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[cummingprincess]

leon works while you suck him off under the table

a/n: hii, i've played re9 and it's just the peak!! i'm still emotional and i fall in love grace's story so much, her relationship with leon is just so cute, tbh. and i can't even believe it's been six months since the very first re9 trailer... so, enjoy reading wc: 1095 find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

Leon worked in his home office, which was cluttered with papers and office supplies, and the only decoration on his desk was his laptop. The clicking of keys filled the room as he worked on his report. Leon frowned slightly in concentration, completely focused on the task at hand, and occasionally adjusted his glasses when he felt them slipping down his nose.

But under the table, he could hear his cock in your mouth, the wet slurping sounds of your eager sucking filling the room, an obscene contrast to the mundane sounds of the printer and the muffled hum of the laptop. He seemed almost oblivious to it, his fingers never stopping their relentless typing, as if his cock wasn't currently deep in your throat.

How could he act like it didn't bother him?

Leon could feel your throat pleasantly tighten as you tried to take him deep. His pale blue eyes scanned his own words and corrected a few grammatical errors, holding the pen between his trembling fingers.

His other hand was in your hair as he gently massaged your head, and your nails dug into his thighs, covered in sweatpants, while his cock rested perfectly on your tongue. Warming him with your mouth, you wanted to show your husband how much you wanted to distract him from work.

After all, he works so much that he forgets to rest, having already drunk several cups of coffee... five or maybe six... he lost count because he had to rethink the mission for the report in his head, even though he wanted to forget it once and for all in his life.

You gently ran your tongue over every bump, vein, and protrusion, making soft smacking sounds so as not to drool everywhere. But, to be honest, you're still making a mess on the floor; your saliva and his pre-ejaculate are dripping from your chin. And all this is because he was heavy for your tongue, but that weight brought you a feeling of comfort, and you happily closed your eyes.

When you felt someone gently pull your hair, your eyes flew open before you saw Leon looking down at you through his eyelashes, “you really want to distract me, huh?”, he quietly praises you as his hand slides from your hair to your face, his rough hands gently caressing the delicate skin of your slightly flushed cheek.

Instead of answering, you took it deeper into your mouth, which triggered your gag reflex, but you ignored it when you heard Leon's deep moan. That sound alone was enough to make your thighs clench.

And so as not to lose control completely, Leon began to furiously scratch at the report with his pen, making notes and corrections and squeezing it so hard that it was surprising he hadn't broken it yet. His mind was no longer as focused, but he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He was like a machine, a well-oiled mechanism, and nothing could distract him from his goal. That is, until you walked in with a loud complaint that he had been sitting there all day without a break.

With his free hand, he gathered your hair into an improvised ponytail so it wouldn't fall on your face and used your hair as leverage. The dull, aching pain in your jaw was distracting, but you pushed the thought aside and tilted your head back slightly to give yourself some room to swallow the precum that was already in your mouth.

You gently sucked the tip of his cock, making his lips moan softly before you began to move your head at a steady pace, sucking in your cheeks. At first, you didn't even notice him rocking his hips in time with the movement of your head as you tried to take him deeper, but it caused you to choke slightly, and you felt his thumb gently caress your cheek, wiping a tear from your cheek, “don't overdo it, sweetheart.”

You looked up and saw lust in his eyes, but also affection; the desire to please him came sharply, just as he had done for you countless times. You used your hands to get what you wanted before you felt him twitch on your tongue, knowing he was close to the end. Hearing his moans, taking a deep breath through your nose, you decided to push Leon's cock deep into your throat until your nose touched his pubic bone and the head of his cock touched the back of your throat.

“Princess... oh, fuck...” he clenched his teeth, feeling that he was about to cum in your mouth. His mind was too foggy to think, and thanks to you, he completely forgot about his work right now. Leon's breathing became more and more ragged, his chest heaved heavily with each breath, and he tried with all his might to concentrate. He felt his heart pounding wildly, unable to comprehend that he was so close. You heard Leon curse loudly and felt his body tense, then a thick stream of semen filled your tongue and throat.

A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried your best to swallow as much as you could, but with a soft pop, you covered your mouth with your hand because there was very little semen left in it, and swallowed the rest before coughing slightly.

The hair he was holding fell as he leaned back in his chair and tried to catch his breath, just like you are now, pressing your forehead against your knee and closing your eyes, “Are you okay, princess?” he asked you anxiously, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

He was as disheveled as you were: a drop of sweat ran down his temple, and goosebumps ran across his body after his recent orgasm. His strong arms wrapped around your body as you barely stood on your feet, keeping you from falling. Although you collapsed on top of him, facing him, it made him laugh, but he understood that you were tired too, “yeah, I'm fine... just give me a couple of seconds,” you ask him in a voice muffled by his skin.

“Of course, you deserve it,” he nods, looking over your shoulder. Most of the report is already finished, all that's left is to add a couple more paragraphs and edit it, so he can and wants to devote some time to you, even if it's just a little. “Rest while I quickly finish the report. And I promise I'll spend the rest of the time with you.”

[cummingprincess]

leon makes you wet with his thick arms

a/n: hii, again short oneshot 'bout arms and fingers kinks! i'm also starting to work on the continuation of my drabble and requests. so, enjoy reading╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯ pairing: afab fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy find me on AO3 make your REQUEST (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

Leon S. Kennedy is quite the expert at using his hands exactly as he should.

You noticed it when he grabbed your hand and pulled you along or pulled you out of dangerous situations, telling you to stay behind him, when he gripped a gun with those long fingers, or when he sat down next to you and just talked, usually resting his hands on top of yours, on your back, or on your thigh... and the more you got to know him and the closer you became to him, the more often he touched you, bolder and more confident, but usually still appropriate enough for the public place where you both were.

But as soon as the two of you found yourselves somewhere alone, truly alone, his hands immediately began to caress you. Tangling in your hair, stroking your back, exploring every curve of your body, cupping your face in his palms to pull you close for a passionate kiss.

And every time you found yourselves together on the couch or in bed, his hands would wrap around your waist or hips, or cup your breasts. And although you really enjoy watching his hands, you appreciate them even more when you can feel them—truly feel them. Like how he grabs your hair with a strength that always surprises you, or how he squeezes your neck so tightly that you can’t breathe. Or when he grabs your waist and deftly positions you into whatever pose he likes best at that moment, and you let him.

How could you have resisted Leon and his hands?

And when they wrap around your breasts again, kneading them, teasing them, his long fingers dig into your soft flesh before focusing on your sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingertips, pinching, tugging—all you can do is moan softly at the sensations. And although he can be quite rough with his hands at times, after that he uses his whole body to soothe you; mostly his mouth, so dirty, you know, the kind that spits out things no one should say out loud, but there are also his lips, those seductive lips that move greedily along your jaw and neck, gently sinking into your skin with kisses until they reach it with his teeth and tongue.

And that tongue…

Leon’s so skilled with his tongue. Whether it’s during a kiss or when he explores your body, licking, nibbling, and sucking on your lips, earlobes, breasts, or any patch of skin he can reach, sometimes leaving marks on you that you can barely hide the next day, and which he always soothes with the caresses of his eager tongue. And while his large hands grip your waist, he runs his tongue over your nipples until they harden and almost start to ache, and then sucks on them like a man tormented by thirst, constantly teasing and soothing them with his tongue.

Then he moves lower, caressing your stomach, tracing your navel, kissing your pelvic bones, his hands constantly gliding along your sides, exploring further until they cup your thighs and spread them apart so he can bury his face there. What he does between your legs is beyond description. At the very least, it leaves you speechless, breathless, and even mindless, and all you can do is whimper, moan, gasp, and scream with pleasure as he presses his mouth against your folds, licking the space between your labia, lapping up any moisture he creates with his skilled movements.

Usually, Leon focuses on any area of sensitive skin except your clit. He leaves it alone until it starts to throb, and you become so desperate for it that you arch your hips toward his face. Then his hands rise again, holding you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin, sometimes leaving bruises from how hard he squeezes you, while he continues his journey along your wet vagina, kissing, licking, and sucking, clamping your folds between his teeth, teasing them.

He even plunges his tongue into your depths, moving that muscle in ways you could never have imagined. And as you melt beneath him, your body twitches but no longer resists; he cups your buttocks with his hands and, kneading them with his nimble fingers, pulls you closer to his face, penetrating deeper. And only then does he move on to your clitoris. Usually it’s one or two licks, after which you shudder, screaming louder, and a few more licks until you come right in his face.

