement was for you or him. No one in the office knew how loud Leon Kennedy can be for his pretty wife.

Especially when he was afraid he would never return home to you.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying this lesson more than me.” You breathlessly teased, staring at him the entire time. His eyes were half-lidded, hair sticking loosely to his forehead while his lips glistened in heavy pants from the simple taste of you. 

“You have no fucking idea.” Immediately, Leon dove forward. His nose nuzzled between your folds inhaling deeply before his tongue laid flat against your pussy while he closed his eyes in utter bliss. Then, his tongue began tracing every crevice of your pussy as if he almost forgot what it felt like on his tongue. As if he found the fountain in youth in your pussy after years of searching. 

He didn’t need the fountain of youth. Not when your pussy made him young again.

The requiem gun followed his ministrations on your clit. Fast paced and rough like he handled those fuckers back in Raccon City. Your fingers dug into the leather chair as your head fell forward against the head rest. “Holy fuck.” 

The obscene sounds of squelching came from everywhere. His tongue pressing deeply inside of your walls determined to remember every ridge detail as his gun was dripping in wetness staining against your thighs. You can see how tightly Leon gripped the side of the gun, tracing the revolver as he normally did when he held it. 

A grounding technique he had that grounded him to the familiar weight of the gun. Now, he was grounding himself to the bliss of tasting his wife’s pussy on his mouth.

The coil in your stomach was building up from the pleasure on both ends stimulating you so much. Thighs shaking that the chair kept squeaking and squeaking. Heavy pants and moans were coming from both parties; he sounded hot when he let loose like this. And it was all for you.

You flinched feeling a wet glob of saliva hit against your pussy and his breath suddenly fanning against your pussy. When did he pull out of you? 

“Are you learning well, rookie?” Leon questioned. “Had enough of my gun techniques?"

Gingerly, you shook your head no and Leon grinned to himself watching the fat glob of saliva mixing in with your essences. His cock throbbed so hard in his pants. He just wanted to pull his pants down and fuck you but not yet, he was determined to make you cum first before he did anything else.

But first, he wanted to commemorate this moment of his welcome home present. His hand fished out for his phone in his pocket and pulled it out. He wasn’t dumb enough to use his work phone, he couldn’t have incriminating evidence of you on there. 

The camera panned on your wet pussy and the sounds of clicks-clicks-clicks echoed throughout the room. “Leon,” you scolded, looking over your shoulder to see your husband taking different angles of the gun pressing against your clit. Up close to where juices were trickling down. Now, you weren’t sure if he was taking photos or videos, probably both knowing Leon.

“Sorry but you know how lonely it can get when I’m away from you too long.” 

The fucker wasn’t sorry at all with the stupid grin he had on his face. He pulled out of your pleasure for this? You sighed, annoyed and smiled to yourself. “You’re lucky I love you.” 

Leon hummed and turned off his phone. “I know, you spoil me too much, my wife.” He agreed and pulled his gun away from your clit. You furrowed your brows about to protest when he maneuvered the gun right against your hole this time. “But now it’s time to spoil you and show you to really handle a gun.” 

“Leon-” He shushed you up by pressing the muzzle against your hole. There was a big stretch just from the tip that you fell forward against the leather chair and your toes curled that your heels fell onto the ground with a loud clank. “Nngh, oh my god.” 

The stretch was delicious and it was obvious that he couldn’t push anymore without hurting you. Leon paused for a moment to see your reaction almost worried he had hurt you. But no, your brows were pinched together in a familiar state of bliss and he was sure you were going to claw off the leather off the chair from how hard you were gripping it. 

“Feeling okay?” Leon had to ask anyway, teasingly trying to pull the gun away from your pussy but your ass pressed back against it refusing him to move away from him. “Fuck, yeah you’re okay.” Flexing his fingers around the handle, he began languidly thrusting the muzzle against your pussy. Not too hard or rough; just enough to stimulate you. “I thought my cock stretched you out good but, fuck, look at you - moaning over my gun that can’t even fit inside your tight pussy.” 

Heavy pants and moans were his response. Leon was almost sure he broke you and he couldn’t wait to break you some more. “Let me show you how I handle my gun.” The muzzle began tracing the outlines of your pussy just barely pushing against your hole. He watched your walls flutter rapidly around the metal. 

He knew it wasn’t enough stimulation to make you come so he brought his other hand against the side of your thigh to snake around the front. His fingers splayed on your lower stomach as his thumb found purchase on your hooded nub circling around it. 

Leon knew it wouldn’t take you long to cum from how long he had been touching you. Yet, he took his time pushing you on the edge just to see your reactions. The cute whimpers and moans echoing in his office. The way your ass was pushing back against his gun trying to ride it yet he kept pulling away so you wouldn’t hurt yourself by accidentally taking more. 

When he tilted his head to the side to rest his cheek on his shoulder just to watch you lose yourself on his gun and fingers; he can see your breast swaying above your black bra. He wished his hands weren’t occupied so he could take a video. Next time. Right now, he wanted to live in the moment.

“You’re taking my gun so well, sweetheart.” Leon softly praised with a particular flick of his thumb just to hear you cry out. “Look how pretty you make noises for me. I can watch you all day just riding my gun.” 

An idea formed in his head and he couldn’t believe he didn’t think of it earlier. With a purpose stop of pressing his gun against your pussy, another frustrated whine came out of you. You were so close to cumming and he took it away just again. “Leon, stop fucking edging me.”

“Calm down. This is the final lesson.” Leon said, shifting on his knees to get a better view of your pussy against his gun. “Keep your finger off the trigger until your sights on the intended target.” Confusion laced on your face and a small smirk tugged on his lips. “My fingers won’t be on the trigger which means I won’t please you with my gun, you’re going to have to ride my gun if you want to cum, rookie.” 

Oh, how you hated Leon at times. He just wanted a show. But if that meant you could finally come and he can fuck you then you had to agree. “Fine.” You grumbled, flexing your fingers around the leather chair to upright your position and hovered your pussy against the muzzle. 

“Not too much riding, rookie.” Leon reminded you. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

You nodded and took a deep breath. His thumb circled around your clit again just so you could flutter and could ride the gun easier. Lowering yourself on the gun, a sharp breath came out of you. “There you go. You can do it.” He encouraged you in a soft tone that made your stomach flutter.

You were more nervous than you realized. With his encouragement, you began to ride his gun. Never going too low or hard as Leon watched you from behind intently making sure you weren’t taking more than you can handle. Finally, the stimulation was coming back and the creaking of the chair filled the office each time you picked up the pace.

Your knees were burning from bouncing on the requiem gun but you didn’t care. This is what you thought about for a very long time. Praises of encouragement were coming from Leon that made you impossibly wetter.

The metal scraped just barely in the inner walls as pearlescent juices were glistening down the sides of the gun. His eyes stared at the gun, almost jealous that all of those juices were being coated on the metal rather than on him. He couldn’t stand it. His tongue flattened against the metal where it was wet the most.

A rumble of a groan escaped his lips from the cold metal hitting against his tongue sending shivers down his spine. But moreso, the taste of the wet metal of your familiar wetness on his tastebuds was too much. He almost wanted to cum inside of his boxers. 

The sounds of licking filled your ears. You almost wondered what that was until you realized Leon was licking his gun obscenely just to have a taste of you. A soft laugh came out of you. “I knew you would enjoy this.” 

He hummed. “I’m enjoying this too much.” He mumbled against the metal.

The thought of your husband enjoying watching you ride his gun and tasting the gun made the coil in your stomach tightened. Thighs quivered and knees dug harder into the chair. You were on the verge of cumming and Leon noticed the familiar sight. “Come on, rookie. Cum on my gun and show me what you learned.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your body seized in your spot and a ripple of a moan came out of you. The relief of finally cumming washed over you as the wetness seeped out harsh out of your cunt trickling down around the muzzle down to the handle. 

His lips pressed against the ass cheek flesh muttering soft praises about how well you did for him and how much of a good girl you were for taking his gun. You slumped over the chair and his thumb languidly came to a stop not wanting to over stimulate you at the moment. 

“You okay?”

A hum of exhaustion came over you. 

“Good.” The feeling of his gun pulling away from you sopping hole leaving you empty while wetness stained your inner thighs. You were about to ask what he was doing but the sounds of a belt clattering onto the ground with a deafening loud clink! 

He grunted from standing up again after being on his knees for a while. Leon couldn’t wait to be inside of you with how hastily he opened the button of his pants and shoved the material of his jeans and boxers just beneath his ass. The cold feeling of his office air brushed against the straining erection that he hissed. 

It didn’t help the volumes of precum slide down the underside of his cock making him twitch needily. Anticipation filled you hearing the sounds of slick-slick-slick filling the space, he was touching himself. Low grunts escaped his lips before the sound of walking came to the right of you. 

You looked up to see Leon towering over you. His head tilted down with loose strands of hair falling over his head as his eyes were half-lidded with desire. “You wanna show me what you learned?” Leon gruffly asked you. “Show me with your mouth what you learned then if it’s adequate enough, I’ll fuck you properly.” 

“Promise?”

Leon smiled softly. “I don’t back out on my vows.”

You bit your lower lip at that. He wasn’t wrong. It was only fair when he treated you so well for the past hour. Leon brought his hand against the back of your neck gently pulling you forward against the chair on level with his cock while his other hand holding his gun pressed against the column of your throat.

“Open wide, rookie.” Leon taunted, bringing the wet, cold muzzle just beneath your chin forcing your mouth open. The chair creaked when you were pulled close to his cockhead, he groaned when your breath fanned but then he really let out a spluttering noise when your tongue darted out to capture the weeping slit.

A moan rumbled around his flesh from the salty taste flooding your mouth. It had been too long since you tasted your husband. The same feral obsession took over you and your lips wrapped around his cock immediately, twirling your tongue obscenely around him. 

Leon threw his head back and shut his eyes from the sensation. “Fuck, you’re making me feel so good.” He almost dropped the gun from feeling your hot mouth on him but his fingers flexed bringing the muzzle down your throat. He couldn’t stand another minute of just feeling your tongue twirling around his tip, he shifted his hips forward forcing you to take more down your throat.

“Mrph-” A splutter came out your muffled mouth that he can only groan louder. The feeling of cold metal pressed teasingly against your throat right where his cock was made your fingers dig crescent moons on the leather chair. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Leon’s voice rumbles out, tracing the requiem where the bulge was prominent on your skin. “Feel that, rookie? You learn well from my gun techniques. Let’s see how much you remembered.” 

His cock began sliding across your lips. He loved the way they stretched as your eyes fluttered. “First lesson, always keep the gun in a safe direction.” He tapped his cock mockingly inside of your mouth. “Second lesson, always be sure of your target and,” he thrusted forward letting out a shuddering breath, “and what’s behind it.” 

“Third lesson,” He grunted, tightening his fingers on the back of your neck to pull you back and forward, back and forward, “Treat guns as if they’re always loaded.” 

