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raping an unconscious married 50 yo leon until it takes and next day ur like "well... guess who's going to be a father!!!!" if ur willing to... would love ur expansion on this!!!

OFC im willing!!!!! this is so PEAK anon id kiss u and was fun to write too 😇 you can count how many times i mentioned the ring and i guess i have personal beef with it (i do)

I LOVE YOU (I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME)

re9 Leon Kennedy x female reader | MDNI!! 18+ | dead dove do not eat, non con sex/rape, implied drugging ig, smut, female reader, reader is delusional tbh, creampie, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, babytrapping, cowgirl, age gap, infidelity, sorry for mistakes, not proofread

tags: @melanchol1cs @nekkiotine

A ring. A Fucking ring. A fucking, ugly piece of silver coiled around his finger. Like an ugly snake around his finger that laughs in your face every time his hand looms in your eyes. It reminds you of a noose too, appearing like a flash of thunder in your brain, the one you'd put around your neck like a new necklace before jumping down.

You hear the distinguishable crack which your neck would do. God no. Shrugging away all thoughts.

Focus on good news, it is positive. Two lines, a thick additional red line.

lilsmsie

teacher´s pet (pt.1)

synopsis/summary: new semester. new stress. new lectures and perhaps—a new interesting (hot) professor?

content & warnings: prof! x student!, age gap, power dynamics, smut! (soon & will be specified on chapter)

Life, you decided, had a cruel sense of timing.

Of all days to miss your bus, it had to be the first day of university.

A sharp breath slipped past your lips, half sigh, half frustration. “Goddamn it—” you muttered under your breath, the words dissolving into the morning air. Being late was bad enough, but late to a lecture? On the first day of a new semester? That felt like a personal nightmare crafted just for you.

You didn’t even know the professor yet. For all you knew, he could be the strict, no-nonsense type—the kind who paused mid-sentence when someone slipped in late, who fixed them with a look sharp enough to cut. The thought alone made your stomach twist.

And it wasn’t even your fault.

You had tried. You had really tried. You’d even skipped your usual coffee run—the only small ritual that made your mornings bearable—just to be on time. You’d planned everything perfectly.

But life, apparently, had other plans.

With a quiet huff, you straightened from where you’d been hunched over, hands braced against your knees. Your lungs burned from running, each breath still uneven as you tried to steady yourself. Your feet ached in protest, your kitten heels having betrayed you entirely. If anything, they had slowed you down. Turned your desperate sprint into something closer to a clumsy, awkward hurry. You were certain you must’ve looked ridiculous, clicking unevenly against the pavement in a futile attempt at speed.

You pushed the thought away and glanced down at your phone, the screen lighting up your face with the time.

You could still make it...maybe not early, maybe not even on time, but not late enough to make a grand entrance.

Letting out a slow breath, you forced yourself to accept your fate. There was nothing left to do now but wait.

A faint rumble in the distance pulled you from your thoughts. You lifted your head, hope flickering cautiously in your chest as the bus came into view, its familiar shape rounding the corner like some long-awaited rescue. For a moment, everything else faded. The ache in your feet, the lingering sting in your lungs, the anxious knot in your stomach.

Right. You weren’t doomed.

The bus hissed to a stop in front of you, doors folding open with a mechanical sigh. You stepped inside quickly, offering a quiet greeting to the driver as you tapped your ticket, then moved down the aisle in search of a seat. Your hands were still slightly unsteady as you gripped the pole, the adrenaline from your earlier sprint refusing to settle just yet.

As the bus lurched forward, you glanced at your phone again, mentally calculating the remaining time. If traffic wasn’t too bad… if the stops were quick… if nothing else went wrong—

No. Don’t jinx it.

Outside the window, the city blurred past in streaks of muted color, people moving about their mornings, completely unaware that your entire academic future felt like it hinged on the next fifteen minutes. You shifted in your seat, smoothing down your clothes in a futile attempt to make yourself look more put-together—less like someone who had just run half a marathon in heels.

Your reflection in the glass caught your eye for a brief second. Slightly flushed, a little disheveled… but not disastrous. (thank god)

The bus slowed. Another stop. Great. You resisted the urge to sigh, fingers tapping restlessly against your thigh as a few passengers got on and off. Every second felt louder now, heavier, like it was ticking just for you.

Finally, your stop approached.

