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[papaleon]

the urge to set up a cnc scenario with someone who is willing to dress like a las plagas infected Leon Kennedy who can't control himself and just needs to breed my fertile pussy over and over while threatening me with his weaponry is immense

[papaleon]

Like Fire From the Heavens

RE2 & RE4 Leon Kennedy x afab!reader (no use of y/n)

summary: This got away from me tbh - drabbles of RE2 & RE4 Leon enjoying overstimulation

wc: 709

18+ MDNI pls this is just straight up p w/o p

content: p in v, creampie, fingering, handjob, overstim, implied breeding kink (i am physically unable to write leon without it), leon is a switch (he simply contains multitudes)

a/n: my writing is still rusty, these are just short little headcanons as I try to get better with smut, perspective, and characterization. I appreciate you reading! <3 It's kinda proofread, all mistakes are my own!

RE2

You could feel Leon’s breath shudder as you squeezed more lube over his flushed cock, pink and weeping from your ministrations. You had Leon leaned up against your front, his head tipped back against your shoulder so he could mouth at your jawline as he tried to buck up into your fist. 

You’re gonna come for me again, isn’t that right baby? You cooed at him. Leon was flushed all the way down through his chest, sticky come painting a picture of the evening over his stomach. 

Y-yes please angel, can I? You could tell Leon had reached the end of his rope, hips jerking as his body battled between chasing his orgasm or escaping the oversensitivity.

You smiled softly at his pleas. You always enjoyed seeing Leon let go, loved being able to take care of him in a way he refused to admit he wanted, out loud. 

Last one baby, your grip got a little tighter, where do you want it? 

Inside, Leon answered immediately, barely letting you finish the question. 

Okay baby, since you asked so nicely, you shuffled out from behind him, helping him situate himself so you could swing your leg over, settling over his hips. Leon’s eyes sparkled with want as he raked his eyes over your body. His hands coming up to pull your hips down as you lined his weeping cock up with your wet hole. 

Those same pretty eyes were screwed shut as you sank down on his length, Leon’s hips immediately snapped up to fill you up completely. 

You knew he was holding off his orgasm for you, waiting for your permission, but you decided you had tortured him enough for one evening. Go ahead baby, you spoke softly, come for me one more time. 

It only took a few shallow thrusts to have Leon follow through, sharp little ‘ah, ah, ah’s sounding like they were being punched out of him with every thrust. You made sure to milk every last drop from him, his whole body going lax when you finally freed him. 

Good boy. 

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RE4

Leon growled under his breath, low and deep, as he fucked into you relentlessly. The slap of skin and the obscene sound of his come and your slick coming from where you were connected echoed loudly in the otherwise quiet room. You could just make out Leon’s features in the dark, his brow furrowed in concentration. If you had more sense in that moment, you’d pull him down to kiss you. 

You had your ankles hooked over Leon’s back pulling him in deeper, fingers digging into his biceps as you tried to keep yourself grounded. The sounds, the sensations, it took over your mind, leaving little room for coherent thought. You trembled as the fire in your belly burned brighter, back arching off the bed as you lost yourself again. 

Fuck, Leon groaned above you, his hips losing any semblance of rhythm as he pushed into you once, twice, cock as deep as it could go. You’re still so t-tight f’me, milking me dry, he spoke through gritted teeth as his own orgasm ripped through him again in a way that seemed borderline painful, warmth painting the walls of your cunt once again. You knew he chased that feeling of overstimulation, knew he liked testing his own limits, and who were you to deny a man on a mission like Leon?

You loved nights like these, ones where Leon found himself in a particular mood. Nights where he challenged himself to fill you up to the brim, to treat you to as many orgasms as you both could handle, putting himself to work in as many ways as he could. He’d never admit the quiet part out loud, but you knew he loved watching his come drip out of you, loved the possessiveness that sparked in him, loved knowing he had claimed you inside and out. 

No one else could fuck you like this huh? He’d say, thick fingers fucking his own come back into you as he brought you to your nth orgasm of the night, his spent cock twitching weakly at the sight. Who else could fill you up like this over and over? 

No one, only you. 

[papaleon]

I'm Still Full of the Love You Want

pairing: RE4R!Leon Kennedy x afab!Reader

wc: 2.4k

summary: Leon has come back from Spain and, on the advice of his therapist, he's learning to associate the bad memories with something good. That something happens to be you.

content: leon gets cuffed, p in v, oral (reader receiving), no protection (wrap it up guys), i just replayed resi4r and i can't get over leon being chained to the ceiling (inspo), leon is a good boy

18+ MDNI, this is literally just pwp

a/n: please be gentle, i haven't written fic in years, this post has a lot of my writing firsts including the perspective and the smut. it has been sorta proofread, all mistakes are my own. enjoy! <3

Leon let out a deep groan as you moved to straddle his unclothed thighs. The handcuffs you had just finished latching to the headboard clinked as he tested their strength. See, Leon had just returned from his mission in Spain. He was, of course, tight-lipped and bound by a very intimidating NDA to keep the details quiet. But, even though he wasn’t able to share the grisly details with you, you could read Leon like a book. He always wore his pain, anger, and anxiety in his eyes, as much as he’d hate to admit it. 

Right now though, his face only told of pleasure, and that was enough for you. You offered him a soft smile as you ground down onto the meat of his muscular thigh, pressing down just enough for him to feel your want. 

“C’mon baby, please.”

Leon’s work mandated therapist, Dr. Woolf, had recommended he work to associate the horrors and trauma he’d experienced with something positive. You were certain that Dr. Woolf did not intend those new associations to be with sex, in fact you had a few qualms with the whole thing but it was the only thing that seemed to help Leon. After years of witnessing the love of your life suffer with his own memories, day and night, you figured you’d do anything to help him. 

So here you both were, blue moonlight kissing warm candle light as it danced over both of your bodies. You had just finished stripping Leon down and cuffing him, wrists over his head, after a very lengthy discussion about limits and how this tied back to Spain. 

This wasn’t that bad, baby, I swear. You had stared at him as he spoke, looking for any hint of a lie. My gear was taken and we were chained to the ceiling. It could have been worse. He smirked at that. You had feigned indignation and lightly smacked his chest. This you could deal with. You knew he suffered much worse but you tried to leave your worries unspoken. 