“Fourth and final lesson-” Leon pushed his cock all the way down your throat that your nose brushed against his pubic hairs. He admires the way your mouth leaves glittering glazes of spit dripping down his flesh to his balls. “-Keep your finger off the trigger until your sights on the intended target.” 

Fingers flexed around your neck and as if he agonizing himself not fucking your throat properly, his hips were moving forward. The sight in front of him made his slit weep more precum down your throat. Bent over the office chair with your face hanging out taking his cock so well. Red lipstick that was smeared from earlier that left faint brandings on his cock as the gun kept pressing against the bulge. 

He almost wanted to cum at the sight. Almost. 

With herculean effort, his cock dragged slowly out of your mouth to watch the saliva trace down his flesh until he was fully out. Connection saliva was from your mouth and his cockhead until it snapped from a small movement of your head, falling down your chin. His eyes dilated at that sight and he moved his hand from the back of your neck towards your chin, wiping his thumb against the flesh. 

“Was that adequate enough for you to fuck me, Leon?” You questioned. 

“Adqueate enough?” Leon scoffed in disbelief. “Honey, I wanted to shoot my load down your throat. But there’s always later. You deserve a reward.” 

Excitement filled you from his words. His thumb captures the mixture of essence off your chin before bringing it to his mouth, tasting himself and you. He smirked against his lips seeing the way your eyes darkened at the sight.

“Hmm, we taste so good.” Leon let out a deep chuckle from the way you were watching him walk away from you going behind you once again. He looped one of his thick, beefy biceps around your waist to keep you in place and forced you to spread out more on the leather chair. 

He let out a low whistle from how much wetter you got from sucking him off. “Such a pretty sight. . .I need to be inside you, now.” There was nothing stopping him. He was tired of foreplay. He was tired of waiting. He needed you immensely. 

His cock pressed against your folds and dragged between the fat of them capturing essence around the flesh to lubricate himself. Leon let out a shaky breath and brought his black compressed shirt towards his mouth, sinking his teeth between the material. 

He was going to need it for the noises he was going to make. His beefy bicep flexed around your stomach to feel where he’s going to be hitting with his cock. “S-stop teasing, Leon. You already know far it’s going to be in me.” 

Leon grunted against the material and he couldn’t help but smirk. He trained you so much to take his cock that you already knew how far he can reach inside of you. That information left him feral and his pinikish tip smooches at your wet entrance this time instead of teasing.

He lurches his hips backwards and then without warning, you’re being stuffed deep in your tight cunt. The first ring of muscle was easy to get through since he made you cum earlier on his gun. He almost faltered from the first ring and his teeth bit harder against his black compressed shirt muffling his loud groan.

He would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t in the best pussy he ever felt. “Come on, baby, open up for me. You were able to take the requiem, you can take my cock as you always do.” He mumbled against the fabric, tapping your ass cheek with his gun.

Your walls fluttered around him for a moment before you were able to relax, moaning from Leon being inside of you once again. The metal dragged to your spine teasingly pushing it underneath the bra strap to keep you still. 

“It’s been two weeks since I had you.” You complained, looking over your shoulder with a small pout.

“Awe, my poor baby.” The side of the gun tapped mockingly against your skin. “You can handle it.” His swollen, aching cock rammed inside of you filling every ounce of space. Snug and tight just the way he remembered. His eyes rolled back, taking more fabric inside his mouth that the material lifted over his abs. “Holy fuck, I can’t believe I’ve been gone from this for so long.” 

Leon didn’t want to wait. He couldn’t wait.

His hips began to immediately jackhammer against the plush your ass forcing his cock to stay buried deep inside of you refusing to let you not feel an inch of him. Wet plap-plap-plap filled the office spaces as creamy pearlescent globs of your wetness plop down towards his balls.  

“Oh my god, I can feel you deep inside of me.” You cried out.

His bicep flexed around your stomach and you weren’t lying. His bulge was prominent beneath his bicep. The revelation of that made him all the more animalistic that he suddenly pressed his weight onto your back. Chest to back, his gun moved towards your lips forcing you to make out with it as he fucked you from behind. 

“Yeah? You like when I’m deep inside of you, baby?” He questioned, bringing his nose against the crown of your head to inhale your scent deeply. His cock throbbed inside of you while you nodded dumbly, trying to move back against him but he wasn’t having it. 

His chest pressed more against your back, forcing the chair to stay against the desk. The ratting of the chair hitting the desk hard as the sounds of your loud moans were a dream. It was definitely worth almost dying just to have this to be his welcome home present. 

“Nngh, Leon, I’m still sensitive from earlier.” 

Leon cocked his head to the side to rest his chin against your shoulder. “Oh? So you’re saying that you can’t handle this? It’s not fair that you can ride my gun but you can’t handle my cock.” 

“B-because your cock is actually inside of me.” You replied in an annoyed breathless tone. 

Leon let go of his teeth around the material of his black compressed shirt just to lean down to bite your shoulder making you yelp. “So, now you’re complaining? You’re the one who,” another particular hard thrust to illicit another moan out of you, “wore this pretty black set knowing it drives me fucking crazy.” 

“You’re the one who told me your fantasies of being fucked by my gun.” Leon mumbled against your skin, pressing insistent kisses against your flesh making his way against the side of your neck. “You told me this is my welcome home present. And I’m going to do whatever I want with my present.” 

His lips latched onto your skin sucking needily against it. Whines escaped you as your gooey cunt was molding around to the shape of his dick sucking up every inch of him. He took the opportunity of your open mouth to press the muzzle flat against your tongue.

The taste of your cum had dried on the cold metal. You rolled your eyes at the taste and traced your tongue along the metal. The coil tightened in your stomach from how close you were from cumming once again, earlier than he was.

Leon tilted his head to the side with a small pop of letting go of your flesh. “Already going to cum?” He mocked. You nodded and he sighed. “Okay, fine, go ahead.”

Stars burst behind your eyes from the white hot flash filling your entire being. You almost slumped over from cumming hard over his cock if it weren’t for his bicep holding against your waist. 

Leon groaned against your shoulder, each pulsing wall clenched and how much louder the obscene squelching filled the office space. “Such a good girl giving me what I want.” He kissed your skin. “My pretty wife.” 

Leon almost fell over you from how hard his thrust were and the chair obviously couldn’t keep up with him. His eyes narrowed at the chair as if it personally offended him. Maybe it did. “I need a new chair. I can’t fuck you like this.” 

“What?-” A gasp escaped your lips from being pulled up in the air as the sound of the chair being pushed harshly away from you both with a thwack! Hitting against the nearest object. His bicep held you against his chest before he bent you over the desk.

The cold wooden desk squished against your tits. His bicep left your waist and found its way around your neck, practically putting you in a headlock. Muscles engulfed around the side of your face. Dizziness filled you as his cock was still in you while he moved you.

The weight of his muscular chest pressing completely on top of your back forcing you to stay on his desk. Leon couldn’t stand the distance when he fucked you and often laid his entire body on you just feel you. And god, he wished he took his shirt off to feel your skin against his but he was too much in a pussy drunk daze to do it.

“There, that’s better.” Leon mumbled against your ear. “Feel comfortable?”

“I have a two hundred pound of pure muscle on me.” You deadpanned. “How do you think I feel?”

A breath of amusement fanned against your ear as he placed a small kiss against the curve of your cheek. “You won’t be complaining about the weight soon, sweetheart.” His cock plunged deeper inside of you. A whimper escaped your mouth from the overstimulation of already cumming. Your sopping cunt fluttered around him demanding more. “See? Your pussy knows what it wants and don’t worry, I’ll give it to her.” 

Leon wasted no time to jack hammer into you again. The desk rattled beneath from the harsh movements that you were might break this time. You felt dizzy His biceps flexing against your throat while his groans were unadulterated and filthy against your ear. He loved talking you through each thrust, praising you once again roughly in your ear.

Your hands reached up to hold onto his bicep to ground yourself from the intense pleasure shooting through you again. Tears brimmed the corner of your eyes but what set you off was the cold metal pressing down between your legs against your clit once again. A cry shot out of you, “n-no more, Leon, I can’t-”

“Ssh, you can.” Leon mumbled. Throbbing filled every single inch of your walls, he was close and you can tell from the way his hips were faltering for a moment. His breaths were short and sharp. “I know my wife can give me another one. Please, I need to feel you soaking me again.” 

Fat tears escaped your eyes hitting down onto the desk as broken sobs came out of your lips. The wave of pleasure filled you once again, thrashing beneath him but he wouldn’t let you escape. His biceps tightened around your neck and his chest pressed harder against your back trapping you effectively. 

“Come on, show me what you learned today.” Leon murmured, pressing the requiem flat against your clit and you had no choice but to cum once again. He whined at the fluttering of your cunt and the gooey essence. “Oh, thank you, baby.” 

Yeah, he definitely was about to cum because he got all whiny towards the end of it. His hips faltered more as his lips pressed multiple kisses against the corner of your eyes. “M’gonna cum in you. Please, let me cum in you this time.” He whined against your skin. A tired nod came out of you and he rolled his eyes, thanking you profusely. 

With a final burst, his hips stuttered to a complete stop and came inside of your greedy cunt. Walls fluttered around his stuffed cock gobbling up all the white ropes of seed emptying out – sheer volumes of two weeks worth of cum painting your insides. He definitely was satisfied with the gun technique lesson he’d given you.

His body slumped over yours to calm himself. Heavy breaths and pants filled his office from both of you. It took a few moments to collect himself before pulling himself to hover over your back. “You okay?” He asked softly now.

“Mhm-hmm.”

“Words, sweetheart.” Leon murmured, placing the requiem gun on the desk next to you. The faint traces of your wetness made him proud that he decided to go with your little fantasy. “You know I like hearing you say you’re okay.” 

“M’okay.” You replied, laying your cheek against his bicep to look at him in the corner of your eye. “I’m tired now.” 

Leon smiled softly and placed a small kiss to the side of your forehead. “Well, what did you expect when I came here to see my pretty wife after so long? I wasn’t going to hold back, you know. . .” Leon paused with a head cock. “Did you enjoy being fucked by my gun?”

“Yes.”

“Better than being fucked by me?” Leon grumbled.

Was he really jealous at the thought of his gun fucking you bettert than him? “Yes.” His eyes narrowed down at you and you rolled your eyes playfully. “Obviously not, old man.” 

“Good.” Leon said with the tiniest satisfaction in his tone. “Nothing can be better than me.” Of course, he was going to be cocky about himself fucking you. His cock pulled out of you slowly as he inhaled sharply seeing the traces of cum on his flesh leaving streaks.

His eyes narrowed once his cock was fully out and cum began seeping down onto the ground. It was wasteful so he brought his fingers to the essence and forced it back inside. You twitched and glared at him but he just shrugged and grinned. “Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I adopted a daughter.”

“Another one?” You questioned with a sigh and finally, his fingers left your cunt. Finally he thought you deserved a break. “I thought Sherry was enough. . .well who is she?”

