girl ım gonna ask request so reader’s father is terrible person and abused reader ,treated her badly and left her at young age so reader has daddy issues and traumas but she never told anyone except Leon till now,how would Leon react/comfort her? Tysm💕
a/n; now, I may still have a dad, but boy, do I have daddy issues (in case you haven't noticed from all my age gap fics and the fact that LEON is my fav.) also i worry a bit about writing in detail about things like abuse or severe trauma, so forgive me for the vagueness, i do hope this is alright!!
sum; blurb for Leon being a supportive and sweet boyfriend after finding out some of the things your father put you through
content; vague & brief mentions of child abuse (multiple forms.), reader has daddy issues, abandonment issues, comfort, fluff
wc; 3.2k
Leon Kennedy was a man of his word—when you two got together, and you warned him about all your troubles and baggage, he promised never to let that deter him from loving you. He swore on his life, his job, and his very few friends. Tonight, that was put to the test when Leon came home from his first long mission since you two got together. He'd been insanely lucky to have short, easy missions, or to not have any and only have to deal with paperwork and office stuff for a long few months.
He was gone for two weeks. Before he left, he made sure to explain what he could. A vague location, whether it was easy or not, stealth or close combat. In the moment, his reassurances helped you remember that he'd be safe. He even gave you Sherry's number to call if he wasn't home by the day he promised.
Luckily, he arrived right on time, but what he came home to only startled him a little. The house was as usual—perfectly clean and organized, kept as it had been—except for the fact that the living room had been turned into a... sleep area. Kind of. He stared at the couch being cozied like a bed, the way you had your laptop and notebook laid on the coffee table. It looked like the bedroom should.
"Honey? I'm home!" He called out, and within seconds, you came running down the hall, already tearing up as you jumped onto him. He barely caught you, lowering to his knees as you fell completely limp in his grasp, a small sound near a choked whimper leaving your lips.
He didn't ask immediately, just letting you breathe and keeping you close as he could. You sniffled, and before you could stop, a sob ripped from your throat, like a wave of.... something tight and restricted that you had been holding onto for far too long. He curled tighter around you, kissing your temple.
"I missed you, baby." He whispered softly. "I hate not being with you." He sighed.
"I missed you so much more." You sniffled, gasping faintly as you hiccupped.
"Wanna tell me about what's wrong?" He asked quietly. "I know I was gone, but... you don't normally react like this." He mumbled, pulling back to gently wipe your cheeks and cup your face in his hands.
"I just.." you hiccupped a little, swallowing harshly. "I got scared."
He paused, raising a brow as he felt you begin to calm down, your tears slowing. He let your words hang, struggling to decipher what they meant. Scared? Of what? Him dying? He chuckled lightly at the thought. "There's no reason to be afraid. I'm good at my job, and I'll always come home to you."
"I don't doubt your skills, but... you were gone for so, so long. I was worried you'd left, or.."
"Left?" He questioned, interrupting your explanation. You looked at Leon, heart dropping in realization. Of all the things Leon knew, you had yet to explain certain... troubles that lingered within your being.
"Me. I was—I don't know, I guess I got scared that you'd gotten tired of me and went on to find someone else but you'd lied and told me it was a mission when it was really you leaving me because I'm too much." Your words came out rushed, and Leon could watch the color rising to your cheeks, fear and shame filling your body in a violent warmth that made you scoot out of his lap because the touch of his warm skin had begun to burn.
"Woah, why—what—why would I ever do that?" He asked, hesitating as he reached out for you again. He pulled his hands back, brows furrowing. "I couldn't be paid to leave you. Not even with all the money in the world."
"Well, that's.." You paused, clearing your throat awkwardly. "That's a nice thought." You mumbled, slowly rising to your feet as you wiped your cheeks and rubbed at your face with a heavy, loaded exhale.
He stood after you, watching carefully as you fixed your shirt and turned back to him, but now you seemed almost hesitant to meet his gaze properly. Before he could reach out and ask for your hands, you scurried off toward the kitchen, gesturing for him to sit down. Leon never liked that you seemed to take over the kitchen, but you insisted it was part of you showing your love for him, so he only ever offered help, never pushed.
He found his way to the makeshift bed—nest?—of a couch, getting comfortable next to where you'd clearly been curled up previously. He heard some rummaging and electrical whirring of whatever appliance you were using—probably the microwave—from the kitchen. He sighed, turning his head to watch and waiting for you to come back. It wasn't very late, so all you had to do for his dinner was just warm it back up and bring it to him.
The food you warmed up was just from an hour or two ago, a meal of grilled chicken with lemon pepper seasoning, a side of roasted broccoli and potatoes cut up into wedges and likely air fried. When you came back, he smiled, that smooth curl of his lips, which were chapped from the mission—likely dehydration and not remembering or caring to use the small chapstick you'd bought him.
You settled onto the couch and handed him the plate. He looped an arm over your waist, tugging you in for a side hug, kissing your temple. "Thank you, honey." He mused, hand gently soothing over your hip as he set the plate in his lap and took a bite from the broccoli. "Mmh," he hummed, leaning his head against yours.
"Good?" You asked quietly.
"Amazing. It always is." He reassured quietly.
You didn't say anything for a while. You let him eat as the TV played quietly in the background. He watched it in silence, but as he eventually finished his food, he set the plate on the coffee table, and when he turned to you, you knew he had questions. You looked down at your lap, groaning inwardly.
"You're still confused. I can see it on your face."
"You aren't even looking at me." He laughed a little.
"I can feel it in the air." You corrected with an eye roll.
"Mmh." He hummed. "Okay, so, you know I've got some questions, I assume?"
"Everyone does. Most people don't question my issues because normally they don't have to. Normally I can keep things at bay and not have to—"
"Woah, slow down a second." He eased, reaching out to grab your fidgety hands and letting you squeeze his instead of leaving deep cresent shaped marks in your palms.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, breath becoming shaky.
"Let's slow it down. You don't need to panic. Whatever it is, I signed up for it. The good, the bad, and everything in between, so long as I get to be yours." He leaned in to kiss your forehead, pulling back to look at you.
"I'm just worried you'll get... freaked out. It's.. it gets to be a lot, even just the base of it." You looked down, your hands easing their grip and letting them settle in your lap, still holding gently around his.
"Let's start simple."
"Simple." You snorted, shoulders bouncing a bit with a little laugh. "Just ask a question."
"Okay. And remember, just because I ask, doesn't mean you have to answer." He paused, watching you nod softly. "So.. you thought I was going to leave you. I know I was gone longer than normal, but... I'm worried that we didn't prepare properly. I worry that I don't know things that I need to know in order to keep you steady."
"There's... some stuff." You mumbled. "Possibly...heavily connected with my father.."
Leon blinked. "Your father?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's a shock I had one. He left when I was young." You grumbled a bit.
"It's—" He chuckled at your little quip. "It's not a shock. It's a shock you're mentioning him. You mentioned him... I dunno, once? And I don't know any other family related to you."
"That's probably best. Things didn't... stay good with all of us."
"We'll start with what was connected to your father. What... what connects to him and you being afraid of me leaving?" He asked, situating so that you could more properly face each other.
"Well, we could start with the... physical aspect of the trauma, or we could start with the mental and emotional aspect. Whichever one probably connects to my abandonment issues."
"Okay, so, I'm picking up that your father wasn't great."
