#~mads rambles

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Do you think you could write pornstar!leon x reader? I’m not in any rush, I just needed to get this idea out

I was thinking older Leon (40s-60s) x college student reader (early 20s at the youngest)

He’s been retired for quite a while, but you stumbled onto his old videos somehow, and you’re obsessed with them. I’m imagining he did them when he was a little older for one reason or another but he stopped. Maybe an erectile problem or he got bored of it. Or something entirely different, it’s up to you.

Then you meet him somehow, one thing leads to another and you’re fucking your favorite ex-pornstar <3

I don’t have anything else in mind, maybe a little good old cunnilingus and something about how the guys your age don’t know how to treat someone right. I don’t know I just needed to share this.

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!! I really hope you enjoy because I've had the idea for so long and you have provided the best opportunity for it!!

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Basically Porn, Dom Leon, Age-Gap, Sub Reader, Drinking, Rough sex, Light Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Filming, Unprotected Sex, Masturbation, Erectile dysfunction, implied sex addicts Words: 4.3k

Part 2

It shouldn't be this hard. It’s not like he hasn’t done it a thousand times already. The method was simple, he could even use his own videos for reference if he wanted to. Leon squeezed the base yet again, willing the damn thing to even just twitch. It didn’t matter what he did anymore, his days of pleasure seemed to come to an end. The viagra that remained unopened in the bedside table was becoming tempting but that was a last resort, a pathetic one at that. It made him feel old to admit defeat like he’s lost his glory days.

Leon squeezed the base again, the pads of his fingers running along his sack. The stimulation gave him something, a small twitch barely noticeable with his dick in his tight grip. Yet, it was something, the only proof that it still had some energy left in the damn thing. 

The tip was pink and sad staring at him from where he looked down on it. No longer was it that angry red colour, spewing out dribbles of pre cum eagerly. That’s why the fans liked him, he was messy. If only they could see him now, see this pathetic sight. His page remained bare, the last video posted almost a year ago now. 

Not that it mattered, he had enough money from the ones he made because instead of turning it into some production he kept the shitty quality of his phone as it seemed enough for the majority. Well, at least he’s never read any complaint about it. 

One more try, that’s what he would do, before either giving up or going for that drawer. His thumb brushed over the tip before he rolled it back. The roughness of his thumb is the perfect contrast to the sensitive skin. He could feel the slick form, a pathetic watery substance that would be no good for a film. With his hand still doing the motion Leon looked to the ceiling with a sigh, something that he did out of boredom didn’t even help him now. Years of abusing the rush of pleasure and his multiple orgasms a night have finally stabbed him in the back. His eyes flicked to the tv, the pictures lighting up the dark room. Never stopping the work on his flaccid cock as he prayed eventually it might spring to life. 

Surely it was unhealthy to be obsessed with a guy like this, to watch the shitty pornhub videos he posted nearly every night like they were some bedtime programme. The cumshots, whimpers and moans all send shockwaves down to your core, the puffy nerve working quickly to ensure you know it's neediness. His face card was lethal, hair falling over his eyes that were lined with a dark look. It was all too tempting…arousing. Every night you found yourself in the same position, legs spread as wide as you could get them as your fingers circled your clit in teasingly slow motions whilst you watched the video on your laptop. Your pussy stuffed with the largest dildo you could find online. Always ensuring that you match the same pace of his actions. He never said anything, his groans were enough for you. The deep raspy tone was engraved in your every thought at this point, you were surprised it hadn’t turned into your inner monologue. 

You watched his dick twitch in his hands, his hips buckling slightly, all signs that you had learnt was him nearing his end. You worked harder, moving the dildo deeper and slower just like his hips were moving. A punishing brutal pace with the soul goal of his own pleasure. The coil tightened, a thread ready to snap as the minutes of the videos counted down. 

How many times have you done it tonight? 

You poor clit abused, white hot pleasure searing through your system as your nerves set on fire. Your thighs clamping around both of your hands as you orgasm. The slick flooding out from between your fingers as your brain settles into the right mode to sleep. The fuzziness lingering like a drug. An addiction. 

You watched with half-closed eyes and short breaths as he showed off the mess he made across the expanse of his abs. Giving off a subtle wink to the camera before it finally stopped. The date of the post made you frown, it was the most recent one…posted almost a year ago. You couldn’t help the thought’s circling about his life now. Wondering if he would ever post again. Maybe he has kids now, a wife, someone to spoil all the money he earned on.

The parasocial relationship you had formed with him was wrong and a stupid thing to cling onto. You were sure to be the only activity on his page anymore; there was definitely no one else was this insane to choose only one pornstar to get off to. Let alone the one who hasn’t posted anything recently. His videos were always more like a home video, shitty quality, barely audible, it really wouldn’t surprise you if he filmed them on a camcorder. 

You weren’t even sure if any other dick would get you off at this point – not that you had anything other than the dildo to use. Though, if you did manage to bring someone home, you suppose you could beg for them to quiet as you closed your eyes to imagine him. The thought caused embarrassment to settle in your stomach, the sex addict he had made you become was shameful at least that's what you had been raised to believe. 

A woman shouldn’t be this in tune and free with her sexual side, it was always wrong according to your parents. Your sexuality was something for a man to explore and take only for himself. It wasn’t for you, it shouldn’t be pleasurable for you. If your friends knew, they would also shame you for this. They didn’t need anymore fuel for how lonely you were, your search history would surely traumatise them. 

Your eyes flicked down to the corner of your laptop, blinking away the tears that lingered in your waterline, to see the time. 30 minutes to get ready before you leave for drinks with your friends. To see the indie rock band that was playing tonight, your friend's boyfriend, the lead singer. You had no idea why that meant you had to go, though the promise of their bar tab convinced you. There was no hope in going home with someone, never was anymore. All the old fucks that lined the seats of that took away the eyecandy you were looking for and if you did find them…well even you knew that you deserved better than some small dick looking for a quicky.  

Your outfit was simple and comfortable. The jeans hugging you perfectly, the top low cut enough to show off the girls that were definitely co-operating tonight for a change. Their perkiness was evident in every step you took towards the bar, holding your arms around yourself to fight off the lingering cold in the air. You wafted through the cloud of second hand smoke, breathing the scent in deeply allowing it to settle in your lungs. Old habits never strayed too far from reach you suppose. 

The music vibrated through the floor, bodies bumping into as you made your way to the stage. Your friend greeted you with a large smile, her eyes sparkling with joy as she glanced back at her boyfriend. Their relationship was sweet, full of honeymoon type of love and appreciation. You envied them, that somehow in this crap world they managed to find a sweet relationship. You weren’t built for that, not when you were here at this moment and all you could think about was returning home and dealing with the pulsing need in your underwear. 

A drink was shoved in your hand, one from her ‘to loosen you up a bit’ apparently. You looked too tense, ridgid for someone that was here to have fun and enjoy the moment. The neat whiskey burned on the way down, settling somewhere deep in your chest. It warmed you, distracted you; both were welcomed in this scenario. “Is everything alright tonight? You’re like a wooden doll” Your friend laughed as she walked you over to the bar. Her grip was at least grounding, stopping the internal fire blazing inside you. “Yeah I’m good, just a rough day” 

“Good job you’re here then” she laughed, handing you another drink. You watched the amber liquid swirl, the condensation running down the sides of glass reminding you too much of him. Of the scenes you have watched over and over again. She waved her hand in front of your face, breaking the trance you had on the droplets. “Are you sure you are okay?” 

How could you tell her that you were itching to return home? To lay in your soft sheets and watch him. Your skin burned – desire running through you constantly. You couldn’t do anything about it, everything reminded you of him. 

“Drink to forget?” You responded, smiling weakly at your friend. Hers only grew a wild look in her eye before calling a round of shots, bringing you into a side hug whilst giggling. It definitely worked. Your body felt lighter, happier. That burning desire now muted until you at least got home. Your hips swaying with hers, smiles and laughter filling the bubble you had formed around yourselves.

It was your turn to collect the next round of drinks, your shoes dragged across the floor, boots scuffing against the things that had fallen out of people's pockets. Barely avoiding people's elbows as you passed them. You attempted to avoid looking at the couples pressed against the walls, their lips locking onto each other in a heated exchange of passion. Thankfully their moans are muted by the volume of the guitar. 

Yet, you froze in place as your eyes fell upon the slumped figure at the bar. You tried blinking away the drunken haze, the one that blurred with the lights of the bar whilst you observed every curve of the muscle he bore, the nose bridge…hands wrapped around the beer bottle. It couldn’t be. No you weren’t that unlucky and lucky at the same time. Not when you were finally forgetting about him tonight, about the fantasies and daydreams over what he would be like. 

His head lifted as his eyes scanned over the pool of people dancing, the flashing lights blurring their movements. Except for yours because you were still stationary like an idiot, looking right at him. He observed your form as you finally finished the journey to the bar and ordered a large cocktail topped with ice and a glazed cherry. Leon's eyes ran over your chest as you leant against the bar. Your chest was moving slowly and deeply like you were trying to calm yourself. Your nails are scratching at the rings of alcohol that were left on it that your focus now remained on. He couldn’t approach you like he would have in the past, the obvious age gap didn’t bother him. Your youthful skin would feel heavenly under his calloused fingertips. No, the lack of the twitch in his trousers as he perved on you was a reminder that after his failed attempt earlier to get this shit to work before he gave up and dragged himself here. At least the band playing tonight was actually decent. For once.

He never looked away, not once. Not even as people filtered in front of his line of sight. Everytime you allowed your eyes to drift over to him, he was still watching; taking slow sips of the beer he was nursing. The temperature of the drink cooled your skin as you took it from the bartender, savouring the liquid encouragement as you sipped on it. The cherry cola cocktail settled better than the whiskey you had drank earlier. It was dangerous mixing your drinks, each drink adding to the tipsy haze you bore. The cherry was sweet as you slipped it into your mouth. The vodka infused with it makes you smile. 

Leon couldn’t pull his eyes away if he wanted to, not as you drank. Your neck looked perfect as you extended it whilst lifting the glass, your lips curving into a smile as you chewed on the alcoholic cherry. He licked his lips as he watched, almost trying to imagine which part of your neck would be the most sensitive spot to suck one. Which spot would force you to sing perfectly to him? Would it taste like sweat and perfume as he kissed your neck? Or remain flavorless like all the girls he was with before. 

You smiled when your eyes finally met again, a big toothy grin that proudly displayed the cherry stem from between your lips. 

Perfectly tied. 

It was only then he felt the throb, the one he's craved to feel for over a year. His cock quickly worked its way to a semi as he watched you saunter over. Your perfume filled his senses as you slid into the chair next to him. His suspicions on what you would taste like as it smelled expensive. Moving to sit with him was a bold move on your behalf but with the liquid encouragement flowing through your system you just decided to run with it. If this worked, you would be a fool to waste this chance. You simply place the stem on the bar in front of him, now glaringly obvious you were skilled with your tongue. 

“Where did you learn how to do that?” He chuckled. His blue eyes now bore that dark look underneath the strands of hair that fell over his face. Leon leaned back in the stool, his chest turned towards you. The shirt was tight, straining against him as he moved showcasing everything you knew lies beneath. “Research, thought it would be a useful skill to learn” You teased, your body subconsciously leaning towards him. His deep musk hit your senses, the linger smell of the beer in the air he exhaled. It was intoxicating, just as you imagined it would be. 

“You always do this?” He asked again, the green bottle putting some distance between the two of you as he sipped on it again. The condensation ran over his fingers as he raised it. Leon smirked against the rim of the bottle as he watched your eyes flick over his hand. “Only with guys that eye fuck me across the bar” You retorted, blinking slightly as you looked back towards his eyes. He hummed deeply, considering his next actions which were largely influenced by the throb of his cock. “How often does that happen?” 

“Calling me pretty?” 

Leon chuckled, finally leaning forward into your space. His hand landed on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “I’d be lying if I said you weren’t” 

You scanned his face, breath faltering at his closeness. Everything faded to the background, you forgot where you were, why you were here. All gone as you savoured the addiction of his smell, the curve of his features now they were close enough. You wanted to whimper his name, kiss his lips until they puffed up more. Leon smiled as your tongue darted out between your lips, licking them slightly. Your saliva creates the perfect gloss across them, making them even more tempting. 

As soon as your lips met you melted. Your hands found the inner curve of his thigh as you moved closer, leaning into him for support. The passion was addictive as the kiss grew heated, his touch set you on fire as his hand cupped your jaw possessively. When he finally pulled away, he laughed as you chased after him. “Your place or mine?” 

“Yours” 

His hand was larger than yours as he pulled you along with him out of the bar. The cloud of smoke greeted you again, settling deeply in your system as you both waited for the cab. His lips were upon you again, chasing the growing erection in his trousers. The one that was now becoming painfully hard, not that he would argue. He grinned into your lips, held you closer letting you feel it against your stomach. Feel the want, need, hunger he had for you. 

The cab ride continued the heated exchange and wandering hands as he cupped your body, fingers rubbing over your peaked nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You almost felt bad for the driver…almost. Never would you have expected him to be so needy. To seem like he wanted this just as much as you. Not with his extensive collection of media anyway, surely you were just another fuck and you should be pawning over him more than he was over you. 

The door slammed shut behind the two of you, both immediately toeing off your shoes without breaking the kiss. He leads you further inside, his hands stripping clothes like a trail. Leading all the way to the infamous room, the bed with sheets that smelled like him. That collected everything he proudly showed off in his media. He was painfully hard now, his cock tenting obviously in his underwear as he pushed you on the edge of the bed. 

Leon’s cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. The black lace that decorated your body, hiding the things he wanted to taste and feel the most from view. You were magic, a drug to him. Lust finally only filled his senses as his cock twitched against the fabric. No longer was it pathetic and weak like earlier. Fuck he felt great, alive again…

You removed your bra, displaying the perfect peaks to him as you stretched your arms above your chest. He licked his lips, watching them bounce with your movements. Grinning as you laid back against the bed, lifting your hips to remove the underwear that covered your sex. Proudly displaying the weeping mess to him, as a juicy dessert for him to devour if he pleased. 

The whine that left your lips was embarrassing as he pulled his boxers down. You were greeted with a live viewing of his leaking tip, the substance no longer that pathetic watery mess he produced recently. You finally got him working again. You moved up the bed as he hovered over you, smiling as you were surrounded by every sense of him. The giddiness of your dreams peaking through. As he began to rub his cock through the wetness of your folds you couldn’t help but moan. The syllables of his name were drawn out as he teased your clit with his tip. 

But he hadn’t told you his name. 

His hands grasped your cheeks tightly, bringing your eyes back to him with a widened stare. “What did you say?” He demanded. You looked up at him dumbfounded, your brain scrambling for an excuse that would stop the flood of embarrassment. “How do you know my name?” He continued, his grip loosening as he stared down at you. His cock twitching at your entrance. It was all too arousing. 

“Y-your videos…” You sputtered out, hips pathetically lifting from the bed to continue the feeling of his movements earlier. Your stomach tightening as a sly grin began to form on his face. “What a little whore I’ve found…a fan of mine hm? Wanted to get a feel of this?” 

He emphasised the question by notching his tip at your entrance, feeling the tight hole clench and twitch around it. “Y-yes” You admitted, eyes never leaving him. Leon pulled back, his thighs moving underneath yours as he reached over for his phone. Left abandoned on the side earlier in the night. It didn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for. The extensive list of his filmography highlighting your features as he turned the device towards you. “Which ones are your favourite then, sweetheart?” He chuckled. 

The question was a hard one to answer if it had been asked by anyone in general, but now he was asking it? You felt the pressure, the shame of having to admit which one you touched yourself to the most, the one that made you the wettest. “This one” You whispered, clicking on it. Only to then be met with the shlick sounds of him rubbing himself. The tip appeared and disappeared between his fists in a rapid motion, unlike the speed he was now teasing you with. “You liked watching me get myself off, pumping this hard throbbing cock towards the camera?” 

You responded with a nod, hiding your features in the bedding beside you. No he wouldn’t let you do that. Not when his cock was practically screaming to be sheathed inside your warmth. To feel your perfectly aroused pussy throb around him. He stopped his movements, the sound of the video barely audible over your panting. 

Leon gripped at your face again, guiding you to look at him. “Such a dirty girl you are” He teased as he finally pressed himself into you. His own noises became pathetic whimpers as he finally felt himself be surrounded by his addiction, finally giving into the craving after his body forced him to go cold turkey from. He didn’t need the meds that still lied in the drawer next to you, not when your perky breasts moved against his chest. The nipples peaked and sensitive as the movements forced moans out of you. His name was heaven on your lips, the perfect melody. 

You didn’t notice that Leon had now leaned back again, not when he was assaulting you with the perfect amount of pleasure. His hips moving in a slow grind, hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. There was no point holding back your moans, not when you felt his cock throb inside you at every one. You felt the puffy vein you always wanted to trace with your tongue running along inside you, his cock barely existing before he drove it back.Then you heard the beep of his phone camera recording and his deep chuckle. 

“What a lucky fan you are” he spoke, the camera aimed at the action of him entering and leaving. 

“Be a good girl and hold this steady, yeah?” He instructed, angling the camera in your hands for the perfect view of him drilling into you. The change of pace was intense with how sudden it was, the rhythm soon becoming the perfect thing you needed as the coil quickly tightened up. However, Leon wasn’t aiming for your release, only his own. You began to move against him, squirming away as you lingered on the edge of overstimulation. 

“Hold it steady now” 

Leon groaned at your whine, at each clench you lovingly offered him. His hand held yours, angling the camera back at the money shot where his cock drove into you. Removing his cock only once to circle your clit with the tip. Finally now angry and red again for the camera, weeping his pre all over your untouched skin. He was making a mess of you, a glorious one. The pleasure was perfect as he chased his own. His hips moved faster and faster until they became a bruising pace.

He looked perfectly like this, hovering about you. It was everything you ever imagined and thought of during the day. His eyes remained screwed shut as he took in what he craved. “Fucking perfect” he grunted. He never spoke in his videos, only producing his grunts and moans. This was a first…a first for a lot of things. 

The most important one being his first orgasm in a year. He never released he needed a younger pussy, a perfectly neat one for him to abuse and ruin with the size of him. To mould it for only him and no one else. He sucked against your skin, nipping at your breasts, releasing them with a loud pop. “Fucking hell…” 

You felt his hips buck harshly, a groan leaving his lips…the signs of his release. You moaned his name again as his finger toyed with your clit. The muscles of your tights twitching as you finally orgasmed with a desperate whine. You felt like you were on cloud nine, with the added tipsiness of the bar earlier. Leon continued to assault you through it, the fuzziness of the evening blending together as all his blood rushed south. He pulled out of you, aiming his cock towards the phone and was still angled at the action. With a few harsh pumps, his load came spurting out coating your body in his translucent substance. 

Your chests heaved as you stared at each other with lust blown eyes. The post orgasm status settling in. Regret from either of you nowhere to be found, only the neediness and desire for another round. 

It wasn’t until a few days later you got the text from him. Opting to not contact him first in fear of looking even more like a crazed fan. Despite the fact he wanted to keep in contact. You must have been a pretty good fuck then. The thought offered a light ego boost for a few days at least. To Leon you were perfect, his cock constantly throbbing to life now he had the crappy video on his phone but he wasn’t selfish. It was only fair that you got to see your side of the action, to witness the pornographic moment of that night. Which you helped create. 

