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C’est la vie 19

[kennedysflower]

i dont think ill ever stop talking about his biceps bro PUT THEM AROUND MY NECK RN

[slowerghost]

leon loves when you sit on his lap. he likes having you close just because, and it's a strange sense of satisfaction when you choose his thighs instead of a chair or the cushion next to him. not that hes jealous of inanimate objects, no... (dont ask him about the body pillow youll have wedged in between your legs and arms when he comes home late, it's a sore subject)

he'll be sitting at the kitchen table, papers spread and laptop open with his glasses on and his hand knotted in his hair. once youve entered his vicinity, meant to just drop off a cup of his favorite drink, you're doomed to never leave. because he'll look up at you with a small smile and turn his body out ever so slightly to offer you his thighs. his arm slips up around your waist and his "c'mere, missed you" has you settling on his lap without much thought.

once you sit down, in an instant he's adjusting the papers in his hands, hooking his chin over your shoulder and his arms coming around you peer over you at his work. it doesnt matter that hes effectively doing everything one handed now, to him it makes it a little easier to breathe, to handle. because every so often you're pointing out something he'd glossed over, pushing his glasses up his nose, and brushing his hair away from his eyes. if you go to leave, because you have things to do, too, he's making a noise like a petulant, abandoned dog.

[yourgirlacy]

I fucking need him

[love44lew]

if you can heat— hear me lord….

[slowerghost]

leon almost never scoops you up bridal style. it's always a fireman carry over his shoulder. he finds too much humor in the way you squirm and attempt to free yourself (you've only been able to once before and youve been chasing the high ever since, even if you slipped off his shoulder and landed on your face).

he also likes that he has an excuse to palm your butt because hes greedy. he'll walk leisurely to wherever he's wanting to take you until he bends to lay you out on the couch or maybe the bed, and follows swiftly with his entire body weight on top of you to pin you there. there is no escaping leon kennedy when he wants something from you. but maybe you're exactly where you want to be.

[tojicide]

OLD MAN LEON KENNEDY OLD MAN LEON KENNEDY OLD MAN LEON KENNEDY OLD MAN LEON KENNEDY OLD MAN LEON KENNEDY

[k3nnedygirl]

friends with benefics leon yayyy

✦ re9 leon or vendetta leon cuz i was watching vendetta as i wrote this hihihi ✦ not rly smut?, not rly proofread so sorry for any mistakes <333

A calm summer night sets around your apartment. Dim lights around your living room which is filled with the sound of your rushed footsteps.

The dim lighting does not calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You were going in circles around your living room. your ¨summer pajamas¨, small tank top and some shorts that flutter around your thighs everytime you walk away.

You stop in your tracks, behind your couch, when you hear the door bell ringing.

Your head turns, facing the door, making your heart skip beat which causes you to let out a soft gasp. Your feet move faster than your mind.

Next thing you know your legs and arms hug Leon tightly. Your lips devouring his.

His jacket feels cold, due to the air conditioner of his car, against your skin. However his lips embrace yours in warmth and softness, his stubble often scratching your upper lip. Your hands find his face, grasping his chin to make the kiss even deeper.

Your quiet moans at pants hit Leon's lips, at the sparky sensation between your legs, while soft groans and hums left Leon's feeling his jeans grow tighter with each beating minute.

His arms were holding your legs, his cold palms pressed against the warm skin behind your thighs.

Leon sits down, with you still wrapped around him, on the couch. Never breaking the kiss. His hands moving up to your hips as you start to roll them over his lap.

Leon groans when he feels warmth emanating from your pussy though his pants. He bites your lower lip making you gasp as he catches your tounge and clamps his lips around it, starting to gently suck on it.

With your help, he throws his jacket across the living room. You felt his body warmth under his blue tatical shirt, the fabric brushing delicately your nipples every time you roll your hips forward. You didn't even know when it happened but your clothes were now decorating the floor.

Leon, for as long as he as known you, has loved kissing you. It's the best way to get you started, he says. And he wasn't wrong.

When he first meet you, in bar he frequented, you were enjoying yourself with your friends, freshly out of uni. Happiness all across your face, slight blushing because of alcohol, not just because of your makeup.

He built up the courage to walk up to you and invite for a drink. Which one thing lead to another... Messy making out outside of the bar, your back pressed over the cold wall of the street...