He looked beautiful like this though, you thought as you ran your eyes over him. Leon Kennedy certainly had a reputation that preceded him. A rookie cop turned hardened agent, a bit of a sarcastic, stoic dickhead if you pissed him off, and a selfless protector. Someone you would want on your team but certainly never wanted to get on the bad side of. But you knew more. He had lived through so much strife and hardship, he was hidden behind years of trauma and survival instincts, but deep down he was a person who longed to be cared for and understood. You were more than happy to give that to him. 

“Darling, I need-“ Leon’s request stuck in his throat, hips kicking up, cock jumping as you ground down hard against his thigh. The pressure on your clit pulled a small sigh out of you. You started to pick up your pace, riding his thigh in earnest now. 

“What do you need, hmm?” You smiled wide at Leon, his hands flexing as he tried to move to touch you. He let out a frustrated groan. 

“Need to see you, s-since I can’t touch.” You dropped your eyes, scanning over Leon’s naked body, still covered in scars and healing bruises. Your gaze stopped at his cock, hard and lying up against his toned stomach. You could see how flushed the tip looked, slick pre-cum dripping, pooling where his cock met skin. Your mouth watered, you simply couldn’t help it. A very vocal part of you wanted to lean down, lap up his mess and take him into your mouth. Later, you promised yourself. 

You, of course, were still dressed. You wanted to give Leon a show. These ‘re-associations’ were to be as involved and lengthy as possible, Dr. Woolf had mentioned. Anything to give Leon’s mind more incentive to replace the bad with the good.

“You wanna see me?” You teased as you ran your hands along your body, fingers teasing under the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing - stolen from Leon’s drawer.

“Fuck, yeah please l-let me see you angel,” Leon nodded fervently, his words were starting to slur together slightly. You always liked seeing Leon lose his poise and control, your strong-willed boyfriend squirming and begging underneath you. It didn’t happen often but you relished in the moments Leon would let you in like that, let you take care of him, show you his trust. “…shit baby you look so good in my clothes.” 

“Okay baby, you’re such a good boy for asking.” You smirked as you swung your legs over to kneel next to Leon, needing to remove your lounge clothes. He whined and bucked his hips at the loss of contact, your own slick shiny and cooling on his thigh. Leon just stared at you hungrily. He’d been so patient for you, so good, so you teased the hem of the t-shirt before pulling it off in one quick movement, dropping it off the side of the bed onto the floor. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Leon’s eyes darted to your chest, taking in the sight. You blushed lightly. Leon always looked at you like he wanted to devour you whole, like you were the only other person in the entire world, like he loved and desired nothing more than you. Wanting to hide your blushing cheeks, you leaned down quickly to kiss him, chaste and soft given the current circumstances. The chains rattled again as he moved to reach for you. 

“You’re so good to me,” You whispered as you sat up to pull your sleep shorts and panties down and off. You shuddered as the cold air met your soaked cunt. Leon went slack jawed, his cock jumping slightly off his belly. 

“‘Course sweet thing,” his voice was gruff, filled with want as he stared at your dripping core. You discarded your shorts onto the floor next to your top before moving to straddle Leon’s hips this time. You firmly dropped down to drag your slick cunt against Leon’s cock, the tip bumping against your clit. Leon moaned low and deep, his look of shock immediately replaced by his eyes rolling back into his head. Your own breathing started getting ragged, you wanted nothing more than to slip him inside but you had to control yourself, you really wanted to do this right, to make this last. 

“C’mon baby, ride me,” Leon’s hips pushed up, attempting to slide in whenever you bucked your hips forward. You shuddered, slowly but surely losing the will to tease. It was especially hard when Leon was looking up at you like that, like he was about to cry. “W-wanna make you come.” 

“Yeah?” You groaned loudly, losing the rest of any willpower you had before reaching down to line up his thick cock with your dripping hole. You slammed your hips down hard, a sharp smack mingled with the loud moans of you both. It burned, the sudden stretch, but that didn’t matter when Leon filled you up perfectly, you just couldn’t help it, you craved that feeling. You could see a flash of frustration in his eyes as you slowly started fucking yourself on him. You could feel him shift beneath you, feet planted on the mattress so he could find his own pace. You leaned forward, back arched as your chest met his as you tucked your face into his neck. 

“Thank you,  thank you, thank you-“ Leon chanted softly, groaning as he thrust up into your tight, wet cunt. The sounds were obscene, you felt impossibly wet, Leon’s pre-cum mixing with your slick. 

You finally gained your wits enough to push back into his thrusts, angling your own hips just right so each thrust hit the right spot. You had heard Leon wince as your nails dug into his shoulders, but it barely registered as you barrelled toward your own orgasm, hanging onto Leon like a lifeline.  

“Gonna … gonna come baby, you’re gonna make me come,” you felt Leon’s cock throb inside you as his own thrusts grew erratic. “Unlock the cuffs f’me darling, wanna touch” he squeezed his eyes shut, and let out a sigh. You stilled your hips, leaning over to the nightstand to grab the small key. Leon took advantage of your position to lap and bite at your nipple. You leaned into the sensation.

“L-leon please,” you reached over to unlock one of the cuffs finally allowing Leon’s hands down. He remained limp, pliant under you. 

That is, until you unlocked the second cuff. 

He pushed himself up quickly, slipping out of you, rolling you both over until he was firmly planted between your thighs and had you pinned down by your wrists. You were about to whine from the emptiness when you felt him slide back into you, bottoming out in one quick motion. 

Leon set a frantic pace from there, pushing your knees together and leaning over to press them to your chest, his eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows furrowed as you took him even deeper. You could feel the tip of his cock nudge against your cervix with every thrust, sending small sparks of pain through your abdomen, but it only made the fire in your belly grow hotter, made your skin tingle all over. 

“Ah, ah, ah, fuck, Leon!” You bit through gritted teeth, losing all the poise and confidence you had when you controlled the pace. Leon’s fingers intertwined with yours and you held on for dear life, unable to do 

“so fuh-fucking good for me baby, taking me so well,” Leon moaned. It took all the energy you had left to open your eyes just to see Leon lean closer, his soft hair falling over his brow and his jaw locked, willing every bit of his body not to let go yet, he wasn’t done with you. He leaned even closer to kiss you. “You were meant to take this cock right? Only you. Your pussy is so tight huh, angel? Fuck you were made for me weren’t you?” 

