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[postersofleon]

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-> INTRO: Adult, mostly inspired RESIDENT EVIL fics; updates are currently very slow

-> i don't write for many. it's mostly leon. i don't write like "dark" fiction, and if i feel necessary to trigger something. i'll write it down.

-> mostly all of my reader inserts are afab fem, but you request for a different one. i don't mind writing one

-> requests are very slow. like terribly slow, but not forgotten. i have bad writer's block.

masterlist. [here]

[postersofleon]

fucking loser i wanna fuck [♡]

[arquiiva]

how would re9!leon fuck you?

he’s an old man now, so don’t expect him to be coming at you with the same stamina as he used to.

his back will seize painfully, his hips will lock, his breaths will come sharper. his arms strain when he tries to hold himself above you, the veins bulging deliciously. inevitably, he’ll fall down, letting his head just rest in the crook of your neck.

but of course, that’s not to say that he still doesn’t fuck you mean. like he always has. like he always will.

he likes to have one arm wrapped around your back, manually arching you into him. he likes to keep his other arm against the mattress, hand gripping yours painfully, or clenching the pillowcase between his fingers so tight that his knuckles turn white.

and he loves to fuck you rough.

it’s not all that fast—god knows if he went as fast as he used to, his damn hip would pop out of place. so he makes up for his lack of speed with hardness. his hips meet yours in cruel, firm thrusts, rocking your entire body up the bed—your head hitting the headboard so often, you fear a concussion.

and his pace might not be quick, but it’s consistent. for a good bit, he could go just like that—strong hips pushing against yours, tip abusing your fucking cervix, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of your spent pussy.

and it doesn’t help that he sounds so pretty too.

most of the time, he grits his teeth, hissing in your ear and letting little chesty grunts loose. he doesn’t feel that those needy moans would work coming from him at his age, but at his core, he’s always been weak for one thing—you. so when you ask him to be loud for you, tell you how good he feels, his lips will instantly part, jaw dropping for you and letting all those guttural noises spill out.

and when your cunt flutters around him, impossibly more turned on by his deep groans, a whimper sounds at the back of his throat. flustered, he’ll bite down on your shoulder—not hard, he’d never want to hurt you, but firm enough that your skin tingles beneath his teeth.

he doesn’t last as long as he did back then. where once he could go for hours, he can’t stave off his peak for longer than a half hour now—and that’s if he really tries. which, he hardly does. why should he, when you seem so eager for his cum anyway?

something that always speeds up the process is praise. with his age, he’s become a little more conscious of himself—his changing body, which you insist is sexier than ever before, but he remains stubborn in thinking he’s not good enough for you. older, tired, scarred up. so when he’s balls-deep, with sweat dripping from his temples and breath catching in his throat? and you’re breathlessly whining, “Making me feel so good, Leon— fuck, so good for me.” and, “You’re gonna make me cum..” ? He’s gone.

but sometimes, praise from you is just that glaze in your eyes—the cockdrunk gasps slipping from your wet lips, unfocused gaze and tremble in your thighs. visible signs that he’s making you feel good. no, better than good. fucking euphoric. and suddenly he’s gasping for air, hand flying down to your hip to grip it tight as his hips falter, filling you with all he’s got.

he also loves when you ride him. he feels a little less secure in this position, his body more visible to you, but once he gets you in his lap, grinding your hips against his, giggling out moans when his hips instinctively buck up into yours—he forgets all that. and he looks so pretty like this, laid back against the pillows, eyes struggling to stay open, brows drawing tight, lips inevitably falling open as he breathes shallowly. one of his hands on your waist, sometimes helping you bounce, others just resting there. the other is either gripping the sheets to ground himself, stave off his orgasm a little longer, or it’s on you—holding your face with visceral devotion, tucking hair that’s sweatily matted to your temple behind your ear. or on one of your tits, groping the soft flesh there desperately. reverently.

some things have to change. sure, he can’t fuck you like he could, can’t last as long as he could, and he’s not as confident anymore. but he finds ways around it.

he finished before you? he’s shuffling down the bed and stuffing his tongue between your legs for an hour minimum, flicking at your clit and thrusting into your cunt until you’re gushing all over his face. and when you think you’re done, numerous orgasms later, he’s rolling onto his back, pulling you with him and slotting you right onto his face—moaning deeply into you at just the position.

his hips aren’t moving fast enough? his hand is creeping between you, fingers working at your clit in rapid, smooth circles. he’d rub you just right, just how you like it, until your cunt clenches around his cock and leaves a white ring sheening it—and he still wouldn’t stop. you’re his girl—he knows you like it that way.

he’d do anything to make sure you stay satisfied. which, you always are anyway, more than. with a man like that, there’s no way you’re leaving his bed without a tremble in your steps and soreness to last you days.

felt like this was long overdue. i miss writing for leon🥹

[postersofleon]

i want to write smut but ugh 💔 i don't have the motivation. can you imagine how much smut i want to write about leon?