‘Did you see the video?’ 

Confused, you checked his page, waiting for the small circle to stop spinning in the corner of your laptop. The title made you blush, the throbbing need that had been satiated for the past few days rushing back quickly. 

SHY FREAK GETS FUCKED BY HER IDOL 

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Rancher Leon going to a bar only to see the reader on the mechanical bull and getting all hot and bothered watching her move with ease

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leon pushing his cock in deeper after you both finished cause he calls it “giving your cervix a kiss goodbye” before pulling out

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LMFAO STOPP IM CRYING that's so funny and definitely something he would do! I can't stop giggling every time I think about it. He's like "Gimmie a kiss" and then just thrusts one last time

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Dinner is served but it's just Leon's bicep

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I HAD A NEW THOUGHT TO TELL YOU!!!!!!

How do you think the Leon Eras would react if you locked him in during sex? Like legs wrapped around not letting him go till he fills you to the brim!!!

Hii Dani this is delicious and I've been thinking about it all day omgggg, you knew what to hit me with...

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Premature Ejaculation,

RE2: Cums instantly, like you pull him in closer with a whine. That it he's whimpering and whining as his cock twitches wildly inside you. There is a sense of panic at first but then he gets hard almost immediately feeling it seep out around him. Plus it gives him a chance for you to forgive him for cumming so quick

RE4R: He's the one that put your legs there. He moved them one at a time ensuring you get the picture and squeezes your thighs to ensure the hold is tight. Pants and groans in your ear and how well you are taking him and how good it feels. His grip on your thighs leaves tender spots where his fingers were, and he loves it if you squeeze them around him

Infinite Darkness: Takes it as a challenge to get himself as close to you as possible. He's like driving into you so deep that you swear he will abuse your cervix like no tomorrow, he does not give a shit. Prefer it if you tighten the grip, he might slowly squirm away just for you to trap him tighter again.

Damnation: You make him stumble and lose his rhythm, the sudden change in position doesn't help with the alcohol he drowned his sorrows with. However just because you made him lose his footing he'll use the closeness to his advantage and come back at a punishing rate. I'm talking your pelvis is hurting and your hips click when you release him...

RE6: Reaches around and actually holds the lock you have on him. Pushes his entire body weight on you trapping you into the mating press to ensure that you are completely filled to his own satisfaction

Vendetta: Freezes for a second, it's all suddenly to intimate and he feels slightly trapped. The consequences of a creampie are some he's not entirely sure he wants to face them. It's not until you arch yourself against him using the position as levage that he gets into it. The deeper connection suddenly becomes more fun and he's not longer thinking about the what ifs

Death Island: He's giving you the biggest fucking grin you have ever seen. Actually takes it as a challenge to abuse your cervix even more than he is. Giving your cunt no other option but to take his load.

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lmao How do you think Leon's eras would react to a reader who is ovulating and she simply wants to be with him all the time? 😔😔

Oh he loves a challenge of his stamina...

Warnings: Smut,MDNI, Creampies, Soft Dom!Leon, Breeding Kink, Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Ovulation, Drinking, Teasing, Cow-Girl, Slight Subby Leon (implied once...Re2 ofc)

AFAB!Fem!Reader

RE2:

At first he's already tired with the whiplash of your emotions he's gone through throughout the week.

You've been pushing him away, wanting his touch to then back to pushing him away

So when he's sat on the couch and you come in dressed in his shirt and underwear, his attention is immediately taken

After all you've only been wearing bag clothes and sweats so the sudden change...is interesting

You sit on his lap and he's already twitching, he's getting real excited and you haven't even done anything

It goes the same way it always does, a heated make out sessions that then gets dragged to the bedroom where he'll spend at least an hour edging himself into your pussy because he doesn't want it to end

When it finally does and you are full with his cum, he collapses on the bed only to have you swing your leg over and drench him in the mixture of the two of you..

Leon's nervous, a more Subby headspace coming closer as you rock your hips against his sensitive cock begging yourself for another round

Who is he to refuse

RE4R:

You are normally all over him when get gets back from things but today...it was different

Its only when he catches you looking at your app that he realizes what week it is

And he delivers...

He basically becomes a doll for you that you can command to do what you need

You need to be fucked from behind? He's already thinking of the pace hes gunna use

You wanna ride him? He's in position

Its like it rubs off onto him because his cock is constantly leaking throughout the day even if you aren't doing anything

His sweats will have wet patches in the front when he thinks about how needy you are

Infinite Darkness:

Considers it a rewards for how moody you are the week before

But fucking loves trying to sedate the need

Spends the entire week trying not to cave into your advances

Watching you struggle and become a little needier everyday

Sometimes he genuinely can't help it since he's not around but he's a smug bastard and loves when your brattier side comes out

When it does he's punishing you but giving you exactly what you asked for and then some

Your pussy is spent by the end of it, a constant stream of cum leaking out of your puffy lips

He loves he extra affection after, loves it even more if you give him the extra affection when he's still plugged inside you

Damnation:

Smug bastard like ID Leon and sees how long you can go before you are practically begging to sedate your needs

Instead he finds you wrapped up in his shirt trying to use the toy you have when hes away

That just won't do

He's immediately on you helping you, plugging you with his cock and his cum

Afterwards if you are still clingy he's holding you in his lap as he drinks or watches the TV

Helping you get as close to his body as you can hopefully giving you the comfort you seek

Loves it if you are little bit shy about it, like you aren't normally this horny when it happens he smug and just treats it

Also teases you because of your embarrassment

RE6:

Vendetta:

Knows somethings up when you start wearing his favorite shirts

He'll come back from work to just you prancing around his shirts cooking his favorite meal

Its when he hugs you from behind and your nipples already start to pebble through the material as his aftershave hits you, that he realizes

Waits for you to finish dinner, waits for you to admit you want it

He can feel himself getting harder as you snuggle in closer on his lap, squirming your ass against his cock to try and rile him up

When you feel it's hard and twitching you become feral for it

He lets you, opening his legs and lifting his hips so you can take it off

Welcomes the warmth and clenches of you pussy as you sink down on him

And absolutely adores the sight of you riding him in his shirt

Your breast poking through as your back arches

Nipples staying perfectly perked up as the fabric moves over them

Willingly gives you creampies, helping you empty his balls of everything's hes got for you

Death Island:

He can see that you are hesitant to invade his space with your needs

Spying you sitting across from him on the couch, wrapped up in a black with your hand drawing lazy circles on your clit

He's drinking again, lost in thought with everything in his mind but your horiness this week is a welcomed distraction

He makes you work for it though, making you use your fingers to give yourself an orgasm before you can have his cock

Reassures you the entire time that you aren't bothering him and it's a welcomed distraction

As he gets lost in through each thrust he makes gets harder and harder

Completely gets lost in you and you get lost in him

His brain filled with the image of his fluids leaking out around him as he pulls out

Takes a break and a few more sips until you are begging for another round

To which he just smirks and drags you to the bedroom

He knew the day was coming

After all you had your most fertile day circled on the calender every month

It was his favorite day of course...a night filled with endless creampies in hopes he can finally get you pregnant

Because of that you are both like bunnies that day, he doesn't even notice you are clingier than normal

Doesn't care that there's scratches down his back where you are blissfully getting cock drunk

He loves that the breaks in-between each round gets shorter

the fact that his age is even keeping up with this amazes him

It makes him feel wanted and important with how clingy you get

Where you just need him in your space and it doesn't matter if its for sex

He always make sure to wear the all black outfits and your favorite aftershave of his just so it really gets you going

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from rate 1-10 how intimate would leon/eras leon be with their dating partner? like.. their sex counts in a week?

Ooooo!!! I like this 👀...

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW

Gn!Reader

RE2: I always think with RE2 since he excelled his classes you would have probably been his first partner so he would look at you and get all excited. I'm saying probably like a 9/10 because he would just get boners all the time and beg you to sort him out.

RE4R: He's pretty busy before and after so it's not the lack of trying. I think he would be frustrated so when he does have a free moment you're not leaving the bed so. Especially after Spain he comes back with such a clouded brain after everything he's face not only with the infection but Krauser's and Luis' death. You are the perfect distraction for him before he gets dragged elsewhere 8/10

Infinite Darkness: Again like Re4r hes pretty busy, the comics and the show he's literally going from one thing straight to the other. So he's pent up. However he speaks about a lot more so I reckon that he's got a lot to make up for with you 7/10

Damnation: His vacation that he got taken from was just him having you multiples times...poor guy just needs you so badly that's clearly why he's so grumpy in the film. 5/10 tho because he does seem like he's in a phase where he would prefer to try and deal with shit alone. So he wouldn't call on you that often for a release therefore wouldn't have a lot of sex within in the week

RE6: He's too slutty to not be having it multiple times a week with his partner let's be real...7/10. Also I bet he would make it up to you when he gets back from China by making sure you don't forget exactly how he feels

Vendetta: I feel like if he had a partner he would rely on them more for a distraction than talking about what's going through his head...so 9/10. He wouldn't burden you with his thoughts and feelings in his current state of mind but you bet he's going to make sure how much your presence is appreciated to him

Death Island: With his new attitude to life he's making the most of it and what better way than to just use you in every way. It gives me Re2 vibes where you wear a great outfit and he gets all flustered thinking about how you look in it. He feels like a new man...a teenage boy again so 10/10

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To be kind

Leon Kennedy x AFAB! fem!Reader Role Reverse AU (Agent Reader x Civilian Leon) Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Baby Trapping, Heavy Breeding Kink, Angst, Nightmares, Postpartum depression mentions, Trauma, Fears of motherhood/pregnancy, Manhandling, Mating press (he's gotta make sure he gets it in there), creampie, Dom!Leon, Needy Leon, Dilf!Leon Words: 3.4k

Summary: All you have ever wanted is to be kind and look where that's got you. It's only fair now that Leon is kind enough to give you another baby to stop you from getting hurt. After all he just wants to keep you safe. For you ♥️ ILY

All you wanted to do in life was to give and be there for others in a way that people weren't there for you. Now you often find yourself whispering the words of comfort that you wished to hear from others for them. Encouraging the people in your life to achieve their dreams just as you wanted others to do for you. You desired to be kind, something that took more effort than being cruel and twisted like everything else in the world, it already had enough of that. You knew that your kindness is what led you on this path. Going from being a simple rookie trying to help out their future workplace to landing yourself in a dead end job with the highest level of responsibilities. 

Holding many government ending secrets which plagued your mind like a curse; a back spot that you can never get rid of despite how hard you tried to wash it away. Those secrets held a reminder that you didn't deserve the privileges you gained from a quiet mouth and hard work. Especially not after the things you had done to get here, all the people you left behind in order to complete a mission. The same people that were brave enough to give up their life for you.

These were the same privileges that allowed you to create the perfect home life but you didn't get to live it, it wasn't for you. The universe wasn't kind enough for you to enjoy the large back garden or the summer breeze that drifted its way through the open windows. It was all for the man that lived in it and spent his spare time crafting it into the perfect home. You were just lucky. Lucky enough to have survived that night, to have survived anything you have been through and to be in the same lifetime to have met him. Leon, a partner sent from heaven. A regular boring cop with a heart of gold, who worked his way through the ranks just as you could have done. The shiny sheriff badge on his shoulder displays his achievements proudly. 

He held a reflection on what your life should have been. Maybe in another timeline, you would have worked together and become the ideal couple working through the system and rank today. Partners in crime as you brought people to justice. Just like Batman and Robin as he always jokes. At least he knew your favourite hero and was willing to play the sidekick in your life. No questions asked despite the lingering bruises and scrapes you sported when you come home cloaked in a dark cape and tragic backstory. 

Your nightmares were of a higher jurisdiction than he had access to, at least that you can be thankful of. He can't be plagued by the things you have seen. Leon worked hard at home to ensure you lived a dream, so that despite the endless missions the white picket fence was still an option for you. He didn't care about your responsibilities, about your devotion to the cause you fight for. How could he when you came home worse for wear every time? You killed and protected for this dream, he just didn't know it. Your responsibilities crushed it from flourishing without it even starting.

At least that's what you thought until the first set of pink lines happened. The distraction wasn't as welcome to you as it was to Leon, his hands splayed across your stomach with a large smile, his joy radiating off him for the rest of the day. Whilst your hands cradled it with dread, the worry and doubt filled your system early on as the bump formed. It was cute as his thumb would rub  small circles over the skin like he was expecting a response this early. 

You watched his behavior change as you got further along in the pregnancy, he made his demands for you to stay home vocal despite your love-hate relationship with the field. Your skill set was out there, not as a mother protecting a child from the monster under their bed. How could you lie to them and tell them it wasn't real when they were and you have seen them. You have the scars littering your skin as evidence of their existence as you fought against them. One across your heart, jagged and red, in response to the parasite a cult infected you with. A bullet wound now faded in its age, a reminder of your biggest betrayal on the night that started it all. Both come from experiences with monsters that should have stayed in the story books and not have been revived from the imaginations of a craved mad man looking for power. 

The child came along quickly but the bond that should have followed after the birth didn’t. Leon suited the role, was proud of the title as his undamaged hands cradled the bundle of light. You were scared to stain the white blanket red, to taint her with the blood on your hands as you carried her and the weight of the world on your shoulders. It was just a cause from postpartum, the doctors claimed as Leon dragged you to the appointments, no longer being able to bear looking at you carelessly cradling the bundle to your chest. Finding it heartbreaking to witness the rejection and worries towards a surprise you weren’t excited for, he didn't know what caused your panic or fears about motherhood. It was a horrible secret, something you could and wouldn't express to him. You would end up dimming the light that radiated off him as he slid into fatherhood with ease, nurturing both you and baby as if it was second nature. As if once again he always knew his life would turn out like this. 

The rejection you had against her didn’t last long, not when her smile would greet you in the mornings with unconditional love. Her tiny hands now more explorative than claiming, her fingers delicate against the scars as they traced them instead of their pinching and grabbing behavior before. You wonder what she thought of them, if they were pretty like Leon thought or told an ugly side to you like you imagined. 

Those types of thought didn't really matter in the end as it became evident that the family you had created with him was now finally healing you. The eye bags you wore now lightening as you gained as much sleep as you could with a crying baby,  your body fills out lightly again as you ate with Leon every night. A 6 month maternity leave was what you needed apparently, to heal and find yourself in something other than the weapons and skills you used to protect yourself. However, just as quick as it came the maternity leave ended and he watched you fall into the same cycle you had created before, the wall slowly building as you steeled yourself to face the harsh survival again. Your body is working hard to be able to shoulder all your burdens, the cold features returning as you walk through the door. 

He hated what they did to you, what they forced you to become as he just did idle work for the community. Helping old ladies cross the road whilst he was on patrol, chasing after meaningless kids before they ruined their futures. He was the station's favourite, as was the little girl you both created. Her eyes danced around with wonder as he carried her around, her little fist clutched against his shirt whilst her head rested on his shoulder. They asked about you, how the birth was, about the recovery after. Cooed over the shared ability you both had at creating cute babies, questions of another one spilling from their lips in curiosity about their favourite officers life. “It’s better to have them close in age, they’ll look after each other if something happens.” they would say.

He knew what they were on about, he always did. You, the dangers that you faced in the role displayed on your own shiny badge that remained tucked in a pocket compared to on your shoulder like him. A job that reminded him life was short and precious, that every moment he spent with his family he should be grateful for. 

Leon wanted nothing more than to plead and beg on the phone to them, just to let you rest. It had been years since you smiled truthfully, since the light in your eyes returned for more than just your wedding night. Your daughter and himself are now presented in your life as guardian angels, the people that help save you from yourself. Leon hated you leaving, not knowing if you were going to return or if he was going to be greeted with a half assed apology and an American flag being handed to him by two soldiers. He could never stand seeing the missing piece of the stupid key holder you got him for christmas. Forever waiting for your keychain to fill the missing piece of the puzzle, not only in the tacky key display but in the home itself. 

He’ll blame his coworkers for putting the idea in his head, the seed that implanted in his brain which formed into his current plan to keep you safe and at home, at least for a little bit longer. He watched you shower through the reflection of the bathroom mirror, the steam he had wiped away coming back just as quick. You were fading from him again, retreating into your shell of darkness like it was some kind of punishment. In the fogged glass he could see that you had a multitude of new scrapes and cuts, some that he knew would scar adding to your already intensive collection.

Your eyes met him through the fogged glass noticing how his stare was intense and lustful as he scoured every inch of your body. It had been a while since you were both together, the interruption of your toddler didn’t help. Neither did the aches and pains of your first few missions, he didn’t seem to mind though. He never did. Leon would deal with his desires in other ways, your hand or his work perfectly with some lube and dirty words. However, tonight his cock throbbed with the need to be as deep as he could go, to be able to feel the sweet kiss of your cervix as he bred you. You didn’t know this, his plans to empty what he had let build in his balls whilst you were gone. However, you would have assumed he was ovulating with how intense his stare was and perhaps a creampie would be a good distraction and stress reliever. 

A family friend had your daughter for a few days, as they always did when you got back. An agreement you had made with Leon in fear she would witness one of your possible nightmares. You were her strong mommy, a superhero that left to save people whilst Daddy stayed and helped the town. You hoped she would keep this idea and never witness what your superhero job did to you. 

“You look pretty tired sweetheart.” Leon spoke, his frame leaning against the counter. If the shower screen wasn’t so misted up you would have noticed the prominent display of his erection through the grey sweats he wore. His legs crossed slightly like he was doing it on purpose, to display the goods he hadn’t touched for you. “When am I not tired? I’ve only been back to work for a few weeks and I feel like I need a holiday.” You sighed, facing the stream to wash the lathered soap off. Watching as the murky colour washed down the drain. The taint of corruption disappearing from the household. 

“You look like you need a holiday.” Leon teased as he watched the suds flow off your breasts, now rounded and fuller since the first pregnancy, an unexpected but welcomed change. “Are you saying I look like shit? You wound me Kennedy.” You chuckled whilst turning the shower off and stepping out around the screen to finally see him face to face. “Oh darling, you look at anything but that.” 

Leon shifted himself, his hips jolting out first pressing his need towards you as he drew your attention to him. He smirked as it worked, your eyes lighting up at the display and promise of his unconditional love towards you. “I think you look rather stunning actually.” He continued. 

Leon stalked towards you, his hands landing on your hips rubbing his thumb along the skin in small tempting circles. The motion mimicking the same one he uses on your clit, soft, small infinity symbols, drawing them around your body like a spell. He knew your body like a map, understanding each small trigger to set you on fire, leaving you needy and desperate for him. Leon’s lips placed tempting kisses along your pulse point, sucking softly at a spot underneath your jawline as his fingers traced lower. He had a clear directive, a goal to be met as they finally teased your puffy lips. He gathered the arousal there, his clothes now damp as he tugged your body towards him. 

Leon’s heady scent infected you, his cock was hard and twitching against your bare pussy. “I feel like this is a little unfair. You can get me worked up while I’m naked but I have to suffer with the outline through some sweats and a compression shirt.” You pouted, a smirk creeping in slowly as he pulled you closer. Leon’s breath teased the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Let’s do something about that then.” 

He lifted you with ease, your thighs squeezing his hips as he walked you to the bedroom. Your kiss never broke until you landed on the bed. He groaned at the sight of your body in the dim lighting, droplets that still lingered on your skin making you glow. You watched as the fabric slipped over his head, showcasing his well maintained physic. Your eyes eagerly follow his happy trail to where his fingers now teased along the waistband of his sweatpants. Leon chuckled at the squirm you offered him as he exposed his impressive and needy length, the sight never getting any less arousing despite the years the two of you have been together. 