All you could do was nod dumbly, squeezing your eyes shut as the fire raged inside both of you. Leon was relentless, fucking into you hard and fast, like a man starved, every thrust hitting the perfect spot inside you. The pressure was building, and you couldn’t really hear what you were saying anymore, you were just babbling about how perfect your cock is, and fuck me, I love you. 

Leon’s pace started to falter, just as you felt your orgasm approaching, but that didn’t matter, as you felt him move to pull out. But you simply couldn’t have that. “No, no, no, no! Come in me Leon, baby, please!” You whined, squirming underneath him. “Wanna feel you, puh-lease, fuck!” 

Leon growled lowly, “You want my cum darling?” There was no more teasing as he lined his cock back up with your puffy, fucked out cunt. Yes, and please, fell out of your mouth like a chant even before he was finished the question. 

“Come in me please, Leon, ‘m close, so close.” And who was he to deny you a single thing? Leon grunted as he started up his brutal pace again, only managing several more thrusts before slamming into you, bottoming out, as he fucked his cum deep inside you. You clenched hard at the throbbing warmth, your soft, tight cunt milking every last drop out of Leon. 

“That’s right, good baby. Take it all. So good just f’me, hmm?” You moaned, nodding weakly, still trying to push your hips against his. The fire raged on in you, your cunt was begging for release. 

“Wanna come, make me come Leon, please, need it.” You whined, putting on the best pout you could manage. Leon chuckled lightly at the sight before pulling out and letting your legs down gently. You were about to complain when Leon leaned in to leave kisses all over the column of your throat, down to your breasts and over your soft stomach before he laid himself down between your legs. 

Your hands reached out to tangle in his hair as he started suckling little marks in the crease of your thigh, so close to where you needed him. 

“Duh-don’t tease,” you whispered, tugging lightly on his strands and bucking your hips up, hoping he’d take the hint. And so he did. You felt yourself melting into the mattress from the very first slow drag of his tongue. Leon seemed content fucking his cum even further into you with his tongue. You sighed and moaned and the fire in your belly burned bright again. You felt his fingers run their way up the inside of your thigh. He pushed two fingers inside, replacing his tongue, crooking them and fucking you, hard and fast. You felt the pressure building quickly, and your cunt squeezed down hard. 

“Gonna come Leon, you’re gonna make me co-“ Leon chose that very moment to latch his mouth over your poor, neglected clit and suck. You finally felt that heat snap as you came, gushing out all over Leon’s hand and face. He continued fucking you through it, the wet sounds positively obscene as your sensitive cunt twitched and dripped. Leon didn’t stop until you were twitching from overstimulation. You had to drag his face away by the iron grip you still had on his hair. He winced lightly as he moved up the bed to drape his body over you. “Sorry,” you whispered, easing up on his hair, followed by “Thank you.” 

“No, thank you!” Leon said as he nuzzled into your neck. You both just laid there, panting for a while, locked in a warm embrace. You dozed in and out of sleep, waking just enough to feel Leon starting to move his hips and feeling something warm and hard pressing up against your thigh.

“Really Leon?” You mumbled, amused. “Already?”

Leon just chuckled, pushing himself up to lean over you and line his hips up with you again, slowly sinking back into your wet, warm cunt. “Can you blame me?”

[hellfireghoul]

Partners, Roommates, Best Friends

RE4!Leon x f!Reader

Summary: Yourself and your partner Leon have just returned back from a harrowing mission overseas in Spain. The both of you are severely affected by what you'd seen out there, both developing insomnia that only the other can seem to cure. You share a job, a home, a friendship, and now a bed.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni. Smut.

Words: 3.8k

Notes: This is pure filth tbh nothing much more to add lmao apart from I need help

You and Leon had been partners for the past two years. Partners, best friends, roommates. Everything you did, you did together. There were pros and cons to this of course, the pros being the two of you knew every little thing about each other, and the cons being that you knew every little thing about each other - hence knowing how to get on the other's last nerve. However frequently that may happen, tonight was not one of those nights.

It had been just short of two weeks since you’d both returned to the U.S, after being on an assignment in Spain. It had been the hardest thing you’d ever experienced in your career so far. You didn’t need to have a conversation with Leon to know he felt the same. The tired faint expression on his face, and once shining blue eyes now dark and glazed told you a story without having to ask. The two of you had barely spoken about it since getting back. It was kind of an unspoken rule between the two of you usually, to never really talk about work. You assumed this was a fairly normal thing, wanting to keep work at work. The only time you and Leon ever discussed anything related to your jobs was when you both needed to. Sometimes it was good to debrief, after all the information was strictly confidential but seeing as how you were partners, it didn’t prevent you from talking about it freely to each other. Just one of the perks of being partnered together you supposed. 

This hadn’t happened this time though. Instead you’d both simply gone about your daily lives, but both much quieter and more subdued. You noticed Leon was much more clingy, he wanted to be close to you at all times. This wasn’t completely out of character, but the intensity flagged up with you almost immediately. It started on the first Monday night since you’d gotten back on the Friday. Curled up watching a movie and he’d suddenly come and shuffled up close to you, and gently placed his arm on the back of the sofa and asked if it was okay. As soon as you’d nodded, his arm was draped around you and pulling you tight to his chest. 

That’s when it started, and then it turned into hand holding whilst eating dinner and buddying up to go to the laundry room. Which then progressed into naps together on the couch during the day time. You knew full well neither of you slept at night. This wasn’t typical friend behaviour, friends didn’t hold hands having dinner or cuddle on the couch but, it’s what you both needed. 

The clock had just struck twelve am as you climbed into your cold sheets on a damp and drizzly Friday evening. Two weeks since your return, and every time the silence fell and you closed your eyes you were back there again. Spain. 

You couldn’t escape it, it was like running from a never ending nightmare playing on a loop in your brain. You’d been staying up for as long as you could, hoping that when you finally settled into bed you’d be tired enough just to switch off and sleep. You were always too hopeful. And always wrong.

You tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity, any tiny disturbance making you jolt your eyes open and jump. Something hit the window with a crack that made you almost rise two inches off the bed. You shot up, your hand immediately outstretched reaching for the pistol you kept in your nightstand drawer. 