[postersofleon]

re9 leon's hand cupping your cheek, forcing you to see him. his thumb caresses your lips and you playfully bite him. he smiles, "pretty girl..." leon let's his spit pool in his mouth and let's it fall directly into your mouth.

[lulualuana]

Slow..

Much Older Boyfriend!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

synopsis: your older boyfriend and the way he likes to cherish you

content warnings: MDNI!, leon and his old ass, brief mention of his depression?, reader's pov doesn't exist sorry, kissing (for like ever), teasing, eensy bit of fingering, leon getting desperate, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thing yall!), creampie, he's soooo fucking sappy I'm sorry

word count: 1282

notes: this is my second time writing these damn notes bc the first ones got deleted.. I started writing this with DI leon in mind, and then they dropped re9 leon and well... I had to. I need that old man BAD.

enjoy?

Kisses with Leon always start out slow no matter the occasion. It's just a matter of how long they stay slow. 85% of the kisses he gives you are to cherish you, to really take in what he's so lucky to have. The other 15% are meant to devour you, to take what he's so lucky to have and indulge in it to the highest degree. 

I think as he got older, he found that even though he may not have much time left, he shouldn’t make loving you feel the same way. He likes to take things especially slow now. 

The build up to kissing you is slow, the way he stares at you like there’s nothing left in the world except you and the love he has for you. The way his hands roam oh so slow; starting at your waist and feeling their way up, stopping for maybe just a moment or two too long when they brush past your chest. The way his fingers dance over your collarbone is sure to send shivers down your spine before he amends the jolt by cupping your face in his hands, the heat from his palms almost scalding. He’s always either freezing or burning, never in between. 

All that for him to finally close the distance even slower, taking in the way your breath catches when he’s close enough for your noses to bump. He likes to hesitate just a breath away from you just to hear the exasperated way you huff out that gasp, just to make you sure you want it as badly as he does. Then his lips are on yours. Slow, but ravenous, light and pressing in deeper and deeper by the second. 

When he was younger this would’ve been the point where he’d start biting and licking, trying to invade your senses to make you want and crave him just as much as he did you. But with age came the ability to draw things out, the ability to linger and kiss you slow and deep to feel the way you crumple, even when you’re straddling his lap on top. 

He likes to pull away every now and then to tease you more. To watch the way you slowly lose your mind chasing after his lips. It only adds to the fun when you’re denied so much that you get desperate enough to bite and licking on your own, pressing and begging him to pick up the pace with a series of pathetic whimpers. 

Now there is the reward he was waiting for. 

He’ll only give it to you once you beg, his hands cupping your cheeks sliding to thread into your hair so he can angle your head, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip slow and playful before he takes advantage of the little gasp you let out and slips his tongue to meet yours, licking against your own to goad you into giving more and more to him. 

He hums low and deep when you do, the sound shooting straight down to your core and pulling a heady moan from you as well. He pulls back to suck and nibble on your bottom lip then, his free hand taking its sweet time finding its way under your shirt. His palm slides up your side the same way his tongue slides against your lip, his fingers rubbing over and pinching your nipple just as sharply as his teeth find your lip and clamp. 

The way you whine is everything to him. It kicks his heart up a few beats, makes him more just a bit faster as his hand trails down, rubbing up against your clit through your panties and feeling how damp the fabric is. That makes him groan against your lips, his cock throbbing against his pants with a desperation that surprised even himself. He didn’t think anything could get him that hard at this age. 

In his new found desperation, his lips trail down in a filthy trail from your lips to your neck, his teeth finding the same place his fingers had so delicately traced earlier to bite and nip, his tongue laving over the bruises he left to soothe. 

As patient as he could be about kisses, when it came to anything more, he really couldn’t help himself. Perhaps it was the aching need for intimacy. The need for physical closeness to feel emotional closeness. Whatever it was, it always made him act like a fool. 

His calloused hands working down your panties with as much gentleness as he could muster despite his hurried pace, his fingers poking, prodding, scissoring and curling to stretch you enough to take his cock. It was never enough in the end, though at times like this he couldn’t wait. 

Times like this, he remembers how much of his life had flown by in a blink. He remembers how many times he held himself back for the sake of others and how little he enjoyed life because of it. He remembers how little he cared for everything, and how much he cares for you now, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t a little desperate to show you. 

So he works you down onto his cock despite the rushed prep. He thumbs your cheek and whispers praises to soothe you until he can move. He starts out slow when he does, just to make sure you can really take it. Slow and hard. He works you down onto his cock, and when you can take enough, he thrusts his hips up into yours, making sure you can feel him buried inside you when you come down. 

He likes to watch the way your face screws up when he angles his hips just right, when his hands press you forward into him so he can more firmly grab your ass and spread you out from the back. He likes to watch the way all thought visibly drains from your head when desperation takes over and his hips snap into yours, when he adjusts the way he’s sitting and drills into you like the grip of your pussy put years back on his life and he’s young enough again to fuck you the way you need him to. 