You were on your feet before the bus could even fully halt. Quickly you slipped past the doors the second they opened, accidentally bumping into someone as you do so. Right now you couldn’t care less though, you had places to be. The moment your heels hit the pavement again, you were moving—faster this time, more controlled, weaving through the flow of students heading in the same direction.

The university building loomed ahead, tall and imposing, its glass doors reflecting the morning light. Your heart pounded harder the closer you got, each step echoing with the same thought:

Don’t be late. Don’t be late. Don’t be late.

You pushed through the entrance, the familiar hum of voices and footsteps surrounding you as you hurried down the hallway, scanning the signs until—

There.

You slowed down a bit, your heels clacking in a slower rhythm now. You were trying to compose yourself by catching your breath. Your hand hovered over the door handle for a brief moment, hesitation creeping in.

What if he was already inside?

What if everyone is already seated?

What if—?

You shook your head sharply.

No. There was no time to think now. Just do.

With one final steadying breath, you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

And god did regret hit you sharply and unforgiving the next second. Everybody‘s eyes were on you. Every head in the room turned toward you in near-perfect unison, conversations dying mid-whisper, pens pausing above paper. It was as if someone had pressed pause on the entire lecture hall…just to watch you. Your eyes were scanning each row frantically now, hoping to at least find one familiar face. You felt like a deer caught in headlights.

This whole process must’ve taken you longer than you realized, as somebody next to you cleared their throats. Footsteps approaching.

Yet everybody‘s eyes were still glued onto you.

"Do you perhaps want to take a…seat?" The voice came from right beside you.

It was low and rough. Controlled in a way that made it far worse than if he had simply sounded annoyed.

Slowly and hesitantly you turned your head.

And there he was.

Your professor.

Looking at you with his arms crossed and brow cocked.

Up close, he was…different than you expected. Usually the professors looked pretty…well…professor-y? and certainly not this hot. He was tall, for one. Broad-shouldered, his posture relaxed but commanding in a way that didn’t need effort. A stubble adored his jawline. Grey strands of hair blending blending into his chestnut blonde hair. His gaze was fixed on you, sharp blue eyes assessing. not unkind, but far too aware.

It made your pulse stutter. And your words as well.

“I—uhm—yes. Sorry,” you managed, your voice quieter than you would’ve liked.

Brilliant. Late and awkward.

You moved quickly then, almost too quickly, slipping past him and into the nearest empty seat you could find, your steps careful but hurried, heels betraying you once again with soft, echoing clicks against the floor.

You swore you could still feel his gaze boring into your back.

Even as you sat down, even as you fumbled to pull out your laptop, even as you tried to desperately to disappear into your seat.

For a brief moment, the room stayed silent. You expected around hundreds of thousands of bad scenarios, but this had to the worst out of them.

“Next time,” his voice carried smoothly across the lecture hall as he turned back toward the front, “try to arrive before I do."

Right now you cursed and damned all the gods, the universe—even mother nature—for putting you into this position.

He the continued. “Now—where were we?”

The room shifted back into motion as if nothing had happened. Finally the upper ups have heard you.

Pens resumed their quiet writing, laptop keys clicking softly again, and the low murmur of attention settled once more. You still felt tense though, like you couldn’t relax properly. At the front of the room, your Professor continued as though your interruption had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. Something he had already filed away and dismissed.

“—as I was saying,” he went on, voice steady, controlled, “this course won’t be one you can coast through. If you’re here to sit quietly and hope for the best, you’re in the wrong lecture hall.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Well damn?

There was something in the way he spoke—not loud, not aggressive—but firm. Precise. Like every word was placed exactly where it needed to be.

Now, you weren’t new to strict professors. You had your fair shares of them in the last years and if anything, you knew exactly how to handle them. Keep your head down, do the work and certainly don’t draw attention. Funnily you’ve already broken one of the rules in a matter of seconds. Your grades were also solid (more than solid) and you had managed to stay out of trouble, out of unnecessary conversations, out of anything that might complicate your life. You showed up, you did what was expected, and in return, you got your peace. It was truly that simple. And even though you had heard about how hard this course was going to be from some of your Upper-year peers, you were confident it was going to work the same way again.

They also did warn you that the professor in this course was not really known for his patience. And not for his kindness exactly either. But he was competent.

and hot. like genuinely mouth watering hot.

perhaps it was your dilfism but goddamn—

You slightly shook your head at that. What the fuck were you even thinking right now??