"If you think great means abusing me, filling my head with constant verbal abuse, leaving for weeks on end and coming back like nothing happened, oh, and we can't forget the last time he told me I'd forever be a useless little girl who could never support herself so she'd likely fall into drugs or alcohol. And then he left. He's probably dead. Part of me hopes he is. Then yes, that means he was great." You spat the last part sarcastically, exhaling sharply.
It all came out at once, so when the silence fell, it was tense, thick, and almost violent. Leon didn't give you a look—not pity, not shock, not disgust. He just listened and gave you space to process your own confession.
"I've never told anyone that." You exhaled quietly.
"How do you feel?"
"Raw."
"That's a very interesting word choice."
"Raw. Naked. Bare. Unprotected. I feel like—" You brought a hand up, patting your chest and searching for your necklace, which had been forgotten in the bathroom earlier in the evening. "I feel like I have nothing to hide anymore. Like there's been some kind of—I-I don't know." You swallowed tightly, brows furrowing.
"Okay. Can I tell you something?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah..?" You whispered quietly, voice tight.
"All of that stuff that your deadbeat father left with you, I'm not doing any of that. Ever. Not even if someone bribed me with the kind of money that could make me immortal somehow."
"I know you're not!" You squeaked out. "I just—it scares me, okay? You're the only person I've managed to hold onto for so long, without drama, or new trouble, or having to fear that I'd somehow chase you off."
"I know," he murmured, pulling you in to straddle his lap so he could hold you closer. "And all of your fears are valid and understandable."
"But?"
"No buts. Just an add-on to make sure you know that whatever happens, whatever you've been through, you will never move from where you've burrowed into my heart. There's a spot right here," he took your hand, placing it against his chest so you could feel his heart beat, steady and slow, perfectly relaxed, like your vague dump hadn't done anything to him. "And it's yours in every life."
"I'm sorry." You whispered, eyes watering slightly as you stifled a tiny squeak in your throat. Your palm flexed slightly, fingers spreading out over the expanse of his chest, pressing deeper into the squishy flesh beneath the shirt.
"No, I'll have none of that. You have no reason to be apologetic. Just because your father was a piece of shit doesn't mean it has to stick with you."
"I wish it didn't stick with me the way it did." You mumbled.
"That's the way it goes sometimes. And.. given you haven't told anyone else, it's... it's gonna leave a bit of a mark."
"I don't want it to."
"Well, now it doesn't have to. We can go through it. Slowly. Together. And maybe..."
"If you suggest therapy, I might make you sleep on the couch." You said bluntly, blinking at him.
He snickered, both hands coming to brush hair out of your face. "Okay, no therapy. For now, will you let me help you?"
You stayed quiet, hesitant, looking off to the side as you slightly rocked side to side, taking a moment to think about it. Leon waited, hands gently kneading against your shoulders and moving to soothe along the nape of your neck.
"It will take time, and patience, and so much love," he paused, tilting your face to look back at him. "But I've grown to be an expert at all of those times when it promises more life with you."
"Buttering me up won't change my answer, dummy." You giggled at his sweet, cheesy reassurance, only to lean forward and fall into the familiar comfort of his chest.
You both let the living room fill with silence—easy, comfortable, loving silence. By the time you made up your mind, the question had been almost forgotten, but you still wished to make it clear to him. When he was ready to head to bed for the night, you followed behind him to the bathroom to get ready for bed with him. Brushing your teeth, you spit out the foamy toothpaste, only to wipe your lips and turn to him.
"If you swear on everything you've ever loved that your patience won't wear thin and whatever you find out about me and my needs or my bad habits won't scare you away—"
"I swear on my life. On your life. On my entire bloodline—past, present, and future—and everything I have and will ever love." He said bluntly, his swear interrupting your conditions. You blinked.
"I didn't even finish."
"It doesn't matter. I'll swear on whatever you want if it means you'll let me in." He leaned forward to gently kiss your forehead, only for you to push him away before he could make contact.
"Toothpaste on your mouth." You reminded him, only to make him laugh and lean over the sink to spit. He rinsed his mouth out and dried his lips, only for you to grasp his chin gently. His beard, long overdue for a trim, scraped and scratched along your fingers and palm as you used your finger to apply vaseline to his chapped lips. He never used any kind of skin care on missions, given he usually wasn't able to. So now it was your chance to give his lips life and moisture again.
"Can I please kiss you now?" He waited patiently, rubbing his lips together as you applied some of the vaseline to your own lips before you leaned up and accepted a kiss finally. Without a warning, Leon grabbed you by the hips and hoisted you onto the bathroom counter, making you squeak as he stood between your legs.
"What are you—"
"Hush." He murmured, kissing you softly, eyes fluttering closed as you both relaxed. There was no rush or hunger, just a fondness alongside the love that never diminished with time. "I love you." He whispered softly, gently nipping at your lower lip before he let go and looked at you.
"I love you." You murmured back, rubbing your lips together, mixing the vaseline and lingering saliva from the kiss.
"So... your father wasn't a steady presence for you?" He asked.
"Not even close." You shook your head, leaning into him to hide your face. "He'd leave for weeks at a time. Sometimes, he'd tell us he loved us and that he'd be home soon, but other times, he would..." you trailed off, brows furrowing as you brought your hands to clutch at Leon's shirt.
"Right here, honey." He reminded gently, soothing over your upper arms.
"Other times, he'd leave after one of his fits." You finished, exhaling slowly as you closed your eyes.
"Fits?"
"Fits of anger. Frustration. Anything he could use as an excuse. If I wasn't caught up on chores or homework, he was angry. If I was too slow or if I needed help, he was annoyed and frustrated." You explained quietly, head shifting to stare at the wall behind Leon. Two towels hung up—one dark, navy blue, and the other a softer orange color. Next to those towels were also two robes—his robe matched his navy blue towel, but yours was a dark red color unlike your orange towel. The simplicity of that sight made your shoulders ease.
"I'm sorry." He murmured, hands coming to rub up and down your back. "You didn't deserve any of that. You never have."
"Wait until you hear what he did during those fits." You snorted, finding humor in how he already felt bad for you and your past.
"Hon," he pulled back with a frown. "not funny."
"Kinda is." You looked off to the side, lips pursing to stifle a giggle. It wasn't actually funny, but in order for you to cope with the resurfacing of everything, you had to laugh.
"God, you're insufferable." He rolled his eyes and lifted you into his arms to carry you into the bedroom to find a comfortable spot in your shared bed. Again, another sight of simple domesticity—your jackets hung up behind the bedroom door. Your small vanity littered with his cologne and deodorant and his brush and that dumb electric razor that he rarely used, his products mixed sweetly with your makeup and skincare and routine stuff. You curled tighter into him, and he returned the squeeze.
"Promise me you won't leave." You whispered, voice shaky.
"Pinky promise." He mused, leaning back to curl around you. "I've got you. Forever and always. In this life and the next." He hummed. "No matter how bad your daddy issues are." He joked.
You smacked his arm. "Too soon, jackass."
Leon laughed, watching you roll your eyes with an undeniable faint smile. "Alright, no more daddy issue jokes. Let's go to bed. I'm exhausted and I missed sleeping in a warm bed." He muttered.
"Will you go get the big comforter from the couch? And my special pillow?" You asked quietly, listening to him exhale lazily.
"Yes, I'll go grab it from your makeshift nest." He teased. "The flat pillow, right?"