His tip was leaking pre cum, wasting the precious droplets on the sheets as he crawled above you. “I love how you are always so ready for me sweetheart.” He said as his tip ran along the length of your pussy, coating himself with your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling of him slotting himself between your lips, his tip catching your clit with slow teasing prods of stimulation. Your hands grasped at his forearms as your nails left your own marks along his untouched skin. The red trails fading in your memory as he notched himself at your entrance, sighing as he finally began to press his length inside. 

Each inch he gave you was glorious, stretching your cunt perfectly allowing you to lose your mind in his gentle rhythm. Leon was always good at helping you float away from your responsibilities. The horrors fade to the background of your mind as his pace increases. He loved the way you writhed beneath him, your arms now outstretching above your head gripping the sheets with an iron grip. Your chest arched towards him, displaying your perfect tits whilst whining as his lips made contact with them. He started sucking softly against your nipple as it peaked. His tongue circling it occasionally grazing his teeth against the sensitive flesh. Tender marks leaving in his wake, painting his own mark against the other spots that decorated over your skin. 

Leon worshiped you, every scar, every bump that you had to offer. All holding a story of your survival. His mind began to fill with his intentions, the primal drive to push himself further and further inside your warmth. He needed to flood your insides with himself so you had no other option but to take it. He would press himself as far as he needed for that to become possible. As his frame began to tower over you, he pressed your legs into your chest, folding your body in the perfect way to drill himself inside. You felt his thighs squeeze your hips, his were thrusts now deeper and harder, his length barely pulling out before he pressed it back in. Your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling of him overpowering you. 

“Fuck sweetheart, doing such a good job at taking me so deep” He groaned, “I got to get it deeper though, think you can take it baby?”

Leon smiled at your small nod, your eyebrows pinching as his constant thrust brought you to overstimulation. He could feel your cunt squeeze him tightly, sucking him further inside. You needed this as much as him, your cunt practically begging to be creampied. He wondered if despite your initial protests of the first pregnancy that you would want this one as well, that maybe you loved being filled with his claim. His tightened balls slapped against your ass as he continued his grinding thrusts, your cunt screaming and gushing with your arousal as you finally lost yourself in the pleasure he gifted you. “I’ll keep you safe like this baby, keep you home and protected” He grunted, his thoughts unravelling as the internal chant to go deeper began. 

He obeyed his instincts, driving his cock head deeper and deeper inside, giving your cunt more than it could take of him. Your pelvis ached with his abuse, your clit screaming white hot pleasure as his wisps of hair teased it. “Leon–” You moaned, eyes fluttered back as you attempted to arch into him. His entire body prevented it, keeping you trapped in his methodic movements. His concentration never broke, his mind missing the announcement of your second orgasm as his cock twitched frantically inside you. 

Leon was painfully rigid, allowing your walls to feel every inch and vein he had to offer. His own release surprised him as he began to thrust it inside of you. Filling you to the brim whilst making a mess of it as it spilled out. “Fuck, gotta get it deeper, make sure it takes. It’s gotta take, to keep you home” he groaned, pushing his load further. The overspill didn’t matter, not when he would take advantage of the time alone you both had, spending every moment filling you so his goal was achieved. 

In your world he was powerless, he had nothing to stand on to keep you home, to ensure that you were healthy and happy. The government couldn’t stop your growing family, couldn’t send you out on the field whilst you were filled with him. “I’ll make sure it works, I’ll keep you happy baby…keep you safe”

You should have been more concerned with his words, as he admitted his overpowering thoughts on your body. Yet, as he eased you into the right mindset, the perfect one for thinking about nothing but the warmth that flooded through you, instead of your responsibilities in the world. 

The arousal lingered in your nerves, your aches of pain from battle being replaced with the ones he caused. “I love you, I need you safe” Leon whispered, pressing a kiss against your brows. He manoeuvred your conjoined bodies, not allowing his semi hard cock to slip from your pussy and allow his load to spill anymore than it already did. Your head moved with his heaving breaths, slowly slipping into a peaceful rest before he repeated his process. 

All he wanted was to keep you safe, you had done your part for the world. Your body is decorated in the marks that they caused, the history of whatever you had been through. Whilst he was inspired by your bravery he needed you here, like this, with him. “I love you too leon” You replied, your body becoming dead weight as you drifted off. His twitching cock keeps you plugged full, ensuring his desires become true and trapping you in the safety of the house he had built for the growing family he had planned. 

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Older Guys just do it better

DI!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Dom-Leon, Sub- reader, Dom/sub relationship dynamic's, Masturbation, light degradation kink, unprotected sex, Creampie, Age-gap, No idea where this came from but enjoy anyway! I do have a longer fic on the way I promise <3 Loosely proof read again sorry

You had to know it would piss him off. That you decided to break the main rule he had for you, the only one that he came up with in this ordeal. His precious girl decided that whilst he away it was the perfect time to play with his pussy, it wasn't yours anymore. Not in this relationship. He supposed he could put it down to being his fault, not that it was his original intentions to tease you or get you so riled up you felt like you had to sort out your problem yourself instead of giving yourself that sweet release. All he did was take a photo that you requested just a simple one of his new leather jacket and the rest of his outfit.  

Apparently, the bulge he was sporting casually in his jeans was just enough to rile you up.  

He was originally going to ignore the voice note you sent him as he rode his bike to stake out spot that Hunnigan had suggested but the temptation was too high. He did not expect to nearly crash into the poor family car next to him when he heard the familiar whines and whimpers you gave of when you were close to your release. They weren't nearly as impressive as when he was the cause of them, clearly your fingers no longer worked as well as they did before you found him. It was evident that you wanted him to respond, to feed whatever fantasy you had running through your head, but he was busy...always busy at the wrong times.  

The age gap he had with you made him feel like a creep, whilst you were still working your way through your 20s as he was now pushing 40. He couldn’t resist or find it in himself to care as you tempted him with those pretty eyes and smile, batting your lashes to plead and beg for something. You wanted the relationship, to have someone that helped shoulder your headspace when it got too much, to deal with your pleasure like it was their own as well as stroking your hair and wiping your tears when he didn't do something you wanted or...punished you when you broke a rule. Leon was perfect for role; there was no way you would want anyone else.  

It was obvious that you pissed him off because he hadn't replied immediately or rang you like he normally did. Nor did he respond to any of the other photos and texts that you had sent whilst you occupied yourself during his time away.  

The front door swung open hours later and even though you put on your usual bubbly method of greeting you were still met with a very grumpy looking Leon. Whose cock was straining through the fabric of his trouser very prominently at this point. He expected to have some form of whiskey dick at this point, to rely on the numerous amounts of medication they had to fix his "floppy dick". Turns out all he needed was a girl 20 years younger than him, with great tits and clingy personality. He loved having you depend on him, watching you cave into simple begs as he gave you the silent treatment.  

"Hi." You whispered innocently, smiling and blushing in an attempt you make yourself look innocent. He didn't say anything, instead pointed to the bedroom as he began to remove his shoes and jacket. He smiled slightly as he watched your form shrink in on itself, maybe with the time he was gone you forgot about the fact you would get a punishment in return.  

Leon approached the room in heavy but muted thuds as he walked down the hallway, not alike to his usual quietness as he moved around the house. He wanted you to know that he was coming.  

His jeans were already unbuttoned making room for his hardening cock to strain against the waistband of his boxers. A small wet spot already forming against the navy fabric. Your ass was perked perfectly against the side of the bed, panties already removed allowing him to see your glistening cum ready and waiting for his attention or touch, to you it didn't matter if it was punishment or not. Attention was attention. Leon considering spanking you and then leaving your sore ass and weeping pussy to the cold air but there was a way more fun punishment that would leave you crawling and begging for forgiveness. After all you did almost cause an accident and let's not forget broke a rule. Perhaps he should print out a list and leave it somewhere so you can't use your excuse of forgetting them.  

You heard the scrap of your vanity chair, the clunking of his belt as it fell against the hardwood floor. Your head turned over your shoulder, watching the sight of him reaching for the lotion you smothered yourself with every night to keep your skin young as you would tell him. His hands smoothed a pea-sized amount along his length, spreading it along himself in the same motion he has watched you rub it along your arm. "Did I say you could look?" He grumbled, his voice rough and laced with the tiredness from the last mission. He knew he would cave from the punishment soon, after all he did almost die and spent what he thought were his last few minutes thinking about you at home.  

"S-sorry" You muttered quickly, turning back around so only your pussy was on display and not your curious eyes. You could hear him pumping his cock, the quiet swears that left his lips as he touched his tip. "What a sight...I've missed this." he whispered, letting out a low groan to follow his compliment. "Can I touch myself?" you asked, fidgeting in your current position as your clit throbbed with its need for attention. If he was any closer, he would probably spot your cunt fluttering, clenching around nothing whilst it wished to be filled with his cock. "You've done enough of that don't you think? Touching yourself without my permission and then act like nothing happened."  

"Sorry-"  

"You would have been if I had gotten into an accident, sending me that without any warning...I almost crashed sweetie. Then who would have filled that sweet cunt."  

His words made your head spin along with the slick downs of him working his cock. Your legs twitched as you desperately tried to keep them separated for him, to prove him wrong and wait for his punishment to be over. He would reward you for being so good surely...he wouldn't leave you like this, right?  

"Who would have done it sweetie? You don't want anyone else, do you?" He prompted, his words cunning as he formed a way to get you to beg for him. "No-no one else. No one is as good as you."  

"That's right, you need some old guy's cock to fill you just right, Guy's your age just don't do it right."  

"y-yes"  

He chuckled, his head thrown back as he fell his end closing in. "Beg for it then."  

As if you were holding it in, waiting for the permission to speak freely on you need it spewed out instantly after his words. Blabbered mess about how needy your cunt was, about how sorry you were for filling it with your fingers instead of just waiting for him to get back like always. You didn’t hear him move, not until you felt his hands grip your hips and finally sunk his cock inside. It was instant relief for the both of you, like a missing piece of a puzzle as he continuously pumped himself inside your welcoming warmth. “You won’t do it again will you pretty girl? If I cum into this pussy, you won’t fill it with anything but my cock unless I tell you. Right?” He said, his words being broken by his low grunts as he continuously grinded his hips into your ass.  

“I won’t...ever...please” You whimpered. Leon’s hand entangled with your hair, pulling against the strands softly to lift your head. His kiss was soft despite his onslaught he was currently doing against your cervix. His cock was thick, dragging through your cunt perfectly as he continued to drive it deeper, each clench letting you feel exactly what you missed form him. All whilst he kissed you gently, showing you how much he loved his sweet girl.  

“Can I cum?” You whimpered, your thighs shaking from the burn of his slapping against them. His scent invaded your senses getting you drunk on him. “Go on then sweetie.” He cooed, his own orgasm soon to snap form the force of yours. Your abused cunt got filled to the brim with everything he had to offer, spilling out from between you both as he removed his cock from you. “Thank you-” You spoke as you collapsed against the bedding, the ache you have had for days finally satiated. Leon chuckled at the sight of you, before helping you into one of his shirts. “You're welcome” he muttered against your hair as he held you close, smiling at the feeling of his cum on his thigh as his claim slowly dripped out of you.  

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Anon from the professional boxer Leon request, I have an idea 😍

One, he comes home from after a fight he lost, with a nasty black eye and a bloody nose, and we just tend to him and gently kiss his sweaty face while icing his eye. But he’s also like, all riled up too, shower sex.

I'M HERE I SWEAR ANON SORRY! I will not let boxer!Leon go. He's on my brain again finally... I hope you enjoy

Boxer!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut MDNI, Praise Kink, soft Angry Sex? idk he's using you to calm down, Soft Dom Leon, Shower Sex, Implied Size kink, Semi-public sex, Porn with little plot

Who knew I just needed to sit in another room to be so productive and finish this off! Thank you @shymoob for proofreading again ily

Taglist: @senawashere @danigirls-missions @lxzy-bxby @074calicocat @gut1ess

You didn't need to mention the outcome of the match to him, there was no need to console him in the mistakes he had made. It was evident with the tension that laced his body, the words that spat out of his mouth to his manager, he already knew what he did. That he was already beating himself up with what could have been. There was no point in reminding him that he failed, it would just land you in the firing line of his anger and tension. Instead it was safer for you to follow him, despite being blinded by all the camera flashes and disappointed fans, all of them trying to get a word or glimpse of him.

Your hand covered your face to block, whilst the other hand was held tightly by him making sure to keep your body hidden close to his back. You could feel the hardened muscles through the dressing down he had draped around himself. The silk fabric decorated in his name like it was something to be proud of.

A polite smile was plaster on your lips, one of the kind that formed out of awkwardness. You could see the door you were both aiming for now at least, finally able to move from behind him as you both exited the tunnel. The same one he was bounding out of a few hours earlier eager and smiling, feeling like he was on top of the world.

With just a glance to his face you can tell the last half of the match the opponent had knocked his game up. The blood dripped slowly out of his nose, one of his eyes slowly swelling shut with the promising bruise that was coming into play. No one would bother either of you in here, the locker room after the match strictly out of bounds as it was the only way you could calm him down. Using both traditional and not quite traditional methods. The manager couldn't give a fuck, as long as he got his money from Leon and his head was screwed on for next available match. You were the stress reliever of his team and with his mood like this, your skills at the job were definitely going to be tested today.

Leon slumped on the bench first, a large frustrated groan leaving his lips as his palms rubbed into his eyes. You rummaged through the numerous bags he has in here, most of them being stuffed with many outfits for him to decide to wear in the ring. However, you were looking for the minor first aid kit whilst Leon began to shrug what little clothes he had left on. The robe with his name dumped carelessly on the floor, his surname in a satin font laid face up, glinting in the light. Leon refused to look at it, as if looking at the blue letters made him admit his defeat tonight.

You didn't miss the hiss of pain as he leaned back against the wall or the groan as the aches began to settle in now the adrenaline wore off. “I can't believe I lost,” he grumbled, another sigh rumbling through his body almost like a growl. Your fingers lifted his chin, guiding his features to look at you as you began to wipe him free of any blood. Leon's hands gripped your hips, holding you like a life line as he swallowed himself in self pity. His eyes avoided you, worried he wouldn’t see the love and affection that normally laced them compared to the alternative look of disappointment everyone else seemed to sport today.

“Everyone loses sometimes” you spoke softly, acting as if the man in front of you was but a wounded animal and you needed to be gentle so you didn’t spook him. Sometimes even Lions have to get their egos bruised every now and then. “I shouldn't have lost, the fight was easy. It should have been an easy win” his chin jerked from your hand, his eyes fierce with something you couldn't quite pinpoint. “Even so…I think you did well. You looked good” Your tone dropped to that sultry one he loved so much, his eyes watching as yours narrowed a smile growing across your pretty face. You were tempting him and who was he to refuse?

You watched eagerly as his own smirk grew, his touch slowly becoming more possessive as the fight of self-pity left him. His mind as it always did grew distracted by your taunting presence, the way your fingers worked softly through his sweat slicked hair. Playing with a few of the strands that fell in front of his face, curling them between your fingers as you looked down at him. His muscles rippled with temptations, stiffening his form as you touched his shoulders again. “You seem like you need a shower, maybe all the hot water will ease all your– tension” you whispered, your breath tickling against the shell of his ear. Leon smirked, his body towering over yours as he stood up. “Are you going to join me?”

“Did you even have to ask?”

His hand engulfed yours, the heat spreading throughout as he walked over towards the showers. Steam slowly filled the room, the warmth spreading throughout you faster as his hands went to the hem of his tight shorts. His hardened length is prominent through the spandex material. Your fingers twitched at your sides as you watched him pull them down his thighs, clearly flexing the muscles he had gained through his training. He was putting on a show for you, as if he was attempting to make up his sour mood to you. If there was one thing Leon never failed at it was ensuring you were never left unsatisfied.

His tip was beading pre-cum for you eagerly as he turned to look at you, his fist slowly working his length as he backed into the shower stream. You watched his eyes roll back, a his of pleasure escaping his lips as he worked himself. You felt targeted when he opened his eyes– watched as they raked over your body with lust and desire. “Seems a little unfair, sweetheart” He teased, his free hand gesturing to your current clothing situation as his other hand continued to pump himself. You watched his thumb move over his slit, gathering the fluid he was presenting you with.

You started with your blouse, the buttons already straining against your chest. He grinned as your breast became exposed, your nipples hardened against the mesh of your bra. Perked and beautiful craving for his attention. Your trousers were next giving him a little shimmy as you let them drop onto the tiled floor. You pulled the underwear away displaying your pussy to him– a light shine already decorating your thighs as your arousal pooled. “You were turned on before we got here, weren’t you?” Leon taunted, chuckling as your eyes widening before nodding sheepishly. “Your anger is hot”

“That so?”

You cupped your breasts as you approached him, now playing with your peaked nipples once they were free from the bra. Leon watched your actions, mimicking a similar motion with his tip until you were finally within reach. His hands left his cock to reach for you, his length twitching in the stream. Leon’s lips were upon your neck instantly, his hands gripping the flesh of your ass pulling you closer into his frame. He was hungry for you, desperate for a prize he should have won today.

He shouldn’t be here in the locker room fucking his frustrations out on you, he should be listening to his fans scream proudly, listening to the praises offered by his manager. Instead he got your needy noises, the sweet whimpers you offered him when he sucked against your pulse point. Whilst it wasn’t the reward he was expecting tonight, it was one he would gladly take. Leon hoisted you up, holding your weight as your legs wrapped around his hips. Your nails scraped his shoulders as they wrapped around his neck making his already battered skin. You hissed at the feeling of the shower wall hitting your back as he spun you both behind, his tip pressing against your entrance groaning as it fluttered at his slight intrusion.

“Such a good girl for me” He groaned, his lips finding your in a messy kiss again. You could feel his muscles tighten as he pushed himself inside of your pussy sighing thankfully at the feeling of you wrapped around him. His usual methods of foreplay forgotten as his desire for a release on the forefront of his mind, he couldn’t find himself to care at this moment. Not as your cunt squeezed the life out of his cock, the burning feeling flooded through the system as he began to move. “Squeezing me so tight – fuck girl” He grunted, the pain soon turning into the pleasure that only he could achieve.

He held you effortlessly, your weight never a bother. Leon’s head fell to your shoulder, biting and soothing the skin in a continuous battle. “Leon–so fuck–” You whimpered. Your nails left crescent marks in his skin, the biting pain you were causing him helped distract himself from the loss. The angry shouts of his fans, their hurtful words of disappointment fading away with your persistent whimpers and begs for more. You wouldn’t break on him, lose your faith in him like they would. Each flutter of your cunt was a praise, well done for all his efforts today.

You could feel his ass muscles clench beneath your heels as he pressed himself closer, forcing his cock deeper. His tip brushed against your cervix bullying his presence inside of your cunt. His mouth left bite marks as he felt himself grow closer, each spot feeling tender despite the kisses he left after. Your mind was filled with nothing but him, your body was filled with nothing but him but as your orgasm grew closer you didn’t care. “More” You begged, “Please”

Leon grunted, his cock twitching as he stilled his movements. He moved you both to the nearest bench, the sounds no longer muted as the shower faded to a stop. You began to bounce immediately, your slick body moving with ease as you began to chase after your high. Leon watched your tits, following them like a cat with a laser as you pushed them further in his face, your hands braced on the wall behind his head as you focused. “Such a good girl using me like that – makes me feel like I’m good for something” He cooed, his lips kissing the breast closest to his mouth before latching on. Pleasure shot to your throbbing core, his wisps of hair teasing your clit with every movement.