Then his hands will find yours, his fingers will slide between yours, wrap around you, squeeze you, and support you during your body’s convulsions. He may greedily soak up your wetness, but he’ll never stop until he brings you to at least one more orgasm, enjoying how you lose control, let go of everything, and forget everything that ever bothered you. And oh, how light and carefree you feel after he’s finished with you.

Or when his mouth is done with you. Because then he’ll start using his fingers, and you’ll never be able to come down from that euphoric state as he strokes that sensitive bundle of nerves with one hand while the other glides over your folds, parting your lips, caressing the wet, sensitive skin until he slides the tip of his finger inside, teasing you, feeling your walls tighten around him.

And slowly he pushes it deeper, one knuckle at a time, pressing into your tension, massaging and exploring your tender flesh, while his other hand lies flat on your stomach, feeling those contractions, and his thumb presses firmly against your clit, stroking it in circular motions.

You’ve probably already turned into a pool of your own arousal and moans, barely able to appreciate these wonderful hands and fingers, but he continues, pulling a finger out and replacing it with two, easily penetrating deeper, stretching your walls as he bends them inside you, and when he bends them just right and presses on that spot, doing so while applying strong pressure to your clit, you explode with pleasure, your moans indistinct.

He caresses you with his fingers during your orgasm, quickly and forcefully thrusting his long fingers in and out, enjoying those slurping sounds that you’d be ashamed of if you weren’t floating up to the ceiling right now. He gets even bolder and adds a third finger, stretching you even wider, preparing you for another adventure. They move back and forth while his thumb continues to circle your clit, and he might even lean down to gently kiss or roughly bite your inner thighs—perhaps both—leaving even more marks on you.

And you writhe, squirm, and tremble in his embrace, lost in ecstasy, but when he pulls his fingers away and stops caressing your clit, you look at him through half-closed eyes, and then melt even further into whatever surface you’re lying on, watching as he brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks them with that sensual purr that drives you wild.

Leon leans back slightly, watching you with a dark gaze; his blue eyes are barely visible through his dilated pupils—he desires you so intensely. His tanned face is set, focused, his jaw clenched, and the muscles beneath his skin move so pleasantly. His hand still wraps around your neck, then you feel his other hand slide upward, tracing your curves until his warm palm presses against your breast, gently cupping it before he begins to knead it, rubbing against your nipple until it hardens.

He is so captivated by the feel of your soft flesh that he releases your neck and leans back, still pressing his hips against yours, deeply connected to you, while simultaneously cupping your other breast, holding them firmly in his large, warm, and safe hands. He continues to caress them, alternating between rough squeezes and gentle presses, your hard nipples rubbing against his calloused skin, and watches your face intently. You’ve relaxed so much that you’ve almost forgotten about his hard cock resting inside your tight pussy—but only until he suddenly starts moving.

Leon thrusts his cock into you hard, over and over, and every time he penetrates you deeply, you gasp and rock up and down but his hands on your breasts hold you in place. He uses them to guide you, gripping them tightly with his outstretched arms, and thrusts his hips hard.

Your legs spread apart again, too weak to hold him, and your whole body moves in time with his powerful thrusts. You watched his muscles ripple beneath his skin, his tendons moving with every thrust, but you threw your head back and dissolved into a pool of bliss as he continued to thrust his cock into you, stretching your walls that clenched around him; his rapid rhythm left you unable to do anything but lie before him and make those very sounds that made him move even faster.

The tension in your stomach builds, and, pinching your nipples, he thrusts deep inside you, always hitting the very deepest spot, until you cry out and arch your back, stars dancing before your eyes, your limbs twitching involuntarily as you come from his cock.

Leon lifts you up, embraces you, and presses you against his chest; his lips find your shoulder for tender kisses, after which he gently bites you. You can barely move your arms, but you try to wrap them around him, clinging to him, digging your nails into his back, while he picks up the pace even more.

Your mixed moans and sighs echo through the room as you press your cheek against his collarbone, while he holds you tightly—one hand between your shoulder blades, the other on your lower back—and thrusts into you quickly and forcefully until a moan escapes his throat, and he gives one last thrust, hitting your cervix perfectly, causing you to lose control of yourself once more.

Leon freezes inside you as you shudder, and you feel him twitch between your quivering walls. His embrace tightens as he cums inside you, filling your womb with his hot semen. His heavy breathing burns your ears as he slowly relaxes, holding you in his arms, and for a moment neither of you moves, as the heat you’ve both created spreads through your body like a wildfire.

You feel exhausted and close your eyes, though you want to watch as he gently pushes your hands away and lays you back on your back; his hands wander over your sweaty body, caressing your soft breasts until they move to your hips, holding them as he pulls back and slides out of you. You feel drops of warm semen dripping from your opening, and you don’t care at all where they land or what they stain, but then you feel his fingers on your sensitive skin, and your eyes flutter open.

Leon looks at you with a weary grin, tracing your clit with his finger, then slides that same finger into your pussy, pouring his semen inside you once more. You let out a soft gasp as he continues to caress you with his fingers until he’s certain his essence remains inside you.

When he pulls his finger out, it’s covered in your mixed juices, glistening and dripping, and you see him bring it to his mouth, but somehow you manage to lift yourself up, wrap your trembling hands around his wrist, and pull his hand toward your mouth. His eyes will sparkle with delight when he sees you licking his finger, and a quiet growl escapes his throat.

You don’t take your eyes off him as you work your way through the other fingers in the same way; your tongue caresses these beautiful fingers, the space between them, and the back of his hand, and when he curls his fingers, you feel the tendons and veins move against your tongue, and a deep shiver runs through your body. You gently wrap your small hands around his thick forearm, admiring every detail: you notice the sharp edges of his wrist, the hair falling onto his arm, the veins winding around it, and the taut muscles beneath the skin.

And he watches you intently, mesmerized by how much attention you pay to his hand—a hand you’ll never tire of admiring.

[cummingprincess]

leon gets ya overstimulated

a/n: hii, this is short drabble about overstimulation, oh yeah!! I love it and it's a shame there are so few works with this tag. so, enjoy reading (‾◡◝) pairing: afab fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy find me on AO3 make your REQUEST (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

Leon’s breathing was the loudest sound in the bedroom: ragged, uneven, and strained, as if he were holding himself back. His jaw was clenched tight, his temples were covered in sweat, and his whole body was the embodiment of self-control; he was trying with all his might not to lose control, because somewhere deep down he always remembered that you were much younger than him, and he would rather die than hurt you.

You’d already come three times. Three, for God’s sake, times. And he hadn’t come once, because tonight wasn’t about that.

Tonight was about you, and that was always important when he came back drained, with a gray face and dark circles under his eyes that meant his mission had worn him out, and he let it happen, just let it, because there was no other way. His hands rested on the backs of your thighs, squeezing the soft skin beneath his fingertips, and he moved slowly, his thick cock sliding in and out halfway, barely all the way in. His moan was almost full of frustration, helplessness.

The tip of his cock throbbed, his whole body begging to thrust deeper into your wet pussy, until the tip pressed against your cervix, and your eyes rolled back, and you cried out from how deep he was inside you. But, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t make you cry. Not once in his life.

Leon leaned in, shifting his weight, and you felt his breath on your jaw before he pressed his lips against your neck and let your trembling legs wrap themselves around his waist on their own, before moving up to your face and kissing you. You returned the kiss, teeth clashing, tongues intertwining; your whole body trembled with sensation, and you were vaguely aware of something, that you didn’t immediately feel his hand, which had wrapped around your wrists and gently, more hinting than restraining, ran over your head as he didn’t pull away from your lips.

“Does it hurt?”, he asked quietly, a hoarseness in his voice as he left a wet kiss on your cheek, “you’re trying to endure it with all your might, huh? Tell me if it hurts.”

You opened your mouth in a silent moan, your eyes half-open, trying to catch his gaze on your face. “N-no, I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

Then the angle shifted slightly, and he clenched his jaw at the sound of your melodious voice, and he froze for half a second, because as soon as his cock stretched your walls, you cried out. His cock penetrated deeply, rubbing against your spongy G-spot, and with a hoarse moan, Leon reflexively thrust his hips forward until the head pressed against your cervix; your boyfriend is proud of himself, feeling how quickly your response came—your nails dug into his back, leaving red, aching marks. He shouldn’t have loosened his grip on your wrists.

“Does the kitty have sharp claws now?”, Leon chuckles softly, but clenches his teeth against the faint, pleasant sting of the scratches.

He pulls back just enough to look at your flushed face. His fingers brush your hair back—the strands are damp, and he needs to take his time as you try to catch your breath after that deep, hard thrust, but your walls still tremble desperately around him, tightening and relaxing in frantic little pulses, trying to pull him deeper, but he didn’t move. His forehead pressed against yours, “atta girl,” his hand moved from your hair to your cheek, his thumb touching your cheekbone.