That led to him fingering you in his car. And that led to his bed, messy sheets, clouded mind and your bodies melting into each other.

By all means, yes you loved the way he made you feel but your heart broke a little bit when he said that he doesn't want a serious relationship with you. At first, those words would bring tears to your eyes, the first couple of weeks, at least.

But now? Yes, you long for him in everyway, but you still have him... Get to experience him, you both go out for dinner, watch movies, come over to each others apartments... Like a normal couple, right? Except you are not a couple.

You whined when his lips left yours to catch his breath. Panting, looking at you up and down, his shoulders rising up and down fast.

¨Missing me huh?¨ Leon says, with that hint of teasing in his voice that drove you mad.

You sigh and roll your eyes with a shy smirk as you lower your head to his chest, hearing his heart beating so loud and fast it will come out of him every minute now.

¨Maybe.¨ You shrug.

His arm resting lazily around your waist, the other carressing your back as his fingers often brushing against it making you shiver slightly.

An intrusive thought crossed your mind, making you lift your head and look at him. His hand lazily trailling your back, making his way back to your waist.

Your hands move to the nape of his neck, carressing his hair.

¨So... How's it going with that woman you told me about?¨

Leon raises an eyebrow at you.

¨Why you asking that, sweet girl?¨

¨I'm just curious¨ you say, swallowing the fear that now sits over your chest.

Leon exhales long.

¨Well... it's not going at all.¨

His mouth reaches to your neck. He's kissed gently by your scent, hint of lavender and vanilla. He inhales softly before planting delicate kisses all over. He knows how much you love when he kisses your neck, you confirm that with the small whine you let out, he uses that to his advantage... not really wanting to keep on with the conversation.

His lips didn't take long to find that sweet spot in your neck. Leon knows exactly where it is. Your body responds tilting your head to give him more space to suck in gently as your hand grabs the nape of his neck, pressing him against your skin.

¨Aww, why is that?¨

¨Mmh... I couldn't bring myself to give her what she wanted that night nor any other¨ He mutters between kisses. His hands come up from your waist, caressing your rib cage before grabbing your breasts.

¨What? Really? I've never seen that.¨ You say before bitting your lower lip as his fingers go around your nipples is a sweet circular motion.

Everytime, at anytime you wanted he'd be ready to thrust into you, pleasure you in any way you asked.

Key word: you.

¨Yeah... My mind was somewhere else completely.¨

¨Where?¨ You hum, his fingers still busy pleasuring you.

His lips wander from your neck to your breast, kissing as he goes down. He latches on your nipple, sucking hungrily. Leon’s hand squeezes the breast he slurps like a hungry man before he moves it down to squeeze your butt, leaving a fiery trail against your skin on his way down.

You throw your head back with a gasp, arching your back, opening your chest to do as he pleases. You grab the nape of his neck with both hands pulling him even closer as you rock your hips harder

¨You.¨ He murmurs with your senstive nipple between his teeth

You feel like you were pulled back to reality at his words.

You get up from his lap and take a few steps back, feeling vulnerable mentally and physically. You try to cover yourself as best as you could. Never once, since you met him, you felt uncomfortable being naked in front of him.

¨Leon...¨ You start.

Leon gets up from the couch and walks up to you slowly. ¨I know...¨ He shakes his head.

He knows he's the one breaking what he proposed months ago.

¨You said ´no feelings´, Leon... You!¨

Leon swallows hard that knot on his throat which makes it impossible to talk. He knows too damn well he's breaking his own rule.

But Christ... For a few months his mind keeps wondering back to you, in everyway. When he's alone he´s craving your touch, when he's at work or on a mission he's beating himself up to hurry up to come see you. He realized the way his heart skips whenever he sees you, how his touch gets gentler and gentler. When he finds himself calling you cute names more times than he actually uses your name.

¨Yes, I know. But tell me, please, and I will walk away.¨

Your heart drops to your feet to that sentence. The thought of him leaving clouds your mind and tightens your chest in a way that you hardly can breathe.

¨Tell you what?¨

¨If you've ever felt the same way about me?¨ His voice came out the most gentle and sweet in probably years.

Leon s kennedy was standing in front of you confessing his feelings. You look down at the floor, biting your lower lip nervously.