“Grace Ashcroft, we’re meeting her for dinner next week.” 

“Leon, you can’t adopt an adult woman.” 

“Well, I  did. And I told her all about you.” Leon tapped your ass cheek affectionately. “Let’s go home so tell you what happened. But, did you learn all the proper gun techniques from today?”

“Mhm-hmm.” You lazily gave him a thumbs up.

Leon rolled his eyes from your exhausted state and felt pride wash over him. “Good.”

The adrenaline was gone and now, all he wanted to do was pour his heart out and give you the best aftercare.  Because finally, Leon had a home to come to and he can finally breathe again.

At first I hated this fic but then once I got into the flow state, I was just writing feral lmao.

[leonskluv]

love ur writing!!!!!! need more

Thank you 😭 I currently have some fics to write but I have no motivation. Smut takes so long to write out especially when it involves guns! I'm trying y'all to get more out, I just also dont know what to write. 😔

[leonskluv]

Rookie agents are the worst

| Leon has to train the new rookie and she's unbelievably annoying [ SMAU PT. 1 ] |

Warnings: annoying [ reader ], annoyed and grumpy Leon

Notes: a suprise post for my birthday! I'm thinking of making this a little mini series with added full written out scenarios. Lmk if I should do more of these or should I do my wife hates me universe text series of this too?

[leonskluv]

BABE PLSPLPLSSSS I BEG U PLS GIVE A SEQUEL TO LEON BRAT TAMING HIS WIFEEE😭😭 i want this man to be DESPERATE for wifey! like when they got the biggest fight EVER and she does her shit again and he goes crazy cuz this ain’t like the other arguments

My wife disappeared, therefore, I'm going to kill everyone

Summary; Leon truly believed that the worst was over with your outburst until a huge argument broke between the two of you and now, you’re missing; and Leon is going bat shit crazy trying to find you.

Warnings: Jealous Leon once again. Arguments. Slight angst. Happy ending. Stalkerish and insane Leon once again. Both sides are just lowkey crazy lmao. [ can't you tell I live in a mexican-american household from how I write reader ] Grace and emily!! Desperate Leon once again. Dramatic and overreacting Leon ofc.

Note: also it's my birthday!! So birthday post special!

8k+ words

╰┈➤ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [ You are here now ]

Leon had taken days off work more often and took less missions off once he found out you were pregnant. And his days were filled with buying baby stuff – six months of continuously buying double of everything because the ultrasound tech had told them that twins were inside of you; more specifically twin girls. 

The house had more than enough room to add two more Kennedy family members. And Leon worked vigorously through making the girl’s room perfect for their arrival. But the problem arose because Leon might be a little. . .eager to protect you. Contrary, worse now that you’re pregnant. It was suffocating to have Leon add in extra security cameras to watch your every move when he wasn’t home. 

The minute you step outside, immediately Leon texts you: Where are you going? Can I come? 

Which you always reply: No, Leon. Stop being a loser and stay at work. I’ll be fine.

And Leon always replies: I don’t want to be at work >:( too late anyways, I’m on the way

Couldn’t you go get a wax session done in peace? No, you couldn’t go anywhere in peace because Leon was determined to track your every single move. He sent Grace with you everywhere and if it wasn’t Grace then it was Sherry or if it wasn’t Sherry then it was another close friend. 

Not a moment alone was spent without a companion and if no one could come see you? Well, Leon figured out other ways to track your every move. One day, you thought you were alone going to the movies just to have a moment to breathe without someone being around you. You were going insane from constantly having someone around you. 

So you made the plan to hack into the security systems and it worked. You truly believed it worked. You snuck in your favorite food in the movies and indulge in overpriced candies at the movies with a big, beaming smile finding your seat until you noticed someone sitting in your seat wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses; for a second you thought it might have been a mass shooter starting with the wrong bitch today.

“Hey, you’re in my seat.” Then the man tilted his head up as pulled down his glasses with his pointer finger. Your mouth dropped to see your husband sitting in your seat with a cheeky expression. “What the fuck, Leon?” You hissed angrily. “And why are you in my seat, find your own! Wait, that’s not the point, why are you here? I thought you were heading to D.C. for a meeting?”

“I was.” Leon agreed, pulling his glasses off his nose and folded them into his coat pocket. “But then I got a notification that the security system got hacked. I had Sherry figure out who done it because I thought you were being kidnapped just to find out my lovely wife had disabled our security system. Luckily, I have a tracker on you.” 

You blinked and stared at your husband. Many people wanted to believe Leon was sane; he really wasn’t. Not when it comes to relationships; people can argue that he would be nonchalant in a relationship because of how he presents himself to be. That wasn’t the case. The reality was that Leon couldn’t cope with the thought of losing one of his sources of happiness and would go the terrifying lengths to make sure you wouldn’t be taken away from him.

In short, Leon was a fucking stalker and insane when it came to you. 

“A tracker?” You asked, incredulously with wide eyes and began patting yourself all over your round belly and the places you could reach. “I didn’t feel you put a tracker on me. When the hell did you do that?”

“The day after you told me you were pregnant.” Leon replied with a lazy shrug as if putting a tracker on his wife wasn’t a big deal to him. “And I’m not telling you where they’re at.”

“Oh, so you’re a stalker.” 

“No, I’m a husband. There’s a difference.” Leon pointed out with a smile. 

“A fancy word for stalker then.” You deadpanned and sighed deeply. “Leon, can’t I go anywhere alone just for a few hours? I’m not alone at work. I’m not alone at home. I’m not even alone in the fucking bathroom! Who are your OPs that you keep me in a cage?” 

“OPs? Honey, you need to get off social media.” Leon clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, getting more comfortable in the seat you paid for. Which you paid with money because you didn’t want him finding out about this little secret outing yet he did anyway. “You already know who my enemies are. I have too many and making sure you’re safe is my number one priority.” Sincerity laced in his tone and there was always that undercut of anxiety bundled up with fear. 

You clenched your jaw. You understood his anxiety, you really did. If he were a normal person with a normal job without the trauma of Raccoon City; you would have smacked the shit out of him and put some sense into him for his behavior. But Leon wasn’t normal. You suffered with him through Raccoon City and he had taken the deal with the government so they wouldn’t turn you into a pawn.

Leon had seen and been through more things than you could dream of. That’s why you took the FSO route to aid him in some missions. But the agitation you felt from being suffocated by this overbearing protective behavior was on the brink of making you snap. He thought almost getting hit with your red Porsche was bad? If he kept pushing, something else might happen.

You settled next to him on the movie recliner before you raised your voice at him and tried to give a gentle smile. “Leon, last week, I saw you following me in the grocery store with the same cap and sunglasses. Terrible disguise by the way.”

“It worked for Steve Rogers.” Leon retorted, plucking a candy box out of your hand. “And the two events are unrelated, I happened to be at the store when you were.”

“That's because he's Captain America. You're just a loser.” You retorted and he rolled his eyes at that comment. You took a deep breath from his sarcasm. He was testing your patience right now. “This is getting out of hand. I understand your fear for the three of us but remember, I can take care of myself, Leon. I was able to survive Raccoon City and if someone tried to kidnap me or harm me, I know how to take care of myself.” 

You hoped your words were going to get through his thick, stubborn skull. That he still saw you as the twenty year old girl in Raccoon City that helped him with clearing out the RPD station with him and Claire. Defeating the tyrant in the fedora hat. A small insecurity crept up that perhaps maybe he didn’t, he just saw you as what you feared that women fall into; a weak, pregnant woman who only value now is just being a mother. 

“But I can’t take the chance.” Leon said, clenching his hand around the candy box with tension before letting his fingers relax around them. “You’re not in any position to kick anyone’s ass. You waddle when you walk, sweetheart. I’m just doing what is necessary. . .believe me.”

You wanted to argue. Because he’s right, you couldn’t kick anyone’s ass but you knew how to handle a gun. You had your wits with you. There was a reason you worked with the FSO department and he kept treating you like a child. Your lips fell open to say something but Leon placed his finger on his lips and pointed at the screen. A huff escaped your lips. 

So much for alone time.

You were back terrorizing Leon. Now, Leon being a dumb man; he didn’t realize what he has been doing wrong this time. It started with small stuff like you rearranging his guns ( he liked it a specific way and he hated when his things were out of order ), purposefully sending him to the store with the most ridiculous list that took him forever ( he had a sneaking suspicion you were doing that on purpose to get him away from you but the cameras were there for a reason ), and each time was a new scheme. 

Avoiding his kisses ( he pouted at that ). Locked the bathroom door when it was shower time ( he never missed a day of taking a shower with you and you so rudely locked him out when it was. He sulked the entire day. ) It was something different each time. 

He didn’t think you could get worse as you got pregnant. Leon believed that the brat taming session might have calmed you down for a while. He was wrong.

The next incident that occurred, a huge argument broke out between Leon and you. He didn’t see the frustration within you that was building up the last couple months with his behavior. He thought he had to tolerate your outbursts and how often you took away his Porsche when he was acting up or locked him out of the bedroom but, no, genuinely; Leon believed that a divorce might have happened. 

You were on your shit again. Somehow you were sneakier with hacking into the system and found some of the trackers he had placed in your purse and car. Then you disappeared without saying anything. The day started like this: Leon was at work overseeing some training since he didn’t feel like going on extensive missions; he trusted the newer agents to handle them because he only wanted to be bothered if there was an actual world ending event.

Luckily, nothing has happened yet since Rhodes Hill and the return of Raccoon City. And at least now, he was able to breathe a bit but felt a little bored training the newbies since he was used to constant danger. And he also didn’t have to deal with Carmilla since she purposefully avoided him along with Xavier. 

Good. He always laughed behind his breath whenever he saw either of them quickly turn the moment they locked eyes with him. He had been keeping extra attention on Xavier just in case he tried anything with you. ( Your assets filled out more and each outfit you were growing out of which the fabric was tight around your ass and tits. Leon couldn’t count the amount of times he almost snapped seeing a man staring at you around the building.) 

He hated the ugly, tightening feeling in his chest from jealousy whenever other men noticed you. He knew you were gorgeous ever since the two of you were teens but he could never control the ugly green monster inside of him. Leon decided to take a heavy breath from those thoughts and take his phone out while a newbie was using the shooting range. 

He lazily leaned against the wall and opened his personal phone to check the security cameras. It was his most used app at this point with every thirty minutes to an hour he checked just to see if you were okay. He thought it was going to find you napping on the couch as you normally did around this time ( he pulled connections to have an earlier maternity leave for you with pay) but he was met with a black screen. 

He freshed the app and there it was again. Leon inhaled deeply through his breath and pulled up the other app; the tracking app. Yet, the signal was lost. His heart began to race rapidly and yet his face remained neutral as it always did whenever he was scared. It became like second nature to him to pretend he was calm when he was freaking out. 