When silence erupted once again, you looked up from your laptop. And immediately you wish you didn’t. It seems like he wanted to give everybody some time to let his words sink in. And by doing so he just had to look at you, like he directly meant you with every word that he spoke. His look wasn’t subtle. Neither soft. It was sharp, assessing in a way that made your stomach drop. As if he were measuring something—and finding it lacking.

Then just as quickly, he looked away.

Dismissed.

Like you weren’t even worth holding his attention on any longer.

Heat crept up your neck, embarrassment curling tight in your chest. You looked down at your laptop again, though you hadn’t typed in a single letter yet. Your thoughts were too loud, too tangled.

One the outside you looked quite put together. Confident even. But deep within you there was this constant, low hum of anxiety that never quite went away. It lived in the back of your mind, in the tightness of your chest, in the way your thoughts tended to spiral just a little too fast when things didn’t go according to plan. You learned to adapt with it. Making yourself smaller and unnoticeable. You were used to the quiet fear of doing something wrong. Even when you were clearly doing it right.

Now wasn’t the time right to overthink, so you forced yourself to focus or to at least pretend like you were following along. Your fingers hovered over the laptop’s keys, waiting for any command to write something down.

The lecture went on faster than you expected. Time blurred in a strange way, slipping through your fingers while your mind struggled to keep up. Words filled the room. His voice was steady and precise, yet still every now and then, your thoughts drifted anyway. It was the first lesson and yet you knew what your peers were taking about. He was fast and had no problems seamlessly switching from topic to topic. You noticed the student next to you struggling to keep up. Not like you weren’t, but your mind was just not really present that moment to event register it.

"— and I‘ll see you next time. Thank you."

And that was your cue. Never in your life had you packed up so fast. Papers half-stacked, your pen nearly slipping from your fingers as you shoved everything back into your bag with none of your usual care...

You pushed yourself up from your seat, slinging your bag over your shoulder, and made your way down the steps of the lecture hall. Carefully. Stairs had never really been your thing, and the last thing you needed right now was to trip and make another scene.

Hell no.

Your eyes were already fixed on the exit when you saw a familiar figure standing by the door. One of the few familiar faces you had here and also one of the few people who actually made this place feel a little less overwhelming. She lifted her hand the moment she spotted you, waving with an easy smile. Relief immediately filling in your chest.

You smiled back, small but genuine, quickening your pace just a little as you headed toward her. But just when you almost reached her—

“You.”

The single word cut clean through the noise.

You immediately halted in your steps, smile quickly fading. You looked at your friend for reassurance but she just pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking her head slightly before backing away slowly.

With a forced smile you slowly turned around.

"Me?" you pointed at yourself.

He didn’t answer immediately. He just nodded.

The room was empty and quiet by now, the last few students passing by with curious glances.

You slowly came closer to his desk, where he was propped up against, sleeves rolled up…forearms looking—

Anyways. Up close, it was worse. The same sharp gaze, the same unreadable expression, but now there was something else layered beneath it. Irritation. Not explosive, not obvious. But controlled in a way that made it feel heavier.

"You came after attendance call. I need your name." he said flatly, following procedure.

You gave it to him, your voice steady enough—at least on the surface.

"Of course it’s, l/n y/n."

He glanced down at the sheet, scanning until he found it. His eyes lingered there for a moment longer than necessary, something in his expression shifting ever so slightly, like a thought had clicked into place.

“Your name seems familiar.”

You blinked.

Familiar…?

You frowned faintly, unsure what he meant. You’d never seen this man before in your life and you also weren’t exactly the type to end up as lunch time gossip material in a staff room.

So what exactly—

“You applied for the lab assistant position in my lab this semester, didn’t you?”

No. No???

For a split second, everything inside you went still…and then it all came rushing back. The application. The hours you’d spent on it. The careful wording, rewriting sentences over and over until they sounded just right.

You felt your eye nearly twitching.

This was him? This was the Professor Kennedy you wrote to?

Your gaze flickered back to him, disbelief mixing with something sharper. Because suddenly this wasn’t just a bad first impression anymore.

"Yes. That’s me." you finally replied.

He gave you a quick overlook. From head to toe. Like he was already evaluating you.