“You’re perfect” You moaned, slowing your bounce to a low grinding, following the pleasure his hair was giving you. Leon wasn’t going to stop you, not as his hands encouraged your slow grind pressing you further into his lower abdomen. “Leon–”

“That’s it, good girl, give it to me baby” he whimpered, his balls tightening. At his praise the coil snapped, your hips slowing their movements as your thighs shook with pleasure. Leon smirked before working your over sensitive body on his cock like you were some expensive fleshlight before with a final deep groan he spilled himself inside you.

The pulsing of his cock was beautiful, the thickness and length keeping the warm love he gave you plugged inside. Leon stroked your hair, cooing at you as you collapsed on his chest. Feeling used and useful in his huge world. “Fuck baby, so good for me” He whispered against your temple, pressing a kiss in the spot as well. You giggled against his form, relishing him in his lighter mood. “I’m proud of you Leon” You muttered against his neck. Leon stilled, his hips jolting his now softening length inside you as your words affected him more than he thought. “Really? Even though I lost”

“Yeah because I know you can still get up and win”

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Sandy Toes

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: Pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, Dilf!Leon, Domestic, My day late entry for Week 1 of @shymoob Summer event! Come join in on the fun, see you next week for fireworks!! See the prompt list here to join in on the fun!

The idea of a beach day was not on Leon’s top list of things to do on his rare vacation. He would much rather watch the two most important people in the world run around the yard his hard work with the government paid for, well watch an attempt of you running around with your daughter. However, today he couldn’t do that because as he decided to leave the comfort of his bed and find out why the house was seemingly so quite he found you standing there in the front room looking like an angel. The sundress you had decide to wear today fell around your body in way that highlighted every curve that he had grown to love and all the new features you were gaining as you blossomed once more with his child.

How could he say no to this imagery? It was definitely part of your plan to convince him, to dress up in such a way you know he had no other option but to agree so he could stare at you all day long. At least him being there you would get the chance to relax, to able to thrive in the sun whilst your daughter entertains herself amongst the sand. He knew that she was excited for it with the way she ran into their room to wake up her dad carrying a spade and spewing some toddler jumble about the beach, sand and the sea.

He lifted the small girl in his arms, smiling at her wriggles and excited giggles before the wrestle to get in the car seat would begin. She smelled lightly of your perfume and sun cream from where you had clearly been getting her ready. The pretty sundress she also wore he knew had to be your doing, along with the cute space buns that would keep her hair off her face.

“I wasn’t aware that my days off meant I had to be cooking myself in the sun as a relaxing activity.” Leon teased as he approached you, a kiss finding its place on your forehead. His free hand smoothed over the curve of your bump, the temptation to touch it was always high just as it was with the first. “You wouldn’t get cooked if you wore sun cream like a normal person.” You teased, smiling up at him as your hand fell on top of his. Leon chuckled before adjusting the little girl in his arms. “Do you want help with the bags?” He asked, leaning down to pick one up.

“It’s okay, I’m pregnant, not fragile.” You teased, swatting his hand away from the handles of the large tote bags. “Besides it’s probably better if you suffer with the car seat battle, she always behaves better with her daddy.”

The drive to the beach was fine, the car filled with the soft summer tunes as the wind whipped at your hair. The joy that radiated throughout the car was something he would always be grateful of. Bring able to witness the work that you had put in to make sure he made it to this point was worth it in the end. Leon carried the bags down the ramp onto the sand before he then started making it his mission to find the perfect spot for his family to set up the blankets. You watched as he analysed the surroundings, clearly mapping out escape routes and places where you would be somewhat alone. It was easier to let him deal with this than argue about how far the bathroom is to where you are sat or the fact that the old couple a few sections down are suspicious for wanting to talk to excited toddler that had ran over to them in a last minute act of defiance. You doubt anyone would judge a pregnant woman peeing in the sea anyway if you were too far away from the toilets.

Everyone’s comfort was Leon’s next priority as he strolled around the beach with his little girl in his arms. Once he found a spot, he ensured that the blanket was securely pinned down and the small beach tent, you had insisted on buying despite beach days being far and few between, wasn’t going to fly away. You laughed as he gave a poor attempt to wipe his hands on his swim shorts now they were covered in sand, his grumbles of how irritating sand was only fuelling the amusement of the situation. “This is why you apply sun cream after we finish setting up.” Leon grumbled as he observed the mess on his fingers. “Don’t be surprised if next time I’ve doodled something on your back. Besides you’ve done a wonderful job thank you.” You retorted a playful smile on your features before you leaned towards him for a kiss. Instead of complaining more you watch him stand up, a soft groan and clicking releasing from him as he did so, the abuse of his body now catching up to him. You watched the retreating form of your husband as he walked hand in hand to the sea with a bucket and your daughter, the sun shining on them brightly as they reached the shoreline.

The sun bore on your skin was nothing again the upright position you were sat in that was doing nothing to ease the increasing back pain you were developing as you got further along in your pregnancy. It was either perfect timing or like he had sensed your discomfort when you heard the sound of their laughter as they clearly raced back to you. The laughter was paired to the muted thuds of tiny feet going as fast as she could with slow louder thuds following her in Leon’s poor attempt to slow himself down so she could win.

With her Immediate pestering for a snack once she had reached the blanket it was only fair to assumed that Leon had bribed her to leave the rock pools they were watching with the promise of a snack. Or maybe he was just hungry himself. “Have you drunk anything yet? Sitting in the sun probably isn’t doing you any good, love” He asked, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he sat next to you. His hand instantly going for your stomach and smiling slightly at the small kicks the baby responded to him with . “I’ve drank a lot, but my back is killing me from sitting like this all day. It’s alright though she's happy” you said, gesturing to the little girl that was currently digging the biggest hole she could. Leon’s features lightened in their concern as he gazed upon her, the sight giving him an idea. He crawled along the sand to whisper in her ear, the small giggles to each other were cute as he began to work in sync with her.

His recently washed hands a mess again, not that it mattered to him in this current moment, your comfort was more important than a sandy sandwich he would indulge in later. With their combined efforts they made a hole for you to lay on your stomach equipped with one of the seaside themed towels you pulled out every summer. He eased you over, helping your gentle settle in a comfortable position the same way he does every single night he is home with you. It was the least he could do after all. “We’re the boob holes necessary?” you laughed as you sank down. Finally enjoying the freedom from the backache that had been troubling you. “Very, can have them bring squished either.” he chuckled, giving you a wink.

Despite the complaints this morning and every other time you dragged him to do things in the little free time he got. Leon never meant it, not when he could watch his family thrive and laugh. Creating memories that he would always treasure when the missions got rough, it reminded him of why he did all of it. Why he kept the world safe by enduring what he did so that you could enjoy the somewhat annoying feeling of sandy toes and spend quality time with him.

Of course, you had to humour him with a photo of his amazing craftsmanship. The sun highlighting your body making you look like a goddess to him as he snapped photos of the sight as if he was a tourist looking at one of the Greek statues. With the pressure off your back you soon fell asleep into a small nap. The peaceful sound of the waves lingering in the background and the quiet chatter of the ongoing people that surrounded you was the perfect backing track you needed for the best sleep you had in a while.

When you soon awoke it was your turn to take photos of you had the energy and ability to get up and reach the phone that was. Your eyes fell upon the sight of the of them creating a village of sandcastles. The height of the hill was impressive, Leon’s doing no doubt whilst you assumed that the seagull feather for a flag was clearly your daughters. Leon caught you looking, you face resting on your arms as you quietly watched the interaction between the two of them. He smiled back at you before approaching again. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face being careful not to drop any sand on your features or scratch you with the roughness the sand added to them. “Everything okay?” He asked softly, smiling down at you. In this lighting he was relaxed, the wrinkles he had gained over the years smoothing out into a softer look. Watching him age and grow into the mind-set he was in today will always be one of your big achievements in life. No one worked harder than Leon.

The evidence was there in your comfort and daughters smile as she attempted to make a moat around the castle they had made, not quiet understanding that the sand will soak up the water as soon as she places it. “Perfect, thank you.” You responded. Leon’s hand worked through the soft strands of your hair once more before his gaze fell back on his little girl. Her cheerful concentration was amusing as he stared up at her dad when he approached, his hand outstretched holding another bucket of his own. You watched as Leon dragged her back down to the shoreline once more and knelt in the refreshing water as they began to work again building yet another sandcastle only this time with a fancy moat that bought water in with the waves that chased them up the beach. There laughter adding to the soundscape that once again bought you into peace.

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Trust fall

RE4R!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Friends- Lovers, Best friend!Leon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Yearning, Awkward moments, Longing, Soft Sex, Comfort, Nightmares, mating press, unprotected sex, tit sucking, hand jobs, fluff

Summary: Falling in love was inevitable when you avoid it for too long...

Words: 11.1k (I said it was long)

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Poured my blood,sweat n tears into this LMAO....after a shit week at work here it is thank you @kuntprodukt for listening to my ramblings as finished it off. Dedicated to @shymoob ... also ignore the technology inaccuracy for the time period...

Taglist: @senawashere @danigirls-missions @lxzy-bxby @074calicocat @gut1ess

Day 1

Maybe he was going to be nervous as well? Surely, your anxiety was valid after not seeing him for months. The date on the calendar was circled in red pen. You had only been told it only a few days before now; his text was rather unexpected after a long period of silence. The date was to mark the start of Leon’s vacation, though it was granted as a “recovery” period from whatever mission he had just returned from. He was advised by the higher ups to stay with someone that was trusted. The mental welfare of their pawn suddenly became a concern after reading the reports he presented them with. 

However, you were no longer privy to these details, as his reputation grew the less you knew. Whenever it was because he wasn’t allowed to say or he chose to withhold the information from you himself – you didn't know. You could see the more secrets he gained, in the form of the new eyebags he had gained from the sleepless nights. Those once bright blue eyes you had grown to love in your teens now had a mixture of grey, like the storm clouds of his haunted past. 

Instead he asked you for a distraction, a few days of normality. That you could grant him, providing him with a detailed plan of fun filled days. At least you hoped he would feel the same about it. 

The sound of his car outside alerted you of his presence, the gravel of your drive crunching underneath the wheels of his jeep. It was cute how he stuck to one brand of car, coming up with some excuse of its practical use when deep down it was to replace the one he lost. The same one he saved up all summer to get so he could drive back and forth from Raccoon City to you. The brand now holds a sentimental value to him, you suppose, something that reminded him of what could have been. 

You gave one last glance around the room, trying to spy any spec of dust or crumbs that he might see as he entered. It’s not like he hasn’t seen your space a mess before, after all your teenage bedroom was a regular hang out spot instead of his dorm at the orphanage and that was never particularly the cleanest.

His features were sharper than last time you noticed as you opened the door, his eyes widening as the smile reached them despite their narrow, hollow look. Your open arms were a beacon to him, his safe place awaiting for him with a large smile and a warm heart. His arms were strong as they encircled you, biceps squeezing your form slightly as he pulled you closer. From the outside you were sure the hug looked like it was more intimate than it was but with the history you both had, it was just right and the perfect medicine he needed. 

“I’m glad you’re back” You whispered to him, pulling away slightly to gaze up at his features. The blond hair is still unkempt and draping over your favorite shade of blue, his eyes gazing down at you. You didn’t miss the shine that they lacked however, now they possessed a matt finish instead portraying someone different from that hopeful 21 year old. He was never going to be like that, that wasn’t him anymore. Maybe that's why loving the new version was just as important to you, to cradle him the same way you did when he failed an exam or when his girlfriend dumped him. He still needed you to be the same. To be something in his life that was a wall he could lean on or a bed he could rest with. A home.

“Me too” Was all he responded, the smile slowly fading into the tight lipped one he sported more often. His hands never left your arms, instead tightening their grip around your bicep. Not enough to hurt or for you to flinch back on – almost like he was testing you were real. 

Leon instantly felt the warmth of your space, a comforting hug he had surely missed since being away. The pictures of your childhood shared with him scattered around the apartment in golden frames like he was some angel and important figure in your life to deserve such luxury. “The spare room is all set up for you. You do remember where it was right?” You asked him, now leaning against the kitchen counter as you observed his unsteady steps into your home. His heavy duffel bag was clearly heavy with his baggage as it caused him to lean more on one side, its contents weighing him down in a shade of army green. “Yeah, If I get lost I’ll just scream for you” He teased. “If you do then make sure it’s like the one you did in the haunted maze that one time. I need a good laugh” 

“You and me both” 

His form retreated down the hall and you got set on making drinks, the coffee machine whirring loudly in a fight to brew the pot. A noise you had grown used to, having to choose between luxuries to upgrade in this economy. You watched the coffee slowly drip out as your mind wandered elsewhere, now finding yourself contemplating if your plans for the week were too much for him. You hadn’t really considered what Leon would have wanted this week to be, whenever it was for him to relax and lounge around or create memories he could think about whilst he was away. 

You chose the second option, the fridge decorated in a pretty list with the itinerary of the next few days which was pinned by the gimmick travel magnets Leon gifted you of all the places he’s travelled to. You hoped that by creating a list of activities to do with him you would gain opportunities to refresh the pictures on your walls. To swap out a few of the younger ones of you both with an older more recent version. After all, you didn’t have anyone else to fill them with; Leon still managed to be one of the only people that were a constant in your life despite the past 6 years being the busiest for him. Whenever he knew or not, he had set a pretty high standard for the quality of friendship you were looking for. 

Of course the plans could be subjected to change if he really didn’t want to do them. The last thing you wanted to do was add more stress in his life. Which is where the silent deal you had made came in, the one that you created after making sure that giddy teenager that was still inside you knew why it was important this week to handle your feelings. Spending the last few years in silence on your feelings even though the news of his break up 6 years ago was exciting for you. The event then caused you to create plans to ask him out once he settled in his new job. 

Maybe in another life it would have worked out that way and you could have both ended up being childhood sweethearts, the cutest couple in the precinct he would work at. Small children running around in a home filled with nothing but love. You would be adorned with a golden ring upon your finger showing off the stable relationship you both created. 

Relationships don't work in his world anymore, there were too many risk factors not only with the security he needed up hold but the target that now forever remained on his back with crazed scientists. You knew this after he ranted to you during a drunken confession a few years after Raccoon City; where he was spilling the beans about the kiss with Ada and the complicated emotions he felt after losing her. His job no longer allowed him to have attachments like that, he knew the risks and saw the outcomes of where work mixed with family. He needed to keep you safe, he wouldn't know what would happen to him if he lost you. The thought scares him more than any bio weapon he had faced recently and with his last mission there were a few nightmarish ones. 

“That thing sure sounds like it needs a replacement” Leon joked from the doorway. He had shredded his previous clothes, now dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie instead of the jeans and leather jacket. His frame had now visibly relaxed more since he dropped off the duffle bag, it was now hidden away in the spare room he would be staying in. “Maybe Santa will get me one for Christmas,” You replied, smiling at him. His laugh was loud, nodding his head in agreement, “Guess I know what costume to buy next along with a coffee machine. Oh and this is for you” 

He threw a small striped bag at you, small tears in the paper where it had clearly been through travel. Stuffed somewhere amongst his luggage. You knew it was a magnet by its familiar weight, pulling the item out to be met with the reds and yellows of the spanish flag. “Another one for your collection” He said whilst he moved from the doorway to the kitchen, leaning up against the counter in a casual manner. “You were in Spain?” 

“Only a few days, this was a particularly rough mission…” He sighed, his eyes refusing to look at the thing like even looking at the spelling of the place was a trigger. Ah so this trip was purely business and not pleasure. Instead of proudly displaying it on the front of the fridge, you placed it on the side out of sight. Unless you wanted to get up in the dying coffee machines business. You watched as his features soften when you turned around, the small action solidifying his reasoning for being here. You didn’t pry or question him on what happened, instead you offered silent support. Showing it in smaller actions, like moving a fridge magnet out of his sight. 

“You can sit in the living room and choose something to watch, you don’t have to wait with me” You said before hopping up on the counter, sitting with your legs swinging in the air. Consistent soft thuds echoing in the space as your feet softly thudded against the cabinet doors. “I’m good, besides I’m sure watching this coffee machine struggle to make a full pot is more entertaining than the shit that's on TV nowadays” He joked, his biceps contracting as he lifted his frame on the counter. The two of you were close enough that if you swung your legs out you were sure to clash with him. 

“You have a funny idea of entertaining” You laughed, poking him with your foot in a poor attempt to irritate him. You could feel his toned muscles in his thighs, despite them squishing slightly as you put pressure on them whilst they were relaxed. He let out a soft grunt as you accidentally pressed against a particularly tender spot, his hand soon rubbing the spot to ease the ache. It was your only sign that there were still a few stubborn bruises lingering on his body. 

Now you knew the location he had come from, the news covering the return of the president's daughter whilst praising the lone agent that helped her return home from spain; it didn’t take a genius to figure out where he had just returned from. Plus if you were right on your assumption it made sense that he was still healing not only mentally but physically. Yet since he had arrived you haven't spotted any signs that he was affected by it.

You could tell he had been through hell though from the amount of scrapes that littered his face. Though they were now faded to a light pink but it didn’t help your nerves. It never did. “What’s this then?” He asked, a thud sounding through the kitchen as he hopped off the counter walking towards the fridge. Your cheeks flushed with heat as he removed the numerous magnets that pinned the sticker covered week plan. You watched as he read it over, the piece of paper looking silly in his hands. “I made a plan for the week, things we can do but we don’t have to if you want to just watch movies or play games…” You stumbled, your words spewing out fast creating a blabbled mess. 

He turned to you with the paper crinkling in his hands before displaying a large, genuine smile at you. “Thank you, this is thoughtful and I can’t wait. Though I’m not carrying you ass up the hiking trail you have planned in 2 days”

“I can handle it, I picked a beginners route. Just don’t leave me behind now you are all macho man” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Don’t worry” 

Once the coffee had finally brewed the two of you moved to the living room, sipping on the beverage over gossip that you had collected since he was away. Stalking facebook together looking at all the people you had once known and how their lives panned out, joking about them in subtle jealousy at their presumed success in their lives. 

You both did it for hours in fits of giggles until it led you up to now. Where pizza now sat in your laps, warming up the large blanket you both shared. The grease catching on your shirts as you both attempted to get the slices in your mouths before the toppings fell off. Being with Leon left no room for judgment; not when you had been in every stage of each other's life since high school. Witnessing every crash out, job promotions and of course the nightmares you knew still plagued him. An unspoken rule in your home that he would forget about everything in his life. The rule was created by himself to avoid talking about it. 

One of the good things about the night is that Leon’s phone remained in the bedroom, left abandoned on the bedside table for once. It's not like he had anyone to contact anyway, his most frequent texter was besides him laughing at the stupid movies with tomato sauce in the corner of her lips. As the night went on he found himself watching the way your eyes seemed to sparkle in the TV light as well as at the feeling of your toes tucking themselves under his thighs with the pizza boxes now discarded on the coffee table in front of you. Leon craved for you to be closer. To have your weight on his lap like those weight blankets everyone suggested he got. To smell the perfume that lingered in your hair as you over sprayed yourself with the scent in the day. 