Oh my god, she got kidnapped, Leon thought. No, someone must have killed her in the house and is rearranging her guts all over the walls to write a message to me. Each thought was worse and more bizarre than the last. It was a little embarrassing that a 49 year old man was going slowly crazy inside over his grown wife probably out somewhere. 

But the issue wasn’t you going out. Leon wouldn’t have cared when you weren’t pregnant because he knew you could take care of yourself. But being pregnant left you vulnerable to everything. He couldn’t imagine losing you and his unborn twin girls inside of you. He just started feeling hope again after being cured that he couldn’t allow it to be ripped away from him again. 

Leon inhaled deeply through his nose again and started texting you. You normally replied fast from always being on your phone recently but nothing came. He waited five minutes, then ten minutes, fifteen minutes and then twenty minutes. 

Leon is a well, respected agent. He has over thirty years of experience. Each life threatening situation he has been through was expertly done with professionalism and calmness. He was able to make witty jokes through every scenario to ease his nerves when they came. 

So as a respectable DSO agent, Leon reacted calmly. 

Leon: PICK UP YOUR PHONE! 

Leon: Don’t tell me you’re dead.

Leon: I swear if I find your guts all over the house I’m killing myself just to find you and haunt your ass. 

Leon: Sweetheart, why aren’t you answering me? Please, text me back. 

Leon reacted well, he thought. He reacted so well that began messaging Sherry and told her to put in a report that you were missing. To track you through the traffic cameras. To hack into your phone. To send in DSO to find your last whereabouts! He didn’t even hear the gunshots ringing through the shooting range anymore.

He must have sent at least ten messages to Sherry within the last two minutes which she left him on read. Leon wanted to throw up and yet his voice came out flatter than it’s ever been, “training is done for today. You’re dismissed.” He said to the rookie before booking it out of the shooting range and called Sherry who had a day off for once but that didn’t matter when he needed her help and Hunnigan happened to be on vacation too. 

His fingers gripped on his phone about to call Sherry when a notification popped up on his phone. His brows furrowed and he slowed down his pacing through the office, he didn’t realize that poor agents, secretaries and other co-workers were jumping out of his way from the look on his face and how he was barreling down the hallway. “Grace?” He mumbled. 

His thumb pressed on the notification and Grace had sent him a message. 

Grace: Hey, Leon! Sherry called me and asked me if your wife was with me and she is :) she took me and emily out for ice cream but she forgot to charge her phone before we left

Grace: Oh, she says her phone is done charging if you want to call her

Anger and relief shag onto his shoulders. It’s not like you needed to tell him who you hung out with but to go as far as to hack the security system again and purposefully take out the trackers? He was seconds away from throwing up and then going full Liam Nelson to find you. 

Leon: Thanks, I am going to call my wife.

Leon quickly went to your contact and went inside an empty room to talk to you. He was sure the conversation wasn’t going to be pretty. And boy, it was not once you answered the phone. Immediately Leon began to interrogate you asking why you hacked the systems again and why you didn’t charge your phone. 

A scoff came out from the other side of the phone. “I’m doing what you asked of me. Be with someone because you’re too fucking paranoid to let me do anything on my own. . .sorry Emily, honey, cover your ears.” 

“You know why I’m paranoid.” Leon grumbled through clenched teeth. “I don’t care if you’re with someone especially Grace and Emily but disappearing on me? Sweetheart, I thought you got kidnapped and killed.”

“I trust if that happens, you would seek justice for me.” You said dismissively but that only pissed Leon off. He never felt this much anxiety surrounding you but the thought of the three most important dying because you didn’t want to tell him you were going with Grace set him off. “You’ve been suffocating me for the last couple months with your endless paranoia, Leon. I’m sorry I didn’t update you on my whereabouts one day without you monitoring my life.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?” Leon said through the phone, flexing his fingers tighter around it. Now an argument really broke out going back and forth that he was becoming more and more furious that the words spilled out of him before he stopped them. 

“Because of your negligence and stubbornness, I wouldn’t be surprised if you got yourself and our children killed!” He immediately regretted it as soon as it had slipped and he heard a soft, sharp hitch coming from the other side of the phone. He messed up saying that to you especially when you’re six months pregnant and extremely emotional. He let his fear take over him.

Leon softly called your name out into the phone. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, please I didn’t mean that.” His voice begged into the phone; god he seemed pathetic if anyone heard him but he didn’t care – he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings which he knew you did from how deathly quiet you were on the other side of the phone. “I’m sorry. . . can you please say something?”

“. . .I hope you have a good day at work.” You mumbled into the phone and hung up. 

Leon stared at the wall for a long minute before shakily pulling his phone away from his ear. His heart began racing once again so fast that he heard it pounding in his ears. “What the fuck did I just do?” He muttered to himself and fell to the nearest chair to cover his face with his hands. 

An argument like this hasn’t in a long time. Not since Colorado when he had been drinking himself to death and that time, he was scared that you would divorce him for turning into a person he wasn’t. Leon clearly remembered how you told him you wanted to take a break from each other.

That snapped him out of his alcoholism and Chris helped him become better again once Glenn Arias was dealt with. Never again did he want to feel as if you were going to divorce him.

 Now, Leon couldn’t react calmly. His thoughts were going all over the place yet they kept landing on how you were going to divorce him. For a moment, Leon felt his eyes sting and then took a shaky breath. No matter how times you both drove each other nuts, he wouldn’t accept divorce. 

He took out his phone and began messaging you.

Leon: Sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it

Read at 1: 34 pm

Leon: Please believe me, I just worry about you

Read at 1: 34 pm

Leon: Use my credit card and buy whatever you want. If you want another Porsche, I don’t care

Leon: Get three if you want, all the colors you want. Just please respond to me

Read at 1; 36 pm

Desperation started to take over him and the silent treatment was killing him more than Raccoon City Syndrome. His thumb hovered over the call button but he sighed and shut his phone off. For once, Leon was going to allow you to breathe and give you space. Because you were right, he had been acting like a stalker.

Leon was embarrassed to admit that. He had been following you around from a distance when you would go places to assess the situation to see if there was any threats around. He placed trackers on you and your phone. He made his friends go everywhere with you when he couldn’t. Shown up to places that didn’t require him to be at. He feared he unknowingly became a controlling husband.

Not in an abusive way. But Leon was terrified that in a way he became his father when all he wanted to do was make sure no one would hurt you. 

Yet he hurt you with his words. Leon was already planning his funeral for hurting your feelings. At his gravestone, it would say death by being a dumbass husband.

Leon leaned back on the creaky office chair and stared at the ceiling with a frustrated sigh. How was he going to make this up to you? 

You harshly began poking at your ice cream with the spoon as if you were murdering it. Grace stared at the scene with pinched brows and glanced at Emily who put her hands down after both witnessed a rather awkward phone fight. “A-are you okay?” Grace questioned. She almost felt like she was watching her parents fight if she had both parents in her life.

“I’m totally okay!” Your voice went high which Grace found that was when you would lie as you stabbed the ice cream harder. “Does it not seem like I’m not okay? I feel okay, are you okay?” 

“Uh. . .I’m actually not sure.” Grace muttered and gently pulled the ice cream cup away from you as she called your name out. “If you need to talk about it, I’m here.”

Your eyes softened and glanced between the two girls sitting across from you. You didn’t want to ruin this time with them with the hurt and frustration you felt from Leon. You’ve grown rather attached to Grace and Emily, and some way; they were like practice daughters before you had your twins coming out. “I know, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“You and Leon usually seem really happy. I-I know he told me how you like to. . .terrorize him at times which Sherry said he likes that,” Grace made a face and sighed heavily, “But you’re not. . .you’re not considering a divorce because of the argument, right?” She wasn’t sure what she would do if she saw the closest people to her that resemble something of parental figures splitting up. 

“I should.” Grace took a deep breath and then you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes. “That was a joke. I sometimes forget you’re not used to my flat tone. No, honey, I’m not going to divorce Leon. I’m just. . .hurt right now.” 

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Grace replied. She didn’t mean to pry or listen but the ice cream parlor was practically dead and the loud voices coming from the phone made it hard to pretend to not hear the argument. “We both know Leon is. . .intense and he just cares a lot.” 

“Yeah, I know.” You agreed and placed a hand on your bump absentmindedly. “But he’s just been too intense lately.” And you began explaining the incidents that Leon had done so far during the pregnancy. How it drove you crazy and what you did in return from the days he pissed you off; Grace listened. 

“Sounds like a match made in heaven.” Grace replied in a small joke herself which made you smile seeing how she was getting yours and Leon’s sarcasm. “Have you both talked about this with each other?”

“Briefly. But he gives me the same answer.” 

Which was how he was scared his enemies might come and kill you. 

“I think it’s easier if you both actually talked to each other about what’s on your mind about the pregnancy.” Grace replied.

Before you could reply, Emily spoke up, “maybe you’re both scared about the pregnancy because it’s something new.”

Emily's words struck you. Maybe that’s what it has been; just anxiety that was bubbling inside of you for a long time. The dynamic between you and Leon would change once the twins came; you were so used to the routine that you had with him since you were teens that you were bottling up the fear that came with pregnancy. And Leon must have been feeling the same way. He was dealing with it in his way in the only way he knew how.

Being overprotective and using his sources to protect you. 

“I think you might be right, Emily. But,” You fished out your wallet from your purse and pulled out a credit card more specifically Leon’s credit card, “I think before I talk to Leon about my feelings I’m going to do a little retail therapy. So whatever you girls want, I’ll get it for you.” 

“Won’t Leon find out?” Grace questioned with a frown.

A mischievous smirk tugged on your lips. “I hope so.” 

Leon was on a spiral as he moved into the breakroom to drink some coffee laced with whiskey, he needed it after what he said to you. It took everything in his power to not call or text you and give you the space that you deserved. He watched the bank transactions from each purchase you made at the mall. 

Good. Financially ruin him, Leon didn’t care. He deserved it. 

He had his own ideas on how he could make up for his misdeeds. He began ordering from the local flower shop every and any flower he could (he spent over eight hundred dollars on flowers alone.) He was ordering from different restaurants that you loved and put a specific delivery time to the house. 

He went online and began looking for more cars; any car really but he thought that was dumb because you didn’t need another car. So, instead he was looking at stores with your favorite things and he kept adding to the cart; and adding, and adding. 

Leon felt like a mad man just buying anything and everything for when you came home. As he was going over everything he was going to buy you, he was practicing the apology he was going to say when he saw you. Until once again, an agitating grating voice filled the breakroom. 

“Mr. Kennedy, look a little down for someone with such a good reputation.”

Ugh, him, Leon thought and peered up from his phone to see Xavier hovering near him. He thought he scared the little fucker away but the bastard was persistent. Couldn’t Xavier tell Leon did not like him? 

“Reputation isn’t everything, kid.” Leon deadpanned. “Do you need something?” 

“I couldn’t help overhear your. . .conversation.” Xavier let out a laugh and Leon couldn’t help to narrow his eyes at him daring him to keep talking and he did anyway. “You really shouldn’t say hurtful things to a pregnant woman, you know?”