"Mhmm." You nodded. He untangled himself from your grasp, kissing your cheek as he departed. You shuffled closer to the middle of the bed, pushing onto your knees so you could open the window that sat behind the headboard of the bed frame. It always got too hot without the window open because Leon was basically a human heater. You still questioned whether or not he had a fever sometimes, but he never did. That man had the immune system of the Gods.
He came back, comforter looped around one arm, your special pillow tucked under the other. You situated and sat upright, waiting for him to lay the items down. He switched the regular pillow for yours, fixing the pillow case and gesturing for you to get comfy. He laid down the comforter and then crawled in with you, exhaling heavily with relief.
"All set?" He asked quietly, reaching behind him to turn off the bedside lamp.
"Mhmm." You nodded, following his body and curling into his touch. He turned the lamp off and shifted closer to you, arms engulfing you in a warm, secure embrace.
"Mmh, goodnight."
"Goodnight."
"I love you so much." He added quietly. Due to your exhaustion, you simply tapped his shoulder blade three times to say it back without having to put in extra energy.
You can’t tell me Leon doesn’t love to be babied by his partner. He also LOVES to be a good boy and hearing it drives him nuts 🤭
NSFW 18+ content
RE4!Leon x fem!reader
"You're such a good boy for me, honey," you breathe softly, straddling Leon's lap.
A desperate groan breaks from his throat. His brows furrow, his gaze locking onto yours like a starved animal. Darkened by his blown pupils, his blue irises search your eyes as you feel the heat of his length-hard, twitching, and pleading right beneath your core.
Reaching into his waistband, you wrap your fingers around him, feeling the frantic pulse vibrating against your palm. Leon's eyes never break contact, wide with raw yearning. Slowly, your hand glides up his veiny shaft until your fingers circle his leaking tip.
You sweep a thumb over the head, coating it in his sticky slick, and Leon lets out another wrecked moan. "My good boy, my sweet boy," you whisper, cupping his face before brushing a gentle kiss against his soft, trembling lips.
"Fuck," Leon whimpers into the kiss, his voice trembling. “I need you.”
js wondering if you could write about re4r leon being a munch !! like the reader feels a bit insecure because they havent really had anyone do that to them in past relationships but he’s just ready to eat for as long as possible :3
ty in advance ! have a good day / night !
˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary ꒱ ˎˊ˗ about re4r!Leon Kennedy eating you out for the first time 18+ so sorry this took ages, enjoy :3
Leon has been aching to go down on you since you both started getting a little more hot and heavy in the bedroom, but each time you guide him away with a flirty giggle or a breathless sigh of his name, whilst he doesn’t mind the way your hands gravitate to tug on his boxers, he really… really, really just wants to eat your pussy.
The TV drones on in the background, some movie you’re both no longer paying attention to because Leon has you pressed back into the softness of the couch with his tongue in your mouth and his hips flushed against yours.
“You’re so hot.” He pants hotly into the kiss, already half-hard in his sweats as he drags his mouth along the curve of your jaw. “Can I go down on you, baby?” He asks so sweetly, lips brushing over the shell of your ear.
He feels you tense up uncomfortably underneath him, and he pushes himself back, enough to give you space.
“Hey, hey…” he trails off, letting you sit up a little as he rubs his hand over your thigh soothingly. “You okay? I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t-”
“-No, it’s not- don’t apologise, I just-” you struggle to put your words together, fighting against the sudden barrage of emotions that fog your brain up and leave you all tongue-tied, but Leon, the ever-patient man, doesn’t rush you.
“Take your time, gorgeous, I’m not going anywhere.”
So you take a deep breath and wet your lips. “No one’s ever gone down on me, m’just nervous, I guess.”
Leon's expression softens, his hand lightly squeezing your knee. “Nervous? What’s making you nervous?”
You feel your face flush. “You being all up in there,” you huff, and he chuckles, smoothing his palm down your shin, “and what if… I dunno… I taste bad?”
You cringe inwardly as soon as the words settle in the silence between you both, teeth biting down on the inside of your cheek.
“You won’t taste bad.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Well, I’m not doing it for the taste; I’m doing it because I want you to feel good, baby. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” He argues, tilting his head so he can meet your eyes with an annoyingly charming smile, “Besides, m’not expecting it to taste like birthday cake.”
You look at him, all shyly, watching as he drops a kiss to your knee, lingering. “You really wanna do it that much?”
“God, so fucking much, s’all I think about.” He groans playfully, propping his chin onto your kneecap. “But only if you want it too, s’no fun if you’re not into it.”
You shift a little against the cushions, giving him a tiny nod, heart hammering in your chest, “I want to, I do. can we just go slow?”
“Of course, you tell me if you wanna stop and we stop. No problem.” He promises, reaching out to gently tilt your chin towards him, “Yeah?”
“yeah.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and he leans in to steal a quick kiss before sinking to the floor with a big, dopey smile, blue eyes gleaming with excitement. He settles between your legs, gently nudging your thighs open, and your breath catches in your chest, heat pooling in your tummy as he slides his big warm palms up to your hips.
“Scoot that ass forward a little, baby.”
You sink further back into the crease of the couch, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watch him kiss the fat of your inner thighs before pulling back to shimmy your shorts down with a soft: “lift your hips f’me, baby. There we go.”
His blue eyes then flutter back up to you, hands squeezing your hips. “Ready?”
You nod your head, warmth rushing through your body.
“Words.”
“Yes, yeah, I’m ready. I’m good.”
“Good. Now let me see this pretty pussy.” He grins wolfishly, giving one last push of your legs to spread you open for him, your folds all slick from the earlier makeout session. “Fuck you’re dripping; you want my tongue all over your clit, hm?” He coos, hooking both your legs over his broad shoulders.
“God— yes, please-” you words break off into a whiny moan when he presses his face into your cunt, running his tongue through your plush folds and up to your pudgy clit. Your hands fly down to grasp his hair, hips tilting up into his mouth when he sucks on you, his hands massaging the fat of your thighs.
Leon hums at the taste of you, the sound muffled into your wetness as he runs his hot tongue over your sticky labia and back up your clit sloppily, practically making out with your pussy. “Mfmm, fuck— taste s’good,” he drawls out, already drunk on you and trying to press impossibly closer in between your thighs as you buck up into him, “that's it baby, fuck my face.”
You pant and whine above him, head tipping back against the couch as he slides the tip of his tongue over your fluttering hole, his nose nudging your clit. Your legs tingle, trembling over his big shoulders as he licks and kisses you closer and closer to your release.
“Leon, fuck— fuck m’so close… please.”
He hums in approval, pushing his tongue a little deeper to lick into your cunt with a rough moan. “Yeah? Rub your clit for me, baby. cum in my mouth… c’mon,” he begs, tongue-fucking your tight hole as your hand fumbles between your legs, rubbing circles over your sensitive bud, and it doesn’t take long until you're gushing all over his mouth, your cunt clenching around his tongue.
He pants heavily into your wet heat, pulling back just enough to look up at you— his lips and chin all shiny, covered in your arousal, resting his cheek against your thigh with a lopsided smile. “You taste amazing.” He murmurs, licking his lips with a chuckle as you roll your eyes at him with a soft laugh.
“Shut up.”
“Just like birthday cake.”
“Shut up.” you tell him again, giggling as he peppers soft kisses over the swell of your hips before letting him convince you to do it all over again.
