33. Gamer Girl. Elder Emo. Chronic Gooner. Weeb. All Pink Everything. Lover of Cute Things, JRPG's and Fantasy. Still likes Toys and Cartoons. Down Rul Fuckin' Bad for DILF Leon Kennedy RN.
Domestic Husband!Leon Kennedy right before the events of re9
*slightly suggestive*
The sun had barely started to pour between the curtains when you woke up to shuffling. Beside you, your early morning riser of a husband stirs awake. Leon has not and will never sleep in, despite your best efforts to have a lazy day- so this is no surprise for you. You let out a small huff as you roll over, watching him sit himself upright.
Your husband was wildly attractive. He gets a little shy if you tell him, resorting to poking fun at you if he catches you staring to ease the awkwardness he feels… but this is one of those times where you get to sit back and admire without repercussions. The curves and edges of his taught muscles, the scars that litter his back that tell a shattering story- from the little moles scattered about to the bits of gray in his hair, you loved every part of him. Amongst his features lies a heavy reality, decaying skin tissue with black veins scattered around different parts of his body. His duties with the DSO are never safety guaranteed and you know this, but watching this mysterious disease slowly chip away at the love of your life brings a pain you’ve never experienced before. Watching him grow with age has been a blessing, natural and rewarding in its own ways, but you keep having that lingering feeling… that something will happen to him at any given moment, and somehow that scares you more than the missions ever could. So you’ve been getting up with him as of late, cherishing every moment you possibly can with him. Even if that means getting only a few hours of sleep. Your job is not a very demanding one, but it unfortunately requires a good chunk of time, often resulting in late nights. But honestly you could care less, you’d rather lose sleep than lose time with Leon right now.
“Mornin’, gorgeous.” His gruff voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You find him already looking back at your curled up form, the light from the window barely lighting up his face. You can see his muscles relax as you look up at him, a sense of ease filling him as your eyes meet.
“Good morning, handsome. You have that meeting today?”
“Mm, later.”
Leon is a man of few words. He won’t always express his love in grand gestures, but you know he loves you from the way he treats you. Even after those occasional long and grueling nights, he still makes the time to help around the house or listen to you vent after work. Don’t get me wrong, he has his days when all he wants to do is crawl into a hole and wallow. Over the years, you found it best to leave him be until he’s ready to come to you, sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn’t. You can only imagine the hell he’s gone through, and he has his own ways of dealing with it- as long as you’re there at the end of the day, that’s what he had told you mattered the most. But everything settles when his heart is beating against your back and his arms are wrapped securely around your body, trailing small kisses up the nape of your neck. He adores you and you adore him, his flaws and all.
Leon is still sitting at the edge of the bed, the disease apparently kicking his ass a little harder this morning. The small sighs and huffs he’s been letting out leaves less to be imagined how worn out he is already. But despite it, he lets out a low grunt, and stands up anyways. Making his way to the bathroom, you begin to get up too,
“Don’t.” Leon stares at you from the bathroom door, already knowing what you were up to.
“You got home late. Rest a bit longer,” he says sternly as he submerges into the dimly lit bathroom. Good thing you don’t listen because soon after you hear the shower running, you’re up getting dressed for the day. Sometimes Leon gets exasperated trying to get you to sleep more. He’s not stupid, he knows why you do, especially recently. But he still wants what’s best for you, and right now, that’s getting more than 2 hours of sleep a night. Despite his best efforts, you’re stubborn to your core, and Leon gives in to the extra time spent together.
He won’t admit it out loud, but the disease scares him. Staring down at his infected hand in the shower, he can’t help but wonder why him. After everything he’s gone through, he still can’t catch a break. He and Sherry had very recently discovered the ever growing black veins on their body, unsure of where it came from. They had met up a few weeks ago and with the hypothesis Sherry brought, Leon realized he wasn’t too happy he went. “Raccoon City Syndrome” she called it. Even now, his past and its terrible memories follow him. She was unsure what exactly it was, bringing up possible ideas she had but no real evidence. Leon’s first thought at that moment was you. He wants so badly to protect you, actually making it a personal mission of his the moment you two met. As your husband, he justifies that that’s his duty to you. Possibly harming you has been a thought that crosses his mind, and he won’t lie, that thought terrifies him more than anything. Since that meeting with Sherry, Leon’s head has been clouded with potentially finding a cure. Fat chance, he believes, but when he thinks of you, the want becomes more of a need. That’s what today’s meeting was about, Sherry had said she had some leads and wanted to discuss it with him. No doubt this is gonna lead to another mission, so he’s held back on telling you the truth just yet. He prefers it this way, you remain happy with your husband, and Leon gets to enjoy time with you without the both of you worrying. To him, it’s a win-win.