“Thanks for the advice, Captain Obvious.” Leon retorted. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? He thought, annoyed. He wasn’t looking for marriage advice from a twenty-six year old kid who didn’t know jack shit about being in a relationship. “I’ll be sure to write that down in my notebook next to the category of other useless information.”

Xavier let out a breath of amusement through his nose. “I don’t know how she deals with your shitty attitude. Honestly, I think your wife needs a real man to take care of her. Not some forty-nine year old washed up paranoid agent that doesn’t let his wife do anything. I mean, have you seen the misery on her face?”

“Watch it.” Leon’s voice rumbled, clutching his hand around his phone. He took three easy breaths trying to contain his anger – he already was full of anxiety and fear from what he had said to you and now Xavier wanted to push his buttons. And he was on the verge of fully snapping. 

“She’s a capable woman. You’re weighing her down, old man.” Xavier let out a chuckle and stepped a little closer to Leon almost daring him to do something. “I should know she’s a capable woman. I taught her some moves.”

Moves? Leon thought. He knew you wouldn’t cheat on him with this asshole but the mere thought that another man had trained you in self-defense especially Xavier made his blood run cold. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Leon questioned through clenched teeth. 

Remember to breathe. Just as your therapist taught you.

“Oh?” Xavier raised an eyebrow and an irritating smirk tugged on his lips. The revelation that Leon didn’t know this information brought joy out of him. “You didn’t know, Mr. Kennedy? A couple months back when it was just me and your wife alone in the building we went to the training grounds to. . .mess around. She asked me to teach her some moves and god, I knew I was hooked on her once I had her pressed down on the ground feeling those perfect tits of hers-”

Fuck breathing. Leon immediately shot up and his fist pressed against Xavier’s chest holding him against the edge of the table. “Say another word and you’re going to regret ever talking.” 

“We both know she deserves better than you.” 

Before Leon can swing his fist against Xavier’s face and beat the shit out of him for disrespecting you, his phone began ringing throughout the breakroom. He was going to ignore it until the blaring contact name of Grace was displayed on the screen.  The little fucker is lucky I don’t kill him now, Leon thought and as much it would bring him joy to kick his ass; this might be important.

With his other hand, his thumb answered the call and brought it to his ear while glaring down Xavier who seemed too smug for the situation they were in. “Grace? I’m in the middle of something.” He grumbled. 

“L-Leon. . “ Hesitance filled her voice on the other side as familiar stammers filled his ears. “I-I lost your wife.” 

Leon stared at Xavier for a long moment. Losing his wife can mean a lot of things. It could be a prank that you put Grace up to but Grace wasn’t someone who has gone along with it. And she definitely wasn’t a liar. His heart began pounding in his ears and his worst fear came true. 

You were kidnapped.

There was silence on the other side of the phone that Grace must have thought she lost connection until, “you WHAT!” This was the first time that Leon ever raised his voice at Grace or in general in a long time. He took a deep breath practically seeing how Grace would have flinched at that. “What do you mean you lost her? What happened, Grace?” He asked more calmly now.

“I-I don’t know! We were shopping around and I noticed someone talking to her. I-I thought it was someone she knew so I didn’t question it but then the next time I looked over, she’s gone!” Grace explained through the phone through shaky breaths. “I-I’m sorry, Leon. I know you trusted me to look after her and I failed you.” 

Leon pushed Xavier on the table harshly. The sound of him falling and the table toppling over him and his half-filled coffee spilling all over him should have satisfied him but it didn’t. His wife was missing. Someone had taken you. And he had a long list of enemies that could have done it. “You didn’t fail me.” His voice softly told her as he began jogging out of the breakroom through the building to get to his car. “You just get somewhere safe just in case they’re after you and Emily also. I will handle this.” 

He ended the call. Once again Leon tried to see if the cameras and tracking signal was back online but nothing. Leon immediately contacted Sherry instead, explaining the situation as he ran out to the garage ignoring how the other agents were looking at him and opened his trunk. Loads of weapons were encased in a black box, he used his thumb print to open it and began grabbing every weapon he could. 

Requiem gun. Pistols in different holsters. Extra ammo. Every single ammunition he can fit into his pockets. He was ready to kill whoever took you. 

“Who would want to take her?” Sherry questioned through the phone as the sounds of a keyboard clacking filled his ears while he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulders gearing up for a fight.

“I don’t know. And I don’t care. All I care about is where her location is and if she’s safe.” Leon stated harshly, cocking his gun back before placing it in his holster. There was silence on the phone and he closed the trunk of his car to get inside of his car. “Sherry?”

“It’s hard to track her when she disabled most of the trackers you put on her but I was able to find something.” Sherry said on the phone and his phone vibrated with what she had sent him. Leon closed the driver door and put bluetooth on so he could see what she had sent him. “It’s the only thing I can find.”

Leon saw a video of you getting into a red Ferrari with an unknown assailant. The person's face was covered with thick sunglasses covering most of their face ane wore a black long coat hiding any visible indicators that could give him information. 

He furrowed his brows at this because you didn’t seem scared but there were people around so maybe you were afraid the kidnapper might start harming people if you showed fear. “Can you run a background check on the plate?” 

“Already did. It seems like they have a penthouse with the same name registered as the car.” Sherry stated, sending the location. The name wasn't anyone he recognized but it must be under a fake name. “Do you need backup? I can come help.”

“No. I don’t want another person I care about getting hurt. I will contact you if I need more help. Make sure Grace and Emily find a safe location for now.” Leon ended the call and turned on his Porsche. He revved the engine as the location showed up on the screen in the car. Whoever had taken you was going to suffer immensely. He didn’t care who he had to kill to get you back. 

Leon immediately pulled out of the garage and began disobeying every traffic law there was. “Please be safe.” He muttered, gripping his hands on the steering wheel anxiously. He didn’t know what he would do if he lost you.

Leon arrived at the location as he stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind him. The building looked relatively new. It was odd because he was used to finding shitty abandoned buildings or buildings owned by big companies that had something more sinister in it. Not. . .an apartment complex here just near the outskirts of the same city he lived in.

It was suspicious and he was always suspicious of everything. Whatever. Leon was going to come rescue you one way or another. “Sherry, I arrived at the building.” He said into the earpiece. “Was there a layout of the building?”

“Sadly, no. Whoever owns the building is keeping it air tight.” Sherry replied with a heavy sigh. “So you’re on your own.”

“Great.” Leon shut off his earpiece. The registration said the penthouse was in the same name as the car. It sounded too easy but it was a place to start. He went inside of the building, holding his gun close to him but his brows furrowed more just seeing a regular doorman and attendant in the front. 

He didn’t trust the people who were leisurely talking. But perhaps they had some information to give him. “Hey.” 

“Oh, hello, sir.” The attendant greeted him with a little bow.

“I’m looking for a. . .friend. They live in the penthouse.” Leon said, vaguely tapping his finger against the trigger just in case the workers wanted to try anything.

“Certaintly and what is your name?” 

“Leon Kennedy. I’m sure they’re expecting me.” 

“One moment.” The attendant typed on their computer before grabbing the wired phone placing a call. Leon waited anxiously and annoyedly, glancing around to keep his surroundings and every possible exit just in case he needed to get out of there, and find another way to get you. “Mr. Kennedy? You can go ahead and go up to the penthouse.” 

Leon nodded, glancing wearily at them. “Thanks and sorry, I don’t have any bills on me to tip you.” He said sarcastically before giving them one last look as if he was daring them to try anything but they simply blinked at him confused before he walked towards the elevator, pressing the button. The elevators slid open and he slipped inside giving it a once over. 

Okay, this is too easy. Leon thought anxiously. There had to be a trap. No mission was ever easy, especially a rescue mission. Spain definitely wasn’t an easy mission to rescue the president’s daughter, he was sure he would have to go through the same thing with you. 

His fingers tapped anxiously against the trigger and the elevator stopped at the penthouse. Leon took a deep breath as the doors opened. His hand held up his gun in front of him as he stepped out. Oddly, there were no guards or anyone to come kill him.

No, just the sounds of classical music playing echoing into the hallway. Was this some way to torture you? Leon’s blood ran cold and his steps hurried as he was checking every corner before getting closer and closer to the source of the noise. 

The sounds of voices overlapped with the music now. There were two women’s voices. He can distinctly make out yours. A lump formed in his throat, you were alive at least. Leon pressed himself against the wall. You were just around the corner. He took some deep breaths before coming out of the corner pointing his gun towards the general direction.

Now, Leon has seen a lot of odd things in his life. He thought he would get use to being surprised with how long he’s been in the field. But never did he imagine this. “What the fuck?” Leon questioned.

There you were happily sitting on a bar counter poking into some cake with a mountain of shopping bags around you while the kidnapper was swirling a wine glass between their fingers with a smug expression over at Leon. 

And the kidnapper? 

Ada Wong.

“Took you long enough to come up.” Ada retorted, bringing her red stained lips against the rim of the glass taking a long drink. 

Of course Ada owned the fucking building. He should have guessed with the fake name under the car registration and the owner of the building. 

“Oh, hi, Leon.” You greeted casually with a puffed out cheek from how full your mouth was from the cake. 

“Hi Leon?” Leon questioned incredulously, putting down his gun with a confused and annoyed expression.  “You. . .you were kidnapped!”

“By who?” You questioned, glancing around curiously as if that was news to you.

“By who?! Grace called me and told me you were gone!” Leon shouted, frustrated. He had a whole mental breakdown imagining the worst scenarios of you being tortured. “She said someone was talking to you and the next moment you left her sight.” 

“Oh, well, I told Emily I was leaving but perhaps she didn’t hear me because she was looking at books.” You replied nonchalantly. 

Leon didn’t know whether or not to laugh or yell at you for the nonchalant attitude you were giving him. His eyes glanced over to Ada who was staring amused at the situation. He had a sickening feeling that she might have to do with something with the little scare. “Let me guess, you overheard our conversation and decided to take my wife to your apartment?” Leon deadpanned. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ada replied with a lazy shrug, swirling around the wine glass further. “But wouldn’t it have sucked that the last thing you ever said to your wife was something harmful? Call it. . .a lesson, Leon.” 

Leon scoffed. He couldn’t believe that not only did his wife terrorize him by purposefully disappearing because he knew you agreed to go with Ada to scare him like this but also Ada was getting joy out of this. He placed his gun back into his holster and crossed his arms frustratedly. “So the lesson was to scare the shit out of me and almost get you killed when I tried to go full Rambo?” Leon sarcastically questioned Ada.

“No, the lesson was to be careful with your words.” Ada replied with ease, gulping the last of her wine. “Besides, it’s been a long time since I had a catch up with her. I heard she was little. . .homebound so I decided to give her some freedom.”