Leon felt again how close you were to orgasm, despite your exhaustion, how your wet pussy tightened around his cock; the slurping sounds grew louder as he made slow but deep thrusts, holding back with all his might so he wouldn’t cum right now, “damn, you’re so sensitive.”

At first he moves slowly, enjoying the friction of your slippery walls clinging to every ridge and vein. Then—faster, harder, his hips slamming with crushing force. The bed creaks under the pressure; your tits bounce with every thrust; the wet slap of skin against skin mixes with your ragged moans and his ragged breathing.

“Leon…”, you plead, your voice trembling as your walls quiver wildly around him, still contracting spasmodically from overstimulation, trying to adjust to his incredible thickness, “o-oh God, I’m going to… I’m going to come again…”

“Don’t give up, baby,” his voice deepens, becoming soft and encouraging, and his hands wrap around your hips again, cupping them and pushing you to bounce on him, “just a little more, mm? Just a tiny bit more, sweetheart. Please.”

You moan blankly and nod, the pace quickening as you’re both finally close to climax. Your legs wrap around his waist, your head falls onto his shoulder, and desperate whimpers escape your lips, swollen from his kisses. A fleeting shiver runs through your entire body from another deep thrust into you, causing your fingers to dig in harder as his heavy hand strokes your stomach, where the bulge of his cock is clearly visible.

Over-aroused and hypersensitive, your orgasm repeats almost immediately after his first few thrusts into you; your walls caress him so intensely that he curses under his breath.

“Fuck, yeah,” Leon breathes under his breath, arching his hips and pressing against your clit with every thrust, and tears stream from the corners of his eyes as he trembles, sobbing, experiencing such a powerful orgasm. He fucks you harder while you do this, the pace becoming frantic and desperate; now he’s chasing his own release

“I’m about to come…” he gasps.

One last, crushing thrust, and he sinks in all the way to the base; his cock throbs as he comes with a low, guttural moan. Hot, thick streams flood you, so much that they seep around his base, mixing with your own juices. He moves slowly in circular motions, squeezing the last remnants of tremors from your exhausted body until you both begin to shake, weaken, and ooze with juice. After that, he stays inside you for a long time, gradually softening, still twitching inside you.

His strong arms catch you as you collapse on top of him, tired and exhausted, having experienced four orgasms in the past hour—your new record for the number of orgasms in an hour. His free hand slides up your thigh, his thumb lightly touching your trembling muscle, smearing your wetness across your skin in a lazy arc as you rest on his chest, “rest, sweetheart. You’ve earned it.”

[cummingprincess]

Hey can I request re9! Leon during the good ending we learn he has a younger, 8 month pregnant wife who actually has the BSAA take her to him after he and Grace were rescued and she’s just emotional and happy that he’s okay and even admitting the baby had been kicking hard since he left.

a/n: hii! i've been playing re9 all this time, and everything in my life has started to improve...i hope i can soon confess to the guy i'm in love with... maybe that's why i wrote so many sfw part here, lmao. and thank you guys for 300 followers, im so gladd!!!! sooooo, enjoy reading. tags: nsfw, plot, fluff, younger wife x older husband, 9 month pregnant wife, nipple play, body worship, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, sex, unprotected, p in v, creampie, “did your water break?”, aftercare; leon is so joke ass but caring husband (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ pairing: pregnant younger fem!reader x husband re9 leon s. kennedy wk: 5347 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

Over the past twenty-four hours, which had felt like an eternity, Leon had imagined countless ways to die: being devoured by a horde of zombies, becoming dinner for a giant spider, or being dismembered by a chainsaw wielded by a zombie.

Fortunately, he managed to avoid each of these deaths, emerging victorious from the fights with blood on his hands. It was worth it to avoid ending up in the same place as that monster, which was five times his size. His pale blue eyes studied his own palms, which were marked with black spots. Leon silently vowed to himself that he would save Grace, kill Victor, and find the antidote he had come here for.

But his heart was pounding wildly as he swung the axe high in the air, striking blow after blow, despite the weakness in his body. Right now, his mind was filled with thoughts of how much he missed home, you, and your embrace, for which he would give up everything in his life.

Leaving you pregnant in your third trimester was a huge mistake, but there was nothing he could do about it as he held you near the doorway while you sobbed into his chest, tearfully begging him not to leave. At that moment, his heart felt like it was about to stop, seeing his wife so sad.

Especially when he was the reason for your tears.

Leon whispered comforting words to you, saying he would definitely be back by tomorrow evening—or maybe even in the morning, before you had a chance to open your eyes. But you still didn’t want to let him go; you clung to him with both hands and threw a loud, hysterical fit.

During your pregnancy with your daughter, you’re too emotional, your moods shifting faster than you can even realize it. Of course, you would have exploded with anger upon learning that Leon had to leave on a mission just when you were about to give birth!

His warm hands rested on your pregnant belly, feeling the baby kick beneath your sundress, stroking it to comfort her as well, while he kissed your forehead. You quietly sob and hiccup; your husband’s comfort has finally worked, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

You sniffle and wipe the tears from your cheeks with your hand as he steps away from you, giving you the space you need. No sooner had he taken a step back than you grabbed his hand and noticed with horror how the black spots began to appear more prominently on his skin; tears welled up in your eyes again, but you tried to stay calm, “just don’t do anything stupid, please, Leon.”

“Me? Never,” Leon said with a slight smirk, knowing that perhaps this comment would make you smile.

But when he noticed the sadness still lingering on your face, that thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared. On the surface, he maintained a positive attitude toward you, though inside he was also a whirlwind of emotions. He’ll find an antidote. For your sake and your little girl’s.

“Leon, I’m actually serious!” you gently nudged him in the chest before turning away from him in a huff, but continuing to glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he admitted, and immediately saw how you stopped pouting in offense and turned to face him again. There was something sweet about this emotional side of yours, and he couldn’t stop watching as you switched gears like a lever. “I won’t joke like that anymore… for now.”

You were about to say something in response to his playful wink when he suddenly knelt down in front of you, cupped your big pregnant belly in his hands, and kissed it, “bye-bye, princess, be good and don’t kick too hard. Dada will be back with you soon.”

That moment melted your heart so quickly that you didn’t even notice how he straightened up and gently kissed you, pouring all his love for you into that kiss. You returned his kiss, and now you were even more convinced of how deeply you loved this sarcastic man.

“I love you, my love,” he whispered against your lips, “even if I’m thousands of miles away from you.”

With those words, the front door closed behind him, leaving you completely alone. Now the house was quiet, which was very unusual for this place. You two had always spent time together, laughing, learning something new, or simply relaxing in silence—him at his laptop, and you with a book or your phone in hand.

And after a couple of seconds, you couldn’t resist running to the window, clinging to the windowsill with one hand and waving to him with the other, a sad smile on your face. Leon noticed this, and, catching your gaze, smiled and honked at you in response, as if saying goodbye, before driving out of the driveway and turning the corner, where you could no longer watch him.

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Coughing up blood, anxious thoughts crept into his already foggy mind. Would he survive this mission, or was he doomed to fail? Leon had always found a way out of any situation, no matter how dire, but now he was powerless.

The virus had progressed significantly; his body was weakening, and his legs could barely keep him upright. No, he probably wouldn’t live to see the infection take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut so tightly that his eye sockets ached, praying that if all this was destined to end, it would happen quickly, faster—as if, simply by opening his eyes, he would find himself in a painless paradise.

At first, a loud ringing filled his ears, and then it grew so quiet that his brain couldn’t process what was happening right now. His breathing became slow and steady, as if everything had receded into the background. As if his fate weren’t being decided right now.

However, the relentless, merciless burning in his temples reminded him that he was still firmly chained to this hell. No matter how happy he might be, he would still return and almost sacrifice himself for others—such was his possible fate.

To die where it all began.

But not this time.

Fate was on his side again—if one could call Chris Redfield’s fighters fate; without them, Leon and Grace would hardly have been able to make it to the surface on their own. Each of them is busy with their tasks, having first checked both of them for serious injuries or bruises.

But Leon would hardly be breathing right now if it weren’t for Grace—a fragile but brave girl from the FBI. She has obvious potential that she’s bound to unlock in the future, though even today she’s shown courage, holding a gun in her hands in front of a zombie for perhaps the first time.