You actually needed this lab. Needed the experience. Needed the recommendation. Needed something—anything—that proved you were more than just another quiet student with decent grades.

You couldn’t fall behind on that.

“I see,” he said after a moment. Two simple words.

This lab was the lab. Seriously. Only around two assistant spots open up each semester. So yeah, it’s an horrendous experience to get in.

"I‘m usually ever late, I value punctuality and—" you quickly answered but were instead interrupted by a click of his tongue.

Leon Kennedy, more like Professor Kennedy, was a man of high standards. The position was competitive for a reason. He chose carefully. Students who could keep up, who didn’t need constant correction, who understood what was at stake. There were always more applicants than spots. He wanted spotless.

He was selective because he could afford to.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying you again—this time more carefully. He stood up slowly.

He noticed how the grip on your bag was too tight. Your shoulders just slightly drawn in, like you were bracing yourself. And your eyes—

filled with anxiety.

You almost had him fooled, your posture, your clothes, the way you walked those stairs up and down. You seemed totally confident.

But right now, you had the same kind of look he’s seen multiple times before. Even in himself. The look of students who pushed themselves too hard, who overthought, who carried more pressure than they let on. Students who cared too much.

Leon exhaled quietly through his nose.

You had those big doe eyes that now peered up at him, cheeks flushed in a pretty pink. For a second he thought he’d get lost in the deep brown of your irises. You were beautiful, breathtaking even. He’s encountered multiple female students, but none held his attention the way you did right now.

"…This isn’t an interview." he tried to reassure you. His voice holding less edge than it did before.

“But I do have expectations,” he continued, measured, deliberate. “And I do observe and take notes of those.” His eyes didn’t leave yours, making sure the message landed. Not quite as a threat, but as something close enough to it. Perhaps a standard you should take note of.

There was a brief pause before he looked away again, his gaze already having lingered a moment too long.

You nodded. "I understand."

"Good." he replied steady, gaze adverting back to the papers in front of him.

"You’re dismissed now, Miss l/n."

He didn’t have to say it twice. You quickly turned around and walked your way out of this lecture hall.

But just before you slipped out of the hall, his eyes caught on you again.

They dragged, slow and deliberate. From the little bow you had clipped at the back of your hair, the fitted grey slacks that traced your figure a little too well…and finally to the sharp click of your cherry-red heels.

An unspoken pause as his eyes traced over you, from head to toe, taking in more than he had the first time. Not rushed this time. Not dismissive. You certainly piqued his interest.

Well fuck. you both thought to yourselves.

a/n: taglist is open!

this is my first time ever writing ANYTHING. so please don’t chew me up 😔 i couldn’t stop thinking about leon as a professor after seeing a tiktok about it…so i had to cook up something. it’s meant to be the first chapter and very introductory so yeah—i hope i did well? also, im an english major, but english is not my first language so pardon the mistakes…either way…enjoy!!!

dividers from: @uzmacchiato !!

dollipie-deactivated20260421

৻ꪆ dark!step!dad Leon fingering you in the car

warnings: 18+, dark!step!dad leon x petite!step!daughter reader, daddy kink, fingering, finger fucking, reader is of legal age.

"Thanks for picking me up."

"Yeah, well, your mother started to get worried about you,” Leon replied and looked over at you.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm 21, I'm old enough to take care of myself."

"Oh, is that so? You haven't been drinking that much tonight, then?"

"No. I'm barely drunk," you replied.

"Mhm...yeah sure," Leon gave you a meaningful look before starting the car.

devnmon

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸

leon kennedy x reader

sum: You invite Leon into your bedroom after he watches you get off. tags/warnings: unprotected sex, pulling out method, voyeur!leon mentioned, p in v a/n: heyy someone in my ao3 comments gave me the idea for pt 2 so here we are. also this is basically 'are you watching' but from leon's pov. this is also a little rushed i have to admit but enjoy it anyways xo wc: 1.3k

Leon's working on fixing your ac before he hears you moving around in your apartment. You must've been done with your shower.

He's almost close to being done with the appliance, even if he didn't want to take your call at first. But there was nothing for him to complain about; you were kind to leave him water and not hover with impatience.

That's a good client in his book.

There's a lull of silence in the air when he hears a sound come from your room.

Leon tries to brush it off and finish up what he's doing. But then another sound came, louder this time, and he runs hot when he realizes what you must be doing.