“Gee, how nice of you.” Leon retorted. “Gave her freedom at the cost of me getting a heart attack. Same old Ada. . .” He took a deep breath and glanced over to you seeing how you were just poking the cake. His eyes softened remembering the argument that happened between the two of you earlier then glanced over at Ada again. “Can you give us some privacy?”

Ada simply hummed and walked out of the kitchen with her heels clanking on the floor. Leon waited until she was gone but he knew she would overhear. That didn’t matter now. You were okay and despite his anger how you willingly disappear to scare him; relief flooded him that at least you might no divorce him over his dumb words.

“Sweetheart,” His voice came out softer as he walked over to you. You didn’t look at him and he sighed. Leon knelt on the ground before you and shakily pressed his forehead on the swell of your pregnant belly. “You scared the hell out of me.” 

“I didn’t entirely mean to.” You confessed, placing your fork to the side as you stared down at your lap shamefully. “I wanted to give you a taste of your medicine and I was going to text you to tell you where I was once I got here but I dropped my phone and broke it.” 

“I’ll buy you another phone.” Leon quickly mumbled and stared up at you through lashes with desperation and a hint of anger. “You scared Grace too. . .you can’t do that to me. I thought you were going to die.” He scolded you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled and sighed heavily, placing your hand on top of his head. Immediately his response is to press his head further into your palm. “I was really hurt from what you had said. I was just. . .tired that you kept treating me like a kid. Like I couldn’t handle myself. I understand why we’re both acting the way we have been.”

Leon tilted his head confused. “The way we’re both acting?”

You nodded. “Yeah, we’re both scared about this pregnancy because it’s something new. A wise kid made me realize that’s the reason why you’ve been acting overprotective and why I’ve been. . .on one lately.” You explained, threading your fingers through his hair and Leon relaxed under your touch. “We’re both in our late forties acting like children, Leon. And it’s because of this pregnancy. . .do you see me differently now that I’m pregnant?”

Leon furrowed his brows. It made sense why he’s been feeling extra protective lately was because this was something new in the dynamic and their life. But how can he see you differently? You’ve always been just you. “No, I don’t. Did. . .Did I make you feel that way?” Leon questioned softly, bringing his hands on your belly in a soft gesture rather than an overprotective one and you nodded. “I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry that I said those hurtful things to you earlier.”

Leon paused and took a steady breath, curling his hands tighter around the swell of your belly. “I never saw you any different because you're pregnant. Like I said, all this fear and protectiveness comes from what we do. I realize now I've been suffocating you and I'm sorry, I do not see you as weak because you're carrying our girls. I just see the world as cruel, willing to take any happiness I have.” 

“Leon. . .”

“No, let me finish please.” Leon mumbled as he brought his forehead against the swell of your belly again and closed his eyes. “This is new and scary for me. All I dreamt about when I was a teen was having a family with you. But obviously Raccoon City ruined every dream and plan I had. I'm just,” he exhaled shakily trying to blink the tears away, “I'm just scared that the world will take another dream away because you are my dream, sweetheart.” 

Your fingers stilled around his hair and a lump formed in your throat. You were his dream. His entire life. Leon would be broken if the one thing he cared about was gone. 

“I know I have to let go of some of that fear but baby, when you terrorize me by disappearing on me. I really thought I would lose it all.” Leon mumbled. “I don't care if you try to hit me with a car. Kick me out of our bedroom. Take away our couch. Hide my keys from me. I don’t care but when you disappear on me? I wanted to kill everyone just to get you back and I would have if you were really kidnapped.” 

“I'm so sorry, Leon.” You mumbled in shame from going too far this time but indulging in Ada and agreeing to leave with her without telling Grace personally or texting Leon. Your fingers went down to his cheeks and brought his face up to meet your eyes. “After thirty some years, we still can't communicate properly.” 

Leon nuzzled against your hands and laughed quietly. “No one said being married would be easy. . .and don't think you're entirely off the hook because you're pregnant and we had a heartfelt talk.” His teeth nipped at your thumb. “I'm taking your Porsche away and the credit card too.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Okay, that's fair.” 

Leon smiled then his lips tugged into a small frown. “Does this mean we're okay? I promise to calm down with surveillancing you as long as you promise to never disappear on me again.” His blue eyes softened with begging. “I'm down on my knees begging you please come home.”

You pinched your brows together and let out a disbelief laugh. “Are you seriously quoting Boyz two men right now?”

Leon grinned and sheepishly shrugged. “Yeah, so?” He huffed. “Is that a yes or no? Are you coming back home with me or would you rather spend time with Ada?” A thoughtful look of pretending not coming with him expressed on your face and Leon looked at you offended as if you were considering that. “Baby. . .” He frowned with a whine. 

A small laugh came out of you. “I'm kidding. Yeah, I'll come home with you. Let me finish my cake first and I promise I won't disappear on you again.” You pinched his cheek and poked your fork into the cake, slicing a big piece of it. “Did you learn your lesson on not hurting my feelings though?” 

“Unfortunately.” Leon mumbled, standing up from the ground and crossed his arms. “If you weren’t pregnant, I would teach you a harder lesson than before, you know.” 

“Ooh, I'm so scared.” You deadpanned, bringing a piece of cake to your mouth. 

Ada came inside of the kitchen with a knowing look between the two of you. “Well since our little gathering is going to end soon, take all your bags with you and oh, here,” she reached into her pocket and tossed a device at you while you caught it with ease, “now we're even from China.” 

Leon raised an eyebrow confused and tilted his head. “China?” He asked, confused. He didn’t remember you being there over ten years ago when the outbreak was happening. 

You glared at Ada who merely shrugged. Well, now you were in more trouble since that was a secret when you were helping Ada out during the whole cloning situation — you didn't want Leon to know about that information and now he did. 

“Well, I guess we have a lot to talk about when we get home, sweetheart.” Leon said with a big smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Thanks Ada.” You grumbled. 

Bonus: 

Leon made sure that Xavier was completely relocated from the DSO before he ended up sending the kid to the hospital after he informed Sherry and Grace what had happened. At least Grace and Emily were safe. 

Now he only had to worry about what exactly happened in China. He ushered you to the driveway and furrowed his brows seeing three new cars in his driveway. Did you actually buy some cars with his credit card?

He paused and then sighed remembering how those cars got there. He must have accidentally bought those cars during the altercation with Xavier. His thumb must have hit the confirmation button. 

The inside of the house was much worse — he completely forgot he had bought everything in the cart from food to flowers to your favorite items as the two stepped in adding onto the items you got from the mall. The whole living room was covered in things. 

“Sooooo, does this mean I'm off the hook on the talk about China?” You asked hopefully glancing around at all the gifts he had bought you in hopes of gaining your favor again.

“Nope.” 

“Damn.” 

[leonskluv]

☆ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ☆

╭──╯ . . . . . ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ . . . . . ╰──╮

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☆ ᴍʏ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇꜱ ☆

╰┈➤ ᴍʏ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀ ᴄʟɪꜰꜰ Pt. 1

╰┈➤ ʙʀᴀᴛ ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴇᴀꜱʏ Pt. 2

╰┈➤ ᴍʏ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴛ. 3. . .

♡ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ♡

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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╰┈➤ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪʀʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛɪʙʟᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱᴀᴛɪᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ? [ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ! ʟᴇᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ]. . .

╰┈➤ ɢᴜɴ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪqᴜᴇꜱ [ ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ]

. . . . .ʜᴇᴠᴠᴀɴʏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴇᴅɪᴛ

[leonskluv]

THE FICS WERE SO GOOOOOOD PLS WRITE MORE

Children aren't the best source of information

Re9! Leon x wife! Reader

Summary: Leon and your daughter Isabella had told you both interesting information which led you both to believe a cheating scandal ensued. 5k+ words

Warnings: no actual cheating happens, lowkey crazy Leon ( bc it's funny writing him that way), comedy and fluff, slight angst of insecurities from Leon and reader, children suck lmao can't trust the fuckers to give accurate information

Leon often is gone for days, weeks and months at a time. That's how it's been since Raccoon City. Never staying in his apartment for longer than a week and he told himself he was fine with it; that this is what is expected out of him after becoming a tool for the government. 

Until he met you. Honestly, Leon didn’t believe he was worthy of love because who would love a man that failed on his first day of being a cop? He went through the motions of life and felt it was too cruel to weigh someone down with his emotional baggage.

You accepted him as he is. Trauma and all — loving him on the days where he felt fine; he was able to go out to places with you and treat you to a gourmet meal. Wine and dine you. Then of course out of nowhere, the random wave of emptiness — the sudden feeling of his body going numb and the world around him distorted. 

He tried to hide that part of himself in the beginning of your relationship. But you noticed. You always did. You would drive back to the apartment and lay him on your chest so he has something to ground to. Leon never thought he would find someone that could care this much especially after ruining a dinner date from one of his PTSD attacks. 

How can you love him when he failed so many people? 

Leon could hardly accept your love at first and it took a while — a lot of emotional distance, arguments, running away. Until he finally accepted he wanted love — that was after the incident in Colorado and New York with Glenn Arias; he wanted to change and he did. That was over ten years ago. 

Leon didn’t take missions often anymore recently, just the occasional ones that really needed him or he felt like he couldn’t walk away from. Especially when he had to find a cure of his disease — that was over with. And the trauma of Raccoon City of 30 years weighed off his chest after killing Victor Gideon stopping him from releasing more chaos. 

He was done with the chaos of missions and decided to take a long break from being an agent to focus on what really mattered. His family. Ten years ago, Leon decided it was time to marry you ( he was done running away from you and he tried to prove himself every day you made the right choice in marrying him ) and have a family. It’s what he wanted for so long but never felt like he deserved it until you had told him you were pregnant six years ago; fuck he was so nervous and terrified that he would mess up being a father.

But you being you; you helped him go through the motions of fear and Leon allowed himself to breathe to figure this out with you –and he couldn’t be a better father. And now that he had time away from missions, he was going to spend it as he always did with you and his daughter Isabella. 

Sundays were always reserved for his daughter.  His six year old daughter had your hair and skin color but her eyes were entirely Leon's. You often joked by putting your hand over their eyes saying how their blue eyed stare scared you. 

He never thought his life could turn out like this. At times he didn’t think he deserved this life yet with all he’s been through he tries to appreciate while he can because the world was too cruel and took innocent things quickly — and he would not allow it to take his wife or daughter. 

That's why Sunday was for his daughter. To preserve this innocence before anything can take it away from him. Leon always did activities with his six year old daughter — take her to see that God awful spongebob movie though he liked watching the series and used some of the jokes when he was on missions. 

Different movies that came out and of course family friendly movies — he hated the new shows for kids and went back to the basics of Oswald, Mickey Mouse clubhouse, Dora ( though that was a terrible idea because now Isabella only responded to Spanish words at times and his Spanish has been lackluster since the Las Plagas mission ), PBS kids cartoons. 

Leon hated Barney and apparently so did your daughter because she began to cry from how terrifying he looked and he couldn't be more pleased to never have to watch that show again. 