¨Yes, I did... and I still do¨ You admit, looking up at him.

Leon's shoulders relax and so does his jaw. He smiles softly when he meets your eyes.

Slowly, your arms drop to your sides as you reveal yourself to him again. Shyly you walk up to him, still looking at him with every step you take.

You rest your hands against his shoulders and you wrap your arms once again around his neck, standing on your tippy toes. His hands trace the curve of your ass down to your thighs. With a small hop you are wrapped around him again.

¨I got jealous when you said you were going out with that woman...¨ You admit shyly, your voice low.

¨I imagine.¨ Leon says sitting back down once again with you around him.

You melt into his body in a delicious way. He's warm and big. You bury your head on his neck as he plants soft kisses on your shoulder. His hands caress the curve of your back again.

¨Don't worry about anyone else.¨ He mutters against your skin, his voice close to your ear. ¨I only want you, baby.¨

heeeey divas, I had this draft kinda forgotten but yeahhh. I thought of posting something spicy to vary. But don't worry cuz i'm writting more spicy oneshots with older leon so yay.

also ignore i was supposed post this yesterday :3

[lanadelreyylover]

four eyes

Older!Leon Kennedy x Reader

You make fun of Leon's reading glasses, calling him a name. To teach you a lesson, he shows you exactly what this old man still has in him...

“Wow.” 

“What’s that?” Leon asks, glancing over the line of his reading glasses. Could he not have picked more…contemporary-looking frames? The spectacles sit on the tip of his straight nose, a wiry pair with thick, rectangular lenses that makes his piercing blue eyes look just shy of twice their size.

“Nothin’,” you coo, pulling back the covers so you can prepare to meet the crisp, freshly-washed linens for another night of sleeping like a baby. In his old age, Leon became a lot more picky about the thread count of his sheets, suffering far too much at the hands of BOWs and terrorists to dream on anything less than Egyptian cotton. 

“Doesn’t sound like nothin,” he counters, setting down the manilla folder he was holding hostage in his lap. It lands with a squelch on the nightstand, alongside his 9mm handgun, tucked safely away in his leather holster, and his mulberry silk eye mask. “Sounds like you’re making fun of my glasses.” 

“I would never do such a thing,” you retort teasingly, settling into your side of the bed, your tired, achy body screaming at the relief the mattress immediately provides. The sheets are cool and smooth, and you shaved your legs just for the occasion. There’s nothing like the feeling of cotton bed dressings on silky skin, and you nearly moan at the sensation. 

“I think you’re lying. You’re totally making fun of me.” He doesn’t pout or grimace, but the corner of his mouth curls upward into a smirk, creasing one of the deeper lines around it. “Go ahead, say what you wanna say.” 

“Oh, nothing,” you coo, taking the pin out of your hair, shaking your locks free. “I think they’re…cute.” 

“Cute?” 

“Kinda make you look old.” 

He huffs, feigning offense, pressing a dramatic palm to his heart. “Old?” 

“Oh, come on, Leon. Don’t tell me you picked out those readers because they look hip.”

“Hip?” He chuckles darkly. “Now who’s old?” Leaning in, he comes close enough to where you can smell the spice radiating off the heat of his skin. “I don’t think people say ‘hip’ anymore, sweetie.” 

“At least I can see something that’s five inches in front of me, old man.” 

“Old man? You’re asking for it,” he threatens in a low growl. The sound sends a bolt of electricity straight to the apex of your thighs, and a heat to the pit of your stomach, churning your insides like a vat of butter.

Past the wrinkles that line the corners of his eyes, the skin between his brows, the flat plane of his forehead, Leon is as virile and sprite as you assume he was in his youth. All sinew and brawn, his bicep is probably the size of your thigh, and the way the ridges of his abdomen contract whenever he laughs or speaks…

There’s nothing elderly about that.

Meeting him half-way, only a nudge away from a kiss, you goade, deciding that you like wherever this little tiff is heading. “Asking for what, old man?”

Leon retreats and sits up, spine no longer flush to the upholstered headboard, to snatch the t-shirt right off his back. “That’s it, young lady. I’ve had it with you.”