What's got you so worked up?

namipied-deactivated20260424

vampire!leon ( 18+)

vampire!leon who has aches all over his body when he needs to feed.

but leon always hates this part, because you are unfathomably near him whenever it happens.

like right now, leon cannot properly breathe and you’re cuddling up to him like a cat in his bed— the crown of your head brushes against his stubble while your hips press down just a little bit harder agaisnt his lap, where you can prominently feel his hard spot.

leon hates that you tilt your head to one side next, exposing your neck to him to do whatever. his eyes glow redder than ever and he feels lips twitch at excitement.

he's never fed off you before, but he will be gentle with you, right?

his insatiable thirst gives in, and in one go leon attaches his sharp fangs and wet lips to the crook of your neck, to which you make a soft sound of shock, after all you getting bit for the first time by your vampire boyfriend.

“here,” leon gasps, detaching his fangs from neck for a while, “this helps with the pain.” the fangs dive back into your neck, this time with his fingers finding a way into you too.

leon pushes his middle and ring finger slowly between the folds of your pussy, feeling your gummy walls before pumping them in and out of your sweet holes.

your pussy throbes and your body feels hot under his touch, as leon nibbles and draws blood from your neck.

his fingers are extraordinary too, his thumb soon rests on your clit which draws circles on it.

he paces up his speed as he detaches hia fangs once again, quenching his thirst. your expressions are something to watch, as your very blood drops down his chin.

“l-leon—” you gasp as his fingers curl inwards, keeping the pace steady, he pinches your clit, “ah—!”

“like that?” leon asks, giving your pussy a sweet slap before you come undone on his lap, overstimulated by your sweet vampire boyfriend.

plutodexay-nsfw

Keep your phone on you at all times, rookie.

Older!Leon Kennedy x FemRookie!Reader

18+ content. Please be mindful of what you read.

Summary: Being a rookie assigned to the Leon Kennedy was a dream come true; that was until you saw him. Weeks of working with him had your head spinning, your friends fueling the fire. Besides, it wasn’t like you meant for him to read the messages.

Includes: Age gap, minor daddy kink, scratching, biting, P in V unprotected, soft degradtion, sweet and mean Leon, innapporiate professional relationship, oral (Fem!recieving) handjob/fingering respectively, multiple orgasms, "Sweetheart" "Honey""Good girl."

4.1k words

Truth be told, when you agreed to become a rookie, you didn't realize you were going to be training under what was arguably the biggest distraction humanly possible.

coqvttes

୨୧― been thinking about leon’s biceps…

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, penetration, gn!reader, sub!reader, dom!leon, scratching, choking, some aftercare, slight manhandling, lmk if i forgot anything!

leon, who can’t help but smirk every time he flexes because he knows you can’t take your eyes off of his biceps.

and he just loves the way your nails claw at his big arms when he’s above you, fucking you into the soft mattress. you’re just so overwhelmed by the pleasure that you can't even think straight. you just need something, anything to grab onto. and after he's fucked you, he admires the many scratch marks you left on him.

he takes you from behind, thrusting into you roughly as leans down to wrap his muscular arm around your neck, pulling your body flush against his chest. he pounds into you hard before he starts whispering dirty words into your ear as he’s choking you with his bicep.

fluffylino

need him to put me in a chokehold with those biceps🫡

m-r-s-dot-kennedy

Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming back at the bar.

You should’ve guessed why this hot silver fox was sitting all alone, nursing a single glass of whiskey neat, and why every DILF-hunter girl looked from afar but never approached. Or probably your miniskirt wasn’t short enough. You probably should’ve flash him, or be a bit more persuasive and give him head in his Porshe.

Maybe this forty-nine year old man— Leon, if you caught his name right— is too old-fashioned. Or maybe he’s a virgin?.. Nah, not with the way he looks.

One thing you now know for sure: there’s a reason why he was on a dry spell. And you would never fucking guess that this was the case.

His fucking rambles about weaponry.

074calicocat

HOLD STILL = PLAY DEAD

──★ 👩‍❤‍💋‍👨 ̟ !! "you were asking for it. asking to be held down like this in his dark bedroom, his body weight crushing yours as he forces your legs apart."

cw: re9!lLeon x fem!reader. DDDNE. noncon. drugging & kidnapping. violence against reader. non-consensual recording. implicit misogyny. piss. leon has no redeeming qualities.

notes: second fic commissioned by @leonsfap! thank you so much for this yummy prompt, I felt like it really helped me expand my writing to concepts I don't usually write about and I had a lot of fun. if you're interested in commissioning me, this is my kofi! I'm currently doing two comms for the price of one to get more writing practice in. also, you'll notice that I love inserting my fic titles into my work in corny ways. sue me!