Looking at her, he remembered himself as a young man, just as inexperienced, young, and unaware of the world’s horrors. Besides, they were both willing to take risks to save others—that made him smile tenderly. He didn’t care that he was covered in dust, that there was a bright red scratch on his forearm, or that the wound on his neck, left by Victor’s scalpel, still ached, but right now he was glad she was safe.

In that short time, he had grown accustomed to her company, even though he’d initially thought she was a worthless FBI agent; but the truth lay much deeper, and he was glad he’d gotten to know her better. He should make an effort to build connections more often, beyond just his coworkers, friends, and family. Having connections in the FBI would be very useful.

And, after asking how she was doing, he realized it was best not to worry her too much right now; she still looked dazed, even as she tried to smile in response to his support. A blanket covered her shoulders so she wouldn’t get cold, and the mug of hot drink she was holding with both hands was surely burning her skin.

Leon is proud of her; she saved a couple of lives just like he did. Without her, he probably wouldn’t have managed; he would have found the antidote, but it would probably have been too late.

The faint smile on her face reminded him of you; he’d seen the same sweet smile on your face when you were shy and giggled; a pleasant warmth spread through his chest, even though he wasn’t wearing a jacket (which he’d lost yet again).

A little over a day had passed, and he already missed you, as if it had been an eternity since he’d held you in his arms… But imagine his surprise when he heard your voice behind him—for a second he thought it was a hallucination from lack of sleep, but when he turned around, Leon really did see you a couple of meters away.

Without hesitation, he walked toward you with a slight smirk and tossed the now-unnecessary gloves from his hands; his wedding ring glinted in the light before he finally sensed your presence beside him.

His body, throbbing with pain, relaxed, and it seemed as though he could feel your little one start to kick. That was all he’d wanted for the past few hours; he didn’t need anything more.

And his eyes filled with tears of happiness when you enthusiastically began to explain why you were there: after he left, your little one had started kicking more often—which meant the birth was just around the corner, and you couldn’t wait any longer to tell him the news.

Leaving a message or calling—that’s not your style.

Leon never in his life thought he’d one day have the chance to process and come to terms with his trauma, to stop drinking every day, almost building towers out of empty beer cans. And most importantly, to become a father someday.

But now, soon he’ll be able to hold your daughter in his arms, to see if she’s inherited your charming smile or his blue eyes. He can’t wait to spoil his two beloved girls, because you both deserve it.

Especially you, who clearly manipulated Chris with your situation just to see him as soon as possible. You probably wouldn’t leave him alone, bombarding him with messages and nearly breaking into his house so he’d take you along with his fighters. Chris didn’t want to get on the wrong side of a woman who could start a conversation with tears and end it with a near-fight, so he agreed to do it.

Leon would bring him a couple of cans of beer later as a thank-you, but that didn’t change the fact that the idea had been crazy—and it had touched his heart.

But right now, you both have been home all day. Safe and comfortable.

It was getting dark outside; a bright crescent moon peeked out alongside tiny stars in the sky. A couple of minutes later, the sound of running water subsides. When he returns, he’s already changed—his worn tactical gear has been replaced by soft gray sweatpants and a dark shirt, loose on his frame. Comfortable.

He’s human again.

He settles onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. The mattress sags under his weight with its familiar creak. The TV hums quietly; some late-night program is on, serving more to create background noise than to attract attention. You were nearby, doing pull-ups, doing light exercises to induce labor early. You’re already in your fortieth week, and you’re worried about the birth. You’ve read up on forums and heard recommendations from doctors that you can do light exercises to help induce labor. True, nothing has helped yet, but you’re not going to give up.

“The baby will be born when she’s ready. You just need to be patient, sweetheart,” he interrupted you, and you looked at him with a worried expression.

“I know, I know,” you shake your head and exhale, taking deep breaths in and out, “I just want to give birth already, because I can’t wait to sleep on my stomach again.”

You gave a wry smile and looked down, stroking your pregnant belly, before carefully climbing into bed next to Leon. His arms gently wrapped around you, pulling you close to his body and drawing you down to lie beside him. You felt calmer as he gently stroked your pregnant belly, and you closed your eyes, relaxing in his strong arms.

“You know, there’s something we could try…”, he murmured thoughtfully, playing with the hem of his old t-shirt on your body; he liked that you wore his old clothes, even if the hem of the T-shirt came almost to your knees.

You opened your eyes and looked up at his face; it seemed to glow with the idea that had just popped into his head. “just don’t tell me it’s tea. I’ve already been offered some, thanks.”

“No! Not tea!” he laughed. “Prostaglandins.”

“Huh?” you raised an eyebrow questioningly, not understanding what your husband was talking about. You’d heard of them, but didn’t really know much about the subject.

“I read an article today, and it says that prostaglandins can help dilate the cervix.”

“And how will that help me? What if it doesn’t work, and there’s something in there that could harm the baby?”

“Well, we’ll get undressed, and I’ll show you just how much I adore this body…” Leon lowered his voice as he continued to hold you close and press you against him, as much as was even possible with your pregnant belly, “And boom! Prostaglandins! And we’ll cum…”

“Are you an idiot?” you asked him point-blank, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. His story made you chuckle; you couldn’t believe how that had even crossed his mind.

“Maybe so, but there’s a theory that sex induces labor,” a wide, sly smile spread across his face before he continued, “the way the baby comes in is the way it comes out.”

“Damn it, Leon!” A blush spread across your cheeks as you were ready to kill him for that joke, but he just burst out laughing. And he only laughed harder because you gently punched him in the chest, even though you’d planned for that to calm him down. “We’re supposed to be talking about serious stuff, aren’t we?”

“Okay, okay, no jokes, sweetie,” he exhaled softly, trying not to laugh, but a smile was still on his face; gentler than the sarcastic one before, “if you want to sleep as much as possible in the coming days, I’m all for it, but I was thinking that after the baby is born, we won’t be able to be… intimate again for a while?”

He continued, “so I’m just saying we could take advantage of this opportunity.”

“Well, I think we can give it a try. Sex is actually good for the baby, so we should try.”

“Really?! Come here, sweetheart”

His lips met yours, exchanging slow kisses as you breathed into his mouth. You ran your hands over his muscular back, simply savoring the feel of his smooth skin. His fingers gently squeezed your thighs, gripping them to roll you both over; you lay beneath him, more comfortable that way, before he leaned down to kiss you again. Your back arched slightly, your fingers burrowing into his dark locks, pushing as the kisses began to travel lower: trails wet with saliva ran down to your neck and chest, until his nose was buried in your breasts.

Leon lifted his head and looked at you, reaching out toward your breast and hovering over it, “Can I touch them? “I know they’re very sensitive, but I’ll try to be careful.”

“Yes, please,” your voice was hoarse with excitement. Sliding the thin fabric of your DSO-logo t-shirt aside, Leon lightly brushed your breast, causing you to exhale.

Lately, your whole body has become so sensitive, and your milk-filled breasts are almost always leaking milk, so you’ve stopped wearing bras. It’s convenient, and in this case, it saves time from having to remove an extra item of clothing from your body. He admires your breasts, gently touching them at first until you nod, letting him know he can go further. When Leon runs his finger over your swollen nipple, you gasp, and he smiles, but tries to do it more gently, “mhm, so soft… and swollen.”

His fingers continue to caress your nipples, gently squeezing one between them while he cups and massages the other. You relax beneath him, close your eyes again, and your breathing evens out. You’ve been craving this so much lately, ever since your breasts became too heavy and you desperately needed a massage.

“I’ve enjoyed watching the changes in your body over the last few months, but I have to say, your breasts are my favorite change in you,” he exhales, and his hand shifts position to give the other breast the same attention, “you’re so beautiful to me, sweetheart…”

“Are you deliberately embarrassing me with compliments?” you asked him and swallowed hard, feeling your panties get wetter.

You’re dripping with arousal just from playing with your sensitive breasts, and because of that, you squeezed your legs together. Your husband is too busy with your tits to notice that right now.

“I can’t help but compliment you when I see you,” he teased you with a smile, making you roll your eyes in annoyance, but your annoyance quickly vanished when you felt his warm breath on your breast. Because he’s kissing them right now, barely touching your skin with his lips, “can I suck on them, baby? I know you’re very sensitive, but… I love how it drives you wild.”

“Yes,” you moan, giving him the green light.

“Yes? Mhmm…”

Your head falls back onto the pillows as his lips wrap around your nipple, licking it, making you quietly breathe out his name. You whimper, your hand stroking your big pregnant belly as you feel the pressure of arousal building in your lower abdomen. At this rate, Leon will make you come if he doesn’t stop.