Your fingers gripped around the cold, heavy metal until you saw the loose bit of tree branch hanging from the window awning. Your chest relaxed, and you cursed under your breath at your own stupidity.

Everything made you on edge nowadays, even though you knew you were safe at home. You couldn’t be any safer if you were completely honest with yourself, knowing that Leon slept a mere door across from you was a huge comfort. Slept is a loose term, you would bet money on the fact he wasn’t asleep at this moment in time. However, he did almost act like your personal guard dog, whether you were on the job or doing your grocery shopping together.

The rain grew heavier outside, the pattern on the windows normally added to a serene atmosphere, the ambient sound usually lulling you into a peaceful sleep. It wasn’t working its usual magic however, you feared nothing would.

Sighing, you flung the sheets off you, determined to swallow your pride and do what you should’ve done two weeks ago. You needed a good night's sleep, and the only time you could ever get some sleep lately was during the day, wrapped up with your roommate. It was pathetic really, you thought to yourself. You’d never been this affected after a mission before, and you’d seen some gruesome shit, but this past assignment had been something else entirely for the both of you. You’d witnessed Leon almost die a million times, and those memories flashed up every time you closed your eyes and then continued like a reel you couldn’t turn off in your nightmares. In your dreams you weren’t there to save him, you were simply a helpless onlooker. You just had to stand there and watch.  

Wrapping your arms around your body in response to the chilly air, your bare feet pattered across the wood floor as you crept out of your dark room. You eased the door open gingerly, trying to prevent any loud creaking as you slipped through the gap and into the hallway. Leon’s bedroom was directly opposite yours, and you hesitated for a moment at the door, trying to listen for any soft snoring that indicated he may be asleep. The last thing you wanted to do was disturb him if he had by some miracle managed to drift off, he was a light sleeper and you knew the second you opened his door he’d be awake in a flash. 

Listening for a moment, you were met with complete silence, so you decided to go ahead and gently twist his door handle. Leon’s room was in complete darkness, apart from a slither of moonlight that cast a stripe across the room from the tiny gap in his curtains.

You crept in as silently as you could, making sure to close the door behind you with a gentle click. You saw movement from the bed, a shadow sitting up and you heard Leon sigh from the mound of sheets. 

“Hey, it’s only me.” You whispered. “Sorry if I scared you.” 

Leon exhaled a deep breath from his nose, and sat up from his bed, leaning over he pulled the curtains back a tiny bit more, revealing more of the room under the moonlight. You could see him now, and you were very grateful it was still dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were blushing. He was sitting on his bed, shirtless and in pyjama shorts that hugged his hips in a way that made you want to stare. You’d seen Leon almost naked plenty of times and it never failed to cause a blush to creep up your cheeks. 

“No, you didn’t don’t worry. I heard you get out of bed. You can’t sleep either?” Leon muttered, his voice low matching your whisper.

“No.” You responded, glumly.

He sat back properly in bed, and pulled the covers back, patting the mattress. Neither of you spoke, instead you simply obliged, silently accepting his offer by climbing under the sheets, the unoccupied side of the bed cold and crisp. Leon adjusted, shuffling himself so he was propped up on one arm and you lay on your back staring at the ceiling. Your shoulder was grazing his torso, and the warmth radiating from his body was exceedingly comforting. There was a lingering, but comfortable silence. Just being in one and other's company helped to relax the other. 

“A tree branch scared me.” You suddenly said into the darkness.

“A tree branch?” Leon asked.

“Yes, it hit my window and I nearly had my gun out and everything. I’ve never felt so stupid Leon.” You huffed, and laughed humourlessly at yourself.

“I get it, I’ve been on edge too.”

“When d’you think it will stop?” You whispered, more seriously. 

“I dunno, I really don’t know.”

Leon sighed, and brought his free arm over both your hands that were resting on your stomach. You froze a little at the contact, and Leon picked up on it immediately, because of course he did. He was so ridiculously in tune with your mannerisms and moods, he practically knew how you were feeling before you did. Leon immediately retracted his hand.

“Sorry, ‘there something wrong?” He asked, tentatively.

You took a sharp, shaky inhale of breath. Nothing was wrong with what he just did, and you weren’t sure why you’d tensed up like that. You and Leon were touchy most of the time, especially in the recent weeks, but it was in a friendly, overly comfortable way. Or so you’d convinced yourself. But there was something about lying next to him in his bed, bare skin almost daring to touch and feeling the heat radiating from his bare form that had everything feeling different. You suddenly felt as if you had nowhere to hide. You couldn’t play off a subtle touch as a friendly gesture. Everything felt all the more intense. 

“No, no. It’s okay.” You reassured him, and you turned to face him, one hand tucked under your head as you met his gaze. 

“I’m just tense, is all.” You smiled weakly, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours. 

“You won’t mind if I do this then?” Leon asked softly, as he rested a palm on your side and squeezed reassuringly. The contact felt comforting but was stirring up something else inside you you weren’t ready to address quite yet.

“I can’t stop the nightmares.” Leon said, suddenly. His confession shocked you slightly, he wasn’t one to share much, even to you. He’s gotten more generous over the years when it came to giving you an insight into his psyche, but it was still a rare occurrence that shocked you whenever it happened. 

“You too?” 

“Yeah,” Leon chuckled dryly, devoid of any humour. “You wanna talk about it?”

You sighed for a moment, and were very aware of how he’d begun tracing small circles on your thigh with his calloused thumb. You hesitated for a minute, before saying, 

“I see you die every single time I fall asleep.”

Leon didn’t respond for a second, he was clearly processing what you’d just said but didn’t seem to be phased by your confession. His thumb was still tracing small circles.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, sincerely.

“I’m just terrified I’m going to lose you Leon.” You breathed, through a well of tears forming. What you didn’t know, was Leon had the exact same nightmares, except it was you he couldn’t save. The words broke Leon’s heart, and the hand resting on your thigh soon applied some pressure, pulling you in closer to him so your bodies were flush.

“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart, I promise.” Leon soothed, and kissed the top of your head firmly whilst you found yourself sobbing into his chest. 

“I can’t stand the thought Leon, it scares me so much.” You sobbed quietly against his skin, and all he could do was whisper small “I know,”’s and “it’s okay I’m not going anywhere,” as he stroked your hair.