He for sure likes the way you clumsily try to kiss him through all of this, the way you can barely keep yourself from moaning into his mouth as you meet with a clasp of lips and teeth, all messy yet so fucking hot that he can’t bear it. It takes everything in him from blowing his load then and there. You just clench around him so deliciously when you kiss, as if his lips against yours brought you the greatest amount of pleasure in the world. 

He waits until you get there first, working into that gummy spot of yours with scary efficiency and reaching down to thumb your clit so you break apart on his dick and he can follow. It’s only when you’re twitching and whining that he lets himself spill into you, his grip on you strong enough to bruise and his heart beating so fast in his chest that he’s worried he’ll have a heart attack then and there. 

He wouldn’t do that to you. Keeling over and dying after sex that good, he wouldn’t traumatize his girl like that. No, instead he works you and himself down, pulling your body snug against his as his lips find yours again, back to kissing slow to bring the both of you down from so much heat. 

Kisses with Leon after sex feels better than anything else. So grounding, so complete. So much like home. 

I know you fuck slow and hard old man..

[postersofleon]

which leon makes you more feral?

?

suit leon

jacket leon

all in black leon

Voting ended onDec 14, 2025

me personally? suit.

[postersofleon]

does it make sense that death island leon wants to be a dad but re9 leon is a dad?

[postersofleon]

i have been gone for nearly a year and all i have to say is i want to fuck that silver fox

[gn0czi]

Save a horse 😮‍💨

[postersofleon]

a crush.

leon wasn't emotionally ready to date. he was always... stuck. stuck in his ways, stuck in the past, stuck in making bad decisions. so, when he saw his co-worker, leon decided to keep himself away from her. it wasn't because he was rude but rather he wanted to protect her.

it was obvious she had a crush on him. the way she spoke. it's was like one of those days where he complimented a shirt of hers, and her answer was an awkward thank you. when he stood beside her, she wouldn't move away. her eyes would avoid his gaze.

she was nice. nearly adorable, but... he couldn't risk her seeing his darkness.

"i hate ignoring her, but it's for the best." leon admitted to hunnigan. hunnigan looked confused for a second, "she doesn't have a crush on you."

leon's eyes widen, "i would know that." he tried to defend himself.

but she never had a crush on him. she was just awkward around everyone. he was the one with the stupid crush.

[postersofleon]

leon can't fuck like he used to

when leon was 21, he was able to hold his boner for a while. he had one chance at normal sex before he was shoved into krauser's lap. he didn't have the best sex during that time, and that's when his life fell apart. lazy blowjobs and handjobs, non-romantic anal, frustration growing when he rubbed a fellow soldier's clit when they tried to fuck.

life sucked. nobody fucked because they wanted it. they needed.

that's why alcohol became his best friend for a while. sex wasn't fun. it was a damn task. but he then had to stop drinking whiskey. he was avoiding high blood pressure and liver issues. he couldn't stop cold turkey so he needed to find sex again before he went crazy

at a bar, he saw a person of his age. fuck, he was stupid again, he was flustered when they laughed at his quips. they played with the edges of his fringe when he spoke about his life. when he tried to have sex with them, they didn't look annoyed at how slow his rising boner. they just kissed his neck romantically, their fingers caressed his moles on his chest.

finally. after sixteen years, he can have a normal sex life. hopefully, his ed is short-term.

[pinyo-dumpster]

Dogboy leon. Reposted here from my Twitter.

[o-81]

[postersofleon]

The Spiral

It was a nightmare that nobody could explain, and it lasted longer than he expected. His name is Leon S. Kennedy, he was a successful agent for the DSO, the apprentice of Krauser, and a rookie through and through. However, his life couldn't be simple. He was living a goddamned Groundhog day, but it was much worse than that. It had to be a worse punishment than Bill Murray's. Every time Leon died, he spawned back in; He was back in Raccoon City, but what made the situation even worse was that he never made it out of 2015. It was longer than seventeen years. It was longer. Longer and longer. But at least he had someone to keep him sane, and he has to keep her alive.

content: sexually language, angst, fluff, and probably smut

notes: she/her afab reader, more to add later.

[no chapters available yet]

[postersofleon]

god I just want to tie up leon and squish him and put him in my pocket and then pull him out when I'm horny and make him fuck me to sleep

he is literally the best of both worlds. you know he loves affection. all of the leons are easy to imagine as this photo. they all want to feel a gentle squeeze and a ginger peck.

and with the horniness. bro! bro! if he knows you are desperate for him, he just encourages it. he is the perfect switch for that specific reason, his eyes never moving away when you are begging to fuck him. that same tenderness you saw when you cupped his cheeks still exists. he would make a stupidly cute dumb joke of being tied up, but his eyes and his tone of voice show the love he was for you.

leon makes me want to sob.

[postersofleon]

i need you losers to look at this video because i need emotional support. (please, please, send asks about wanting to fuck leon because i'm ovulating and don't want to feel alone 😔)

visual smut twitter link. be warned

visual smut of re4 leon after the mission of saving ashley or post spain while trying to give him motivation [♥︎]