This shit was too easy.

You’re an obnoxious thing, so much so that Leon wonders if God was simply messing with him when he made you easy to kidnap. Hell, he’s paying the price now with your crying. Despite the drowsy state that his sleeping pills have left you, you still manage to have enough energy to claw at his shoulders and cut his skin while his cock bruises your cervix.

God, he should’ve tied your hands up. Sloppy work, Kennedy.

This whole ordeal was messy work. Too impulsive. Too reckless. Old age has only made Leon more cynical and less cautionary, leaving him with his dreary thoughts and bizarre desires. He’s been thinking of rape longer than he’s been happy; the sleeping pills he carries physical manifestation of his itch. He goes out some weekends to bars near colleges and watches girls of all kinds. Sorority sisters with their fake tans and too-loud voices. He looks at any girl with her tits practically spilling out their tops and their ass peeking out of their belts for skirts. Girls who don’t show skin, who hide behind their shot glasses and beer bottles, who shy away from the crowd. He looks at any girl. It’s all the same to him. He hates them all. From their innocence to their youth. Fuck those stupid bitches. It’s not fair. Fresh as daisies and he’s left to rot. Most of the time, he’s too repulsed to think of raping a girl for long.

But you. You just looked so cute. So friendly. So playful with your fingers dancing along his shoulder as you asked him to buy you a drink. So forward. You were asking for it. Asking to be held down like this in his dark bedroom, his body weight crushing yours as he forces your legs apart. All that flirting, all those stupid heart eyes. You were asking to be made to bleed, your cunt squeezing down on his pistoning cock in fear as he grips your snot-covered and tear-stricken face, demanding you to look at him while he rapes you.

It was so easy to drug you up. He kept offering you Shirley Temples and other nasty sweet drinks airheaded girls your age like. You were clearly new to drinking, your face hot as you slumped against him. A quick bathroom trip, three pills with their powders dumped out. Not enough to knock you out for long, but enough to get you where he needs you to be. You come back.

lskluvbot

tell me you love me (pt. 2)

(re9 leon kennedy x reader)

content: FREAKY SMUT!! sex on the kitchen counter, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, (unprotected) p in v, breeding, mention of reader being on birth control, cum play... and a tiny bit of fluff! a/n: for the last day of @rednnedy's #9DaysToRequiem! tysm elsie for doing this event, i had fun writing!! i hope you guys enjoy this! it was my first time writing smut in a non-headcanon format hehe and i hope everyone is enjoying playing requiem!!! <3

“I… they need me back. in raccoon city.” leon said with a shaky breath, clearing his throat.

“so you came back just to say goodbye again?” you lift your hand up from the counter and run it through your hair. your stomach dropped. you felt like a fool for thinking he’d stay. he never did. the tears started spilling down your face against your will and you turned your back towards him. you couldn’t let him see you like this again.

you felt a warm hand enclose itself around your wrist, leon’s grip firm and secure. somehow, his touch still felt distant, like he was scared he’d break you if he held on too tight.

“I came back because I missed you. all these years, you’re what got me through all my missions. every time I came close to dying, I thought of you and got back up again because I… I couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to see you again.”

‘tell me you love me. please, leon.’

“I love you. I’ve loved you all this time. even from when we were little kids growing up together and even after all this time.”

you turned around and threw yourself into his arms, leon putting his mug down to cup your face.