He gripped you tight, and it took you a  moment to gain your composure before you were gazing up through teary eyes at the man next to you. 

“What about you? What do you dream about?” You asked, your voice hoarse. Leon paused for a moment, contemplating your question and how to phrase the answer. 

“You. The same situation but in reverse. I’m not fast enough or I’m not close enough or I’m not good enough, and I lose you.” Leon answered honestly, and your eyes softened but your brows knitted upwards in an expression of guilt and sadness. 

“Oh, Leon…” was all you could muster as you stared at him. “I’m not going anywhere either.” You gave his arm a gentle squeeze, and that was how it started. Before you knew it, Leon was leaning towards you and placing his lips on yours. He kissed you gently, his lips feather light on your own as he cupped your jaw to tilt your head up to him ever so slightly. It was like something clicked. You knew you’d always felt something for Leon, but you’d always feared taking it that step further, fearing it would ruin what you had or that it just wouldn’t feel right. But this, this felt right. It felt natural, normal.

You took initiative, deepening the kiss by propping yourself up on one elbow and pinning his chest flat to the bed with your other hand. Leon responded almost immediately, his hands finding your hips and tracing lines up your back as you hooked a leg over his waist. You were lost in the moment, the taste of him completely addictive as you entangled a hand in his hair, earning a low groan from him that caused heat to pool between your legs. Your hips began to move involuntarily, grinding gently against him that caused you both to shudder.

Leon held his hands against your shoulders for a moment, breaking away from the kiss and he pushed your hair out of your face.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed, his pupils blown out in lust and his lips pink and wet. It was a gorgeous sight. You didn’t have the chance to respond before he was pulling you back into the kiss, but this time, he angled you in such a way that meant he could flip you on your back. He towered over you, his hair brushing against your face as he peppered doting kisses along your jaw.

You sighed, suppressing a moan as he worked his way down your body. He reached your breasts, and he looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Leon asked, his gaze never leaving yours. You nodded, and Leon wasted no time continuing. He lifted your his old shirt with ease, taking one of your breasts in his mouth and sucking gently. Your hand shot into his hair, intertwining your fingers in the strands and giving them a gentle pull to encourage him to be a little rougher. He got the hint, his other hand massaging your other breast applying a pleasurable amount of pressure whilst his mouth and tongue got to work sucking and biting your nipple. You desperately wanted to touch him, but your hands had no chance of reaching where he needed you in the position you were in. You reached between the two of you anyway, your fingertips just about reaching the tip of his waistband, indicating what you were desperate to do. Leon pulled his mouth away, causing you to mewl slightly at the lack of contact. He moved your hand away and gently placed it back at your side, not taking his hand away yet like he didn’t trust you not to move.

“I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” Leon spoke in a rough, low voice that sent your head spinning. 

He continued down your body, placing kisses along your stomach before settling himself on his front and parting your legs. The way his breath felt against your clothed pussy made your skin flush hot. Leon hooked his arms around your thighs so they sat on his shoulders, and began placing more doting kisses along the inside of the soft flesh.

You tried your best not to squirm as he fingered the line of your panties, pulling the now soaked fabric to the side to allow him access. He groaned slightly at the sight of you glistening wet for him. 

“Fuck baby.” He hissed under his breath, before placing a sloppy kiss on your clit making you gasp as shockwaves of pleasure rippled through your stomach. He placed another kiss on your clit, harsher this time causing your legs to clamp together. Before you knew it, Leon was back up on his knees and pulling your underwear fully off now, seemingly growing impatient with the fabric.

All bets were off the table now. Leon returned to his position on his stomach and threw your legs back over his shoulders, burying his face between your thighs and getting to work with his tongue. Your senses were completely overloaded, all you could think about was Leon, and a string of his name rolled off your tongue in throaty whispers as he sucked and licked in all the right places. Your hand shot to his hair once again, combing your fingers through the strands to massage his scalp. It was a desperate plea for him not to stop. You pulled on the strands which made him groan again, the vibrations reverberating against you which intensified everything he was doing with his tongue. You gasped, sitting up slightly and opening your eyes to see his stare fixed completely on you, drinking in your responsiveness. He was determined to please you, desperate to know exactly what you liked.

He pulled away for a second, his thumb immediately going to rub small circles on your clit as a substitute for his mouth. His blue eyes darted from you and back to your centre, before he sunk a digit inside you causing your jaw to fall slack. 

“Oh my god.“ you breathed, your head falling automatically back onto the mattress, and you heard Leon chuckle lowly.

“You good, sweetheart?” He said, lowly.

You just about managed a nod, your eyes still closed and mouth slightly agape as the coil in your stomach began to wind tighter with every touch. 

“Use your words baby.” 

“Yes, yeah-“ You breathed quickly, eyes shooting open, fearing he might stop. Leon chuckled softly, before his mouth was back on your clit and he added a second finger that caused your back to arch involuntarily off the bed.

Leon curled his fingers upwards, hitting that spot inside you that caused you to lose all sense of self.

“Fuck Leon, right there oh my god.” You moaned, and you only got louder as his fingers got faster, working you with expertise you weren’t used to. You were so close, the feeling in your stomach building and building until it finally snapped. A string of cries escaped your lips as you finished, Leon’s hand pressed down on your stomach to keep you still as he continued to finger you through it. 

You were still coming to your senses before you even realised Leon was now kneeling in front of you, lining himself up with your entrance and pumping himself a few times as he teased you. Your head shot up from the mattress when you realised what he was doing, and you immediately whined, reaching down between the two of you to impatiently guide him to sink into you.

“Eager much?” Leon smiled, his voice low and rough and it continued to make you dizzy. 

“Please.” You begged with doe eyes up at him, but he just laughed softly and took both your hands in his, proceeding to pin them above your head with one hand whilst the other stroked his cock again. 

“Stay like this for me, sweetheart.” He breathed against you, before pushing into you painfully slow. He stayed still for a moment, and you both moaned as he bottomed out inside you. 

“Please start moving.” You whined.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Leon breathed, his right arm still pinning both your wrists above your head and just like that, he was snapping his hips into yours at a rate that was fatal. The sound of your wetness and his hips slapping into you filled the room. The gasps and moans that left your mouth as your jaw fell slack once again were obscene, you were propping your head up slightly, watching as he pounded into you and it made your head swim.