Though he caught her one time watching anime on Netflix and he was going to turn it off until he saw Dragon Ball z. He did the typical dad pose with his arms crossed and stood by the couch while you joined later to do whatever activities in their presence. (His daughter wanted to be Piccolo for Halloween, he took a photo of how ridiculous she looked and made it his home screen on his personal phone.)

Or other activities from taking her to the park, a family friendly activity involving sports ( which had his back aching from trying to stop a hyperactive six year old from bouncing all over the place.) Then to the more quieter moments where he would take her along with you out on a picnic around a lake watching her look and poke at everything curiously. 

She was untouched by the world. And Leon wanted to keep that way as long as possible. So he didn't mind playing with dolls or dressing up with his daughter (as ridiculous as he might look) whenever she didn't want to go out. He was happy with whatever she wanted to do. 

Today was a doll house activities — a major storyline that was ongoing, complex and utterly complicated. How did a six year old come with a story line as complex as this? He had no clue, he suspected it was because you let her watch some of the shows you watched while you did the laundry. He almost felt like his daughter was narrating a telenovela. 

“And then, Miss Marcy came home to her husband kissing the maid only to find out the maid was Miss Marcy’s long lost sister who wanted to hurt Marcy for taking her candy when they were younger.” Isabella explained while holding the dolls up to Leon with each narration — the Barbie dolls he got her last month and the Goku figure she insisted on having for her dolls as the husband all while they lived in the Barbie dream house for her birthday. 

Leon blinked at the story and muttered, “I need to talk to your mother about letting you see those shows on Netflix.” He took a deep breath while crossing his legs on the ground holding his own dolls making them do backflips off the house into the pool. 

“No, no no!” Isabella shouted which made Leon look at her with a quirk concern eyebrow but her lips were pouting and glaring at her father. “You cannot make Miss Tracy do that, dad! Only Miss Darcy can because she's like you. You're ruining the story.” 

Like him? Oh right, Isabella didn't know his true profession and believed he was some kind of hero from how you tried to explain why he was gone for long periods at a time. Not as often as he used to be but long enough that made her question where Leon went. 

So you told her Leon's job kept him away because he was fighting bad guys like how Batman does. And of course she believed it. 

“Wouldn't it be cooler if she was doing back flips off the house and into the pool? It makes the story dramatic.” Leon pointed out but his daughter wasn't having it, snatching the doll out of his hand that he sighed heavily. She definitely got the attitude from you. He’s too old dealing with your attitude but his six year old daughter’s too? He’s not excited for the teen years. 

Leon just allowed his daughter to narrate and play with his dolls while he watched her. His eyes softened watching the sight in front of him. It was still hard to believe that he was allowed to have a life like this. That he earned it from years of fighting bio-terriosm. His family was the only good thing that came from all the trauma he suffered from.

That’s why he was quietly taking many photos on his personal phone of his daughter and was sending them to Grace. Bless her heart for enduring all the photo’s Leon has sent her recently. He believed that he was her only friend besides Emily at the current moment and he didn’t mind that fact nor mind sharing his life with her after what they experienced – he was close to her now. 

Leon wanted Grace to meet you and Isabella once she had processed more of what had happened in Rhodes Hill and Raccoon City. He could already imagine how you would treat Grace, she needed that security and safety you bring; he was sure she would get attached to you too once she met you. He sent the attachments of the photos and immediately got a response.

Grace: ISTG she’s so cute 

ISTG? He thought with furrowed brows. Leon blinked at her text behind his glasses (h his eyesight suffered terribly from the amount of flashbangs he had thrown over the years.) Too many times she sent him messages that he didn’t understand the meaning of. He didn’t understand today’s youth and their need to shorten words. 

And he thought he was bad when he would send Hunnigan selfies with dead zombies.

Grace sent a picture of Emily playing in the park. He smiled at the picture and he breathed because at least he was able to save them from Raccoon City even if he was too late the first time in 1998 – Grace and Emily almost felt like his atonement for what he couldn’t stop back then. During his texting back and forth with Grace, Leon felt a small tug on his shirt. Immediately, he put away his phone to focus his attention on Isabella. “What is it, baby?” 

“Do you think mommy will see that man again?” 

Leon stared confused and tilted his head. “Man? What man?” 

“The one that comes over. He comes around whenever you’re gone.”

Leon stayed silent. Too quiet. There were thoughts forming his mind and each one worse than the last. Children weren’t known to lie, they were painfully truthful like the time Isabella had said she hated Leon’s beard ( he was growing it out ) and he looked like a lumberjack that eats children. That hurt his ego and he was sulking for days after he shaved and felt extra sulky when you were laughing at him every time you looked at him. 

Now, this? Some man was coming over in the presence of their daughter?  Were you cheating on him? Dread filled his heart if that was the case and felt his palms sweating as they often did when his anxiety spiked.

He knew there was trouble in the past after China where he disappeared emotionally for a year and stayed in Colorado without saying anything but many times he tried to make it up to you over the years. He believed he redeemed himself enough. Was it because he was still taking missions? Were you feeling lonely and frustrated by him? He didn’t realize his hand was crushing around his phone to the point that it was making a creaking sound.

Isabella stared at him innocently before going back to playing with her toys. He had to take a deep breath before he got any more information. “Have you seen,” his teeth clenched as he seethed out the last part, “this man, baby?”

“Yeah, daddy.” 

Oh, that was worse. Not only were you cheating but your daughter had seen his man. Interacted with him. Now his thoughts worsen: Did Isabella think he was going to be her new dad? Is my happy life over with because I’ve been an inadequate husband? Am I never going to see my wife or daughter anymore? 

Leon needed more information. He was used to getting information out of enemies during missions with methods. Obviously, he wasn’t going to harm his daughter and had to choose a route that would get a six-year old to talk. “Stay right here, baby.” He pushed himself up from the floor trying to ignore how his bones creaked with age as his legs felt like jelly from all the anxiety being bottled up. 

The route Leon chose? Getting Isabella’s favorite candy from the kitchen cabinet that she was limited on. You weren’t home at the moment since you were staying overnight at your parents house and he thought this was a perfect opportunity to get his daughter to talk without you knowing. 

Leon came back into his daughter’s room, kneeling beside her. “Okay we’re going to play a game, baby. It’s called negotiations that we're doing.” His hand held out pieces of candy and her eyes immediately lit up. “Every piece of information you give me, I give you candy as an exchange, okay?” 

Isabella nodded excitedly, placing her dolls back into their respective rooms to turn towards Leon. “You promise to give me candy?” She said in a skeptical tone, narrowing her eyes at him for a moment.

Leon let out a breath of amusement and nodded. “Of course, baby. I promise.” He said and closed his hand before she had the urge to reach out and snatch one out of his hand. “How often does this man come to the house?” 

Isabella hummed in thought. “Like I said, daddy everytime you leave the house. Mommy said she likes playing with him.”

“Oh? Does she like playing with him?” Leon said through clenched teeth. He could only imagine what playing could mean. And he had a lot of images flooding through his head when he would play with you in the bedroom – now this random man was playing with his wife in his home? Fuck that.

“Mhm.” Isabella held her hand out expectedly. Right, Leon almost forgot his end of the bargain and unwrapped the candy, placing it on her smaller hand gently despite the anxiety and crawling anger he felt. She ate with a big smile, never sensing his inner turmoil. 

He forced himself to take a deep breath and began more negotiations. How often did the man come to the house? Too often from the way Isabella explained. More candy was given. What did he look like? Isabella happily replied ( dark blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin.)  And finally the most important, Leon needed to know the guy’s name for. . .personal reasons.

Leon took a deep breath and held the last piece of candy in the air just out of Isabella’s reach. “Okay, you’ve done such a good job so far, baby but I need to know one final thing before you get the last candy.” Isabella nodded with her eyes wide on the prize. “So what's the guy's name?”

“Ryan.” Isabella answered quickly using her hands to make a grabby motion.

But Leon completely went still for a moment, and then, “Ryan?!” Leon nearly shouted then composed himself once he saw his daughter flinch from the sudden loud noise coming from her rather quiet father; he hardly ever raised his voice around Isabella because he vowed himself to never be like his father but this was a situation that required a little shouting.

That was the name of your instructor at your pilates class. Leon never liked Ryan; he caught him staring at you multiple times and he stepped over the line too many times to count that maybe Leon had asked nicely for Ryan to back off if he wanted to keep getting money for his classes. 

But never did Leon imagine that you would actually fall for the asshole charms. Insecurity crept up for a moment since Ryan was fifteen years younger than him. He had a fresher face than him, he clearly saw you more since Leon was often gone for days and weeks at time when the mission required it. Were you that bored with him that you had to run to your pilates instructor? 

If you wanted to be with someone younger, fine, but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight first. Leon gave his daughter the last piece of candy and began formulating a plan he had to ask Sherry to find his address to have a talk with him. But first, once you came back; he was going to hear from you first hand when he came back from the office and you returned home. 

“Are we done with our game, daddy?” Isabella asked with a bouncing stance.

Leon blinked and sighed. Great, he had to deal with a hyperactive six year old while having a potential cheating scandal in his mind. “Yeah.”

“Okay, then catch me if you can.” Isabella shot up and dashed out of her room.

“Wait, don’t run-”

Coming home to your daughter while Claire babysat her for the morning time made you sigh from how much you missed your daughter. You just came right in time to take her to kindergarten and you thanked Claire for being the best Godmother who only chuckled while taking her leave. 

Driving your daughter to school was one of the best times spent with her, especially showing her your favorite songs from the 90s and 2000s. She seemed to like it more than the music that was played – while Leon showed her some rock music that didn’t have inappropriate songs, you showed her more R & B and pop music.

Your finger tapped against the steering wheel from the playlist bumping your favorite 2000s pop song while Isabella nodded to the music. Isabella was absentmindedly talking about what normal six year olds talk about and today’s topic was Star Wars. You firmly believe she might be a nerd when she grows up because on her fourth birthday, she dressed up as Yoda which got a laugh out of Leon.

Leon only laughed a lot because of the mix up of party invitations where Isabella said she wanted a princess theme so Leon told her friend's parents to dress up as princess too. But then she told you she wanted a star wars theme party; she was the only one dressed up as Yoda at the party and the photo taken that day cracks you and Leon up from how scared her friends looked surrounding her.

You listened to her talk about Star Wars until the sudden change of topic came up.  “Do you think daddy will say sorry to that pretty lady?” Isabella questioned.

Confusion settled over you as your brows pinched together. You couldn’t remember if Leon had to apologize to you for anything. He hasn’t done anything in the past couple months that would warrant an apology. “What pretty lady, baby?”

“The one he sees while you’re gone. She came over yesterday while you were at grandma and grandpa’s house.” Isabella replied, messing with the hem of her uniform skirt.