“I’ve been so stupid. ple-“ you cupped leon’s face and pulled it down to yours, capturing his lips against yours. your fingers grasped at his moist shirt and trailed down, finding themselves hooked into the belt loops of his pants. leon quickly slid the mug on the counter aside before supporting your thighs with his hands, lifting you up onto the counter and settling in the space between your legs.

leon’s years of restraint snap at once, his hand tangling itself in your hair and his other pulling you firmly against him like he’s done being careful.

the kiss isn’t gentle. it’s desperate.

it’s thirty years of crumpled up unsent letters to you with heartfelt confessions. it’s every nightmare of his where he lost against the undead and succumbed to the wounds of his trauma.

your hands roam each others’ bodies like you were trying to learn and memorize each other again after years of wondering and yearning. there was barely any space left between the two of you. after all these years of being away from each other, there wasn’t any need for distance anymore.

there’s no grace to it; your teeth clash and your breaths are uneven, tears mixing and finding themselves lost in between your lips, but both of you are here and it’s all real.

you dug your fingers into the hem of leon’s shirt, quickly pulling it over and sneaking a glance at his toned upper torso. god, he was a sight for sore eyes. your gentle fingers traced over the multitude of faded scars that decorated his body, and you wondered where and how he received each of them. he was so imperfectly yours.

leon helped you get rid of your shirt, leaving both of you half bare. his hands rested firmly on your sides, given them a light squeeze.

“are you sure you want to continue? I know this is a lot. we don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing,” he exhaled, averting his gaze to be respectful.

“leon,” you reached for his face, stroking his sunken cheeks with your thumbs. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I’ve wanted you this entire time.” You trail your hands down his chest, toying with the button of his pants. leon looks up from your hands to your face, closing the distance between the two of you again by pressing his lips to yours, his hands pulling your shorts down. his now warm, broad palms rested on your upper thighs, his fingers inching closer and closer to the space between your thighs.

taking note of you clenching your thighs together, leon pushed them apart, his thumb rubbing gentle circles through your underwear. hearing you pant and seeing you push your hips forward, desperate to feel more of your touch, was enough to make leon harder than he had ever been before.

leon trailed his lips down your neck and down your chest, making sure to give your breasts some attention as he rubbed you, your underwear quickly becoming soaked. his tongue swirled around your nipple, increasing the pressure on your clit once he hears your moans start to get a little louder.

your fingers reached for his pants again, but leon pulled away, getting on his knees on the ground in front of you. his face was between your thighs, his hands spreading them apart. your underwear was quickly slipped off and leon immediately licked a strip up your pussy, your knees trembling against his palms.

he continued to lap at your pussy, inserting a couple of fingers one by one and thrusting them in and out. your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging on it and leon looked up at you, admiring the way you threw your head back and the way your eyes rolled back. the scruff of his beard tickled the insides of your thighs, making you want to squeeze your legs shut even more, but you didn’t want leon to stop what he was doing. especially with the way he was looking up at you. there was something about a big, strong man on his knees in front of you, focused on nothing but pleasuring you, that made this so much hotter.

“leon… I’m getting close,” you breathed out in between moans, grinding on his face.

“come on, come for me. you can do it,” leon encouraged you, his voice muffled against your pussy. his blue eyes drifted up, making sure he watched as you came on his face, your back arching and shuddering.

leon slowly stood up, licking what was left of your slick off of his lips and wiping his beard with the back of his hand. he chuckled, watching you slump on the counter.

“let’s get you in bed, this isn’t too comfortable, is it?” he grinned sheepishly, effortlessly lifting you off of the counter and carrying you into your room. leon gently set you down on your bed, putting your covers over you.

“what are you doing?” you mumbled, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you kicked them off. “we’re not done yet, silly.”

“are you sure? we don’t have to do anything,” leon assured you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

you rolled your eyes, sitting up and playfully pushing leon onto his back. “I know that. I wanna continue. I want this, leon.”

“I do, too. I want you,” leon let out a shaky breath as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. he unbuttoned his pants and you helped him slide them off, along with his boxers. his unbelievably hard cock sprung out, the flush tip leaking pre-cum.

a soft giggle escaped your lips as you placed your hands on his length and gave it a few strokes, leon immediately letting out a groan and throwing his head back. your thumb massaged his tip, spreading his pre-cum on it.

he rested his back against your headboard, his breaths quickly becoming shaky when you lined yourself over his cock, slowly sitting down on it. both of your moans mixed together as you adjusted to the feeling of Leon’s thick cock being in you.

“you okay?” he breathed out, his hands supporting your thighs. “it doesn’t hurt, does it?” he asked as you laid down on his chest. with a nod, you answered his question. “it doesn’t hurt, but I’m tired. I don’t know if I have it in me to move.”

“no one said you had to do anything. let me do the work,” leon laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. he lifted your hips up, supporting your weight as he very slowly pushed his hips up and down, letting you get used to his girth.