“Dirty girl, like to watch, do you?” Leon whispered through panting breaths as he continued to fuck you senseless. All you could do was pathetically nod, as your eyes rolled back and you let the pleasure overtake you. The familiar tightness was building again, you instinctively snaked your hand between the two of you and began circling your clit. Leon made a noise not dissimilar to a growl, as you clenched around him at the additional pleasure of your clit being stimulated.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “Look at you, going all dumb on my cock.” Leon brought his other hand up and rested it around your throat, squeezing gently and this almost pushed you over the edge. You fluttered again around his cock, earning a low moan from his lips.

“You like my hand around your throat like this, baby?” He got the hint, you fucking loved it. He squeezed slightly harder on your neck as his pace increased, fucking you deeper than you even thought possible as the head of his cock kissed your sweet spot with every thrust. 

You were a mess, writhing beneath him, eyes rolled into the back of your head and babbling nonsense as your climax grew nearer. Leon was close too, his thrusts becoming more stuttered and inconsistent. Your noises got even louder as you gripped onto the arm that held your throat, the pleasure now becoming overwhelming and the band in your stomach snapped again. Another string of cries, mixed with a mantra of Leon’s name left your mouth as you came, the spasming and squeezing around him triggering his own orgasm. 

He emptied himself into you, groaning your name and panting into your ear as he slowly fucked you through your orgasm as well as his own. After a moment, he slowed almost to a complete stop before sliding out of you and laying on his back. The two of you lay there, getting your breath back and coming down from your highs. 

“Why the fuck haven’t we been doing that this whole time?” You said after a few moments. Leon laughed, his broad chest rising up and down as he did and you still couldn’t help but stare as a sheen of sweat glistened on his skin.

“I don’t know, maybe because we’re both idiots?” He grinned, resting his hand on his stomach whilst tucking the other one behind his head. “I’m sorry if I was a little rough back there.” 

You frowned, turning to face him now.

“Not at all. It was fun.” You reassured him, taking in his beautiful face as he still remained laying on his back, glancing up at the ceiling. 

After a moment, he broke the silence. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t strike you as the type to get off on choking.” 

Your mouth opened in shock and you slapped his arm playfully, and Leon just started chuckling and turned on his side to snuggle into you, his laughter was infectious and you couldn’t help but join in. 

“You tired?” He said, lowly.

“Not really.” 

“Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

-

[venomvalley-deactivated20250612]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠;

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: After a chance meeting with the woman in red, Leon shows you why your insecurity is completely unwarranted.

words: 3.3k

warnings: 18+ only

notes: this is a mashup of two very similar requests.. have not written smut in months… cannot believe this man broke my dry spell

You feel sick. Nauseous. Something bitter and acrid—jealousy, you believe—poisons the aching well of your chest.

Ada Wong in the flesh. In that dress.

He looks at her like she controls gravity, like she wanes moontide, like nothing else matters. 

You feel sick. He chose you in the end. No, no, no—you thought he did. 

Years of radio silence, some unspoken no-contact rule torn to shreds. She’s back, a ghost in red, and she ensnares him. It’s over. You know it.

“How cute,” says the woman, in her high heels and manicured nails and styled hair. She drops from the windowsill and joins you inside the bedroom. Beautiful and dangerous and you fully understand her appeal. It’s why your hackles rise like you’ve been threatened. “I admit, I’m surprised to see you here. With another woman, no less.”

Leon steps back upon her approach, spares a glance your way before regarding her. “Why are you here?“

“I have my reasons.” Ada then turns to you, gaze razor-edged and calculating. “By the look on your face, I suppose my reputation precedes me.”

You imagine yourself bathed in insecurity, a smell thick enough to catch on the wind. She’s admirable to a painful degree—intelligent, mysterious, beautiful, witty. Traits compounded by the physicality of her presence.

She is your opposite.

She is everything you’ve always wanted to be.

He was hers once upon a time. 

And you hate her for that. 

“You’ve been mentioned once or twice,” you say, mirroring the guard of her own posture. A lot less elegant in practice. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“I promise, I came here to take one thing, and it isn’t Leon. This time, at least.”

At this, the mentioned man moves. Silent, if not for the thud of his boots upon the floor. He presses a hand to your shoulder, urges you back toward the door.

“Never again,” he says to her, and the gravel in his voice gives you pause. Skips your heart a few beats.

Ada feigns a grim frown, halfway to a pout. “You used to be fun.”

“I won’t play your game anymore. We’re done.”

“You always say that.” She turns to you one final time, sauntering backward toward the open window. “He always says that, dear.”

With a red-painted smile, she steps onto the balcony and disappears into a realm of blackhole shadow. 

Silence festers in her wake. The nausea returns tenfold. Leon jolts you back with a grip on your upper arm. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. We’ll finish this, and then we’ll talk.”

The serum is returned to one Chris Redfield at a BSAA base an hours’ drive away. The way Leon talks, he’s an important man, but you have more important things on the mind.

Things that you sift through at the paid-for hotel early into the night.

Leon returns some time between questioning your entire relationship and self-flagellation. He finds you stretched out beneath the sheets, in a bed too cold and empty to tolerate.

“I didn’t mean to be gone so long,” he says, perching upon the edge of the mattress to untie then toe off his shoes. “We just started talking and—“

“It’s fine.”

His boots thump to the floor. “You’re mad at me.”

“Not at you. Myself.”

“Why?”

Many reasons. Mainly, “I just… I don't feel good enough for you.”

His gear is already off, thrown carelessly to the end of the bed. He’s obviously tired, exhausted even, but your brain’s been half-eaten by dulcet words and every time you blink you see nothing but red. Red dress, red nails, red lips.

“Don’t let her do this,” he says, crawls across the sheets and plants himself at your side. Hovers over you by the brace of an elbow. “She’s good at what she does. I would know.”

“I’m sure.”

He huffs out a joyless laugh and curls a large hand about your neck. Your pulse drums against his palm. “Listen to me. There is nothing she could say to pull me away from you.”

“She’s everything I’m not.”

“I don’t give a shit. There’s no comparison, no competition. It’ll always be you. Do you understand that?”