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AN: I’m sorry if it’s bad I don’t know how to feel about it :(
di!leon being super annoying while you’re on a call. his hands are all over you and he keeps telling you to hang up so he could have you all to himself, but you push him away and all he does is hold you tighter and keeps kissing you until you give up and excuse yourself from the call. when you turn to scold him, all he has is a really cheeky smile on his face.
After coming back from his last mission, Leon takes you to the shooting range, even if he told you once he didn't want you to never hold a gun.Set immediately after RE9 events (spoilers ahead).
words: 1k
tags: ficlet, fluff, angst, reader's gender or age not specified, implied sex, established relationship (reader and leon are married), kinda moody reader, sweetheart husband leon, not beta read
A/N: a quick thing that crossed my mind literally last night. english is not my first language and I feel too lazy to check grammar mistakes lol, but I hope you like it :)
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“Don’t tense your body too much.”
“You’re too relaxed to be holding a gun.”
“Hands firm.”
“Loosen your shoulders.”
“Your feet are too apart.”
“Fix the posture, just like I told you.”
“Don’t bend your knees that much.”
“Pull the trigger confidently.”
“Be careful with the recoil. Hold the gun just like I told you.”
“You’ll need to learn to handle guns with both hands, in case something happens and you can’t use your dominant hand.”
“Eyes on the target.”
“I didn’t even see where that bullet went. Shoot again.”
“Now let’s practice with the rifle.”
Leon’s instructions had you dizzy. You’re trying your best to not complain, lowkey enjoying his gentle touch when he gives you instructions or fixes your posture. He still sounded meticulous, taking this training seriously.
But you’re not an agent. The circumstances where you met Leon are far from what he does for a living, but you accepted him with the life he has from the start. A life when there’s always the risk that he’s not coming back.
When Leon got sick, the anguish deepened, even if, ironically, he was spending more time at home. The black blotches started getting bigger, his hunch worsened, his hands started to get shaky. He looked tired, frustrated of not being able to have a normal life.
More than once, he avoided you at home, to the extreme of sleeping in the guest room a couple of times. He didn’t want you to see him like this. That caused more than one argument: it hurt to see your husband pushing you away. Eventually, you reminded him of the obvious: in sickness and in health, no matter what happens.
So when he left without explaining anything, you knew what was happening. Days before that, his body was withering even more. You were scared of not seeing him again. When you saw the news about the Raccoon City facility burning on TV, you thought of the worst.
It was almost dawn when you heard the door opening. After all these years married, you already even know how his steps sound when he gets into the house after a mission. You were curled up on the couch, covered with a blanket, your face all red, eyebags of how much you cried before falling asleep.
Now you cried again, hugging him tightly, checking with care his hands and his neck, fully cured. He tried to comfort you, telling you I’m here, baby, not going anywhere, it’s fine, reminding you how much he loves you, over and over again.
He was covered in dirt, blood, wounded and bruised. You were used to this, sewers odor included. You helped him take a bath, being careful with every wound, washing his hair, while he told you about his mission. The FBI agent he met, all the things he found out, the new reasons to mistrust the government. You went to bed, both sleeping soundly after days of uncertainty.
That weekend, Leon showed you with actions how better he was feeling. He didn’t let you leave the bed (to give you some rest and have the best sex you had after months of struggling moments), cooked your favorite dishes, watched his movies with you without falling asleep. Your husband was back, but something actually changed.
Days later, he took you to the shooting range. You’ve been here before, a couple of times, just because you were curious. He always told you he didn’t want to see you holding a gun. He didn’t marry you to drag you into his lifestyle. And you hate guns, actually.
So why now?
You felt slightly annoyed, especially because you sucked at it, even if you went twice a week. It took you a whole month to land a bullet in a stunt (barely). At that point, you were kinda done, the only thing keeping you here was that he took you to dinner after the training, helped you at night to go to bed if you felt sore, made love to you gently, telling you how good you did today.
It was worth it. But you didn’t understand yet.
One day, you woke up in an awful mood. Your way to the shooting range was in silence, you frowning looking at the window.
“What is it, baby?”
“I don’t want to go today,” you said, in an annoyed, embarrassingly childish tone.
“Hey…”
“Do you want me to join the DSO or something?” you snapped, upset.
Leon just sighed, and didn’t say anything. He knows you enough to be aware of the fact that giving you an answer, no matter how gentle it was, was going to annoy you even more. That’s how a potential argument starts. They’re not common at all, though. But when you get angry… You're really scary.
When you got to the shooting range, you stood on your usual spot. He fixed your hair, but looked at you, and held you tight. His hug felt heavily affectionate, endearing, like he was anchoring himself through you, making sure you were there with him. He kissed your temple, and approached your ear.
“I still don’t want you to hold a gun, never in your whole life,” he whispered, squeezing you gently. “But I want to make sure that you can protect yourself when I’m not around.”
He paused, taking a deep breath.
“I love you so much. And I hope you never need this. I’ll keep protecting you so you never find yourself in a situation like this. But… I’ll work hard to never lose you. And I’ll keep working so I can stay by your side, and grow old together as we promised years ago.”
You held him tighter. A few tears ran through your face.
“I love you, my corny man,” you murmured. “I’m so glad I married you.”
After giving you a soft peck on your lips, he looked at you, he dried the tears off your face. You smiled at him, now with a calm expression.
“Better?”
You nodded, happier.
“Good, good. Where are we having dinner tonight?”
“Nowhere,” you caressed his face, pinching one of his cheeks. “I want to go home and cuddle with you.”
His mouth twitched, pleased by your answer.
“Sounds like this is my lucky night,” he patted your nose with his finger, gently, and put you the hearing protection earmuffs on.
❀ your clingy needy boyfriend tries tricking you into staying home with him :> (yuji x reader)
“are you sureee i can’t join you, baby?” your brat of a boyfriend whined. his large palms squeezed the fat of your hips. “you look soo pretty”
“thank you honey, but i’m very sure yuji, it’s a girls night i promise i’ll be back by 10 tonight, kay?” you run your manicured hands through his pink strands “but babyyyyy, it’s still light outside you can stay with me for a little longer yeah?” he buries his head into the softness of your tummy. covering you in soft pecks with his mouth.
“yuji, it’s 6:30 our dinner reservations are at 7:00, i need to leave now babe” you slip from his grasp, grabbing your purse and lip liner
“please baby? i wanna eat you ou-“ you quickly cover his humongous mouth “yuji! stop don’t tease me, i need to leave.”
“you’re teasing me going out like that! i mean that dress is quite literally squeezing your ass.” he mutters the last part under his breath 
you roll your eyes, “baby i’ll only be a couple hours! maki and the others are waiting for me outside.”
“at least gimme a kiss before you leave…please”
he pulls you in by your waist, his soft lips press into yours. his large hands rome your body, squeezing anything he gets the chance to, his touch was hungry—no ravenous his hands wondered your body like he would die if he didn’t touch you.
he presses you closer to him, whimpering in your ear as he rubs his erection against your thigh “please stay…can’t you see that i need you more than they do”
“as cute as you sound…i can’t cancel my plans sweetie” you peck his cheek before heading out.