He craved a normal life with you, a relationship filled with trust, love and honesty. Something he couldn’t give you; instead he settled for the knowledge that you were in the room next to his, smiling at him softly as you both retreated to bed. The promise of good dreams leaving each other's lips in a warm goodnight.

Day 2

It wasn’t a surprise to you that you would find him awake before you, his body clock had never fully fixed itself since the training days he had to endure. Whilst they crafted the most glorious figure you had the pleasure of seeing, it must be annoying to suffer with the linger effects of the early rising. At least it would be for you. However, he didn’t seem to mind not when you heard the poor overworked coffee machine doing its thing as you padded down the corridor. The noise accompanied by the smell of bacon and eggs. 

“What if breakfast in bed was one of the treats I wanted to do for you?” You spoke, watching as his frame jolted slightly at the unexpected intrusion. You felt bad watching as he tensed, the spatula he was using to flip the bacon swaying slightly with his movements. “I didn’t mean to scare you sorry” 

Leon smiled softly acknowledging your apology as he turned around, watching your form slither into one of the stools that lined the breakfast bar. “It’s fine, I’m not normally this jumpy” He muttered, sleep still lingering in his speech, signifying to you that he wasn’t long up before you. His voice is an octave lower than normal, with a tinge of raspiness to it, the sound caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach as you tried to will the daydreams of waking up next to him away. “Bad sleep?” You asked, resting your head on your palms as you watched him. He shrugged, pouring the coffee into a mug for you, serving it with yet another tight lipped smile. “Don’t think I’ve had a good one in a few years” He muttered. 

It hurt that you knew he wasn’t lying, that he was truly plagued by all the wrong doings in his life. Things that you couldn’t even picture coming to life and hunting him down just because he wanted to do right by the world when he was a rookie. You nodded, your words silenced by a sip of the coffee. Sympathy was all you could offer him, there wasn’t much else that you could do for him that didn’t involve breaking the clear wall he had built around himself which you respected. He wanted you to be close but at arms length, your role in comfort more of a distraction for him instead of a therapist. It worked before, after raccoon city he ranted to you about everything that happened but as he grew older he knew that was a mistake now. One he wouldn’t do again, he needed you safe, he couldn’t– wouldn’t lose you.

Watching his body language carefully was a skill that had become critical in recent years. His mood showed through the way he presented himself instead of words now.

“So the aquarium today?” He asked, sliding a plate in front of you eggs and bacon displayed in a smiley face. You chuckled at the silliness of it despite everything he still manages to make you smile so in return your smile beamed at him as you looked up. “Objecting on the first day? You wound me” You joked a gasp following your words for dramatic effect. Your knife slicing through the perfectly cooked breakfast with ease; if there was one thing that leon could make, it was a really good breakfast. “No no! It's just an interesting one, I don’t think I’ve been to one in years” He defended, his body moving around the space of your home comfortably as he cleaned up after himself. “Hey, I thought one cooks and the other clean–” You objected to his activity, quickly eating the meal without choking to help him out. Only to be laughed at, his finger pointing to the clock on the wall “That rule applies to someone that didn’t sleep in and will take a while to get ready” 

“I do not!” You called back at him walking out of the room to get ready for the day. 

It didn’t take long to get ready even with Leons complaints. Leon insisted that he drove despite your protests and proclaims of his terrible driving. His jeep was comfortable at least, having his hands behind the wheel felt like he was in control for once. Your safety was his current priority whilst you sang your heart out next to him. The tickets were slightly overpriced in his opinion but then it had been a while since he had done an outing like this. “Could have bought my own seahorse with money” he mumbled under his breath as he swiped the card to pay, of course he had to treat you to this. “Maybe we can steal you one instead” You laughed. 

Leon struggled to think of a time he had been able to spend with anyone that wasn’t in a life or death situation; either on the field or by a mountain of paperwork in his opinion. He wasn’t arguing though, his pet seahorse could wait if you were going to look at him like that. He followed you like a lost puppy, your face practically glowing with excitement the closer you got. 

“Where do you want to start?” You asked him, looking at the information center attempting to memorize all the zones you could explore trying to figure out the route of the day. “Aren’t the rooms filled with the same thing?” He asked you, laughing slightly at your frown as you turned to face him. “Well yeah, but maybe there’s a certain way to view them all better?” You muttered, referring to the many other forms of information, piles of brochures in your hands as you flicked through them. Your head starts to cloud in the thoughts to ensure the day is perfect for him to look back on. 

The effort you were giving with just the route was enough to slowly melt his heart. His hand reached out for yours to tug you away from the crowd of families that were walking one way. “Let’s go away from the crowd then we can enjoy the silence together” He prompted, smiling at you softly as he tugged on your arm once again. You looked at the numerous people and then looked back at him. Your frown slowly turned into a grin again, nodding as you began to lead him. Your hand still sat snugly in his. 

There were only so many fish that Leon could honestly look at before he got bored and they all started to look the same. Maybe it was the fact he was outside trying to fit in with normal life again after so many years of living in a repeated bubble of work and you. He was trying to think of the right things to say, normal conversation topics despite having a plethora of conversation topics with you. He dissociated even though he attempted to read what you were looking at, his face offering you a fake toothy grin as you pointed at your favourite fish in the tank. 

You were so excited, buzzing with this energy that made you feel easy to be around. Yet, he could feel the lingering effect of the nightmare he faced, his eyes scanning for every exit in the room you would enter. Trying to think of the perfect path to get you out safely. 

“Hey, are you good?” You asked him finally after noticing his distracted state. Your hand landing on his bicep with a comforting squeeze and an attempt not to gawk at the firmness of it. Leon looked down at you, seeing how your face was adorned with the pity smile he's been accustomed to for years now. A frequent one that you displayed. “I’m good” He muttered, nodding his head in a bobbing motion as if that helped his case. You could see it, the truth, the hidden sadness he attempted to hide behind words displayed clear as day in the blues of his eyes. Rather than ask him to bring up what’s distracting him in such a public place you offered to change the topic. Your hand once again in his as you began to lead him away towards the next room. “I think you’ll like the next room. It’s always my favorite”

Manta rays swirled around the room in calming laps, small fish weaving in between them. The blue of the water fills the room with a calming tone. You both stood next to each other in silence, watching the fish swirl around in patterns, your hands close to touching. Close enough that if you twitched a finger it would brush against his. You admired his features in the blue light. The one harsher features now softened as the silence calmed the two of you, his eyes bright with wonder and amazement as he watched the soft swirls of the bubbles as the fish danced. For a second he looked like the hopeful kid again, dreaming of the future as he still had hope and wonder for it. “Do you like it?” You asked him. Leon smiled, a softer one than he normally adorned “I can see why it’s your favourite, it’s so pretty in here” 

The silence that surrounded the two of you was comfortable, enough for you to lean against his arm. Leon’s fingers twitched finding yours before they wrapped around your hands in a silent confirmation that you were there. 

It wasn’t until he saw the crowd filtering in through the reflection of the glass that he began to grow nervous again. The exits are no longer visible or easily accessible should things go wrong. You felt as his body jolted, his hand tightening around yours as the excited screams of children filled the room. Their hands pounding and swiping against the glass as they looked at the fish. His eyes screwed shut, his breathing slowly becoming uneven as he tried to focus on anything but the noise. The thudding sounded too familiar to the undead banging throughout the station.

It only seemed to grow louder the longer you stayed. With his eyes screwed shut he didn’t notice your face appearing in front of him, couldn’t acknowledge concern that littered all over it. Leon’s thoughts spiraled, self pity filling him quickly as he grew aware that he was fucking up again; ruining the day for you just because he could handle the noise of a few children. He felt ashamed that he couldn’t handle the crowd of people that began to surround you both. Leon’s hand was tightly holding onto yours, the grip almost crushing as you tried to calm him down. 

You called his name, he heard it in the distance, mellowed out like you were in some dystopian world. Your heart broke as you felt him flinch, his eyes shooting open in a mad panic as you placed your earphones in his ears. The music instantly filters out the other sounds allowing him to focus on slowing his breathing again. You guided his hand to your chest, breathing deeply and then holding an exhale smiling slightly as you watched his chest begin to expand in the same manner. Your smile was comforting to him as he finally looked at you. 

Leon didn’t argue when you walked him out the door, his hand gripping yours tightly like a lifeline. You could feel him squeeze it harder as his palms grew sweaty causing his grip to slip as you walked faster. The sun beamed on his skin as you both finally made it outside, bypassing the numerous knick knacks in the gift shop you had requested to view earlier. You didn’t care not when he wasn’t okay, experiencing a panic attack despite his claims that he doesn’t have them. 

You watched as he took out the headphones, passing them back to you with guilt lacing his eyes. “I’m sorry” He whispered, his eyebrows pinched displaying his emotions for once to you. He hated how his shadow loomed over you, keeping you hidden from the sunlight – preventing you from growing into the perfect person he knew you would be without him. “Don’t be” 

You said it like a fact, like it was easy to say. There wasn’t anger in your features, there wasn’t any negativity crashing against him in an angry wave like he’s faced recently. You held no expectation from him. You didn’t want him to be anything other than himself. Even if that meant he came with the burdens he carried with him. “You were enjoying your time but the kids– they sounded like–” he stuttered whilst his hands clenched at his sides, his hair falling over his eyes as he looked down in shame. “Leon, you don’t have to explain with me. It’s fine. There will be plenty of other times to steal your seahorse” You joked, smiling at the chuckle he gave off. His shoulders no longer shake because of his fears but instead waves of laughter. 

“Come on, you can drive the death trap. I need the rest anyway for our hike tomorrow” You laughed, chucking the keys from your back at him. “It’s not a death trap” He sighed as he opened the door for you, smiling at the sound of laughter. “It is when you are driving” 

Day 3

Leon watched in amusement as your face slowly formed into horror as you looked at the size of the mountain you had planned to scale. The peak was barely visible even as you craned your neck at an awkward angle to see it from under the windshield. It was hard for him to not look over you as you wore the most basic yet cutest outfit to climb in, though to ignore his request at changing your footwear. Offering him a complaint about how he doesn’t trust the strength of your ankles. “Why did I pick this one?” You sighed as you both got out of the car. Despite the ending of yesterday Leon was filled with hope that today would be better. 

His sleep was still plagued with nightmares. The echoed sound of footsteps woke him up in a fright, the duvet half spilling off the side of the bed as he scrambled out of it to scan for danger. He was however met with a sleepy version of you stumbling to the bathroom clumsily and half asleep. He didn’t fall asleep after that, instead laying in bed listening for the soft close of your door and the traffic outside.  

“You picked it not me, I had no say. Not even in the shoe choice apparently” He laughed, pulling gently on your ponytail as he walked past you. Stepping onto the threshold of the nature reserve. “Yeah well these shoes have never failed me before” You sighed looking down at the trainers you decided to wear. This was definitely the better choice of activity for him, you watched him stroll next to you relaxed. It was cute that he made sure to match your pace, clearly having enough stamina to be able to run up the hill whilst you took it easy. There was no urgency to rush this, no one was chasing him up this hill. No one was screaming his name in fear as he turned his back. It was just you and him. 

He made sure you both took regular breaks, his chest heaving slightly as the heat of the sun bore down on the both of you. His hoodie was stripped a while ago now, displaying his biceps whilst the clothing item is now hanging from the side of his bag. “I think we are just over half way” He spoke, glancing at the distance you travelled and how far you had left to go. It was an attempt to comfort you, a poor one at that. “Great. Are you still stuck on the promise of not carrying me up the hill?” You asked laying back against the rock you were perched on. His laugh caused you to smile and look at him from where he was leant against the tree. “Maybe on the way down” 

You slid off your backpack, letting it land next to you on the ground with a thud. “What are you doing?” Leon asked as you stood up, stretching out your legs briefly before turning to him. “It’s a great spot for some few photos” You admitted. Your hands already tugged the backpack off his shoulders and dumped it next to yours. Leon watched as you propped the phone up against a tree, a timer set and beeping as you ran back towards him. “Quick come here and pose” You instructed, wrapping an arm around his waist holding him close with a large smile plastered on your face. 

Leon attempted one of his own, the action not really feeling natural to him at first. Until you started to take more, running back and forth with less complaints than you had previously been doing up the trail. The infamous rabbit ears came out to play, the laughter you both shared was sure to be heard from anywhere. However, at this moment it was just the two of you. 

“Here hop on” Leon said as you set up the camera for one last photo. You turned to him hunched over, bracing himself for the impact of you on his back. You smiled widely at him, eyes full of excitement as you ran and jumped on. He gasped as he stumbled, his own belly laugh spilling out as caught himself. The photo was his favourite, you tell as he instantly begged you to send it to him despite leaving his phone at home still. It had never left its spot on the bedside table. “Come on, the next photoshoot location is at the top” He teased, sliding the backpack on his shoulders one more. He chuckled at your unenthusiastic groan, your feet scraping along the ground as you walked back to your bag. 

You smiled to yourself as Leon helped situated the pack properly on your back. Ensuring it was the right height and tightness to avoid any aches later on. His hands brushed against your sides causing you to shiver, your face flushed as you looked forward to being met with his chest previously unaware of how close you actually were to each other. “Uh– all good?” You croaked out, chuckling nervously as you watched his eyes roam your figure once more to ensure you were all good. He didn't do this back at the start, in fact he had sighed and complained as you spent a while adjusting the pack. Even going as far as to make a comment about you being a nagging mother when you pestered him about his. “Looks good to me yeah” he spoke quietly, smiling softly with a small pink tinge on his cheeks. Leon coughed once, stepping back on his heels before spinning dramatically to continue forward. 

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I should have been more considerate of the crowds” you spoke after a while, the top was closer now, your words breaking the comfortable silence you were both in. Leon didn't respond at first, his gaze landing on the scenery over the edge of the trail, following the vast shades of green as they plagued the valley. He was unsure on how to answer. It was touching that you were of such a pure heart to feel the need to apologize over something that wasn't your fault. He had every chance to change the activity, to offer something else as his first day diving into the real world again. “You don't have to be sorry,” he said, turning to look at you. He watched your feature twist into uncertainty, your mind clearly in a battle with yourself and guilt over the panic attack he experienced. 

“You've been through a lot with no real break, I should have thought about that. You just got back from that mission – warned by the government to take it easy. I ignored it in favor of a few memories” 

“Thinking about the manta rays and the silence yesterday comforted me last night” Leon stated bluntly. He wasn't lying, when laying awake in an attempt to fall back asleep he found himself thinking about the blue that surrounded them, the small moment of calmness he experienced as he watched the swirls of everything– as he watched you. He can still picture the cute smile you wore as you stared in wonder at all of it as you looked at the beauty in everything. The same way you looked at him in the carpark and when you said goodnight later on in the evening. You still had hope and wonder in the world, you weren't plagued by the horrors he has seen, by the corruption he's witnessed destroy an entire city. It was a reminder why he endured everything, why he kept going for you– it was always for you. 

“What do you mean?” You asked him, your shoes scuffing on the dirt beneath them as you paused watching his frame walk away until he noticed you stopped. “The nightmares are worse than before– because of my last mission but I thought of yesterday last night– it helped” 

“Nightmares? You can wake me Leon, I don't mind…I can sit with you or something” 

“I know but even I know you need your beauty sleep” he laughed. You rolled your eyes scoffing slightly at his comment. “Whatever” you whispered, shoving him slightly as you walked past. Not that it did anything but move his arm slightly, the mountain of muscle he had sculpted around his heart was a hard wall to defeat. “I’ll race you to the top” he teases, rushing past you in a light job. His blond hair bouncing with his movement, the smile that graced his features growing wider by the second. “Oh yeah because that's a fair challenge” you sighed as you chased after him. Not a care in the world as you both passed the public who began their descent. Your later start to the hike meant that as you reached the top you would be blessed with the setting sun, the hues of oranges and reds decorating the sky like a painting. 

It was a beautiful sight to behold as you finally breached the last climb. The clouds surround you in small wisps of white, not quite thick enough to prevent you from seeing the woodlands and valley. Leon smiled at you, a large toothy grin that he would have presented you with years ago. He finally felt free, like he was on top of everything by his own choice. Not told to scale a mountain to save a girl, there was no Bio weapon for him to fight at the top. It was just you and him. “No need to look so smug” you groaned when you finally reached the top, your lungs burning as you forced air into them. Leon snickered at your comment, his arms outstretched on top of his head as he caught his breath. You watched as his chest expanded with the movement, practically waving it in your face again causing your cheeks to flush and look away. 

You slumped on a rock next to him, leaning your head against his knee as you stared out over the clouds. His hand landed on your head, playing with the soft strands of your hair slightly. “That can’t be comfy,” Leon teased as he moved your head away slightly to sit down. Once you were both shoulder to shoulder – the awkwardness you once shared about his proximity now faded, he allowed your head to rest against his shoulder. Silence enveloped you once more but the lingering thoughts and unspoken words suffocated the two of you. Unable to navigate the landmines of your feelings that were beginning to pop up. 

You never really spent much time together anymore, his schedule always too busy for you. Your feelings were taken with him whenever he left you, yet everytime without fail he brought them back. It always felt like they grew when he did come home. That seeing his hardened features change every time he stood behind your door reminded you for how long you wanted it – waited for the chance to speak about it. Maybe in another universe he would never have slurred those drunken ideals about his relationship, never spilled the secrets of his brain that left you broken. You hope for a future with him briefly snuffed out. 

“What do you think life has in store for us?” You asked him, looking up at his face from where you were still resting on his shoulder. Leon again couldn’t answer you at first, his own desires in life either forgotten or abandoned over his choices no longer feeling like his own. This week was the first in 6 years that he was actually able to decide who to go to, where to hang out. Even if it was just as simple as this. Staring at the setting sun with his favourite person. “I’m not sure. Something good I hope” He replied, his arm wrapping around your shoulders tugged you closer to him. Shielding you from the cold that crept in the shadows as the sun disappeared over the horizon. 

“Do you think we will always be a part of each other's future?” You mumbled. “Always”

You had half a brain to not ask in what way. To not admit the feelings you have been craving to admit. You didn’t want to ruin the day with the inevitable rejection he would give. Instead you stood up holding your hand out to him to offer what strength you have to pull him up – like you always did. “Did you bring a hoodie?” Leon asked as he took off his pack to put his own on. “No I didn’t think it would be this cold” You admitted, jumping on the spot slightly to warm up your joints. “Here” 

His hoodie laid outstretched to you in his grip with a reassuring smile on his features. “Won’t you get a cold?” You asked him, sliding the fabric over your frame. It was an effort to not inhale the lingering scent of him. “The cold doesn’t bother me as much anymore, not after the last mission. I lost my favorite leather jacket right at the start” He mourned playfully. The two of you walked next to each other once more, your hands occasionally brushing against his. “The brown leather one? With the fur” 

“That’s the one” 

You sighed dramatically, pretending you weep over its loss with a smile. “That was the best one you owned,” You said. Leon nodded, chuckling at your reaction. “Well then I guess I gotta go shopping again. Good job I have my stylist here” He joked, nudging your shoulder. “It's a good job that we have a shopping day tomorrow” 

The car ride back was silent, the two of you too worn out to create any kind of conversation. His rock Cd’s filtered through the car lulling you to sleep briefly. Leon occasionally glanced at your form from where it was pressed against the window, your nose buried in the collar of his hoodie. You looked so soft – so tempting to claim and take for himself. His one good thing in this world. 