“you feel so good,” leon groaned, quickening his pace. “you’re so beautiful, you know that? you’ve always been.” he whispered in your ear.

at this point, anything you were trying to say was drowned out in your moans and most of your words were unintelligible. leon continued to thrust in and out of you, still holding you up by your thighs.

“I’m getting close, where can I…?” he asked, his voice quiet and shaky.

“i-in me. I’m on birth control,” you managed to mumble in between moans. leon pushed his lips against yours again, his pace steadily increasing.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered, followed by loud groans from both of you as he pumped his cum into you. his hips stuttered, losing their rhythm and you dug your nails into his back, his cock pulsing in you. the two of you laid there, your ear resting on top of his quick beating heart. once you caught your breath, leon gently pulled out, letting you lay down on your back as he stood up to grab a towel.

“that was… good.” you laughed quietly, a sigh escaping your lips as you watched Leon smile down at your laying form on the bed.

“good? that’s all I get?” he joked, sitting back down and kneeling in front of your legs. he sat there, just staring at you with the biggest smile on his face.

“what? is there something on my face? why are you looking at me like that?” you kicked his knee playfully.

“you’re just beautiful. and no, not something on your face. something…” he nudged your knee and kissed it, parting your legs. leon took two of his fingers and wiped the cum dripping out of you, pushing the excess back into your pussy. “right here.”

“leon!” you squeaked, your cheeks heating up. you swatted his hand, a red hue instantly appearing all over your face. your thighs rubbed together and you wondered if he could go for another round. you knew you could.

“what?” leon laughed and stood up, reaching for a neatly folded towel conveniently sitting on your dresser. you slowly got up off of the bed, your legs betraying you and wobbling.

“woah, woah. lay down, why’d you get up? I was gonna get you a towel,” leon held you steady with his arm, the towel in his other hand. you pulled the towel away from him and tossed it onto the bed, holding his wrist and bringing his hand up to your face. you looked him in the eyes as you licked his fingers off, watching as red spread all over his face from the tip of his nose, across his cheeks, and to the tips of his ears. he was still that same dork from 30 years ago, as much as he tried to bury it deep down. that easily flustered gentleman, who just wanted to do right by the world, had never left.

“you know… I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for. especially considering I’ll be gone again for a while.” leon said with a cheeky grin on his face, his big hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer to his body. “only if you want to, of course.”

“you’re going to be back, right? like soon?” you looked up at him, your arms wrapped around his waist.

he smiled softly, his arms pulling you into his chest. one hand held your head close to his heart as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I promise. I used to think coming back would just put you in danger, but being away from you is what hurt the most. I don’t want distance. I wanna wake up next to you every morning and know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be."

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𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ . . . 11k. resident evil au w some relation to the game. black fem!reader ◞ lowercase intended ◞ re4!leon + krauser mod ◞ violence / combat ◞ readers a lil stubborn◞ rough sex ◞ unprotected ◞ leon’s stern + protective ◞ titty sucking ◞ oral ꒰ f + m ꒱ ◞ throat fucking ◞ manhandling ◞ pet name usage ꒰ princess , good girl , baby ꒱ ◞ spitting ◞ neck grabs + spanking ◞ dirty talkkkk ◞ leon’s pov ig ◞ praise ◞ leon whimpers cs i say so ◞ multiple orgasms ◞ squirting ◞ minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3 𓊇ྀི

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . this is the longest fic i’ve written in a longgg time lolz. i was fighting for my life tryna finish it. adding this as one of my first submissions for kinktober ! here’s some visuals for theme <3

january eleventh, two thousand-five.

the world is dying before his eyes. everyday seems hopeless. ever since he’s taken the duty of becoming an officer, he’s never known rest. battling the dead in the overthrown town of raccoon city, the bioweapons created by umbrella brought destruction to the world he knew now. the president of the united states has now issued a contingency plan to sterilize raccoon city to guarantee the prevention of spreading the current t-virus running rampant.

the streets are deserted, their once-thriving energy now replaced by a ghostly silence. the few buildings still standing seem like monuments to decay—the shattered windows, broken walls, and scattered debris speak of the horrors that have unfolded here. leon keeps a watchful eye on his surroundings, always on high alert. a colt m1911 drawn and ready to fire at any moment. the silence is eerie, the only sound being his footsteps in heavy dark boots echoing softly on the cracked pavement of the road.