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you now were seated with your girlfriends, sitting next to maki and miwa, you feel your phone buzz in your purse
Thinking abt RE2R Leon seeing his gf in lingerie for the first time I bet his eyes would pop out of his head LOL
˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary ꒱ ˎˊ˗ RE2R!Leon Kennedy coming home after a long day at the station to his girl in a pretty lingerie set ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ he’s such a cutie oml
Leon is finally home after twelve brutal hours. The familiar sound of his boots thudding against the hardwood floor echoes through the apartment, sending an excited shiver down your spine as he makes his way through the halls, beelining towards the bedroom like a man on a mission.
“Baby, you would not believe the chase Kevin had me on today.” He groans seconds away from going on a full-blown tangent, then his breath catches in his throat, and he stumbles in the doorway— his eyes widening at the sight of you.
You’re standing there in front of the mirror, dripped in the orangey afternoon glow and pretty lace, looking absolutely angelic, and Leon forgets how to breathe for a good ten seconds because god he feels like one lucky man right now.
“A chase?” You ask sweetly, and he nods dumbly, mouth suddenly very dry.
He doesn’t speak; he can’t; all he manages is a small noise caught between a moan and a ragged sigh as he walks over to you, still wearing his police vest and heavy utility belt.
“It doesn’t even matter.” He breathes out, baby blues dragging along the shape of your perfect body. “You look— I mean— holy shit, you’re gorgeous, so pretty, baby.”
“Yeah?”
You blink up at him coyly as if you weren’t fishing for that exact compliment when you slipped into the lingerie set. You give him a shy little twirl, and he leans back to check you out shamelessly with a boyish sort of grin, his cheeks all pink. Then he’s suddenly fumbling with his gun holster along with his belt, dropping them onto the dresser with a thud so he could get his hands on you without his uniform in the way.
“Yeah, yeah, baby, such an angel. Can I… please?” He trails off, hands hovering over your hips, practically vibrating with excitement.
You nod once, and he’s instantly all over you, his warm palms dragging over the swell of your hips and across the curve of your plush ass, pulling you flushed against him with a groan— the sound low, rich with appreciation and very much happy, like a puppy who's been given his favourite treat.
“Leon-” you giggle, all giddy from his affection, fingers curling lightly into his biceps as he squeezes your ass, playfully toying with the thin fabric of your panties.
“Sorry, sorry. I can’t help it, baby.” He murmurs lamely, running his fingertips up your spine to play with the lace straps of your cute little bralet that cups your breasts perfectly. “Got the prettiest girl in all of Racoon City.”
You huff in fond amusement, hands cupping his face as he leans down to kiss your exposed collarbones, each smack of his lips sloppier than the last.
“Just Racoon City?” The question comes out teasingly, and he pulls back, face all flushed.
“No, the whole wide world, baby… hell, the universe.” He corrects himself with that charming smile, eyes fixed up onto you as he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees. “Wanna kiss you everywhere,” he confesses, already kissing down your soft tummy as his hands fall to squeeze your hips. “So damn pretty n’all mine, you make me feel so damn lucky.”
Without warning, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, brushing a feather-light kiss to the cute little bow on the hem of your panties, then another over the lace that covers your pussy. You gasp, hands grasping at his shoulders to try and stabilise yourself as he darts his tongue out to taste you through the flimsy piece of lingerie.
“Leon, you can’t go down on me here, m’gonna fall.” you huff quietly, a little amused, and he simply blinks up at you with those blue eyes of his.
“You won’t fall, won’t let you.” He promises, tilting his head to press a wet kiss to your inner thigh, “Wanna taste you through these pretty panties, then again without ‘em, can I do that, baby? Please? Had such a long day at work too, please?”
And how could you say no when he’s on his knees, begging for you?
જ⁀➴ Resident Evil Masterlist જ⁀➴ General Masterlist
⭑.ᐟ ────── 0.2k words, jean x reader, canon verse, f!reader (not pronouns used), skinship, kissing, established relationship, fluff, proofread but still may have errors.
“Can I get a kiss?”
“Only if you help me with this odm gear.” you were struggling to tighten the straps situated around your thighs.
“Fine.”
Jean rolled his eyes as if this wasn’t making his heart race.
His hands hovering over the straps, he looked at you for confirmation, you nodded, yes.
Once he finished he smirked,
“Where’s that kiss?”
You leaned in and whispered in his ear,
“Thank you!”
The teasing had worked, a pout was forming upon his face at being denied a kiss.
It was hard containing the laughter, he was cute when he was annoyed.
Jean huffed and walked away, he couldn’t believe you were being so stubborn over a quick peck. Feeling bad, you trailed after him.
“You know, that kiss you wanted is still up for grabs.”
You explained as you caught up to him grabbing his hand and turning him lightly around.
“I’m good.”
Arms crossed across his chest a pout plastered on his face. He could be quite stubborn at times. You placed a hand upon his shoulder. a gesture that you hoped would give him some comfort, even if what he was discomfited about was a small matter.
“Don’t be like this Jean, I was only joking.”
“Bad joke, [name].”
a smile played upon his face, arms placed upon your waist. foreheads touching.
“Now about that kiss?”
Giggling you leaned in,lips meeting, your fingers rested upon the curve of his jaw. Jean’s hands that lay upon your waist began to squeeze it lightly before they trailed to the small of your back and rested there.
⭑.ᐟ ────── authors note: I’m so sorry this one is really short I swear they’ll be longer the next ones. I fear Jean may be oc in this. Feedback is appreciated! <3
Tags: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader, no apocalypse AU, smut, loss of virginity (Leon), mentions of public sex (blowjobs), masturbation (male), fingering (f), cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie, and more!
Note: Hey!! It's me again, and I've finally brought y'all something from our beloved rookie Leon. I missed y'all so much, i hope u like it! >.<
Leon sometimes felt like a bit of a failure. I mean, he wasn't that bad. He'd managed to graduate from the academy, landed a job at the R.P.D. station, and his superiors were so kind to him that he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. Until those conversations came along.
He always felt that pang of jealousy when he heard his colleagues talking about celebrating their anniversaries or how their beautiful girlfriends welcomed them home with open arms after long days at work. And all he got was a secondhand bed in his tiny rented apartment.
The truth was, Leon Virgin Kennedy had never touched a woman. Not even in his teens. He'd never gotten beyond an awkward, tongue-tied kiss at some drive-in theater in his hometown because the girls quickly lost interest when they noticed Leon's shaky hands.
And now there wasn't much time for dates. His behavior was too clumsy for flirting, and he wasn't one of those tough guys who attracted girls easily. He just sucked. He sucked, until he met you. Ah, God had finally answered his prayers because you'd agreed to go out with him after his attempt at flirting in the station's copy room.
"Are you, uh—are you free Friday night?" The words had slipped out with a hint of confidence, despite his hand slipping on a stack of photocopies. You laughed, of course, but agreed. Leon was going to have his first date since arriving in Raccoon City (loser).
The night had passed easily with silly conversation and easy laughter, ending with both of you sitting in his Jeep eating ice cream after a cheesy horror movie. After that, you gave him a good, wet make-out session in the back of his truck. The date ended with a sweet wave from your door, and Leon went home with a painful erection, pink cheeks, and swollen lips.
But you didn't stop there; you were on a mission to ruin him. You'd steal glances at him whenever you crossed paths at work, shamelessly rub your ass against him as you walked past, and he'd fall for it every single time because he had to run to the station bathroom with an erection in his blue uniform pants.