You lean into his touch, close your eyes at the tender caress of his thumb over your jaw. “I know. I just—I second guess myself sometimes.”

“You shouldn’t.” His kiss warms your cheek, then he pulls away to sit up. “I’ll be right back. Gotta shower.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

He leaves to the adjacent bathroom, and the buzz of running water lulls you into a doze. 

When the door opens, he’s bare. Fluffing his hair with a towel. Sorting through a suitcase filled with folded clothes on the dresser, skin a golden glow from the lamplight’s cast. His back still drips wet, and you climb out of bed to finish what he started.

When you take the towel from his hand, he glances over his shoulder, smiles soft as you trail the fabric down his spine. 

Beautiful. Yours.

“You always forget your back,” you say, press an open-mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

Your arms circle around his waist, flesh warm and soft and sweet-smelling against your cheek. “I never can.”

“My point exactly.” He loosens your grip and turns, fits a hand beneath the hem of your shirt. Furrows his brow in thought, maybe worry. “What you said earlier. Feeling like you aren’t good enough.”

“What about it?”

“I’d like to prove you wrong. If you’ll let me.”

You would let him do anything he wanted. Not that you’d ever admit such a thing out loud. 

But the anticipation adds a heaviness to your breath and a surge of electricity to the pump of your blood.

Yes. Yes, absolutely, yes. 

“I would love that.”

He continues his ritual of stripping you. Shirt, sleep shorts, underwear. An act of reverence, soft in the way he coaxes you to bed, whispers against your skin, roams loving hands over curves and dimples and scars. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, back pressed to the sheets, head cradled by a fluffed-up pillow. 

He soothes a hand over your forehead, looks at you all low-lidded and delicate. “For what?”

“I had a moment of weakness. I know that—that she doesn’t mean anything to you now.”

He kisses you then, an appetizer of quick pecks, a palm rising over the swell of your ribcage. A simmering heat coils in the pit of your stomach, makes you fist a hand in his hair and dig fingers into the curve of his back.

His thighs move to bracket your hips, the change in angle folding your legs up toward your chest. He’s solid against you, all hard-won muscle and dizzying weight, taut in the legs to keep himself still. His length twitches against your lower belly, rests heavy and hot against your skin. 

“Leon,” you breathe, shifting your grip to just above his knee, a span of giving flesh that you can squeeze when you feel as if you might fly away.

He noses just beneath your jaw, trails open-mouthed kisses down the slope of your neck. Suckles at the skin, just shy of bruising damage. Gooseflesh rises, stands the hair at your nape on end, and you force a cheek into the pillow.

He pulls away, hovers over you. “What do you want?”

Your head whips around to glare at him, and you almost seethe upon witnessing the teasing grin on his face. “No. Fuck you, we’re not doing that right now.”

“Well, fucking you is kinda the end goal here. Gotta work up to it, though.”

You hate that his jesting cracks your irritated exterior. You hate it even more when your face begins to heat. You hate it even more when your lips bloom into a giddy smile.

“Fine.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You shove at his shoulder, and he takes the hint to roll onto his back. Splays out, bares himself for you. The lamp’s orange bloom subdues his features, and you gaze upon him, the hard—

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but you can do a lot more than stare.”

He reaches for you with a greedy hand, fingers sliding up the inside of your thigh, and a bolt of arousal twitches your hips toward his touch. Then he retreats, and you follow as if he’s leashed you. Throw a leg over his hip, seat yourself on his lower belly. 

“Higher,” he says, voice thick as honey, hands tight around the fat of your hips.

Your brain short-circuits a moment—all the blood’s been pooling between your legs—before you realize what he means. And you bite back a chest-deep groan. 

Sit on his face. 

The higher you climb, the further down he moves. Meeting you halfway, an anticipation that sends his hands shaking against the back of your thighs.

“Don’t do that hovering shit,” he says, a borderline groan, and you twitch as the heat of his breath fans between your legs. “I want you to sit. Got it?”

You’re fit to faint. He’s checking all your boxes and he looks so pretty beneath you. Hair a halo of spun gold upon the pillow, eyes dark and intense, lips pink and spitslick and perfectly inviting.

You card fingers through his hair, tug hard—hard enough that he groans, that his head tilts back at just the right angle. And you sit, just like he ordered you to. 

“Like this?” you huff. The wet heat of his tongue laves against you, over you in firm, long strokes.

His eyes close, brow knotting in focus, and a sharp squeeze to the top of your thighs serves well as his answer.

You understand now. What devotion looks like. The appeal of idolatry. He licks into you and keens so low your legs numb with static. You untangle your hand from his hair to balance yourself against the headboard, and thank fuck he truly meant ‘sit’ because your knees quickly give out in a white flag surrender to the eagerness of his mouth.

He lifts you easily, just enough to free his tongue, just enough for him to curl slick heat over the bud of your clit. His mouth begins to suckle, tongue shifts to flicking, and you almost drive your face through the headboard. 

“Oh god, fuck—“

Your breathing staccatos and your thighs shake and heat coils in the pit of your belly and he shows no sign of stopping—

Nonono not now. Wanna wait. Gotta have him inside you.

“Leon, stop.“ You push against the weight of his hands and he relents. Cushions your backward fall atop his chest. Pants deep and open-mouthed, soothes large, warm hands over the slope of your waist. He presses wet lips to the inside of your thigh and waits for your breathing to slow. For his own.

“Goddamn,” you breathe, scoot yourself down the line of his body and brace your hands on either side of his head. “Sometimes I forget that your mouth is good for other things besides getting on my nerves.”

He licks the slick from his lips and cups both hands over the curve of your ass. “One’s a job. The other’s a hobby.”

If not for the current state of your brain—utter mush—you would’ve shut him up. But he has you in a playful mood, and the sight if him all fucked-out and messy does very, very bad things to whatever braincells still survive between your ears.

“Which is which?”

“If you can’t tell, then I need more practice.”

The words force a laugh from you, and his responding smile gleams with pride. Reverence. Idolatry. You understand now.

“I love you.”

You lean forward to kiss him and taste yourself heady on his lips, smooth both hands over his chest, down the planes of his abdomen, reel back to fit yourself over the hard length of his cock. Hot and thick and fever-red at the tip. Your mouth waters, remembers the weight of him on your tongue, the breathy moans that wash over your skin when you tease the plush head. His taste.