As Leon exits the bathroom, his eyes naturally fall to the bed, where you’re missing. He lets out a big sigh, disappointed but not surprised you’re up. After getting dressed in some sweats and a regular t-shirt, he begins making his way downstairs. He descends, hearing the coffee pot before the smell hits him. He’s not a big breakfast person, something that surprised you when you first met him. He says it makes him feel sluggish during the day, so slowly over time, you’ve just stopped making it. Black coffee, though? He’ll down 3 cups of it and be fulfilled for the day. So recently, your daily routine has been brewing your husband’s coffee for him and chatting before work. Which is something he’s come to appreciate, silently loving the extra kisses he gets when he leaves. As Leon makes his way towards you, he notes that your face is buried in your phone, probably scrolling on TikTok or something. He hates that damn app. He thinks it’s mindless content, always wanting you to focus more of your effort and time on hobbies instead. He won’t lie though, seeing your face light up as you show him some random funny video you found captures his heart a different way every time. So, he leaves it be… most of the time.
Leon makes his way behind you, laying his hands gently on your hips and burying his face into the crease of your shoulder, “This doesn’t look like the bedroom to me.”
You hum, leaning back into the warmth and comfort of your husband. For such a burly man, he sure is soft.
“You didn’t tell me to rest in the bedroom, Mr. Kennedy.”
“...touche, Mrs. Kennedy.” Your heart skips a little beat when he says that. You two call each other Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy a lot, often in a teasing way, but it never fails to make you swoon even after all this time. It’s just the reminder that you’re his. And you love it.
You slowly turn to meet his eyes, clasping your hands around his neck. You ignore the evil black splotch on his neck, not wanting to give attention to it, instead you scan his face. God, Leon’s so handsome. He looks at you with such intensity it almost makes you want to cower away, but you don’t. But you can see the adoration in his features. He loves you fiercely and you can see it. People from the DSO always ask how you can deal with the cold Leon they know. Well, the truth is, you don’t. This is the Leon you know. So full of love and admiration he can’t even hide it on his face. You hope you look at him like that too, conveying the same intense feelings for him to see too. (spoiler alert: you do). It feels like ages have passed looking at each other before he finally leans down and captures you in a kiss. It’s slow and nearly methodically, you wish you could trap the feeling of his lips against yours in a bottle. His hands come up to cup your face, deepening the kiss. He savors the taste of you on him, like a drug he can never recover from. He likes to say he has full control of himself, but you both know better. His burning passion rages and nearly explodes whenever he’s with you. Some days he’s calm and just enjoys your presence, others he feels like a horny teenager again. The way his lips slot so easily between yours, you can never tell which it will be. But when he’s kissing you so uncensored, you don't really find the will to care. The pot beeps signalling it’s ready and you try to slip away, but Leon catches your waist pulling you back.
“The pot is-” Leon cuts you off by guiding his lips to yours again, caught in an even more passionate kiss. You can feel him grow a little hungrier, his grip slightly lowering to your ass, slowly massaging with a tight grip. The action gets a small gasp to rise out of you, Leon taking this opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. By this point your knees are already weak and the moans have started leaving your lips, already desiring more with your sweet husband. He presses himself slower to you by the hips, and you feel that you’re not the only one with this idea. Leon reluctantly pulls away with small, nearly unnoticeable pants. His eyes are heavy as they look into yours with immense desire.
“You’re so damn pretty,” he mutters quietly. Your cheeks heat up as you try to look away, but he guides you back with a finger on your chin. His expression darkens into something more primal as he pulls you closer, not hiding how aroused he is.
“I think I’m gonna have breakfast this morning after all,” he states, lifting you from the floor and onto the counter. Safe to say, you are in for a long morning.
repeat after me. humans are not inherently evil humans are not like a virus on this earth humans do not “deserve” to go extinct or anything like that. we are living breathing animals that deserve space just like every other creature on this planet. there’s just a tiny amount of us that have a fuck ton of money and power and they really suck
My subconscious is slowly slipping into my fic when I sleep now.
Twice now I've dreamed of being at Crowley's, and this time Leon was there (long hair and leather jacket n all) but we didn't speak. And something about me fighting with people who wouldn't sell me smokes because I said "I haven't smoked in awhile" like they were trying to discourage me.
For the record, I never have, and never will. But my character in this story does.
Anyways, more dreams set in that world please, my neon lit, hazy, dark dreamy world of rock n roll, dive bars, and a long haired Leon... 🤭
sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him
content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping like w a kiss???, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,
wc; 1.2k
a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon 😩 he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys 😓
You forgot how you had gotten here—all bent in half and sobbing for him to slow down as he shoved your face into the pillows. One second, he was pulling you close and telling you about Elpis and how he's okay and how badly he missed you, the next he's got you completely lost with pleasure, his cum pumping into you for the second time tonight as your cunt practically choked his cock, having reached your third orgasm of the night.
He pulled out, only to roll you onto your back and push your legs up. You didn't even get a warning as his cock slipped back into you, resuming the brutal, rhythmic thrusts that were made easier by the nasty amount of cum and slick that were seeping out of your walls.
"Fuuck," he hissed, head falling back slightly. "Bet this pussy missed me, too, huh? Gonna make up for all the nights I missed. All the nights I left you frustrated 'cause I couldn't touch you right.. 'm gonna make up for it all night, baby. Promise." He panted, one hand coming down to your clit to lightly smack at the throbbing bud. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, but he kept them open with one hand and his body in the way.