You even gave him a blowjob in the station bathroom. His first blowjob, at his damn workplace. Poor Leon came too fast, one hand tangled in your hair and his free hand to his lips so as not to attract the attention of his coworkers. After that, he walked around with unfocused eyes, as if he'd been high for the rest of the day.
He felt like a horny teenager again, unable to control the thing inside his pants and desperately jacking off after every date, thinking about your lips around him. And finally, the day came when you decided to take pity on this man. After a date at his apartment, few glasses of wine, and a delicious dinner, you decided to pounce on him. He simply thanked heaven that you made the first move, because he could barely maintain eye contact. But there was no time to think when he had you on top of him, moaning softly against his mouth.
You both stumbled into Leon's room and collapsed onto the small bed, which creaked a little too loudly. Your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, arching your back beneath him in anticipation as you felt him settle between your legs. Your clothes quickly became just a pile on his bedroom floor. His sweaty hands didn't know where to begin, so he chose to touch your tits first, feeling his fingers tremble against the tender flesh as he timidly squeezed them.
Then you guided one of his hands to your pussy, letting him feel the wetness blossoming between your open legs. He looked at you in surprise, as if he couldn't believe you were like this for him. After showing him how to touch you properly with his fingers, how you liked it, and what rhythm, you pushed him down so he was lying back. You climbed on top of him, stifling a giggle at the sight of his eyes wide with anticipation and his eager hands exploring your sides.
"You're...woah—perfect." he whispered with devotion, reverently caressing your thighs. He gazed at you as if the stars hung before him, his eyes shining beneath those thick lashes. He swallowed loudly as he watched you take him in your hand and guide him to your entrance, rubbing the tip first between your wet folds. He could feel the tip becoming completely wet with your arousal.
The mere provocation made his eyes close and he let out a low, almost trembling moan as he reflexively lifted his hips. From this angle, you could see his Adam's apple swaying and his arms, large from workouts, tensing as he gripped your hips tighter. He had no idea how incredibly sexy he looked like this.
With a smooth motion, the tip of his cock slid easily inside your hot walls, which swallowed it with equal eagerness. "Oh, hooly shit—" He groaned, his mouth opening at the sensation, his gaze fixed on where his cock was slowly disappearing inside you. His body trembled slightly with pleasure as the thick head of his cock reached its deepness point inside you.
His fingers dug into your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or further away for the hot sensation of your walls tightening around him, letting him feel how wet you were, practically dripping all around him. His lips moved, but no words came out. He was already fucked just by being inside you.
You started to move, rubbing against him and teasing him before giving him what he really wanted. Although he was already breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, as if he'd run a marathon. But he was just trying not to come too quickly.
"You feel like fucking heaven, I swear..." he whispered as his pretty face crinkled in a grimace of pure pleasure as he felt you begin to bounce on him. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you continued to ride him slowly, letting him see how his cock was buried to the last inch inside you and how your breasts swayed.
His thumb moved closer to gently lift the hood of your clit, beginning to make slow, careless circles as you rubbed against him, making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure.
When the friction wasn't enough, you leaned forward to place your hands on his chest and begin to ride him for real. You rode up and down every inch of his member, letting him see how wet you were getting him before he thrust deep inside you again. Having him inside felt so good that, combined with the way your clit was rubbing against his pelvis, you started to feel like you could come in record time.
"Wait, slower—" he whimpered, a real whimper, as his impotent hips lifted to chase your greedy pussy. "I'm gonna come, please…" He whined again, as if he were about to cry. His balls were full and tight, ready to empty at any moment. He was so adorable trying to hold on for a few more seconds, but the wet squelching of your pussy and your sweet moans weren't helping at all.
"it's okay, I want it inside—Give it to me." You murmured, your voice heavy with need and your face hot from bouncing on his cock as if you wanted to squeeze out every last drop of semen he had. All he could do was chase your lips, trying to kiss and hold you as he came completely, his hips contracting to push until every inch was inside, his balls buried deep. The sensation of his cock throbbing and shuddering inside you triggered your own orgasm, making you come around him with a small, muffled sob.
His moans were muffled in your mouth as he tried to hold you still, feeling you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm and catch your breath after filling you completely, feeling his hot load begin to overflow even with him still inside.
"I think I died and this is heaven." he whispered breathlessly, drenched in sweat, holding you tightly in his arms and inhaling your tousled hair, as if he needed you like he needed air. And maybe he did, because this man was already addicted and he wasn't going to let you go soon.
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can’t stop thinking about sleeping with rookie leon !!!
he makes sure you have enough of the blanket to cover your body, or goes as far as to tuck you in before rolling next to you in bed. checks your glasses of water on each night stand before turning off the light.
if one of you can’t sleep, leon is willing to chat for a while. literal nonsense. how your day was, how his was, what you had for lunch while he was at the station, would ramble about missing you like crazy.
cuddling cuddling cuddling, tons of cuddling.
i picture leon as the type to give you tons of kisses on your nose, tucking your head under his chin and caressing your back.
“today felt 72h long… i couldn’t wait to leave and come home to you,” he mumbles timidly.
even if you two have been together for a while, he can’t really stop blushing and his heart can’t stop racing whenever you two are like this.
he’s so damn sweet. if it was for him, he’d never leave your side. like a puppy. he kinda is your puppy, i think you have him wrapped around your fingers.
if he’s not too tired, he’ll wait for you to fall asleep first, even if it takes forever and he has an early shift in the morning.
if he is too tired, you can witness his puppy face relaxing and enjoy watching him sleeping – he snores lightly, too.
Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you see, out of the corner of your eye, a man standing in the doorway of your bedroom. He’s just a black blur of shadow at first, but once you spin around on your heel, your pupils adjust and the details fall into place. Blonde hair. Broad shoulders. A face that doesn’t belong on earth, specially crafted for myths and epics of old.
“Woah.”
“Shit, Leon,” you spit. “You scared me.”
With a palm placed over your heart, you begin to feel the beat slow as you catch your breath, reminding yourself that you’re safe, even safer now with him home. He lingers in the doorway, dress shoes planted on the threshold as he leans against the wooden frame, just watching, his eyes flickering over your form.
“What’s all this?”
His gaze cuts to the bed, where a few formal gowns are tossed across the comforter, bags and tissue paper scattered along the floor. He crosses the room, stepping toward the edge of the mattress, fingers grazing the assortment of textures and colors.
“My cousin’s wedding is next week. I’m a bridesmaid, remember?”
“Ah,” he says, mouth falling open. “I thought you all had to match each other–like the same color or something.”
He plays with the skirt of one of the dresses, a chartreuse chiffon fabric–a color that is very popular this year à la the saleswoman who helped you pick it out. You’re not convinced.
“Not anymore. Apparently it’s all the rage these days to have a mis-matched bridal party. Something about pinterest, I don’t know.” Your voice trails off as you head back to the standing mirror in the corner of the room, taking another look at the gown meeting your curves. It’s hot pink, the color an immaculate complement to your complexion, yet the shape is a little matronly.
“You look beautiful,” he says, contacting your eyes in the reflection. “I like it.”
Oh, Leon, you think. “It’s a little frumpy.” You smooth the fabric over your hips, officially signing the veto order. “Help me unzip?”
He nods, approaching from behind, hands immediately finding the zipper between your shoulder blades. Instant relief courses through you as the fabric releases from your skin. A knuckle brushes up and down your spine before Leon helps guide the sleeves down your arms.