“Damn, I love it when you arch your back like that,” he whispers against your skin, pulling away for a couple of seconds to kiss and start licking your other nipple. His pale blue eyes were hazy with lust, staring straight at you, studying your reaction as you looked up at him through half-closed eyes. Your cheeks were flushed, and a drop of sweat trickled down your temple—your appearance gave him away that you were aroused, “you need attention somewhere else, hmm?”

“Uh-huh,” you moan pleadingly, watching as he leaves a couple more wet kisses on your chest before moving lower toward your panties. “please”

“There, let’s slide them aside…” His fingers hooked the edge of your panties to pull them down to your ankles, leaving them there forgotten, before turning his attention to your wet pussy, feeling your wetness with his fingers; his thumb pressed against your clit, and a smirk spread across his face at the sound of your moan, “baby, you’re so wet…”

“I’m going to miss you looking like this,” Leon couldn’t resist kissing your big pregnant belly, brushing your belly button as his lips trailed downward until they finally reached your pubic mound, “your body is so amazing—you’re growing a mini version of the two of us…” he smiled softly, looking up at you again, “i have to say, I now understand the breeding kink…”

“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” his free hand gripped your thigh, massaging it gently in his strong hands, “because I want to taste you before we do… the prostaglandin evacuation.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, “you promised no more jokes!”

“Sorry, sorry! No more smirks, I promise!”

Leon chuckled one last time and settled comfortably between your legs, his hot breath scorching your sensitive spot. You blush, and your legs instinctively start to close, but he effortlessly spreads them apart again. He leans in, pressing his nose against your clit and inhaling your scent deeply. Breathing in your scent. It was wild, but your pussy tightened at his movement.

Leon moans, his mouth filling with saliva, as if he’s preparing to taste you for the first time. He could no longer resist and ran the rough strip from your hole to your eager clit, and this unfamiliar sensation took your breath away. During your pregnancy, it had felt alien to you because of your heightened sensitivity. But, God, how good it felt

“Leon...”, you whimper as he gently kisses your clitoris, then again, and again. Your legs tremble sweetly with every kiss. The sound of your voice as you say his name drives him wild; his tongue frantically traces every crevice of your vagina. His pretty little nose presses against your clitoris in the most heavenly way. When he tried to look up at your face, the view was blocked by your swollen belly.

Over the past few months, as it had grown significantly, the two of you had to stick to certain positions where this wasn’t a problem. Even when Leon was pleasuring you with his mouth, he only realized for a second that he’d lost sight of your facial expression, quickly realizing that you couldn’t see his movements either, and this gave him a unique opportunity to surprise his wife.

He wraps his wet lips around your clitoris, aggressively sucking on the delicate bundle of nerves, placing one of his large hands on your stomach, stroking it while you whimper, arching your back, “Oh, Leon…”

“Don’t hold back,” he tells you, and your hips tremble gently around his face and head. He considered using his fingers, but quickly decided you were still too sensitive. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, so he decided that simply licking your pussy would be enough. At this moment, your fingers tried to find the top of his head to grab his hair, but you couldn’t reach it, groping blindly because of your big pregnant belly.

At that moment, your head felt heavy; you couldn’t lift it off the soft pillow, so with a quiet whimper, you moaned in mild disappointment and clenched the sheets of your bed into a small ball, squeezing them desperately tight. Leon’s attention was fixed on your swollen clitoris; he sucked and nibbled at it, ignoring his aching erection in his pants. Anything, just to hear your desperate moans and pleas. He could tell you were ready to come by the way your body trembled in his arms, the way your hips tried to push toward his mouth.

Not to mention the plaintive sobs escaping your sweet lips. The moment he pulled back slightly so your eyes met, something tightened in your stomach. You threw your head back as sharp pleasure flooded your trembling body. A wild tremor in your limbs and sweet cries that only made him press his hips harder against the mattress. Your voice wavered, growing slightly hoarse, as you moaned his name, “Leon!”

Leon lapped up every drop of your juices flowing from your pussy, moaning at the bittersweet taste—one he’d felt on his tongue before. And he kept licking your pussy until he decided he’d had enough, covering your belly and torso with kisses until his face hovered over yours. You looked so beautiful and breathless that he could think of nothing but how you would look taking his cock one last time, pregnant with your little one.

“Are you okay?” he asked you, concerned for your well-being, even though you looked absolutely stunning. “Do you feel up to more?”

You nodded, “Yes, I think I’m ready.”

Leon leaned in and gently kissed you on the lips. You whimpered when he pulled away abruptly, dissatisfied with the brevity of the kiss. And you watch, staring at his lips as you bite yours, hoping he’ll get the hint. Needless to say, he got your hint perfectly. But you were running out of breath, so you pulled away quickly after what seemed like a fleeting kiss.

And that’s when you noticed how his chin glistened with your essence. The warm light from the bedside lamp reflected off it, making it sparkle, which made you giggle and reach out to wipe his stubble, “You’re dirty, Leon.”

“I know,” he exhales, and his hands rest on your hips again. He doesn’t pull away from your thumb, which is wiping his chin as if he were a little child, “thank you, you didn’t have to.”

Leon kissed you on the lips and noticed that your breathing had steadied; now you were breathing deeply and calmly, feeling wonderful. But you’re not going to stop there, are you?

“On your knees, sweetheart,” he gently commanded you, a playful note in his voice. He helped you get down on all fours, holding you steady until he was completely sure you were stable. But his hands still held your hips, and he whistled softly at the sight of you, wet from your orgasm, your juices trickling down the inside of your thighs. “Oh… you’re dripping all over.”

Leon lowered one hand to pull his sweatpants and boxers down, exposing his already hard cock, pulsing slightly in his fist. And he rubbed the head against your clit, making you sigh; your head fell back, and your fingers clenched the sheets tighter. You curse, your breathing ragged as your mouth goes dry again,

“Fuck, Leon…”

“Do you like it when I squeeze your thigh and rub my cock against your clit, mm?” Even though he knows the answer perfectly well, he asks you anyway, wanting to hear that cherished «yes» from your lips.

“Yeah, that feels good,” you moan.

His pale blue eyes watch as his hand, gripping the base of his cock, guides the swollen head up and down your crotch, coating your skin with his oozing pre-cum, and a muffled sigh escapes his lips. It looked so sexy, and a little more, and he wouldn’t have been able to control himself.

“Mmm, fuck, baby,” Leon moaned softly, smearing his essence across your skin. “Are you ready? I’ll go in slowly…”

Finding his bearings and swaying slowly, pressing against your buttocks, he did it slowly. No matter how badly he needed release, he wanted to savor the sensation. And he hadn’t forgotten what had led to this moment. His hands broke away from your thighs, and, moving in and out of you unhurriedly, Leon began massaging your lower back, where most of your belly’s weight rested.

He slid his hand down to cup the lower part of your swollen belly and relieve some of the tension, while his other hand stroked the sore muscles just above your tailbone. You moaned, whether from his massage or from the way he was making love to you—it didn’t matter. The main thing was that he was satisfying your needs and giving you pleasure in one way or another.

“Leon, Leon… F-fuck…,” you moaned loudly, lifting your flushed face from the crumpled pillow; he picked up the pace. One of your hands rested on the bed frame, gripping it tightly, while the other slid down, gently cupping your pregnant belly over his palm, feeling the baby kick. You felt your eyes roll back in pleasure as the tip of his cock caressed your sensitive spot, and it seemed like you were about to go crazy from his pace. “oh my, so deep…”

Saliva began to drip from the corner of your lips, and your forehead was covered in sweat. And then you felt Leon’s hand slide down to your waist, gripping it like a lever, creating the perfect angle to go deeper and hear more of your moans. His sighs and gasps began to echo through the room, making your walls tighten around him.

“You take me so well,” his hoarse voice didn’t immediately register in your mind, clouded by lust. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back, and easily subdued your body, his palm gently squeezing your thigh. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me tight,”

Leon moaned in a low, deep groan. As his cock continued to move in and out, the sound of your juices and his pre-cum created a sloshing noise that harmonized with the fresh sheets beneath you. “I can barely move inside you...”

His other hand slid from your stomach to your milk-swollen breast, massaging and gently pulling on your nipple to draw a sigh from your lips, then moved downward in search of your clitoris. He began to tease it with precise, quick, and gentle movements. You were about to lose your mind.

“It feels… it feels like you’re just sucking me into you and don’t want to let go,” his voice still echoed; you didn’t quite understand his words because your orgasm was starting to build again. It was your second, but it felt like the third or fourth. “and you’re close, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Leon... ahh, almost!” you whispered as his hands lifted your body, pressing your back against his chest. One hand cupped your head, applying no pressure, just to support you, while the other slid down your stomach, also feeling your daughter’s kicks—thanks to whom you were more sensitive, swollen, and beautiful right now.