“Later,” he says, groans deep in his chest as you grind against him until the steely flesh glistens wet. “Let me guess, you want me to beg.”

With a greedy smile, you cant your hips, catching your clit against the tip of his cock. Over and over and over again, and your head lolls back upon the approach of orgasm. The noisy schlick of each glide.

“What’ll it be?” you pant, gaze down at him through low-lidded eyes.

He wrestles with the difficulty of composure, face flushed, chest heaving, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

A simple call of his name, a reminder of your offer, and he acts. Shoves you sideways off of him, onto your back, and pins you there with a hand pressed flat to your sternum.

“That’s not fair.” You frown in false upset, even though his precum leaks onto your belly and you part your thighs in invitation. One he gladly takes. 

“I thought I was supposed to be doing all the work.”

 “I was having fun.”

He presses a burning kiss to your lips, licks into your mouth and forces your head back into the plush of the pillow.

“Teasing’s only fun when you’re the one doing it.” His voice lowers to a grumble, a threat that twitches your hips. 

“So you get it now.”

“Trust me, I get it. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

He leans back on his haunches and smooths a hand over your belly, between the swell of your breasts, and curls thick fingers around your throat. A lingering pressure, a barely-there touch, a display of power. 

You shudder at the contact, meet the simmering shadow of his eyes, and welcome the seek of his hand between your legs. 

“So beautiful,” he whispers, sinks two fingers into the wet clench of your heat. “Fuck. So perfect. So good for me, aren’t you?”

A strained noise chokes at the back of your throat, and you break eye contact to shut your eyes. The praise lances through you, rips your composure to shreds, and the perfect rhythm he fucks you with—god he knows just how you like it—leaves you whining each time he fills you up.

“Yeah. So good for you.”

“Then open your eyes.”

The hand about your neck tightens, just enough to catch your attention, enough to make you obey.

“I want you to say it. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Another squeeze, a kiss of danger, toeing the threshold into lightheadedness. A touch that you lean into, welcome, embrace. His thumb rises to caress circles over your clit, and you can’t help but whine. Can’t help the impatient buck of your hips.

“Fuck, okay—anything. Anything.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slicks them up and down his length. Fits the plush head against the entrance of your cunt. 

“Tell me you’re good enough.”

“Leon—“

“Tell me you’re good enough, and that nobody else matters, and that it’ll always be you.”

He’s serious. He’s serious and if you don’t say it he’ll leave you like this and you can’t let that happen. 

“I’m good enough, and nobody else matters, and it’ll always be me.”

“That’s my girl.”

An aching pressure as he slides into you, a slick heat that slackens your jaw. You reach for him, a need borne from comfort in consummation, and he fits a hand between the curve of your back and the sheets, presses firm atop you. He noses at your neck, right beneath your jaw, and begins a slow, deep rhythm with his hips.

“Love you so much,” you whisper, arms tight over his back, palms trailing the expanse of soft skin.

“Love you.”

He kisses your pulse. The pillow beneath your head shifts as he fists a hand in the fabric. Holding himself back. Allowing you time to adjust. 

It’s sweet and lovely and kind, but you need more. Always more of him. Whatever he wishes to give you.

“Leon, c’mon.”

He grumbles out his dissent but captures your lips and increases his pace, forcing a low moan from your throat.

“Was trying to be romantic,” he grits out, and you try to manage a response but the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix and the headboard rocks against the wall.

Besides, there’s nothing more romantic than getting your needs met. A good orgasm. Being worshiped by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

With one hand, you brace against the headboard, and the other draws tight circles over the slick swell of your clit.

You clench around him, and he gifts you his first moan of the night. A tight, throaty sound that leaves your belly pooling with heat.

“More of that, please,” you pant, and he laughs, breath fanning over your cheek.

The noisy glide of his cock, the weight of his body, the flowery smell of his hair—you’ve been consumed by him, by the state of your senses—all Leon, only him, always him.

The knot in your belly coils tighter, and your fingers circle faster, and your breath begins to heave, and he rises onto his hands to thrust harder, slide deeper and—

You’re gone.

His face twists up as your muscles tighten around him, and your ribs halt their breath as waves of pleasure lap over you. He fucks you through it with a choked-off moan, sliding wet through sensitive nerves, veleveteen flesh, pulsing muscles. There’s a messy gush to his thrusts, and you truly think that you might die via orgasm. A drawn-out, overwhelming affair, only ceasing when he drives in to the hilt and grips hard at your waist and whines long and low. 

He jerks inside you, curls in on himself, and you caress both hands down his tensed forearms to ease him through it. Run a hand through the softness of his hair.

Beautiful, so smart and lovely and strong and funny—yours.

Always yours.

He collapses onto his elbows, huffs out an exhausted sigh, and pulls out. Rolls onto his back beside you.

Both of you spend a worrying amount of time collecting yourself—steadying your breath, re-routing the blood to your limbs, lowering heart rates.

After a long few minutes of white noise silence, of his spend leaking onto the sheets, you sit up with a groan and turn to look at him. “Well, I think you proved your point.”

He smiles at you, a sunny gleam of teeth that tenders up your insides. Turns you soft, putty-like.

“I also have to shower again.” The roll of your eyes has him laughing and reaching for you, a hand that brushes pebbled sweat from your nose. “I’m joking.”

“You always know how to ruin the moment.”

“Maybe, but it makes you laugh.”

He’s right and you know it, and he knows you know it. Especially when a smile blooms on your face.

“Okay, maybe you’re right.”

He’s been right about a lot of things lately. His feelings for you, first off. The best way to validate his love. 

When you think of red, your blood doesn’t boil. Your throat doesn’t burn from bitterness.

You understand now. It’s in the past. She is. A piece of him, a memory that will always be there, but still, only a piece.

Nobody else matters. It’ll always be you. 

He rises from the bed and waves you over, helps you stand when your knees threaten to buckle. You glance back at the crumpled sheets, at an area darkened and wet.

“Hey, Leon?” He answers you from the bathroom, just before the shower turns on. “You’re sleeping in the wet spot tonight.”

[knifefightandchill]

RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE (2023)

mendez flinging leon around like a sack of potatoes

[sarahs-secrets2]

oops!

[emahriel]

thank you for coming to my ted talk