He dives right into you like a lifeguard at the sight of flailing hands above water, immediately pinning your arms into the mattress, keeping them raised at either side of your head. His hands lock with yours, fingers interlacing in a hot clasp. 

You hum into his mouth, into the kiss that’s all tooth and tongue. “Leon, slow down.” Words garbled are caught by his lips, your nose bumped by the glasses still hanging onto his face. 

“No can do, kiddo,” he says, retreating a few inches. “Gotta show you what this old man can do, isn’t that right?” 

Pulling your wrists above your head, he keeps them bolted down with one hand while the other yanks your satin sleep shorts off your hips until you’re bare from the waist down. He pumps himself in his hand a few times before lining the head of his cock at your entrance. 

With a mean and sudden stretch of your entrance, he plunges into you, and you cry out, unable to contain the sound in your throat. He knows just how much you like it when you’re not too wet, and can savor the way he pushes you to your limit, now being a prime example. 

“Leon,” you yelp, arms writhing against the lock he maintains on your wrists. 

“Fuck,” he groans, beginning to thrust into you. “Is this alright?” 

Even when he’s trying to be rough and domineering, he’s still a sweetheart. He can never quite break that habit, no matter how much you beg him to let go.

“Yes, please more.”

“Okay, hold on,” he growls, unanchoring his hand at the crook of your waist to pull one of your legs up by your side until your knee is nearly kissing your shoulder. The one arm that is still extended to pin you down is a sight for sore eyes. His tricep, a big, bulging ball of muscle, flexes as he adjusts, and with the new angle, you’re already a weeping, slobbering mess. “There we go. That’s it. You’re so fucking tight–ah shit. So gorgeous.”

He looks down through the lenses of his glasses, admiring your beauty sprawled out beneath him. “How’d an old man like me get so lucky to end up with someone like you?” 

You giggle as he continues to pump in and out of you, head hitting your cervix with each roll of his hips. 

“It’s the glasses. They’re hot.”

taglist: @cakeofhorrors @rainyxie

[slowerghost]

sliding your fingers into the hair at the nape of leons neck and gently scratching and he tilts his head closer to you with a small, short sigh of relief. his eyes slip shut and when they open again he has the most unbelievably softened look on his face that makes you feel warm all over. he's half falling into you, arms lazily thrown around you and tries to pretend like he doesnt hear the low groan he lets out when your fingers move down to rub into the knots where his shoulders and neck meet

[slowerghost]

leon laying on top of you hugging you tight and resting his head on your chest and falling asleep while you run your fingers through his hair. yeah biblical needs

[gildedfawn]

If clavicular wanted to ascend that badly he really should have just done the same military training leon kennedy went through.

[gojoed]

when the rookie is buff

[fleshndblood]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I NEED THAT DICK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭GIVE ME THAT DICK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I NEED TO HOP ON HIS DICK RN😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WANNA DRAIN HIS BALLS SO BADDD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WANT TO SUCK HIM OFF UNDER HIS DESK TILL MY THROAT HURTS SO BAD THAT IT HURTS TO SWALLOW😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[rosesforkennedy]

i need him to put me in a headlock with these god

[shikiyomizu]

goodnight calls ────────── (di) l. kennedy

summary . . . your daughter and her friends always make you the victim of their little trends. this time, it features calling your ex husband and telling him goodnight.

notes. i actually held myself back from writing for vendetta leon. and here i go, claiming my favorite version is death island. anywayz, this is based off that one trend where they get their divorced/separated parents to call and say goodnight 🫶😌 thought it would be cute with leon <3

tags ──────── fluff, very short n sweet. ex husband!leon x ex wife!reader. gave the daughter a name. word count: 942

Three teenage girls running downstairs while giggling was not a good sign. Your daughter, Aliana, had her two friends sleeping over for the weekend. They were sweet girls, and you and your ex husband thought of them as your adopted daughters. But whatever they were plotting was not good for you.

Especially when the sentence started with, “Mom, there’s this trend…” Here we go again. Another trend on her clock app or whatever she called it.

Aliana didn’t post much on social media. She participated on rare occasions and got a good amount of likes on her scattered videos. Probably because of you being a victim each time.

They explained it to you and it seemed harmless. Harmless, as if you didn’t know your daughter’s father.