“Baby, you’re so incredible,” he moaned behind you. Your hands wrapped around his hips again, desperately trying to hold on as his hips mercilessly pounded your ass. “I love you so much.”

Your back arched and your eyes rolled back as the orgasm finally crashed over you like a train. Your whole body trembled, a strange wave of goosebumps ran through it, as an unusual sensation in your stomach unlike a normal orgasm washed over you, and your juices trickled down your thighs in a thin stream, soaking his cock and the already soiled sheets beneath both of you.

For a few seconds, he loosened his grip on your body, turning you back into a limp mass. He held you tight and pulled you close, but kept thrusting into you. His moans and loud gasps from the thrusts filled the room before he let out a groan and released everything inside you. You collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath and trying to catch your breath.

“You were so amazing, you took everything you needed,” you felt Leon kiss the top of your head, holding and rocking you in his strong arms while you felt his cum dripping out of your overflowing body. “and, wait, did you squirt all over me?”

“Mhm?”, still dazed, you looked up at his face, then down at your pregnant belly, cupping it with your hands and feeling it as if you were seeing it for the first time. That strange sensation was still there, and it definitely wasn’t a squirt. It seems… “I think my water broke, Leon.”

“Your water broke?”, he asked you, not believing it. The harmless theory had worked; he hadn’t thought you’d actually go into labor after he came inside you. It sounds like complete nonsense. And as soon as that split-second of disbelief passed, his government agent mode kicked in immediately, completely forgetting about sex, “fuck, get dressed! I’ll grab the bags, and we need to get in the car…”

“Don’t panic, or I’ll panic too,” you exhaled, trying to stay calm and breathe deeply.

“Okay, okay, just stay calm and collected. Got it,” Leon wrapped his arms around you, exhaling, “sweetheart… we’re having a baby today…”

He was overjoyed, barely holding back his emotions, and kissed you on the forehead.

“I love you, I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too, Leon,” you looked up at him and smiled gently, “are you happy?”

“Of course, I’m happy. Scared… but happy,” he confessed to you, “and I can’t wait to meet her.”

He kissed you gently on the lips, his hand soothingly stroking your back to comfort you, before reluctantly pulling away from your face, “let’s go.”

[cummingprincess]

leon takes you in the backseat of his porsche

a/n: hii, this is a quick drabble because i'm sick right now so i barely had the energy to finish it. im sorry if this is too short and meaningless, enjoy reading. tags: nsfw, no plot, sex in the car, unprotected, p in v, size kink, creampie, aftercare; leon is a little irritated ;) synopsis: after the party, you were both driving home until you started teasing him while he was driving. your pretty eyes did the trick, and you convinced him to pull over to the side of the road so you could stop teasing him. pairing: afab!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy wk: 1,368 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

Rain gently taps on the windshield, and the car is completely silent as you and Leon drive home from the party. You take off your high heels after a long and awkward struggle and unbuckle your seatbelt to put your feet on Leon's lap. A dangerous game, considering what kind of driver he is.

“Are you trying to cause an accident? I'm driving.”

“Then stop,” you say with a smug smile, pressing the ball of your foot against his groin, “nothing will disturb us here anyway.”

He couldn't argue with that, so, sighing feignedly, he did just that. The road is deserted anyway, with only the forest and rain in sight. He couldn't hide his irritation; he was all fired up from the small amount of alcohol he had drunk and, of course, from you, and his cock was half-erect in his pants. Leon curses himself silently: this young minx, who knows him so well, is about to ruin him.

“Get in the back seat,” he told you, nodding.

You climbed over the center console instead of getting out of the car like an adult, as Leon did. A damn childish thing to do. You don't deny it, because even he had to smile and shake his head before closing the back door of the car behind him. And now his big, rough hands are wrapped around your plush thighs, turning you to face him. His blue eyes look down at you with frenzied, undisguised desire. Leon looks you up and down: the luxurious dress he bought for you, falling to your waist, and the lace panties that completely expose your pussy.

He exhales in irritation.

“All this damn time, all I could think about was how to get you out of this stupid party,” he grumbles, never taking his eyes off your face. "tsk. And now you're teasing me while I'm driving? Can't you wait until we get home?“

You feel yourself clenching the emptiness, but it's too late to stop the pitiful, plaintive moan that escapes your lips, something like, «mhm» His lips curve into a slow, sinister smirk, “naughty girl. You like that idea, don't you?” His hands finally move, but not where you want them to, not where you need them to. His fingers, rough but gentle, slide over the elastic of your panties. He lingers there—not because he's hesitating, but because he's a smug, damn bastard, “do you like teasing me, testing my limits?”

“Look at yourself,” he growls in a low, hoarse voice right into your ear, “all prim and proper in front of the cameras. But I know who you really are. My little slut, getting fucked senseless in the back seat of my car.”

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at the city lights outside the window, “do you think any of these people have a clue? That old DSO agent is now up to his ears in his pretty little thing? That he'd rather be here, buried in this tight pussy, than at that boring party?”

“Leon,” you gasp, writhing under the warmth of his body.

He leans over you, his hot breath burning your neck, then he slowly parts his lips and presses against your skin. Your moan is sinful, pornographic. And it has some effect on Leon. All his remaining self-discipline bursts from your whimpering. With one hand, he pins your wrists above your head, with the other, he rips your expensive panties as if it means nothing—and why should it? He has the money to replace them. Hell, he could buy you the whole store. The sound of tearing fabric echoes through the car.

He tosses the unnecessary pieces of fabric aside like trash, never taking his eyes off yours. His hand rushes to your thighs, spreading them apart before his other free hand unzips his fly, not bothering to take his pants off completely. He positions himself at your entrance and gently runs the tip of his red, ejaculate-covered cock over you.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” he teases, smirking, but for a second you're not sure you can, because he's so big. The first thrust is strong and deep. A feeling of fullness appears in your lower abdomen. You look down at the point of contact and moan. You've done this a million times, you know how he works, but it still surprises you. Only part of his cock is inside you. He pauses, pressing against your pussy, allowing you to get used to his enormous size. When your shoulders relax, that sly smile reappears on his face. He is so warm that it almost burns. And then, with one relentless movement, he enters you completely.

A shiver ran through both of you, and the sounds that followed were involuntary, unrestrained—a cry of pleasure as the sensation overwhelmed every nerve. Your back instinctively arches above the seat. The pressure borders on pain, but it is a pleasant pain. A hot stretch that takes your breath away, and you start to beg. He doesn't give you a chance to beg before he starts moving, and you quiver plaintively around him, trying to keep him inside. He chuckles softly, and that deep, hoarse sound echoes throughout the car, “greedy little thing, huh?”

Then he enters sharply and deeply, his strength knocking the air out of your lungs. He sets a brutal, exhausting pace. Every thrust makes you moan.

“Leon,” you cry.

“Look at me,” he says breathlessly, his voice hoarse but damn sexy. You struggle to open your eyes and meet his gaze. His face is flushed: his cheeks are hot, his forehead glistens with sweat, and his eyes are wide open and clouded with lust. One look at your exhausted expression is enough to ignite an animalistic, insatiable desire in his eyes. “that's it, baby. Lemme see you. Show me how good I make you feel.”

His gaze drops, sliding over the contours of your body until it stops where the two of you are joined. And there it is. A distinct, delicious mound pressing against your lower abdomen. Visible proof of his enormous size. Of how deep he is inside you.

A guttural sound escapes his chest, somewhere between a growl and a moan. He is completely possessed. Slowly, almost reverently, he places his hand on your stomach, pressing his thumb directly onto the bulge. The pressure makes you gasp, throwing your head back.

“Can you feel how deep I am? I'm filling you up completely," Leon says hoarsely. Changing angles, he hits that spot inside you that makes stars flash before your eyes. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper. The tension in your stomach grows stronger as your moans become higher and more desperate. “come on”, he says breathlessly, his rhythm becoming uneven, his thrusts stronger and more purposeful. “come for me. I wanna feel you come.”

He leans down, his teeth scratching the tender skin of your neck before he sinks his teeth in, hard enough to leave a mark, to claim you. It's enough to make you orgasm, fierce and all-consuming: your body arches, a muffled cry escapes your throat as waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you trembling and spent. Your vision blurs, and for a moment, all you know is this all-consuming pleasure.