You stayed quiet and turned the music to hear your daughter correctly. The only notification you got from the front door camera yesterday was Leon and Isabella leaving in the morning to go to breakfast and coming back. Then in the morning Claire and Leon trading places with a brief exchange and then nothing else. Could Leon snuck some woman through the backdoor or through some window? Or, did she somehow sneak in?

You didn’t want to think Ada Wong would be a homewrecker but that was the only person you can think of in this scenario. You knew the history between Ada and Leon from before you met him; and you had met him after Spain – he wasn’t shy in telling you that he had run ins with her since then and something had occurred a long time ago before he met you but nothing else has happened since then.

No, you didn’t hate Ada Wong but a doubt of insecurity came over you. Did he still want her? Was he tired of the boring family life especially with you because you weren’t an agent or mercenary? Fingers were rubbing on the leather of the steering wheel trying to calm your anxious heart. 

“Do you know what she looks like, Isabella?” You asked carefully, trying to dispel the lump in your throat focusing on making sure you don’t get in a car accident.

“Yeah, I’ve seen her a lot of times, mommy.” Isabella said in an annoyed, obvious tone which made you huff from her attitude. Sometimes, you wished she got more of Leon’s personality than your own from how much attitude a small thing like her has. “Um, black hair, brown eyes. She’s not white, mommy.”

Your throat tightened harder. “Asian?” Isabella nodded. It was worse than you thought. Did Leon see Ada in Raccoon City again and somehow it brought up old feelings that he realized that she was the one he wanted. You couldn’t blame him, she was hot and cool; too badass compared to how you were. 

At times, you often compared yourself to her. You were a simple scientist that worked with Rebecca Chambers and you were proud you were able to find cures and analyze viruses to help aid in bioterrorism. Nothing can take that away from you but then there was people like Leon, Jill and Chris who fought it head on to prevent it to spreading, 

And somehow Ada was always just there too. You met her once before and that’s all it took to realize that Leon could have chosen her instead. 

You wanted to ask more information from your daughter but the school was in view and you parked right by the entrance where the staff took care of the students. Leon chose this school because of the high clearance security and they were offering martial arts lessons which he made Isabella take; both of you knew that you could never be too careful. 

“Have a good day, sweetie.” It was hard to keep a steady tone for your daughter that didn’t make it seem like anything was wrong when everything was wrong. 

“Bye, mommy.” She reached over as you did to give each other a hug then she opened the door and got out of the car to find the attendant that escorted her through the school’s gates.

Being alone, thoughts swarmed in your head about the situation. What were you going to do about this situation? The very thought of going ballistic on your husband seemed like a good idea but no, you were past the stage of losing your shit. It would just be easier to ask him and figure out the next step because if he really wanted Ada Wong then he can have her, you weren’t going to beg for a man to stay.

Especially Leon Kennedy. No, when he came back home would be a perfect time to ask him.

Leon may have gone overboard with the situation. As soon as he got to the DSO building, he immediately found Sherry and asked her to look up Ryan. To find out everything and anything about that man. Unfortunately, the man was squeaky fucking clean. 3.5 GPA in College, never been arrested for anything serious. Was in a fraternity but apparently was the outcast for being too nerdy. It was only after college that he gained popularity for gaining muscles and changing his appearance.

Leon scoffed each time Sherry had given him more information that didn’t give him a reason to go beat him up. His arms were tensing with each cross he kept doing across his chest and Sherry just stared at him. “What the hell is your problem, Leon?”

“Nothing.” He grumbled.

Because there was no real reason to start anything besides speculations that Ryan might be fucking his wife; Leon had a shitty day at work filing reports for the Rhodes Hill and Raccoon City incident. Fine, if Ryan had nothing against him; he was going straight to the source.

You.

Coming home was fairly easy when Leon practically ignored traffic laws. The questions in his head had been driving him insane all day that he kept mistaking his reports. He couldn’t focus on work; all he can think about was the possibility that Ryan might have been in his house right now fucking his wife on his favorite couch or bedroom. 

The Porsche handled excellently as he did an abrupt turn and parked in the driveway. He didn’t even take his briefcase out. He got out, locked his car and immediately took his house keys to get inside. Leon wasn’t sure he was expecting, possibly hearing you moan or scream but it was quiet as soon he entered the entryway. 

Perhaps, the fucker couldn’t please you well. Leon hoped that was the case because then he can feel a bit better about that. He closed the door quietly and walked inside the house further; the aroma smell of food hit him for a moment. He didn’t want to believe that Ryan was also using his kitchen, it wasn’t safe to be around knives if that were the case.

He popped his head over the corner like a cat trying to sneak up on a mouse but all he saw was you poking at your food with a huge frown and narrowed eyes. He didn’t see Ryan around which he let out a breath of relief and came out the corner with his arms crossed his chest.

Leon didn’t say anything for a moment and neither did you, but you acknowledge his presence from looking up. You were glaring at him. And he didn’t know why. A stare off ensued and neither of you broke contact; then both of you open your mouths.

“You’ve been cheating on me.” 

“You’ve been cheating on me.”

Leon and you stared at each other and blinked confused. Now both of you are confused about what has been said. “Wait, what did you say?” Leon questioned, offended when the words processed in his head better. 

“You’ve been cheating on me.” You said slowly, putting your fork down on the kitchen counter to hear him correctly too. “Wait, what did you say, too?”

“That you’ve been cheating on me. . .” Leon trailed off and uncrossed his arms to run his fingers through his hair. “You thought I was cheating on you?” A disbelief laugh came out of him from how absurd the situation became. “Sweetheart, truly, I mean this with love but are you dumb? I spent ten years begging for your forgiveness and tried everyday to make sure I never become the man I was after the President was killed again. Why would I cheat on you?”

“Why would I cheat on you?” You questioned back, equally offended and scoffed from the mere thought of ever finding another man who could be better than Leon. “I dealt with your shit for years. I loved you through the toughest moments in your life. I gave you a whole child and that shit hurt. I wouldn’t dream of having another man that isn’t you.” 

Confusion laced on Leon’s face and he suddenly relaxed. But that didn’t make sense to what Isabella had said because children weren’t known to entirely lie about stuff like this. They didn’t know about infidelity so then what the fuck was going on? 

“Isabella told me that a man named Ryan comes around when I’m not home and you like to play with him.” Leon pointed out with furrowed brows. “So I assumed you were screwing your pilates instructor. . .”

“What? Ugh, ew!” You exclaimed in disgust. “He’s way too young for me, Leon. Besides, I also say this with love but he’s bi and he’s dating a man right now.”

Leon stayed quiet yet his cheeks reddened with embarrassment for assuming the worst and practically went insane by having Sherry look up this man’s location. Because he thought if you confirmed you were cheating on him, he was going to pull up to Ryan’s house and politely show him what a DSO agent can do. “Oh.” Leon mumbled and sighed tiredly, “then who the hell is this man coming over she’s talking about?”

You paused for a moment and rolled your eyes realizing fully what Isabella had meant. “Our storyline with her dolls. I got her the new Barbie set from the movie and I told her that Ryan Gosling played Ken so we decided to use the name Ryan for her dolls instead of Ken. I told her I liked with Ryan when you weren’t around because he reminded me of you.” 

Leon felt his face got hot now. The situation was utterly stupid for believing you would ever cheat on him and the whole time he went crazy was over a doll named Ryan. Leon felt dumb and insecure for thinking you would want someone younger than him. He was glad you express your disgust at the thought of being with someone younger because then that means none of them had a chance of taking you.

But that didn’t solve the issue of why you thought he was cheating. “Okay, then why did you think I was cheating?” Leon questioned, curiously now that he was beginning to calm down.

“Isabella told me some woman came over while I was gone.” You stated and that confused Leon more because he could not remember for the life of him some woman coming over when it had been just Isabella and Leon the entire time. “She described her as black hair, brown eyes and asian.” 

Leon understood the implication on who you were trying to say and he scoffed. “You think Ada was here? Sweetheart, I haven’t seen her in forever and I don’t care to.” Leon replied.

“Then why would she tell me this?” Your voice went high which was a sign of insecurity Leon knew too well when it came to Ada Wong and how you felt about her. He wished you would stop comparing yourself to her when he chose you over and over. “There’s only one person that fits that description and she said you had to say sorry to her.”

“I literally have no fucking clue who she’s talking about.” Leon replied then paused trying to come up with a logical answer before you spiraled. Then something dawned on him. Asian, black hair and brown eyes. It was Miss Darcy, the stupid doll he kept making do backflips off the Barbie Dream house which he refused to apologize for because he thought making dolls do backflips were cool. 

“Oh, Isabella was talking about Miss Darcy.” Leon paused with an exhausted sigh. “Her doll. Not Ada. She wanted me to apologize to her doll because I messed up the storyline.” 

You blinked a couple times and groaned in equal embarrassment from the miscommunication situation that Isabella had created. “Well, you definitely should apologize because Isabella isn’t going to let her storyline be ruined. You know she is particular when it comes to her dolls storylines.” 

A small laugh came out of Leon as he crossed the kitchen to you. His arms wrapped around yours and you immediately melted around his embrace. Relief flooded out of the both of you that a cheating scandal was definitely not happening and his lips began pressing rapidly around your temple in an effort to apologize. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to accuse you of cheating.” He mumbled against your skin.

“I’m sorry too.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist tighter. “I don’t know why I’m still insecure after all these years about Ada Wong. She really is cool and I wouldn’t be surprised if you did leave me for her.” 

“Stop talking like that. Whatever I had with her was long done and it has been done since I met you.” Leon reassured you with a tighter hug. You nodded against his chest trying to ease those doubts that sometimes came. “Honestly, I thought you wanted someone more available than me if we’re being honest.” 

“A man with too much time on his hand? Baby, those men are on podcast harassing women.” You joked and Leon snickered. “No, all I ever wanted is you.”

“Wrinkles, back aches and whiskey dick?” Leon joked yet there was undercut of insecurity that sometimes came out when he allowed himself to feel his emotions.

“That makes you hotter.” You confessed with giggles against his chest.

Leon rolled his eyes playfully and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. The very sensation made your eyes flutter and sigh. Ease finally fell between you both in each other’s arms like this. “What do we do about Isabella giving us a scare like this?” Leon questioned. “Because I’m pretty sure she got these crazy storyline ideas from the shows you watch which by the way aren’t appropriate for a six year old.” 

“Don’t scold me. You let her listen to rock, Mr. Kennedy.” You bit his chest through his shirt which he groaned. “This situation is the first for me so I guess we just ease up on playing with dolls with her.”

“Yeah, this situation was odd. . . by the way, where is our daughter?” Leon questioned, confused. He hadn’t seen his daughter come out running to him like she normally did when he came home when that was the best part of his day.

“Oh, Claire took her out just in case I almost murder you if you were cheating.” 

“Fantastic.” Leon deadpanned.

Notes: Random Ada Wong glaze in this but I love her. Birthday Requiem gun fucking special coming Saturday hopefully. Request are open if yall want me to write specific stuff if not I'm just gonna write whatever lmaooo.