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
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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.
hii, could i request DI leon being a little too obsessed with the new recruit and getting the reader on his team, and keeps him close because leon is possessive - male reader maybe?
PAIRING — DI!LEON 'S' KENNEDY X MALE!READER
NOTE— THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING😋 I wasn't to sure if you wanted a oneshot or headcanons for this one so I went on ahead and just did headcanons, I'm so sorry if that isn't what you wanted😞
Genre — YANDERE|ROMANCE
M-LIST
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— doesn’t just notice the new recruit walk into the room; he fixates the second he sees him. The briefing turns to static in his ears, his gaze glued to the tall lines of the rookie’s frame, the sharpness of his jaw, the way he stands at attention like he was born for it.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— feels jealousy coil like barbed wire in his chest when the other agents glance at the new guy. The idea of anyone else staring too long at him—his rookie, his find—lights a dark heat behind his ribs.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— tells himself the twist in his gut when the young man introduces himself is survivor’s guilt, that he just doesn’t want to see another fresh face get torn apart in the field. But Leon knows better. It’s obsession. Hunger. An ugly, desperate need to claim him.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— memorizes every detail: the way the recruit clears his throat before speaking, the flex of muscle under his shirt when he shifts in his seat, the sharp timbre of his voice. It sears into Leon’s mind, burning hotter than it should.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— takes the seat next to him the first chance he gets, leaning close as if he’s just offering guidance. His words come off calm, friendly, professional—but his eyes linger far too long, roaming over the man like he’s already marked him.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— leaves the meeting with a silent vow carved into his chest: this man will be on his team. Every op, every mile, every breath of danger—Leon will make sure the recruit is always at his side. Because Leon Kennedy doesn’t lose what he’s claimed.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— keeps pulling strings to make sure you’re always assigned to his team, no matter how small or large the mission. Other agents notice the favoritism, but no one dares question him directly.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— can’t stop hovering over you during training drills, correcting your stance, adjusting your aim, his hand lingering on your shoulder a little too long—masking obsession under the guise of mentorship.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— feels the weight of survivor’s guilt gnawing at his soul, convincing himself that if he keeps you close, keeps you safe, maybe it’ll balance out all the people he’s lost. You’re his redemption, his anchor, his proof he can still save someone.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— grows frustrated whenever you’re placed on temporary assignments with other operatives. He’ll spend sleepless nights replaying the risks in his head, restless until you’re back under his watch.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— constantly insists you ride with him, sit beside him, pair up with him—making sure there’s never a mission where you’re out of his line of sight.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— has a warped view of your bond, convinced that you’re the only reason he hasn’t completely fallen apart. His obsession masquerades as loyalty, but underneath, it’s desperation.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— watches you in battle with a fixation so sharp it’s suffocating. Every time you take a hit, his pulse spikes with rage and panic—because the thought of losing you is unbearable, worse than any nightmare he’s ever lived through.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— never hides his bias, telling others you’re the best he’s worked with—even if you’ve barely been out in the field. His words are sharp, unshakable, as though daring anyone to challenge the claim.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— sometimes stares at you when you’re not looking, haunted by the thought of your corpse joining the ghosts that follow him. He tells himself that won’t happen—not you. Never you.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— masks his obsession under casual remarks, telling you he “works better with you around” or “doesn’t trust anyone else to cover his back.” The truth is, he doesn’t trust anyone else with you.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— would rather risk breaking protocol, orders, and his career than let you be taken off his team. To him, keeping you close isn’t just attachment—it’s survival. Because in his mind, if you go, he won’t last either.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— casually goes through your personal effects when you’re not around—your locker, your gear, even your phone if you leave it unlocked. He tells himself it’s for “safety,” but really, it’s to feel closer to you when you’re not there.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— has already imagined what it would take to keep you away from the field entirely. An injury, a falsified report, a reassignment—anything that would make you dependent on him, stuck by his side where no one else can risk taking you away.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHO— doesn’t just protect you—he controls you. He decides when you eat, when you rest, when you’re “ready” for combat. And when you question him, his voice tightens, almost breaking, as he hisses that he “can’t lose you too.”