Day 4 

He was surprised to find that you were awake before him, the muffled yells of frustration catching his attention. Instead as the daylight cracked through the curtains he found no real rush to go and see what was happening, trusting that you were okay. Assuming that if something was really wrong you would have come and woken him up. Leon chose to take a brief moment to just lay there, listening to you fight with what he presumed was the Coffee machine and the low hum of the music you were playing. For the first time in four days he reached for his phone, ignoring the emails he had gotten from the reports he presented them with. Ignoring the texts from the few– one– coworker that cared about him. 

Leon was going to shop for a coffee machine, have it delivered by the end of the week for you so you wouldn’t have to fight with this one anymore. He knew you would argue if he asked you about it so he was going to do it on his own accord, getting ready to open the browser. He didn’t get that far though, not when your spam of messages caught his attention. It was all the photos you had taken yesterday. Leon smiled at the sight of the joy on your faces, smiling like you were both teenagers again. His favourite by far was the impromptu one with you on his back, your hair whipping around in a blur looking up at him with a smile whilst his beamed back. Neither of you were looking at the camera, you were only looking at each other. The coffee machine shopping was long forgotten about as he set the picture as his home and lockscreen before throwing the covers off to find you. 

“Morning” You chimed to him, a smile plastered on your face already as he walked through the door. The warmth that radiated off you was always amazing to him.  “Morning” He grumbled back, sliding into the breakfast bar like you did with him a few days ago. Unlike you though Leon didn’t wear the cute pink apron or have flour on every surface. “What on earth–” he questioned as he looked at the white footprints that started to blend together as you continued to move around the kitchen. “I tried to make pancake batter but the flour bag was stubborn, so it went everywhere” You snickered looking down at the mess you had made everywhere. “Seems I’m not as good at making breakfast as you are” 

Leon laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners as his head tilted back slightly. His own actions shocked him, it had been years since he laughed like this. “Well at least we both agree on something” He teased, looking down at the plate you slid across to him. Heart shaped pancakes topped with some chocolate chips and strawberry sauce. It was just so effortless for you. “Cute” 

You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting from him at the sight of the pancakes, hoping for anything but a negative one but his one word answer still made you giggle. The heat doing an olympic sprint to your face again as you watched him groan at the flavour, devouring them like you had starved him for the past few days. “I feel like the heart made me feel all the extra love” He admitted, looking up at you with his goofy smile. It was refreshing to see him relaxed now; even if it took you 4 days to reach this point. “If you count the mess I made and the screaming at the coffee machine for it to do its job then sure” You laughed, your body relaxing now he seemed to enjoy the food and the company. 

The idle chatter that filled the rest of the morning was perfect, making you both feel like there wasn’t anything wrong. No hidden feelings, no hidden secrets about the world's corruption – no it was just you and him. In the small apartment that felt like home. 

Leon sat on the bed once more, looking down at the small device in his hands going over the emails he had ignored. Replying to Hunnigan’s text chain of concern with a thumbs up emoji to at least let her know he was still alive. He knew there would be questions of where he ended up and how he chose to spend his time off. Your safety was too important for them to know you exist, their curiosity would put you in danger, even more so that the heartbroken and scared 21 year old self told you the events of that night. 

A knock at his door drew his attention away from his phone, he looked up to find you in the cutest dress, one of his older jackets draped over your frame. You were his perfect girl, proudly standing in front of him like a cute angel– a sweet for him to take. Yet, he didn't; instead he smiled and nodded at your pleas for him to hurry up, a light blush coating his cheeks as you checked him over in an attempt to be subtle, forgetting how perspective he was now. 

All Leon needed to do was reach out and grab your hand for you both to look like the perfect couple. Your arm brushed against his often, your proximity only growing closer as you both entered the busy mall. “You good?” You asked him quietly, your eyes shining with concern as you glanced at him. At first he was confused as to why you were even asking him until he looked up and remembered the crowds. The chatter of salesmen trying to get them to come over, the families running around trying to get every toy store was almost too much for him. Then you held his hand, gripped it with a gentle squeeze like it was natural for you to do so. Leon didn’t let go– not when you dragged him gently to follow you, guiding him through the crowds to the stores you wanted. Just like he would guide you through them if it turned bad. 

But it wouldn’t go bad, this was just a normal day and you were just being kind. He let you guide him into a small jewellery store, watching as you looked over the glass cages pointing at a few of the smaller pieces to try on. You presented him with your wrist, a simple silver bracelet decorated in small vines balanced around it. He helped you put it on, his rough fingertips from all the fighting brushing against your soft skin. If he pressed slightly harder he would feel your pulse, part of him wanted to know if it was going as quickly as his. If you were as nervous as he was as he fumbled with the tiny clasp. He was hyper aware of your attention, your soft delicate smile as you looked at him. 

He found his thoughts drifting to wonder what the rest of your skin would feel like under his touch. If your breath would falter when his lips grazed it in soft kisses. He yearned to see you, all of you – laid bare for him to admire and take. To be selfish to the world and keep you as the treasure you are.

Leon’s eyes softened as you admired the silver bangle, watching it as it glinted in the bright lights of the store. Something so simple pleased you, just like every magnet he gave you or the small amount of time you both got to spend together. 

“You guys are such a cute couple” 

The comment made him freeze, his hands nervously clenching at his sides as his eyes displayed his panic. Was he being that obvious? Could you see his feelings? Instead you ignored her comment, offering the salesman a smile and an awkward chuckle. He felt himself dissociate as he watched you buy the bracelet, the item still wrapped around your wrist. He couldn’t help the yearning pull he felt towards you, the way his hand itched to hold yours again, to feel the weight and warmth of it like it belonged there. 

You grinned at him, holding your hand out for him to take once more as you left as if you knew his nerves disappeared when you were close. 

“Do you have a store you want to go to?” You asked him as you both sat down a few hours later. Pools of shopping bags littered the area underneath your feet as you both waited for the burger you just ordered to arrive. Leon’s head was turned, looking out the window at all the people passing by before it turned again to look at all the people in the restaurant. Your soft smile made his heart falter again when he finally looked at you. “No– I’m all good,” He stuttered nervously. Leon could feel your knee against his, confused as to why he was suddenly hyper aware of your touch. 

“Are you sure? I feel like we have only looked at the stuff I wanted to” You spoke again, nudging his knee again as his attention drifted away. Leon smiled softly, nodding with his hair falling over his eyes briefly. “I’m sure, I have everything I need” 

Your eyes scanned over him, peering into the cracks that were slowly revealing themselves whenever he knew it or not. “Okay well once we have eaten we can leave, I know you wanted to watch that movie” You said. Leon hummed in agreement, already eyeing up the food that was now being placed in front of you both, trying to desperately think about anything else that wasn’t you. 

Day 5 

It seems to be a pattern now that he has one day free from nightmares and one that will plague him. Leave him defensive against the visions and blur of all the things that have happened to him. Ada, The station, Ashley, Krasuer, Luis…all plaguing the concerns of his dreams as a shout of his name – a taunting reminder that despite all the effort he put to make sure people are safe he failed. Time and time again. Except with you. 

Tonight, he watched them get you; take you away from him as punishment for spilling his secrets. The ones he swore to never tell. He watched them hurt you and Sherry, the only two people he still had a promise to keep safe, one that surpassed his own duties. He heard your screams, your yells for him to come and help you. The corridor he ran down was familiar, the marble flooring splashing with blood as the thunder crackled around you both. He had been here before you hadn’t. It felt like the corridor kept getting longer, his feet not fast enough to help you. Your name was a war cry from his lips, his throat hoarse and dry the more he screamed it. He pleaded with whatever curel god had bestowed this upon him to stop. Your cries were devastating, pleading and begging for him to get there faster – not saying anything else except his name. 

You had heard his yell, the harshness and fear of it causing you to jolt out of sleep. You didn’t even bother to wait to see if it stopped, not with how raw and painful it was. Instead you sprinted, the door crashing against the wall loudly probably not helping whatever nightmare he was stuck in. You found him sitting up shaking with his head in his hands. Leon flinched at the sound of your footsteps, flinched again as the thunder crashed throughout the room. “Leon?” You spoke firmly once you hit the edge of the bed.

It broke you to see his curled form, the shoulders that heaved with every sob. Your hand landed on his arm, soothing a path to his shoulder as you began to bring him into a hug. It didn’t matter you could feel his shirt damp with sweat or his tears falling onto your own as he crushed you. “Are you okay?” he whimpered, his red rimmed eyes looking you over scanning you for the blood he saw in his dreams. For the bites that littered your skin, the slashes from numerous other horrid creatures he experienced. “I’m okay” 

You smiled softly at him, holding him gently against you as his breathing evened out. He was meant to protect you, meant to keep you safe – even in his dreams he failed. 

“Leon look, I’m fine” You said, cupping his face gently to lift his head. Your smile was cute and touching, a breath of fresh air for him. He nodded, unable to find the words to say as his grip remained tight. In perhaps a poor lapse of judgment you leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you in years. It felt right and natural the way his lips crashed against yours – whilst they remained unmoving at first you felt his grip tighten on you. Holding you impossibly closer to him. Leon didn’t let you pull away once he was out of his trance, his brain working quickly to make up for the lack of reaction in a hungry and messy kiss. 

His actions spoke louder than words as he softened, whimpered at the taste of you as he gained access inside. His trust was being placed in you as you crawled into his lap; your fingers entwining in the soft strands of hair that fell on the nap of his neck. It was hard not to notice the growing bulge that was between the two of you as it began to throb and twitch beneath you. Leon’s hands fell to your hips gripping them tightly as you subconsciously began to rock against him. He damn near purred at the petting, at the long strokes you gave him lovingly like he was a feral cat. 

Perhaps he was this untamable creature that lived through his own desire to live during missions – was now purring in the lap of his long lost owner. The one that has always had his heart. The woman in red that seemed to be a recurring character in his life now forgotten about as his tongue swirled with yours in a desperate fight of dominance. To feel this, to feel you grinding against him like no tomorrow he would happily submit as long as you never stopped. The pleasure causing his dream to fade away, forgotten about as you made your presence known to him. 

He didn't think that all this was a distraction for him to get lulled back to sleep. Maybe you weren’t as hungry for him as he was for you, maybe you were crossing a line that you didn’t know about. His attachment and claim only grew stronger as he kissed down your neck, biting the flesh softly then licking the marks to soothe the pain he caused. “Leon–” You whimpered, your head thrown back allowing him more skin to taste– to explore. 

He laid you down beneath him, his erections pointed prominently at you as he kissed your lips again. The mixed saliva becomes an irresistible gloss coating your lips. Your eyes were wild as they looked up at him holding a different story to the smile your lips presented him with. “What are we doing here?” He whispered, his leg now inbetween yours. He could feel the heat of your cunt against the thin fabric of his sweats. “Whatever you want” You responded, leaving the balls in his court. After all you would have caved years ago all to feel the burn of his love as he thrusts inside you. “I want you–” 

Fuck – your grin was tempting, he could feel all his restraint leave as your hips ground on his thigh. Breathless whimpers turning into deep moans as pleasure coursed through you, as you used him for your own pleasure. The sight was beautiful, in some weird poetic way it made him feel useful in a way that wasn’t for destruction or to fix other people's mistakes. His will for control slipping if you were going to use him like this, beg for a release only he could give you. So he clenched his thigh, the hard muscle adding pressure to the movements, your face however contorting in something that looked like frustration despite the pressure that was slowly building with the coil inside you tightening. 

“What's wrong Angel?” he whispered against the shell of your ear. The warmth of it causes goosebumps to rise along your skin. “Let me help you” 

“Too many clothes– Leon I can’t– I want” 

He silenced you with a kiss, biting the lip softly whilst his hands fiddled with the hemline of your top; only breaking the kiss as he removed the fabric. He was thankful for the nightmare at this point, he didn’t have to fiddle with the clasp of a bra since you don’t sleep with one. Your tits now laid bare for him to play and worship. His tongue circled the bud tightly, flicking it every so often whilst he smiled at the hitch of your breath. The low stimulation was driving you insane, your fingers lacing in the blonde strands tugging him close to you, practically feeding your breast to his eager and awaiting mouth. 

Leon greedily sucked and licked against your tits, playing with the other one in soft gentle squeezes whilst smirking at the way you heaved them further into him. Your hips continued their grind, your cunt begging for attention as you dry humped his leg like a horny dog. His cock now painfully hard as he thought about your waiting warmth, thoughts running over the idea of finally sinking himself in you. You whined as he pulled away, the stimulation fading fast as he retreated on his haunches. “How did I deserve you?” He praised, his eyes racking over your form, his hands once again hesitant to touch your skin as the fear and guilt of his past crept in. Unable to let him go for just a second to allow him to take a good thing, to have something he sorely needed. To have you in the way he needed. A partner. A home. 

As his person. 

“Because you are good and you do good” You spoke softly, holding his hand gently as you looked up at him. “I don’t-” 

“You do” 

In his hesitation you took over, your fingers dancing along the blond happy trail that disappeared underneath the hem of his sweats. His cock already leaking large amounts of pre cum eagerly for you to play with. You watched his cock spring out of his boxers and sweats as you exposed it in one go, the tip already blushing under your gaze. Your fingers traced his balls, following the puffy vein that ran along the underside of him before curving to the mushroomed tip. Even his cock was pretty. 

Leon’s gaze fell on the bracelet you bought yesterday as it bounced along your wrist. The slow pump of his cock growing faster as his fluids loosened your movements. His body swayed with the coursing pleasure, his hands falling to your shoulders to steady himself against your fast pumps. His whines were the perfect tune, breathless and deep against the shell of your ear as he leaned over, struggling against your on-slaught of pleasure. You watched as he began to spill more pre-cum over your hands, the translucent substance looking pretty against your skin. He deserved this, all the pleasure you were willingly giving him. “Fuck- angel I’m too close…stop – please” He begged, pulling your hand away from his throbbing cock. 

Leon pushed you back, making quick work to display your cunt to him in all its glistening glory. It was tempting to taste, to devour like his last meal but perhaps another time. He groaned as he felt your arousal. The slick coating his fingers as he explored your folds, briefly swirling his thumb against your puffy clit that was begging for attention. He worked his way around your body, made sure to learn every sound that left your lips and how to make them again. Leon sunk himself inside you, the stretch of his girth painful for a second before you got distracted by him latching on your tits again. 

His finger tweaked the other nipple as he began to thrust, sucking against your breast greedily once more. The thunder was forgotten about as it continued to crash throughout the night, as was the rest of the nightmare as he lost himself in you. Holding onto the task of giving you pleasure in a desperate attempt to ground himself. You moaned at every drag of his cock, feeling him pull out to the tip before slamming back inside. The raw feeling of your bodies connecting caused you to pull him close. 

Leons hand lifted your leg above his hip, allowing him to grind deeper inside you. His balls tightened as his speed increased, mind filled with nothing but cumming inside you. To let you feel his love as deep as he could get it. You tried to tug his head back to your breast as he moved away but he rejected the offer and he now placed his hands on the back of your thighs as he pressed them down into you. You gasped at his depth, as the brush of his cock head against your cervix. His heavy balls slapped against your ass as he worked harder for your orgasm.

He watched your silent cry, he felt your walls clench around him, the gush of your orgasm as it leaked out. With a fiery desire he finally drove himself to a finish, his cock filling your gushing cunt with him, his love in the most physical form he could. 

Your legs ached as he released them, lowering them to sit around his waist as his cock still sat snuggly inside you. There wasn’t a need for words, for admissions of love and feelings as you both crossed the barriers of friends. Instead Leon kissed you, a simple but firm press. No longer fueled by the hungry desire of the connection with you. You felt him move to lay next to you, his head resting against your shoulder as you held onto him. He needed this, needed the safety of you underneath him as he protected you in sleep. The monsters in his haunted dreams would have to get him before they got you. 

The idea didn’t seem so scary anymore, not when your fingers lightly scraped against his scalp, nails scratching just enough it eased the tension in his brows. Leon’s cock was still nestled inside you softening as you laid together, not wanting to lose the connection you were both currently holding together. It wasn’t long until you felt his soft snores against your chest, his muscles losing their tension as he slipped into a deep sleep. A good one for once. 

He wasn’t there when morning came, his cum now dried against the skin of your thighs. You couldn’t hear the broken coffee machine willing itself to life anymore, you couldn’t smell the breakfast he would have treated you to. No, the house was silent, empty without him. The only sign of him being there was his phone on the table and the wrinkles in the sheets besides you. As you entered the bathroom you saw the lingering sign of him being here, a swipe against the condensation of the mirror, toothpaste dried on the sink. 

Why did everything feel empty all of a sudden? His disappearance reminds you that this was the last full day with him, your rule now broken as you dumped a decision of feelings on him. Guilt ate away at you, the sounds of his panicked screams from his nightmare still haunting you whilst you chose to jump at the opportunity to distract him in a physical form of admitting your feelings. You just didn’t want him to feel like you were using him in his vulnerable state. The shower stream was hot as it pelted your back, you watched the water run down your body washing away everything, washing away him. Maybe he was just running an errand for you, ran out of eggs or something. He will come back, he left things here, he won't leave you. Not yet. 

You felt numb as you waited, your mind filled with the feeling of him, of his mouth exploring your body. Of his silent demands of devotion he was making to you with every thrust he made. You ached for him more than before, it was cruel to wake up empty when he made you feel so full. 

It was hours until he returned, his car pulling back in the drive with the crunch of the gravel. Leon could get used to the feeling of you colliding with him everytime he returned, your body fitting against his perfectly as you hugged him. “Where did you go?” You asked, pulling away to look up at him. The coffee machine was heavy as he moved it out of the way, awkwardly stretching to place it on the table next to you both. “To get some presents and plan the last day…I lost the itinerary�� He chuckled. You followed his gaze to the new machine, the box in perfect condition. “You didn’t have to–” 

“Trust me, I did. I was going to cry if I had to hear the other attempt to make coffee again. You deserve it for being so good to me. Even when–” 

“It’s okay, thank you leon” You cut him off, placing a peck on his lips – only for him to pull you closer, deepening the simple peck into something more. “What’s my surprise?” You asked, laying your head against his chest to hear his fluttering heart. Leon never replied, only instructed you to find some shoes and pulled you out to the car. 

The car ride was silent, his hand switching from the gear stick to your thigh, no longer shy with his touches as he thought about last night. Hoping to verbally claim you like he had done physically last night. It was by luck you didn’t glance back into the boot of the car. Blankets and pillows laid on it for when you both arrived at the view point. The orange hues now pale as they started to creep in with dawn approaching quickly. Part of him felt guilty for leaving you alone like that, the bed cold and empty beside you after you had spent a night helping him not feel alone anymore. He laughed at the confusion on your face as he reversed into the space. “Come on” 

You followed him out of the car and to the boot, he opened it to display the set up he had been working on. Perfect for sunset watching. “Who knew you were the romantic kind?” You teased, holding his hand as you turned to him. “Do you like it? I’m sorry I left you today, I wanted it to be a surprise…I wanted to make up for everything” He admitted. You both climbed in the boot, your back resting against his chest as he held onto you tightly. These were the moments you dreamed of with the first jeep. Wishing he would drive you to places like this when he would return from the city. 