“Try on another one,” he commands softly at your ear, hands returning to the balls of your shoulders to squeeze.
You pull off the pink dress entirely, putting it back on the hanger and in its respective garment bag and into the ‘no’ pile. Leon paces back and forth around the bed, surveying the array of gowns, eventually deciding on which one he wants to see you in next, pointing to a shimmery gold dress with thick straps and a bandage-style body that is sure to hug your every curve. There’s no surprise why he picked that one.
He helps you slip into the gown, crouching by your feet, holding the skirt open for you to step into, gliding it up your calves, your thighs, your middle, aiding you in pulling on the straps.
“Gorgeous,” he says with a smile, spinning you around, dipping you back to plant a long, savored kiss on your lips. “But I don’t think this is the one.”
He lets you back up, and you glance at him from beneath cinched brows. “Why not?” You turn your head to the side to catch your figure in the mirror across the room, taking in the way the fabric conforms to the slope of your hips, the length of your waist. A strong contender. “I think it looks great. Really great.”
With you still caught in his arms, Leon holds you close, his hands sneaking down your back, landing on your ass, squeezing. “Yeah, but isn’t the number one rule of weddings not to outshine the bride?”
the rain pattered against your bedroom windows. the ambiance it provided was all you could hear, aside from the frantic thrum of your pulse. leon smelled of fresh laundry and your shampoo. his hands were warm as they cupped your face.
you had practically pounced on him after his shower. his hair was still damp and his skin tender from the hot water. but you couldn’t help but press your body against his.
his touch was gentle, almost reverent as he pressed his forehead against yours. his blue eyes stared into yours, as if he were trying to look into your soul. but then his lips connected with yours again, growing deeper as it shifted from tentative to something heavy and desperate. it didn’t take long before you were both stumbling backward toward your bed.
he breaks away for a second, breathless. his eyes were dark and clouded with a mix of adrenaline and arousal. leon looked at you, then his gaze flicked to the shelf behind your head.
a row of plushies stare back at him with beady, plastic eyes.
leon pauses, a red flush creeping up his neck. “hold on,” he muttered.
“leon? what’s wrong?”
he doesn’t answer. instead, he reaches out for the stuffed bear and pivots it 180 degrees. then the frog. then the hello kitty. one by one, until they’re all facing the wallpaper. leon sinks back down above you. his hands gently hold your face as he kisses you softly.
“they don’t need to see this,” he whispers, a shy smile tugging at his mouth. “private business.”
before you can tease him, his kisses began to trail down your neck, making it very clear that he’s done talking.
Hello, I have a leon request! Hear me out on leon being a bit shy to take his clothes off despite loving intercourse with his s/o because he doesn’t like his scars or certain parts of his body so his s/o notices this and they try clothed sex 😋
a/n; love love love!!! clothed sex is just soooo🤤 idk from experience, so I could be delusional, but it just seems either amazing or terrible, yknow?! anyway. thank you for this!! I hope I do the idea justice 🙏🏻 I wasn't sure which era you wanted, but I think I kept it vague enough, so any era should work!
sum; leon's insecurity strikes at the worst time, and in a burst of desperation, an idea and solution are found effortlessly.
content; clothed sex, dry humping, riding, some body worship, leon is insecure, light nipple play, subby!leon
wc; 2k
You'd been naked in front of each other countless times. Being together for so long, it only made sense, right? Well, sometimes, especially after not being intimate for so long, Leon could be a little... unsure, to put it gently. Not unsure of you or his desire, but of his own body.
Tonight was one of those nights. Ten minutes into making out and groping and gently coaxing you into his lap, he froze up when your hand moved under his shirt. He stopped, breath shaky as he looked down and gently stopped your wrist. You halted, leaning back.
"What's wrong?" You asked quietly.
"I.. maybe we should hold off tonight." He looked to the side, eyes low as he swallowed thickly.
Leon wasn't one to deny intimacy, even when he was absolutely exhausted. So you prodded further. "What's the problem? Did I do something?" You asked again, moving your hand and bringing both palms to cup his cheek and tilt his head to look at you.
"I just.. I'm not sure I feel great. Yknow, visually.." he trailed off, words vague and brief as his gaze darted down again.
"Oh, baby," you purred softly, leaning forward to kiss his nose. "I know you get a little worried about your body sometimes," you paused, thumbs soothing over his cheekbones. "but I promise, on my life, there's no reason for it. You're fit, healthy, and you've got a whole story mapped out on your pretty body. Scars, moles, your cute little freckles." You leaned down to kiss the freckle between his collarbone and his adams apple, making him snicker at your gentle words.
"I love you," he murmured when you lifted your head. He pushed forward for a kiss once more, tugging you tighter to his body.
"If thats the only reason you don't feel up to it, there's two ways we can fix it."
"Mmh?" He hummed curiously, leaning back as you shuffled down a little, hands resting on his belt.
"We can stop and relax and wait for another time," you hummed, slowly undoing his belt. He didn't stop you, but he gave you a look to seek more information. "or we can keep it all on, get in a little dry humping action, and if you wanna keep going, I can just ride you with your pants pushed down a little."
"Ooh," he breathed, looking between you and your hands on his half undone belt. "You really know how to convince a man.." he muttered.
"Only when it comes to you." You grinned.
"Yeah.. yeah, we can try that." He nodded, swallowing harshly once more as he pulled you to have your heat pressed directly against the girth of his erection in his pants.
"You want me to do the work?" You asked. He blinked.
"I-i can. If you want. Whatever you want." He sputtered quickly, assuming you'd been teasing about his assumption of you being on top longer.
You giggled. "I'll stay here for now. Just stay comfy. If at any point you feel at all compelled to stop, just say the word, and I'll be off of you before you can blink."
He nodded again, body relaxing beneath you as he leaned back against the headboard and pillows, sighing quietly. His ease was sharply interrupted by the warm, burning sensation of you grinding down against his boner. He squeaked slightly, brows furrowing as he dug his nails into your hips. You continued, hips rolling slowly with a firm enough pressure that you could feel enough, and he could feel more than enough—just how he liked it.
"Oh," he breathed, eyes fluttering with struggle to stay open. "Fuck, th-that's really good." He shuddered, his legs tensing as he leaned forward to grab tighter around your waist as he bucked his hips into yours.
"Mmhm," you hummed, one hand coming to tangled into the hair above the nape of his neck, tilting his head back and kissing him deeply. He choked on a moan as you dragged back and forth. The kiss turned sloppy within seconds, and you couldn't help but laugh softly at how easily his brain turned to mush for you.
"Breathe, baby," you reminded him, feeling his breath catching and holding as he leaned his chin against your chest.
"Sorry." He squeaked out, breathing shakily as he grabbed your hips more firmly, trying to take a little control with the pace and rhythm.
"Can't have you passing out on me before you've even been given a reason to feel that good." You teased sweetly, making him whine and hide his face again.
"But it feels so good." He groaned, the sound pitchy and drawn out.
"Does dry humping really get you that close?" You snickered.
"Maybe." He muttered, only to shiver and swallow harshly. You slowed to a stop, only for him to perk up and tilt his head. "Why'd you stop?" His voice barely above a whisper.
"Because I didn't work you all the way up just for you to cum in your pants before I'm even halfway there."
"'M sorry," he curled around you, groaning in embarrassment. "It just felt really good."