He fucks you hard, his movements becoming awkward as your walls tighten around him. With a guttural groan, he thrusts one last time, his whole body tensing as he cums inside you, moaning. Leon falls on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his ragged, hoarse breathing beating in your ear. For a long time, all you can hear is your own panting and the frantic beating of your hearts. He is heavy, like a solid, comforting weight pressing you to the ground. Leon gently kisses the bite mark on your neck, which contrasts sharply with the brutal way he just fucked you.

“I knew you could do it,” he mutters in a smug, satisfied tone. You can't help but smile, gasping and trembling. “and you did it. I'm proud of you.”

[cummingprincess]

leon gives off a lot to the idea of make u pregnant.

a/n: hii, it's more headcanon than mini-drabble 'bout leon's breeding kink cause i just got better and this is the only thing i've the energy for, lmao. i also saw spoilers for re9 and i'm skeptical about them, but i don't think they're fake because there's the characters have va. so, enjoy reading wc: 870 find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

Leon looks at the nearly empty box of condoms he pulls out of his desk drawer. His eyes search for yours, and an unspoken question hangs in the air. Should he buy more before they run out completely?

His mind is filled with thoughts of possessing you. He sees the engagement ring he once placed on your finger while kneeling before you, and images immediately come to mind of him returning home from work or an exhausting mission to see you become the perfect housewife for him. Taking care of him, of your children, whom he created with you. Because this is proof of your eternal love.

Maybe you two will have a girl or a boy, or better yet, both. The house is so lacking the patter of little feet and that cute child's voice joyfully shouting, “Daddy!” Those little hands that will hug his ankles because his sweet daughter is still too short to reach Daddy. Or he will play soccer with his son in the backyard, teaching him how to score goals and praising him for beating his old man—it all touches him deeply.

Leon's mind is still filled with thoughts of how your body is changing, adapting to what he has done to you, how he has declared you the mother of his children...

Once you both decided you wanted children, all bets were off. Leon was eager to hear your thoughts, ready to respect any suggestion that came out of your mouth. He asked you dozens of times if you were sure. Only after several “yes, I'm sure” did he throw your birth control pills and condoms in the trash. He is serious.

Now you have a sober Leon, eager to plant his seed in you. He had to give up beer and whiskey, no matter how painful it was for him.

And only now does it get hot. It was always hot with Leon, he is simply crazy about you. He takes pleasure and pride in making you break down endlessly beneath him. If your legs aren't shaking, he's dissatisfied and will make sure the reaction is the exact opposite.

And Leon begins to track your cycle in more detail, noting each subsequent ovulation so that he can ask for a day off from work on that very day.

Leon even bought the book “How to Be a Good Father” and reads it in secret, occasionally adjusting his glasses on his nose, trying to memorize every line; he started reading a lot on forums about how to make your pregnancy easier, how to be the best husband for you.

And this was also reflected in sex.

You've both tried every trick in the book: propping your hips up with a pillow; bending your legs, putting you on your knees so you're leaning on your elbows while he's behind you, wrapping his free arm around your waist. The way he talks to you is getting more and more dirty.

He moans loudly in your ear as he plunges into your pussy, making sure you take him deep, and his cock hardens with excitement, hoping that his dream of offspring will come true, “I can't wait to see you all swollen with our baby.”

There isn't a single surface, wall, or cabinet, table, or floor that Leon hasn't fucked you on. Who would have thought that this man's libido would grow several times over, that sometimes you wonder where he gets all the energy for it.

Every time Leon pulls his cock out of you, he feels ecstasy as his cum slowly drips down your thighs while you catch your breath after wild sex. It mesmerizes him, so he doesn't mind filling you up again and again, caressing your belly, where his seed may already have taken root.

And he doesn't forget about your breasts.

The sensitive skin of your breasts melts in his hands, and he feels their weight as he fucks you from behind, gently massaging them. And that languid, lustful look in your eyes as you look down at him, watching him lick and kiss your breasts, whispering some pleasant nonsense; his lips close around your nipple, sucking before gently biting it with his teeth, just to make you sigh. Your hands run through his hair, combing it back and closing your eyes as hoarse moans escape your lips.

You both walked long but confidently towards the two stripes on the test, having seen more than one test with only one stripe. And when you came out of the bathroom with a big smile, Leon immediately understood: you, his pretty wife, were pregnant.

He is beside himself with joy; he carries you around the house, shouting that he is going to have a baby. He can't help but shower you with kisses all over, then kneels down and kisses your still flat stomach.

Leon loves you, and not just loves you, but adores, cherishes, and respects you. You weren't sure anyone could love you more than this man. But now that your belly is starting to grow, he loves you even more. He loves both of you, you and your future baby, as if he won't get a second chance in life.

[cummingprincess]

leon cracks you in the fitting room

a/n: hii, i've been taking a break from studying and am finally getting back to drabbles but i won't be making requests for now because i have a ton of my own ideas but feel free to leave them, i'll make them! so, enjoy reading ☆*:o(≧▽≦)o:*☆ pairing: fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy wc: 1,948 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

Nothing compares to Leon’s hatred of shopping.

You know it, his friends know it, and anyone who knows him even a little bit is well aware of it, too. For him, it became a complete waste of time once he discovered he could have everything delivered right to his door (albeit for an extra fee) and avoid wasting precious time running around boutiques. It annoys him when you beg him very, very hard to come with you, but somehow, in some unimaginable way—and definitely not because you promised to look for something in the lingerie section—he always agrees.

All for the sake of his precious girlfriend.

That’s why you’re trying your hardest right now to hold back a laugh as he groans loudly, like an old man, from the other side of the fitting room, muttering something under his breath when you tell him you need to try on a few more dresses.

His thick arms are crossed over his chest, a couple of shopping bags lie nearby, and he’s probably thrown his head back against the wall in irritation. Leon watches the shoppers picking out clothes and the sales assistants offering their help with selections; his gaze falls on his wristwatch: it was already five o’clock in the evening, and he just couldn’t get you out of the mall. But your loving boyfriend will wait for you, because he has no choice.

“Hurry up, young lady, or are we going to be here until nightfall?” he asks emotionlessly, turning his head toward the fitting room where you were changing.

“Just a little longer, I promise,” you say sweetly from behind the curtain in that tone that makes him click his tongue softly as he leans back against the wall.

Leon runs his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve the fatigue. He hates how long this is taking and is already thinking about all the things he could have done in that time, like reading that mystery novel he’s always been putting off, or trying out the new lazy lasagna recipe you sent him from Instagram.

But his gaze lifts, his thoughts vanish, when the curtain finally parts and you slowly step out, smoothing the hem of the dress that hugs you in all the right places and walks the line between too long and too short—just right. His gaze slowly slides down from your face to your body, and then back to your face.

“How much does the dress cost?”

And it’s not that he cares about the price; he’s ready to spend and buy you anything when the government generously rewards his exploits on missions and deposits more than six zeros into his account. That’s how his brand-new Porsche ended up in his garage thanks to you, because you pointed your finger at that car and immediately pictured Leon in it, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes searching for you in the rearview mirror while you’re both stuck in a long traffic jam during rush hour.

The perfect scenario is to bite your lower lip and squeeze your thighs together as you imagine the condensation running down the windows, steamed up by your hot breath, his hands grip your thighs, urging you to bounce on his cock and keep going until you accidentally lean back and hit the steering wheel, and a loud beep blares from the steering wheel, and you both laugh because you can’t go on anymore. But that’s not the point right now.

“It’s Valentino,” you simply reply, handing Leon a couple of dresses you’d tried on earlier so he can take them to the sales associate.

“Val-what? Jill started her own brand? Someone’s actually making progress in life.”

“Valentino, Leon, Va-len-ti-no,” you repeat, “and it’s not Jill’s brand. It’s a designer who dresses Hollywood stars.”

His eye is about to twitch.

“Designer,” he repeats emotionlessly, “you ruined my impression of the dress with that… Valentino.”

You smile sweetly, “I’m not going to leave this dress in the store, because you didn’t even like it in the first place! You’ll survive if you look at it one more time. Come on, Leon, for my sake.”

Leon looks at you skeptically, but with a heavy sigh he agrees; perhaps realizing that he’s already started acting like an old man: everything annoys him, and his discontented muttering under his breath shows no sign of stopping. So he looks you over in it again, and it fits you quite well, and the color is pleasing to the eye, and he admits that it looks as if it were made just for you. “…Turn around”

Yeah, you turn around once, your skirt shifts slightly, and you can’t help but glance back at him over your shoulder with a sly smile, expecting him to admit he was wrong out loud, when behind you Leon narrows his eyes, “this one isn’t leaving the store”he said, sounding a little stern.

“Why not?”