“I used to dream of this, us together” You said, glancing up at him. The sun brightened his features, his eyes gaining the shine they once lost with newfound hope for his own future. The fears he once had still lingered yet they weren’t worth losing this. The connection and warmth he gained with you in his arms. For years he found himself yearning for you, for this. Wondering what the picket fence dream would look like if he finally gained it with you. It was his time to gain something, someone. Someone to love and hold, protect from everything he did.

“Me too, I was just too stupid to jump for it” 

“I wouldn’t say stupid, maybe you just needed to fall a little and trust I could catch you” 

“You did” 

Somehow the worry of him leaving tomorrow didn’t matter anymore. Not when he was tied to your soul and heath, with promising touches and lingering kisses he had left behind to keep you longing for more. To keep you excited for more. 

“I think I’ve always loved you like this, Leon” You admitted. Leon smiled against the crown of your head, holding you close to him as he admitted back, “I think I always will love you like this angel” 

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Fan service

Pornstar!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Sex Toys, Grinding, Overstimulation, Pornography, Filming, Oral (using toy), Doggy Style, Rough sex, Dom!Leon, Praise kink, Degradation kink, Implied Sex Addiction, porn with little plot, Summary: It's only fair he treats his no.1 fan...

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This is stuff I wanted to include in the first part but made a pt2 instead. Can be read as a stand alone! Part 1 here thank you @shymoob for proof reading and @swordtosleeve for being my image finder ILY both

Taglist: @senawashere

You should have expected that the exchange of numbers wasn’t just pleasantries. No it was a string to attach you to his beck and call. To sedate the problem that you now caused to arise again. His apartment was a regular place for you to stay, equipped with a spot for your shoes at the door now, a cup awaiting for you on the counter with steam arising from it. However, today you weren’t at his abode…no he was here. Sitting with his cock in hand working it slowly as you mixed in ingredients together to make the mould– the one for his cock.

You couldn’t wipe away the giddy smile that adorned your features since he approached you with this idea. The simple dinner and fuck you had planned was now turning into yet another video idea for him. When he had originally approached you with the idea of watching you masturbate to his video, one that you have watched repeatedly since he posted it, you were quick to rush to the bedroom proudly showing off dildo you kept in your drawer. Asking if it was satisfactory for what he wanted. Leon had to admit that he was pretty impressed with the size of it, what it lacked in length it gained in girth.

He was surprised you were even as tight as you were since you were using that thing regularly. Yet, he had a surprise of his own…only one that his biggest fan could ever get.

The box and its instructions were simple, as was holding his cock, slowly working his tip with his thumb watching you saunter around the apartment in the lace bodysuit you claimed to have bought for him. At least you got his favourite colour – navy blue. The alginate of the mould felt weird when he slid it over his cock the substance was both cold and soothing as the mould began to form.

He looked up at you once he was comfortably buried and smiled at the sight of you eagerly sitting waiting for your present like the good girl you were. “This seems like the one thing you can be patient for” He chuckled, watching the subtle clench of your thighs as you slowly became needy. “Do I get to keep it?” You asked him, your eyes slowly drawing away from the branded tube to his blue eyes, partially hidden by his blonde strands. “If you are a good girl”

Bratty girls did better on his site, watching him manhandle them in a way they could squirm from his punishing thrusts that seemed to get the most clicks. However, with you, his perfect girl, he didn’t seem to mind that you would submit to every command he gave. You always ended up punishing yourself by asking for more, begging for him to go deeper. Dribbling like a cock drunk freak as he gave you wave after wave of pleasure until your legs couldn’t stop shaking and your vision went black.

You were his perfect fleshlight, Viagra and cheap silicone no more, not with your tight ass pussy.

Leon couldn't wait to bury his length inside your warmth and enjoy the contrast of temperatures. His cock twitched the more he thought about it, with how eager you were the last time he couldn't wait to see what he could do with you this time. The camera set up on the headboard ready to film down at the mess he would make you, his beloved no.1 fan. He is glad to have met you, the resolution to his embarrassing problem and now his money maker.

“You are meant to keep it still until it fully sets” you giggled, watching as the container moved with each thump of his cock. Leon grumbled under his breath, his eyes flicking towards you with an amused smirk. “You being dressed like that and squirming on the spot doesn’t help it stop twitching”

“I need it as accurate as possible so stop moving” you instructed with a slight pout on your face. Leon scoffed at your complaint, almost tempted to force his cock to twitch again. However if he wanted to keep you happy and subjectable to his inner desires he needed to behave. To tease you just enough that you spread yourself willingly for him.

So instead he let his head fall back over the edge of the chair, looking at the bland ceiling with an exaggerated sigh. “How long do we have to wait?” he groaned like an impatient toddler. In his defence his own neediness grew the more he thought about you to harden his length. The cold silicone is not cooperating in his task. “It should be done soon”. He smiled at your chuckle as he groaned again. Any second now he would be free from this frozen trap.

Leon flinched as your hands encased his own, helping him slide out. You smiled at the hole he made, the shapes and ridges you knew were now imprinted waiting for you to feel every time you used it. “Satisfied?” He asked, sitting up in the chair again to watch you. Leon watched the swish of your hair as you nodded, thinking about all the times you would flick it over your shoulder to kiss him as you grinded on his length.

“Very”

You missed his smirk as you turned your back, carefulling mixing the silicone before pouring it in the mould. Slamming it on the desktop to ensure there were no bubbles. There was only one chance to do this – it needed to be perfect with no fuck ups.

“Now we wait” You said as you turned to face him again, watching the slow teasing circles he was doing against his slit. “Don’t you want to wait for the video?” You whispered, swaying your hips slighly as you sauntered over to him. “I know you’ll get me worked up again in no time, you always know how to do it best” He replied, his hands gripping your hips as you stood in between his legs. Your hands laid on his shoulders, staring down at him with lust filled eyes but instead of climbing on him and rapidly riding him like you would normally do, you cupped his face. Smirking at the stubble as it pricked your skin, the small tinges of pain were worth it as you brought him closer to your lips.

The kiss was softer than he was used to from you, your teeth didn’t clash against his as you desperately kissed him. Instead they were feather-like, he could barely feel the imprint of them until you removed them. A light pink dusted Leon's cheeks as he followed you, not wanting to break the kiss. He tugged you closer, needing you to breathe, to release the pressure that throbbed through his cock.

You swung your legs over his lap, the lace being the only thing preventing you both from touching. Leon ran his fingers along the hem of the bodysuit, the pads of them touching your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. “As pretty as this is please…I need to be inside” He groaned, thrusting his cock between your legs watching the tip appear between your thighs. The precum made the pretty lace shine as it mixed with arousal that slowly dripped. You shook your head, instead rolling your hips softly against the length. Long teasing strokes that had him gripping the flesh of your ass to encourage you to move again.

“Not yet” you muttered against his lips. Leon kissed you hard once again trying to fight off the urge to moan at your movements not wanting to look any more pathetically needy than he already did with his weeping cock. You rocked your hips again, thighs clenching with the movements as you drew more fluid out from him. His grip tightened, once silent now leaking hiss’ and whimpers from his mouth. “Fuck baby…slow down”

“I thought you would be fine before the video” You teased, increasing your pace and silencing his comeback with another needy kiss. He could feel your slick against his cock, the lace turning scratchy as the fibres soaked most of it up. The feeling was too much, his balls tightening preparing to shoot his load against his stomach. Until the timer beeped and your phone vibrated harshly against the wooden desk.

He bit his lip as you pulled back and walked to the desk, his chest breathing deeply as he willed his orgasm to go away. At least they could get right to filming, no longer in need for foreplay. Leon watched you demould the dildo, revealing it bit by bit as you peeled it away. Maybe he should have picked a different colour other than the pale pink but it didn’t really matter you seemed to like it. Inspecting it like you were quality control, going over every detail he had on his cock. Leon caught you occasionally glancing over at his weaping mess almost like you were comparing it. “Is it good?” He asked, walking over to you.

You leaned back into his touch, feeling his length slide back between your thighs as he examined the product himself. It was accurate and he had chosen a softer silicone making it that much more realistic as it would glide in and out of your warmth. “It’s perfect”

You both moved to the bed like giddy teenagers, getting ready to solve the dripping need that spread throughout your body. As Leon pressed record and made sure the angle was okay, you slid the dildo between your lips, your tongue circling it like you would have done on him. “Someone's eager”

Leon removed the dildo from your mouth, smirking at the line of dribble that followed it from your lips. He guided you in front of a laptop, the screen with a familiar thumbnail, one that was now engraved in your memory. The dildo stood tall in front of the screen, the ridges and veins of his cock highlighted by your saliva. Leon's view was your ass and oozing cunt, spread eagerly for his cock to slide right in but he was too hard for that, too ready to spill himself inside your walls. So instead he inserted two fingers, scissoring your cunt before curling them against that spongey spot inside you. His fingers were thick, they always were. Moved quickly and precisely leaving you with little choice but to become a whimpering mess.

“Press play, I hope you like my gift…why don't you use it?” He teased, pushing your head towards the pale pink object. Your lips squished against the tip as your fingers pressed the spacebar. The familiar sounds of your moans filled the room, crackling out from the crappy laptop audio. Leon increased the speed at which he curled his fingers, his thumb finding your twitching clit quickly before making work of that. His aim was to make you cum, to drench your hole so he could slide in with ease. Filling you with his warmth.

You continued to watch his movements on the video, the way your body squirmed away from his touch. Drunken slurs of you begging and pleading for more filling the room. The title was in bold, the shy freak staring back at you. You had still yet to thank your friend for dragging you out that night, forcing you to the bar where you then met him.

Once a shy freak now turned into the perfect fleshlight for Leon to play with. Your drool slid down the cock, pooling out from the sides of your mouth in a graphic scene. You looked like a mess, your eyes already hazing over as he forced you to choke on it continuously. “Fucking…look at you” Leon groaned as his cock slapped against your ass, Pre-cum now watery and desperate as it spilled over your skin like lotion.

He waited, smirking at your tightness as you suffocated his fingers dragging them further inside you with every flutter. “Such a perverted mess watching us like this. I knew you could put that mouth to good use”

Leon had been eager to see your oral skills since the cherry trick, proudly showing off the tied stem like a reward for his attention. Your whine was loud but muffled as you finally orgasmed around his fingers, your clit twitching with overstimulation as he continued his assault through your release. He didn't stop there though, his finger slid out from you, your arousal dripping down his wrist as he brought the digits to his mouth. The skin already pruning as they met his tongue, the sweet taste of you filling his senses allowing him to let out a deep groan.

He smirked as you squirmed, waving your ass in the air as your mouth stayed silent – a beg for him to fill you. You smiled around the cock, eyes shutting briefly as his tip prodded at your entrance. “No eyes open and watching or you don't get it” he said whilst pushing your head further down the dildo earning a choked groan from you. He continued to bob your head with a fistful of your hair, your tits bouncing as he slowly thrusted inside you. If he had half a Brain in this moment he would have moved the camera, angled it better to see the way your cunt suffocated his cock. However, the deeper he got the more drunk he got off you. Swears left his lips like a chant, insults and praises giving you the whiplash you needed to cum again.

He couldn't hold himself back as you did so, your wall gripping him so tight he had no other choice but to bury himself to the point your cervix was getting abused. Grinding his load deep into your cunt as he shoved your head down further. “Fuck–so good” he whimpered as he pulled you away. Leaving the pink dildo with a fresh shine after its first use. Leon wrapped his hand around your already sore throat, bringing you back into his chest as he kissed you roughly.

His cock now slid out and sat back snug between your thighs as his cum dripped over it. He reached for the camera, your tired body following his movements as he filmed the view up close. Your messy face and puffy lips being the start all the way down to your overused pussy, his fingers spreading your equally puffy cunt to display his load leaking out. Once the recording stopped he retreated into his aftercare, laying you on the bed gently before going to get a rag. The items were set aside, your sensitive pussy now cleaned as you laid in his arms.

“What are you titling this one?” You asked him quietly, the sleepy mumble causing him to smile slightly before bringing you closer. “How about ‘who needs a fleshlight when I can use my no.1 cocksleeve’?”

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Just can't help myself

Incel Roommate!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Non-Consensual Sex, Pervy Leon, Panty Stealing, Masturbation, Edging, Incel Leon,Thigh Job, Virgin Leon

Summary: Tainted desires get the best of him

Being roommates with Leon was like living with a ghost, his presence haunted the apartment but you rarely saw any trace of him. The smell of his aftershave lingering in hallways as he moved around or the bathroom mirror fogged up with steam from the shower was sometimes the only signs that he was even home. It was nice having someone that respected your space, allowed you to decorate the home as you pleased with no arguments or care about what it looked like. “A cushion is a cushion” he would say. 

You didn't have to fight over the TV remote or consider what he wanted to eat. On the rare few occasions you saw him or he opted to spend time with you he was kind, funny and entertaining. Telling you stories over his adventures, always making sure to sugar coat them to hide the true horrors he has faced. He was a part of the government that much you knew, something to do with the field judging by the heavy boots he left at the door as well as the duffle bag in the hallway closet. Claiming he was leaving it there in case he needed to leave quickly. 

It was easy for him to forget about you whilst he was away, seeing you at home in nothing but an oversized T-shirt and sweatpants the majority of the time. It rarely gave him something to think about during his absence. That was until one night he caught you getting a late-night snack. Your silhouette outlined by the tank top you wore along with the pretty pink thong you were sporting. 

He just couldn't help himself then, the image of you smiling at him greeting him in what should have been an awkward encounter buried into his mind that night. You offered him the perfect few of your ass, your thighs, your tits covered only by the thin material without complaint. The sight was all he needed to get a boner, his cock thumbing against his boxer prison, finding himself thankful for the low lighting and limited visibility so you couldn't see it as you walked past. Your shampoo and perfume leaving a trail for him to follow back to your closed room. 

He wouldn't do that though – no. Leon was a nice guy, not like the other men that would have followed you into your room and taken what you were clearly offering him. Instead he went to his room, his hand clenching around his now pulsing cock and starting a painstakingly slow rub. Playing with the tip as he lost himself in thought. His eyes staring at the dark ceiling above him, thinking about the soft curve of your thigh, the way the light bounced off the shape of your ass. His other hand gripped the sheet tightly, the soft fabric spilling between his fingers like he thought your ass would. You must be trying to tease him into craving you. After all, who walks around dressed like that? It’s not like you didn’t know that he was home – you knew the risk of him seeing you like that. 

It only got worse for him after that night. He suspected that because he didn’t react to visibility of your clothing you became more comfortable, sporting oversized tees and a thong. He’s probably seen every colour you have to offer at this point, the white ones being his favourite. All it would take is some proximity and flirty words and they would become see through with your arousal. It worked with all the other women he had seen in the porn videos, his plump lips would only need to graze the side of your neck and you would be on your knees for him. Right?  

Maybe that's why he acted on a simple thought, he was being kind after all doing your laundry as you were swamped at work. It was a reward, that little white thong. When he found it whilst separating the laundry into piles. The lace was soft against his fingertips as he traced the floral designs. It looked so delicate and innocent up close, a small little bow at the front. Completely untainted despite the lingering smell of you, it was instinct to pocket them as he finished loading up the washing machine. 

To then escape back into his room and admire them further there, his cock thumping as he held them out by the waistline. Trying to imagine that first night he saw them on you, how soft it made you look. You wouldn’t notice any marks surely, the fabric was white…his spend was translucent most days. His balls began to feel heavy, his fingers gripping the fabric as he itched for release. You were out, there was no risk for this. Your shift today was long and the day had barely started, it was the perfect time to do this. 

Leon sheepishly moved to his headboard, placing the underwear on the pillow as he settled himself, hissing once his weeping tip was exposed to the air. He was unsure on how to use them, on what would feel the best as he rubbed himself against them. So he opted to follow along the seam, the stitching feeling harsh as it dragged between his sensitive tip, his pre cum smearing against the pretty flowers. The whimper he gave off was embarrassing as the softer part of the lace finally pressed against the red tip. Leon repeated the motion, watching as the redness of his tip began to appear the more fluid he provided. 

He thought of you wearing them about how perfectly they exposed the soft flesh of your ass. How the lace accentuated your hips and drew attention to the pussy as you walked passed him. He craved to know what your cunt would feel like or what it would feel like to be inside anyone at this point. Would you be nice and tight like the porn videos describe in their dirty talk? 

He needed to have your warmth clench and encase him just like his fist was doing right now. His hand moved to grip the fabric around his cock now moving it slowly, whining at the added heat from the friction. Leon watched as the white fabric became a blur along the shaft of his cock, his movements now faster as he felt the incoming promise of his release. His cock twitched at the thought of tainting the innocent underwear that you would wear again, unknowingly of what he did. 

The thought of seeing you in them again was enough for the vein to pulse in his grip, his cock standing stiff and tall as the cum shot from it. It was by far the messiest he had been, no porn had made him feel like this, made him produce this much. He used the last few dry parts of the panties to mop up his mess before adding it back to the wash pile. He finished his act of kindness, watching as you sighed in relief at the sight of it neatly folded in the laundry room. 

He smiled at your relieved face watching as you slowly began to trust him…maybe even want him further. He could tell how comfortable you were becoming with him. That must be why you came into his personal space and left a kiss on his cheek before bidding him a goodnight. You then wouldn’t have come out in a shirt and underwear moments later to wash up in the bathroom if you didn’t want him to look. 

It had been a few days since he started doing smaller things around the house in favour of pleasing you. Often finding his hand wrapped around his cock with the underwear you wore that day thinking about how he could pleasure you further. Spent his time watching porn videos to educate himself further so he was prepared for when that day would finally come. 

Maybe it was foolish of him to not think it would come so soon. 

It was late in the evening, the warm glow of the lamps you insisted replaced the blinding white ceiling light filtering out from the living room as he walked past. The lighting change grew on him eventually, soon following the rule you put in place blindly despite his original protests. However, after one peak through the doorway he faltered, his foot thumping on the carpeted floor as he observed you. Your ass perked up slightly as you laid on the sofa, the book you were reading now a mess on the floor from where you had clearly dropped it. 

You must have been really tired to pass out like this, the long hours at work you complained about finally catching up to you. You didn’t wake at the sound of his approach, didn’t complain as he eased your head to the side. You stirred slightly though, your hips moving in a slow grind as you found a comfortable spot. He watched your ass bounce slightly at the movement. The white underwear he had used the first time decorating your hips once more. 

Leon observed further, listening to the slowed breathing that left your lips waiting for you to stir awake. He found himself growing harder, his cock now tenting in his sweatpants, producing an embarrassing amount of pre-cum to stain through the fabric. His fingers itched for exploration, to finally feel the intimate areas of your skin that you constantly showed him. Willingly.

You wouldn’t mind if he squeezed your ass surely? Felt the flesh spill between his fingers for just a second. Maybe if he squeezed it hard enough his grip would imprint a mark on your skin. He was gentle at first, feeling the softness of the skin before sighing as he used it like a stress toy. His mind ran wild with thoughts of you on his lap, kissing up every inch of skin as he kneaded it.

Leon whimpered as his sensitive tip rubbed against his sweats, jerking about the more he thought about you, about what he could do with you. He freed himself from the boxers, playing with the sensitive tip absentmindedly as he looked over you further. His clothing becomes a pile on the floor at his feet. Leon didn’t even think about his next moves, acting on pure desire and his own will for pleasure as he hovered over you. His knees trapping yours together, his cock leaking against the back of your thighs. Leon waited…watching for movement, for rejection. 