All you had to do was call your ex and say goodnight to him. It was meant for parents who had been separated for years. They showed you a few videos so you could get the gist of it. You rolled your eyes when you read the comment section with people talking about how the divorced couples wanted each other.

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it.” You gave in which caused the three girls to cheer and giggle even more.

It was a little after 9 PM. If he still had the same routine, Leon was probably unwinding from another day as a government agent. The chance that he would pick up? You hoped he didn’t.

The girls settled on the opposing couch. They were waiting as you clicked on Leon’s contact information. Aliana quickly pressed the record button, focusing the camera on you sitting in a rather worn out oversized shirt and sweatpants.

You mumbled another, ‘This is so stupid’, before finally calling.

The phone rang once, twice—

“Hello?” Leon’s voice came through the speaker. You were definitely caught off guard when he answered earlier than you expected. But you composed yourself when you remembered you were being recorded. “Is everything okay?”

“Hey. Yeah, everything’s fine.” You responded, and then pressed a finger to your lips to keep the girls quiet. The camera was heavily trained on you as you kept on the charade, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know,” He let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh. “Maybe because you don’t call me, and not this late. Something wrong with Aliana, or?”

“I told you, everything’s fine. She’s fine. I was just thinking about you right now,” You were trying to come up with a lie that sounded plausible enough so he wouldn’t suspect anything, “And then I decided to call and see if you were still awake so I could say goodnight.”

Silence. The girls were doing their best to hold in their laughter. One friend got a bit too loud and had to get hushed by the other. Thankfully, he didn’t hear it, solely because he was focused on another part of your little lie, “You were thinking about me?” You expected it should have raised more suspicions to him besides the late phone call.

“That’s what I said. And then I decided to call to say goodnight,” You repeated. You shook your head at the camera, met with the wide grins of the three girls.

“Okay. That’s a little weird. Since when did you start sitting around, thinking about me?” Leon’s chuckle echoed from your phone, still clueless to him being on speakerphone. You didn’t really realize the way your lips formed a smile at his quick laugh. “I mean, I haven’t had a good night in a while.”

The shift in his tone was very clear as he said his next words, choosing to push the boundaries now that you’d started it all.

“… I could have a good night.”

“Oh yeah? How?” You asked. The girls were eating the interaction up because it was going exactly in the direction they were hoping for.

“I don’t know.” He paused briefly, “… I think if you let me come over—” The girls quietly gasped, clamping their hands over their mouths.

“Okay, no. Goodnight, I’m ending the call now.” You were fast to cut him off. Even if you were divorced, Leon enjoyed making a few jokes here and there about your past relationship. In a way, it was sweet and also annoying.

He laughed loudly into his phone at how you turned him down, the same it had been each and every time, “Hold on, hold on, hold on— No, no, no. Don’t go, I’m still talking to you!”

“Well, I’m not. So goodnight.” You were trying to get him to shut up before he said something slightly more vulgar, and the poor girls heard it.

“Why can’t I come over? You used to let me come over all the time!” Leon argued back. Those were the last things they heard him say before you took him off speaker phone and stood up from the couch. You muted yourself, glaring at your daughter who his behind her phone.

“You see what you did? Now, he’s not going to leave me alone!” The video ended and their laughter was loud from the living room as you headed towards the kitchen, still arguing with your ex husband.

“Leon, you are not coming over… No, I don’t care if you bring a bag, you’re not coming over.”

Unfortunately you caved, and he did end up coming over. Not that night, but a couple of days later while Aliana was at her friend’s house. It didn’t go exactly as planned since she found out about it because Leon was caught up in the moment and had forgotten to turn off his location.

[julesispunk]

screaming 'but daddy i love him!'

[groovyangelkisses]

jack is soooooo "stand in front of the tv with his arms crossed while watching sex and the city and pretending not to enjoy it." like he's washing dishes after dinner as you settle in on the couch and turn it on, all "baby, i can't stand carrie, can we not watch this tonight?" but 15 minutes later he's watching it while hovering near the couch and sticking his arm out in frustration "this girl makes bad decisions... don't let her rub off on you." and when big shows up? "this guy is like the devil, i hate him" but oh yeah, jack haaaates satc... 🙄🙄🙄

[yourgirlacy]

Dream

[dollicits]

happy father’s day peepaw come home and lemme crack that .