“Because,” he replies, tossing your bags onto the soft pouf next to him and stepping closer, “no one should see you in this…”

You don’t have time to open your mouth to protest before his hands suddenly wrap around your waist, pulling the two of you into the fitting room, his chest pressing against your back. And he finishes, “except me.”

Your breath catches as you feel him press against you too, “are you turned on?”

“I can’t help it when…” He lowers his head to your neck, and you moan, “you look damn sexy in that dress.”

His hands slide up your waist, up your chest, to cup your nipples through the silk fabric of the dress. He squeezes them once, twice, his thumbs brushing against them, and you shudder, arching your back toward him and pressing your forehead against the mirror, “Leon, but…”

“I’ll be quick. I’ll be very quick, you know,” he mutters, hurriedly and as quietly as possible unbuttoning his pants. “We need to be quiet, okay?”

Your boyfriend whispers hotly against your skin, and when you feel his fingers push your panties aside and your dress ride up just above your buttocks, you nod, feeling desire churn in your stomach, and close your eyes as he enters you.

“Okay, be quiet…” one of his hands wraps around your waist, holding you tight so you don’t fall, while the other presses you against the wall. His breath catches in your ear, his hand squeezes yours as you breathe his name onto your lips; your fingers desperately grip the coat hook, because he was so deep inside you that your legs nearly buckled, “oh, Leon...”

He groans softly, pulls his cock out, then thrusts it back in, and the pressure makes you both exhale in unison. The thick head touches your cervix, and he freezes, his body trembling with restrained desire. Your stifled sigh was the release Leon had been craving; he begins to move, rocking his hips toward you. The deep penetration makes your toes curl, and you cling to the pillows, moaning with every thrust inside you.

Your fingers grip the hook on the wall tighter; you try with all your might to stay quiet, your breath ragged, as Leon leans down low and inhales the scent of your hair, his jaw clenched. The room is small, the walls clearly thin; the curtain barely hides the two of you.

Every slow movement of his hips makes the coat hangers next to you tremble slightly. His hand on your waist pulls you toward him to meet his thrusts, and in response, you throw your head back, pressing yourself against him, closing your eyes tightly and biting your lip. The mirror in front of you shows everything: your dress gathered at your hips, your boyfriend behind you, his broad chest rising and falling as he tries to stay silent. Your hair is tousled, a bead of sweat trickles down your temple, and your fingers were ready to snap those damn little coat hooks.

Now he grabs your chin with one hand so you can’t look away from the two of you reflected in the mirror, “Look at yourself,” andyou nod blankly, your orgasm building to an uncomfortable intensity so quickly.

The words get stuck in your throat as Leon’s hand clamps down on your jaw, his eyebrows furrowed, and he begins to move his hips faster, pressing against your buttocks. The sound is quiet, but unmistakably recognizable to any passerby. You moan, pressing against your own hand, which you use to muffle your voice, clenching tightly at the moment of orgasm, feeling the pleasure wash over you from within.

“Oh my God, fuck,” Leon groans, releasing your jaw and roughly grabbing your breast, and a few seconds later begins biting your neck, muffling his own voice as he cums. His cock erupts with hot streams of cum inside you, and he freezes, pressing his hips against your lower back and letting out a trembling moan of your name.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” you ask him in a trembling voice, and you’re both breathing heavily, his calloused hands sliding over your waist, comforting you as you try to catch your breath.

He shakes his head no, not thinking anyone heard the two of you, and helps you take off your dress and change back into the same clothes you came in. Your pupils are still dilated as you try to fix your hair with red cheeks; Leon also adjusts his bangs and chuckles softly, which makes you give him a murderous glare, and he, noticing this in the mirror, stops.

“Alright, then, go out and wait for me by the fitting room as if nothing happened,” you gently ordered him, straightening your clothes.

He smirks, “Sure, sweetheart.”

The curtain flutters behind him as Leon steps out of the fitting room, and he leans back in his chair, resting one hand on the armrest and the other on his thigh. He looks completely relaxed, as if he hadn’t just brought you to orgasm in two minutes. Your cheeks are still warm as you follow your boyfriend out, and you try your hardest to keep a neutral expression, gathering the stack of dresses you’d tried on into your arms.

Leon still has that smug smirk on his face, and at your warning glance, he just grins, “honey, did you try on everything you wanted?” he asks you innocently.

“Yes,” you reply, grabbing your bags.

The two of you head back to the register, and that’s when you notice the saleswoman standing behind the counter, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the two of you. Her face is red, and she fiddles with the cash register, then with a stack of hangers; her gaze darts literally in every direction—except yours. The silence between you was agonizing, and with every glance at the two of you, she blushed even more; her hands fumbled haphazardly as she stumbled carrying your things.

When the clerk finally shows you the receipt, you watch patiently as Leon slowly reaches into his back pocket; he rummages through his wallet until he finds it and pays. The transaction is complete, and the saleswoman practically shoves the bag of clothes into your bag, her voice still tense, “Have a nice day!”

“You too,” you reply quickly, already turning away.

Just as you step away from the counter, Leon’s hand rests low on your lower back; his expression is unreadable,“do you think that woman heard us?” he asks as you walk out of the mall.

“Definitely.”

But Leon just laughs, grinning, not the least bit embarrassed. “Then we put on a show for her.”

[cummingprincess]

random SFW/NSFW headcanons w/ re9 Leon

a/n: hii, its my birthday and as a gift to myself i decided to do this. this is all just my opinion and if you think differently, you can write in the comments! enjoy reading; update: maybe make a part two with other Leons? find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

SFW:

Leon's the type to has a phone but hardly ever uses it. If you want to chat with him, it's better to call him right away instead of sending a message that he'll read in a few hours, even if he's not busy.

Leon's the type to adore your care. You cover his scars from past missions on his forearms and biceps with kisses, leaving traces of lipstick on his tanned skin, while you whisper that it suits him better, to which he just smiles and nods in agreement.

Leon's the type to approve of your silly but very sweet ideas. Once you asked him if you could braid his hair into pigtails, and he gave his approval with his trademark smile. While you were braiding two cute pigtails on either side of his head, he dozed off on the sofa and then completely forgot that you had tied his hair into ridiculous pigtails.

Leon's the type to love to surprise you. Like with an unexpected date when you least expect it. Once you're both there, he'll stand behind you and cover your eyes to build up the intrigue, then whisper something sweet in your ear that will make you laugh.

Leon's the type to can't help but put his hands on your hips while you're kissing. He'll gently squeeze them or caress them softly. He also can't walk by without slapping your butt. He'll laugh until you slap him back.

NSFW:

Leon's the type to obey you. He degrades himself from the feeling of your hands on his body when you tease him, and he has to whine and beg for more. All his problems vanish when he can no longer think about anything except your touch, which seems so special at that moment. Being big and huge compared to you, he still can't do anything about himself because his mind is clouded. In the same cowgirl position, he lets you take the initiative, pace, and speed; his hands are only on your waist or buttocks, helping you. Only closer to orgasm will he push his hips toward you more often for greater stimulation.

Leon's the type to has the language of love through observation. After work, he will come into the kitchen, lean his back against the wall, and watch you work at the stove. You turn around because you hear footsteps and see him standing there relaxed, his biceps straining under his compression shirt as he folds his arms across his chest, a lazy smile on his face. You see him like this every night: a little tired, but damn sexy with that careless side-swept bang... and those muscles. He'll definitely have a 5-star meal at the kitchen table for dinner, and that thought includes more than just food.

Leon's the type to use sometimes his tie or belt to tie your hands above your head. He has handcuffs from his work as a cop, but sometimes he completely forgets about them in the heat of the moment, which is not their purpose at all. He improvises, and most often it is the belt that keeps your wrists in one position. He always makes the most of those rare moments when he is on top, because now it is his one small but important mission—to bring you pleasure by any means necessary.

Leon's the type has become lazy with age. He used to get himself ready in the morning, but now he's tired of it. He loves you very much, but he's too lazy to even put on sweatpants unless he has to go to work. He is especially lazy after morning sex. He forgets about food and is ready to sleep a little longer, hugging you and holding you close while the morning sun shines into your bedroom. You laugh and kiss him on the forehead, seeing him as a lazy big cat who just wants to bask in warmth and comfort.

Leon's the type to love to throw you over his shoulder. You're light enough for him to carry you without any problems, and he can hold your high heels in his hand when you're drunk on his shoulder. He won't just pick you up like that when you're drunk, for example. When you tease him excessively during the day, he may do the same thing and slap you on the butt as he carries you to the bedroom, annoyed by the slap. He is too old for a lot of jokes, especially after a long day at work, so he will have to teach his brat a lesson in bed.