"We've got all night. There's no need to get it all done during the foreplay." You soothed, scooting back slowly and pulling on his waistband. You finished undoing his belt, tugging his zipper down and gently tugging at the fabric of his pants and boxers. He lifted his hips slightly, and you managed to pull the fabric down just enough that his cock sprang free and you pushed the waistband of his boxers down to where it rested just beneath his balls.
You lifted your skirt, grabbing Leon's hands and having him hold up the fabric as you pulled your panties to the side. He watched, eyes darting between your face and the show you were putting on just for him. His grip tightened on your skirt, knuckles turning white as you propped his cock upright and hovered over the drooling cock head. He looked up at you, lips parted with soft breaths leaving his plush, kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh, you're so cute," you mused, watching his face as you lowered yourself onto him. The tip was enough to make his face contort, a squeak pulled from his throat as he quivered in response with a pitchy 'fuck' rolling off of his tongue.
You eased your way down, all too satisfied with the way his entire body surrendered itself to you, trusting with his mind, body, and soul. With you fully seated on his cock, he fell back against the pillows, breath uneven and stiff as his cock twitched inside of you. You tried to start grinding slowly, only for him to dig his fingertips into your waist.
"Not yet. I might—" He exhaled, head falling back. "I might embarrass myself if I don't breathe for a second."
"I'd rather you cum in me than your boxers." You teased. He huffed, pinching your side lazily.
"Cruel, cruel woman."
"I'll show you cruel."
Leon didn't have time to process your words before you were already lifting and dropping down with enough force to have him bust right then and there. He cried out, gasping slightly at the first bounce.
"Fuck! Okay, n-not cruel. 'M sorry!" He whined, holding you down with as much strength as he could maintain in such a weak moment.
You laughed a little, only to apologize through slow, shallow bounces and grinding back and forth. The change made it much easier for him to readjust and relax. He melted under you, his grip easing.
"You still don't want your shirt off?" You asked, hands creeping under the fabric. He whined, shaking his head no. You retracted your touch. "Can I still touch?" You asked, palms resting just below his well-worked pecs. He nodded, looking up at you as he nudged your hands upward, letting you know that touching was still on the table. You grinned at his actions.
On the rare occasion that Leon let you take this much control, it was always a delight to see how he'd respond to the things he did to you. Like how he'd grope and pinch and pull at your nipples or sometimes even use them to keep his mouth busy. Given the fact his shirt was on, you resorted to the hands-on approach. You worked him up with some slow circling of your thumbs around his nipples, and when he closed his eyes, you picked up the bouncing with deeper strokes and began to gently pinch and twist his nipples. Nothing that would hurt him, but with just enough pressure to make him whimper.
"Hah—ahh, shit," he breathed out a small laugh, brows knitting together tighter.
"Touch me, baby. C'mon, don't make me do all the work by myself." You cooed, gesturing down to his hands. One hand quickly found its way downward between your legs, his thumb effortlessly meeting your clit as you fucked yourself on his cock, pussy fluttering at the reciprocation of stimulation. It was your turn to mewl and whimper, head falling back as your hips bounced and ground against his touch with every drop of your hips.
"F-fuck," he choked. "M-mmmm—might not make it," he whined, eyes struggling to stay focused and attentative in the moment.
"God, just a little more, please." You mewled, head falling back as your hands worked his nipples with pinching and pulling and rolling, his body pliant and willing for you.
Leon tried, he really did, but with you growing closer, tightening and clenching and pulsing around his cock and using him like a fucking ragdoll, he found himself drowned in pleasure. He could only sputter out an embarrassing 'cumming!' before his body jolted and tensed, a ragged sob leaving his lips. His dick twitched and throbbed as he spilled his load into you, relief flooding his nerves and his muscles as he fell limp and twitchy beneath you.
You followed quickly, his thumb still working on your clit as you eased into softer bounces and slower grinding, ending up at a perfect peak for your pleasure to throb through your nerves. You came to a stop, breathing heavy and shaky. Leon was absolutely done for. Ruined beyond comprehension in the moment. He shivered when you lifted yourself off of him, dropping beside him and cuddling up against him as your skirt dropped back into place, panties still notched to the side.
"Maybe being insecure isn't so bad." He rasped lazily, leaning into you and wrapping an arm around you.
"Shut up." You laughed, rolling your eyes as you wrapped an arm around his waist, head turning to kiss his collarbone over his shirt. "You know you're sexy, scars and all."
"You say that because you have to." He murmured.
"No, I don't. I'm saying it because I love you, you're amazing, and you look amazing—even when you don't feel like it." You insisted, kissing his jawline before you sat upright. "Shower together or alone?" You asked.
"Uh... I.." he hesitated, stammering as he sat upright and shifted to curl into himself.
You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you reached to cup his cheek. "I'll go start the shower, and if you feel like it, you can join me. If not, you can shower after me. Okay? You okay with that?"
He nodded, smiling lightly as he leaned into your touch. "Thank you."
"I'll be back." You mused, shuffling out of bed. "Care to change the sheets while I'm showering?" You called over your shoulder as you began to undress while leaving the bedroom to the bathroom.
"On it!" He stood from the bed on shaky legs and worked his way to change the sheets.
dawn’s opine ; my sweet kennedy how i love you so. i’ve been working on my reqs to the people reading this DON’T WORRY i’m doing them but in my standards they aren’t good enough. these fics are just to fill the gaps in.
0.4k , fluff , slightly suggestive , rookie!leon , roommate!leon , no raccoon city incident
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IT WAS PRACTICALLY INSTINCT. leon was the most comfortable man to ever get on top on.
it was midnight. the door was locked, the windows were locked, the tv was on despite him telling you a few hours ago that you should conserve electricity to make the bills easy on the eyes.
then there was the blond himself.
arms sprawled, a leg off the couch, and his mouth slightly open and breathing heavily. he looked so… cute.
so you walked up to him, took a picture of his snoring face, before placing your phone face down on the coffee table. you placed your knees just on the side of his thighs, the cushions dipping under pressure, essentially straddling him.
hot, but you didn’t know if leon was into somno. that would be for another time.
you placed your whole weight on top of him and tucked an arm under him. a little 'oof' could be heard when you plopped.
"[name]…? jesus you scared me…" he groaned sleepily. his arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you warm and close. "don’t worry about it… tired, sweet boy?" you whispered close to his ear, he could feel the warmth of your breath hitting his neck, and his hitched a little. "yeah… work’s been getting hectic. people are crazy during rush hour." he mumbled.
leon was so adorable, you were actually getting cuteness aggression. "sucks. hope you’re okay." you told him and kissed his cheek. he laughed softly. "thanks. it really helps knowing that you’re here with me."
you continued to lay in silence. leon fell back asleep fast, but he was leaning closer to you each time, searching for your comfort like a blind puppy.
puppy.
yeah, that was exactly him. he could deny it as many times as he wanted, he was still a puppy. no wonder you got cuteness aggression.
you ended up softly biting his cheek. leon woke up again at the sudden stretch of his cheek.
"oww, what was that for…?" he grumbled, brows furrowed and confused, but you just smiled. "you’re so cute, leon. you don’t understand." you reasoned.
poor baby, you were making it feel like he was in a fever dream. the only thing in his head was "why did you bite me?"
though in the end, leon always let you have it your way. "m’kay…" he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing you in and placing his hand under your shirt while the other stayed on the back of your head.
you ended up biting his neck too. it left a hickey, but you didn’t tell him.
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