"Lee!" You cried, body twitching and shaking almost violently.
"Come on, don't tell me you can't take it. You've been perfectly healthy this whole time. You can't take cock like you used to?" He taunted, watching the embarrassment bloom on your cheeks.
"N-no, 's not that—fuck!—I just—" You gasped, back arching as his fingers began to strum steadily, harshly against your clit.
"You what? Poor baby can't even speak. Pussy's too busy swallowing my fuckin' cock. You gonna cry for my cock? Gonna cry while you cum?" He purred, his words harsh but sugar coated in his tone. You looked up at him, a whimper squeaking out before your head threw back again, eyes rolling back and crossing like some dirty porno from Leon's dreams when he was a rookie. He growled, hissing slightly with restraint.
"Ho—ooh, oh, shit!" You squealed, hands pawing and pushing and scratching at his chest and shoulders as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Do it. Let me know I'm doing good. Didn't lose my spark, did I? I still know how to make my wife dumb for my dick, yeah?" Despite the dirty words, you detected a subtle and actual need for the reassurance. Given how long it'd been since you two were able to have normal penetrative sex, he had to make sure he still had his 'special touch' as he called it.
"Fuck! Fuck, 'm cumming!" You sobbed, body practically shrinking into the bed below as your entire body quivered and let loose, warmth gushing around his cock. He could feel your hole fluttering and pulsing, and his orgasm followed quickly. For the third time, a heavy load of cum spilled into you, his fat, hard tip kissing your cervix and pumping right against the limit. He panted. Finally, he showed some kind of shaking. His arms shook as he held himself above you, his breath hitching and faltering momentarily.
"'M sorry," he huffed, pulling back again, only to push his cock in once more. You whimpered, reaching desperately to grab at his wrist as he tapped and pinched lightly at your clit, eliciting a sound that approached a scream due to pure overstimulation.
"Leee," you sobbed, eyes rolling back. He halted for a moment, only to lift your legs over his shoulders. Your ankles linked together behind his head, and you yelped as his hands smacked against your thighs to hold you in place as he pumped his cock back and forth, heavy and mean with fat balls slapping against your ass.
"One more." He panted. "Fuck, just one more. One more, and I'll be all done. Just gotta make sure I make up for my fuck-ups." His fingertips dug into your thighs as he looked down at you, taking in the dazed, dumb, desperate look on your face. You were approaching your fifth orgasm—nearly four on his cock, the first one having been on his thick fingers. Despite the overwhelming sensations, pussy beyond raw, clit throbbing and twitching with every thrust, head lulled off to the side as you struggled to keep your eyes open even as his cock punched moans and mewls from your throat, your body jolting and jiggling with the thrusts.
With how overstimulated you were, how sensitive your body was, and the lack of breaks, it didn't take long to be on the brink of your orgasm again. A small, worried sob trickled from your throat, and Leon brought one hand to make you look at him.
"Lee, 's weird," you whined. "I-it feels funny again." You warned. Leon knew what that meant, and although he knew it embarrassed you, he had to push for it. He had to get you there. He had to finally earn his reward—with rapid strums of your clit, mean thrusts of his cock hitting your cervix, and mixing with the dirty words he let out, his reward came moments later.
Your vision blanked out and all you felt was full body tingling and warmth between your legs, liquid splattering back onto you as you finally squirted—the clear liquid spurting strong from your cunt and hitting his abdomen, dripping down his torso, another scream-like sound ripping from you as you pawed and tried desperately to grab onto him. He fucked you through it until the thick stream fell into a trickle as his own orgasm hit again. He rolled his eyes back, his final load less powerful but still enough to make you squirm.
Once your vision came back, your body relaxed, Leon eased your body down, shifting you so that you didn't lay in the mess you two had made. He pulled out, watching the nasty mess seep out, slipping down as your pussy pushed it out in thick globs. Your hole temporarily gaped from how long the penetration went on, and he didn't pass up the chance to lower himself as he held your hips up away from the mess. You didn't even notice him lowering until his lips were on your cunt, making you jolt and try to run from the sensation.
"'M cleaning my mess." He muttered, holding you in place as he used his tongue to clean you up. He knew it was beyond lewd, beyond gross, but he'd never be ashamed to admit that he liked to clean up the nasty mess that he'd make—a mix of your arousal and his cum, salty, almost tangy, and warm on his tongue. He kept true to his word—he didn't try to mess with your clit, ensuring his nose didn't nudge it, only licking up and suckling lightly to clean up the mess. At the end, he lapped at your folds and held some of the mess in his mouth before he crawled up your body and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss.
You whimpered, brows furrowing as you felt the swapping of spit, cum, and your own taste. It was nasty, but it made you quiver, your pussy twitching at the sensation. If you hadn't already cum five times, he would've easily gone again just to get rid of that twitching.
"I missed you." He panted, shifting off to the side as he pulled you to lay on top of him.
"Missed you, Lee." You breathed, quiet and shaky as you fell into his embrace.
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