Your silence was a confirmation for him as he slowly dragged his tip between the gap of your legs. Imagining the small gap was your tight pussy. Your skin was so soft against him, welcoming him in the soft warmth your thighs produced the more he smeared himself along them. His hand gripped the headrest of the sofa as he pushed his cock between them, watching it run between the length of your thighs. His puffy veins angry as his cock prepared for his early release.

Leon groaned as his tip brushed against the thong that ran through your ass cheeks, the change in texture making his brain go fuzz. He wanted to grip your hips, drive you back in your sleep to meet his needy thrusts. To manhandle you in the positions he had seen, but that you break your trust and drive you away from him. You’d hide this view from him, leaving the past times a memory. You’d go back to doing your own laundry if you found out, if you heard what he did. 

Leon gripped his own mouth, silencing his sounds as he grew closer. The taste of his own blood filling his mouth as he bit his lip harder. He didn’t have to wait long as he felt his cock twitch once more before his cum shot up your thighs decorating them with him. It glistened against your skin, standing out in thick ropes. 

On shaking legs he stood again, digging through the pile of fabric on the floor for his phone. He snapped a few photos and one video zooming in at the mess he had made for later use not knowing when he would get the chance to do this again. He debated on cleaning it up but after an inner argument with himself he grabbed his boxers, wiping the fabric over your skin mopping up the load. As much as he wanted to leave it he was worried that the smell of his release would cause you to grow suspicious. 

He dumped the clothes in the laundry basket, his semi hard cock swinging as he walked back to his room. Smiling to himself as he swiped through the photos wondering when you would eventually give him the chance to bury his aching cock inside your pussy. Not an ouch of guilt coursed through him as he worked himself hard again, whimpering at the thought of how soft you were against his skin. Not a care in the world at how sensitive he slowly became or how much more needy he became to claiming you. After all…you wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t want him. He was a nice guy that just couldn’t help himself.

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Together

Vendetta!Leon X AFAB!Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Angst, Drinking, Nightmares, Hurt/comfort, Friends - Lovers, Near death experiences, PTSD, Depression, Alcoholism, Unprotected Sex, Needy Sex, Missionary,

Summary: The beauty of change is acceptance it will always happen. Leon's a man of many secrets but after one to many close calls he finally breaks needing you to help hold him together.

Words: 4k

Thank you @shymoob for beta reading again ily, also sorry in advance I just needed him to have a big cry....

Salvation. That's what he heard over and over again in Spain. Whispers in his head as he felt the parasite spread throughout his body, infecting each one of his nerves. It was a promise he would be eager to take now. Salvation from his sins. From the lives he couldn't protect, for the people he couldn't save. All of them now forever linger in the creeping darkness of his bedroom; the moonlight that filtered through his blinds wasn't enough to keep them away. It felt wrong to pray for something good as if he should even be given that option when he feels like all he has done was wrong. Mistakes that could have been prevented, saved people that didn’t have to die for him. 

Leadership was something he always rejected, the responsibility of everyone's lives felt too much. Maybe that's why when it was one of the few times he was in charge, an entire squad of eager people behind him – died. It wasn’t his fault, there were forces out of his control but that just felt like an excuse now. He’s been through too much, repeated a situation twice, fought off literal nightmares that should have stayed as sketches in a horror movie storyboard. 

Shouldn’t he have learnt by now? To expect things to go wrong, prepare for them. 

You didn’t deserve this, this man he had turned into. It was never what you expected him to grow into when you were younger. In college where you bunked together after a bad day; spending the night holding each other as you stared up at the ceiling wondering what the future had to hold. Pinky promises to always be there for each other no matter what. 

Life wasn’t that kind however. He knew that now, it was never going to be kind to him. He was a fool for thinking it would be. Even more of a fool that he now stood at your front door. 

The rain drenched him, his dark hair sticking to his face. His body ached, his chest covered in bruises from things he couldn’t lie about anymore. The secrets that he kept from you for years were threatened to spill out tonight, perhaps that's why he showed up here. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to protect you from this backpack of trauma that he shouldered everyday. It would just be another thing he was going to fail. 

It was late, he intended on going to a bar finishing the rest of his vacation deep in the bottle like he started before it was interrupted. His knuckle was curled hovering in front of the wooden door that separated him from you. From your embrace and kind words, the distraction he had pushed away for so many weeks in favour of a crappy resort with alcohol.  The distraction he should have leaned for in the first place. He couldn’t help it, pushing you away. He didn’t want to stain you with the blood on his hand. 

He knocked. Just once. His hand hidden in his pocket quickly, hiding the scrapes that decorated his fingertips. 

You wouldn’t answer, normal people were asleep at this time. People who weren’t plagued by nightmares like he was. Maybe he could sit here instead, looking out at the plants you decorated the porch with as he waited until a more reasonable time. The rocking chair in the corner looked cosy enough to sit there for a while. 

He didn’t get a chance to make up his mind, not when you opened the door. A gasp leaving your lips as you looked at him. “Bar fight?” You asked, your warm fingers examining his face, touching the cold skin of his cheek. He flinched slightly, the bruise that still lingered was tender to the touch. “You should see the other guy,” He joked. He was always good at that, getting a laugh out of you whilst using his humour to hide the turmoil inside.

You guided him inside, held his hand tightly like he was going to suddenly decide to leave. It had been months since you had seen him. The last point of contact was a blunt text about being out of town, nothing unusual in terms of news but it was the bluntness of the text that had planted a seed of worry that spread throughout your brain. You trusted him and knew his work was intense. 

He had never been the same since he left for Raccoon City to start at the RPD, returning to you a few nights later with a hollow look in his eyes and some crappy excuse as to why he returned. You knew something was wrong then, with how he was now flinching at the sound of the weather, at the sound of dogs barking or if you walked too loudly throughout your apartment his head would shoot up with alarm. The day that he returned was the same one that he shut you out, kept you away from everything that went on inside in an effort to hide the fact he had changed. That he wasn’t the Leon you knew before. 

“Do you need anything for the bruises? Or have you already treated them?” You asked him, ready to grab the first aid kit if he needed it. You watched as he gave you a delayed response, a small shake to the head. He sank onto the sofa, the cushions swallowing his form in comfort. With his blank expression it was clear his mind was elsewhere, stuck in some far away world that you didn’t know if you could pull him out of. 

You sat next to him, laying your hand on his gently. It was only then being this close you could see the struggle he had in his eyes, the inside fight he was going through. “Leon, we aren’t kids anymore. You can talk to me” You whispered. His hand was stiff as you held it, your fingers ran along the back of it in soothing circles, going over the new scrapes and playing with the older scars that littered them. Each one holding a story you knew nothing about. 

“I– want to but I can't,” He whispered, his eyes never leaving your hands. Leon flinched at the sound of your sigh, your gentle frustration. He knew that with some more prodding he would have caved this time, and spilled everything he has kept inside for years in some babbled mess. You never pried for information, instead you smiled softly at him guiding his face back to yours. 

It hurt him to feel all this pain, it came crashing against him wave after wave. Suffocating him in a tight grip that it was always too much, nothing worked as well as alcohol to numb it even for a short while. However tonight, this was the longest he had been sober, his hands shaking with the need to fill them with a glass of something but instead they held onto yours. Tightly. 

His eyes were so sad, like a puppy that had been scolded for doing something wrong. “I understand, would you like to shower and stay the night instead? I think I have some shirts and sweatpants I stole from you” You offered, your weight now leaving the spot besides him to stand and hold out your hand. A lifeline, a slither of hope. At least that’s what it was for him. Leon smiled slightly before nodding and following you. He watched as you rummaged through your wardrobe, holding out the clothes and a towel. “You didn’t just steal my clothes but also my favorite ones” 

“Can’t help it when they are comfy” 

He had showered before he came a quick one so that he didn’t smell of sweat and blood like he did when he sat on the helicopter. However, being surrounded by the smell of your shampoo and bodywash sounded perfect right now. As he welcomed the warmth of the shower spray, Leon found himself thinking of Arais’ reasoning. 

Let the world burn for what it did to mine. 

In some twisted way he understood the man – not enough to destroy the world himself, his moral compass was too strong to resort to that. But instead following along with the thought of what if something happened to you? He knew he would then struggle to know what to do with himself. He really won the jackpot with you, everything he did was to ensure you never saw the horrors he did. To not be reminded of their gruesome features when you sleep, you deserve to live in the warmth of this house. A safe place you had created not only for yourself but for him as well. 

You have always been there to cheer him up and help him, whenever it was offer a place to sleep when the boys at the orphanage he shared a room with were mean one night, sneaking him through your bedroom window just to hold each other, or during college when you would be on the sidelines encouraging him to beat his best time as he ran around the track. 

You were the cheerleader he needed, the sunshine in his cold, dark world. 

The clothes you had given him were slightly looser on his body, most of his muscle he had gained in his 20s now shredded by his poor upkeep. Most of his fulfilling meals came from you, the pasta dishes were always his favourite. 

When he approached the living room he spotted you pulling out the sofa for him, struggling to keep the fitted sheet on the corners as you adjusted the next one. It was amusing to watch, it always was. The blue flowers that decorated the linen were always a perfect mixture of the two of you. He used to grimace at the sight of the feminine bed sheets but today he didn’t seem to care. Not when he smelt your wash powder as you shook them out. 

“There, do you need anything else?” You asked him, your arm touching his forearm guiding his attention away from the bed back to you. He still wore the sad look, his face now pink from the hot water. Few of the dark strands still fell over his eyes, but he looked somewhat refreshed and that was enough for you. Leon muttered a small thank you before shaking his head. His hands awkwardly at his side waiting for the hug you alway gave him before bed when he would come to visit. It was all about the little things with you. 

You felt him cave when your arms wrapped around him, his body sagging against yours, his arms trapping you close in an attempt to hold you into him. “Are you sure you are okay?” you whispered into his shoulder, squeezing his form tightly like you were attempting to pour your love into him that way. He didn’t respond. His silence was enough of an answer anyway. 

With yet another soft smile you pulled away, cupping his face. You watched as he pressed the cheek further into your hand, subconsciously chasing your touch after rejecting it for so long. “Goodnight” He whispered, pressing his lips against your soft skin with a timid smile. 

“Goodnight leon” 

He watched your frame walk away towards the bedroom, listening for that soft close of the door watching the light that slowly leaked out across the hallway floor disappear, leaving him now again in the darkness. The sheets were comforting at least when he slipped in them. He would stomach the springs and divots in the sofa to be surrounded by the scent of you. The pillow was always too soft for him, his head sinking down far too much for his liking but as exhaustion crept in he didn't care. His eyes shut slowly, succumbing to the darkness and for the first time in years doing it sober. 

The whimpering is what you heard first, quiet and muffled through the door of your bedroom. You knew what it was, who it was coming from. You were quick to get up, wrapping your robe around yourself as you quickly ran to see him. The lamp that flickered on awoke him from his dream, half of his body hanging over the edge of the sofa, his hand touching the soft rug. You watched as his eyes widened in realisation before he shot up scooting away from the edge before curling into himself. Leon brought his knees to his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around them. It broke you to see him like this, to watch the broken man that tried so hard to hide it from you despite the tears that ran down his eyes. 

You didn’t call out to him, only walked in front of him. Your hands a firm touch on his knees as you brought his attention back to you. “Oh leon…” You whispered as bought him close to you, cradling him into your chest as he cried. Finally cried. After so many years of holding it together. He seeked your comfort like an injured child would to a mother. Claimed your body as his source of comfort whilst he wept. His tears weren’t silent, no matter how much he tried for them to not be. The sobs that left his lips were sure to be heard from outside the house. 

You didn’t ask him to explain or lift him away from you to wipe the tears away. Instead you held him closer like you were trying to squeeze them out of him. Drain him out of any bad emotion so you could refill him with your love instead. His sobs soon turned into small hiccups, his shoulders shaking off the final stray whimpers. You had questions, they lingered in the air and rightfully so. It wasn’t everyday that someone you loved, someone who was always so strong like Leon, broke down like this. 

He could feel the shake of your chest with every inhale you did, the shiver in your breath as it exhaled over your neck. He shouldn’t have come, he should have gone to the bar and drank himself to sleep there. The shakes didn’t stop, it was getting hard to breathe now. It wasn’t just the numerous near death experiences he encountered last night, it was all the ones before that. All the times he failed and almost failed to return back to you whole. Unchanged.

He felt you tug at him, pulling him away from the sofa silently. Leon flinched as you turned off the lamp, your hand tightening around his in response as you led him down the hallway into the softness of your bedroom. The door trapping the darkness away. 

Leon stood in the center of your room, watching with small sniffles leaving his lips as you turned on the fairy lights around your bed frame. The warmth glows off them, illuminating the room enough that you could still sleep. You pulled back the bedsheets for him, an invitation for him to join you. It was familiar the feeling as he tucked himself in, one arm under the pillow the other laid on top of the duvet just a hairline away from you. Leon looked into your eyes, he was sure he was blotchy with leftover tears. The skin becomes red and blotching following the tracks they left behind. 

Yet, despite all of the sadness that radiated off him, the warning sign that he was too much for you to handle. That he was too broken to be healed, he found himself leaning in towards you. Laying close where your pillows met, the crease being the only thing separating the two of you. 

It was only a few breaths of silence before you leaned in, tasting the dried tears on his lips in a soft kiss. He didn’t register it at first, thinking it was just some pretty after dream he often got after the nightmares. He still chased it when you broke away, whimpering slightly as you moved back. You didn’t realise how much he needed this…needed you after all these years. 

Your fingers laced with the strands of hair that ghosted the nape of his neck, trapping him in a kiss again. Your lips desperate and needy as you fought for each other. His hand pulled you closer, his body dominating yours as he pushed you into the mattress. “We don’t have to do thi-” 

“Please”

Leon’s beg was pitiful, he should be pushing you away not drawing you in closer so your smell suffocated him. He didn’t deserve the softness of your fingers as you pulled his shirt above his head displaying the fresh bruises that littered across his torso. “I’m an agent” He spoke between kisses against your neck. It was hardly the time to talk about this but he needed to, needed to get it out into the air as you pulled him closer. Let him into your heart as if he wasn’t already trapped in it. 

“I have been for years, since I came back from Raccoon city…I was forced to do this” 

It was hard to concentrate on his words as his fingers ghosted over the nipples through your tank top. Tweaking the small buds as his lips ghosted the words on your skin. Your breath hitched as he finally pulled the top above your tits, exposing them to the cold air of the bedroom. “I survived that night” He said as he kissed along your collarbone creating a trail towards your breasts. “I survived spain, rescued the president's daughter” 

Another kiss on your nipple, you tugged him closer, suffocating him with the soft skin of your chest. Your smell calmed him as he worked his tongue around your nipple, circling the bud with insane precision. You whimpered when he pulled away again, your grip keeping him close as you guided him to the other breast. “I tried to save people, to stop them from dying” 

Your heart broke at each confession, at each secret he revealed of his hidden life. The one that you would have supported him on, helped him work through his moments. “I’m proud of you” You spoke softly, lifting his head, trying not to whimper at the sight of his messy face. “You shouldn’t be, people have died on my watch…I get people killed” 

“Am I dead?” 

Leon looked at you, his eyebrows pinching in thought as his chest rubbed against yours. Your cores are needy for each other, waiting patiently for the pleasure that they seeked. “No,” he whispered. With a smile you bought him into a kiss, your hips grinding against his in a needy motion to feel his twitching cock. “Then I trust you to keep me safe. Just don’t keep me in the darkness anymore please…” You whispered against his lips.

It was only then his hips met your grind, pressing them against your clothed pussy pinning them to the bed. You watched him bite his lip to stifle a groan, his pupils growing darker as lust replaced the sadness. “I’m a bad man” He whispered. 

Your fingers pushed against the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, exposing your weeping sex to him. “Not from where I’m looking” 

Leon’s head dipped, clearly having a mental battle with himself before finally deciding to give in. To cross this line and let you inside again, it was only fair after all. He treated you like you were the only drug worth living for, an addiction he would never recover from. His cock slapped against his stomach as he finally exposed it. The tip eagerly beads pre-cum which he uses to work his sensitive cock. Each pump produces more for you in a steady supply. 

You gasped when you felt him notch himself at your entrance, his cock twitching against your hole spreading his pre along your folds. Leon brought you into a passionate kiss as he finally sunk himself into you, your warmth welcoming him like the hug he had always needed. The type he has never been selfish enough to take from you. His shadow loomed over you as he began to thrust. A low grinding motion, almost like he wasn’t ready enough to pull away. 

You had no idea how long he needed this, the release from hiding everything, the safe space to do so. Deep down he always knew it had to be you, the one he would grind himself deeper and deeper in such a vulnerable state. He thanked the heavens he was sober, so he could remember exactly how your walls felt as you hugged his cock, dragged him in further. Your grip so tight against his shoulders that you made your own marks along his back. 

As if he pulled out anymore of his dick you would change your mind and push him away. He almost cried when your legs wrapped around his waist trapping him there, pinning his hips closer to your own. His name became a chant as it felt from your lips in deep groans. 

The pain was welcomed compared to the aches in his joints that he still felt, pure desire willing him to take you like this. “You are so perfect” he whispered against your neck as his thrusts picked up, chasing the pleasure you were pleading him to give to you. “Please– leon” You whimpered as you arched yourself closer to him. Leon grunted in your ear, his heart beating wildly as he poured everything into you, thrusting his entire soul into your pleasure like it was the only thing worthwhile for him to do. 

You were his everything. The only thing he needed, you felt it with every twitch he gave you. His mouth sucking against the skin as he whimpered at the feeling of you. Sweat dampened his body as he finally chased the high. “I love you” You whined, pulling his head away from your neck as you finally kissed him. Tears pooled in his eyes at your words, his head nodding in agreement. 

Leon shifted his thighs underneath your ass, pressing you further into the mattress every thrust. In a pleading whine you finally orgasmed around his cock. The feeling was perfect, rejuvenating the energy he needed for his own finish. He needed you to feel the same warmth he felt inside, the same love that you offered him so gracefully. He loved you, he will always love you. He needed you to know that despite him changing, growing into a colder man, his love for you was the only thing that stopped him from freezing over entirely. 

As he unravelled himself inside you, fucking his seed deep into your warmth with a whine. He entrusted that your grip would keep together, that your hold on him would slowly close the wounds that had bled for too long. As they had become infected and leaked over his soul in an angry attempt to kill his spirit. 

Your chest greeted each other with each breath you took, unspoken words and confessions still lingering in the air, but in this moment he didn’t care. Not when you looked back at him with so much love. “I love you more” He finally whispered before pulling away to hold you to him like a weighted blanket. 

The silence that filled the room was comforting as you both came down from your high, your minds working too much for sleep to take you in its graces. “I almost died yesterday…flung so far I broke through a glass barrier and hung on the verge of life and death. I knew it was going to happen someday…but I wasn’t ready. Not when I hadn’t told you that I loved you” Leon admitted. It was scary to listen to these words, your heart skipping a beat at the confession of his near death. Realising that this was the moment that made him panic earlier, his body hanging off the sofa in a similar fashion you assumed. 

“Then don’t waste anymore time, I’m right here.” 

Instead of panicking, just like you always did, you offered him a space to talk. An opportunity to finally go through everything he has, to listen to every heart breaking moment he shouldered alone. In hopes that together, you could help him move on and finally begin the process of healing.

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can i have a steamy public sex with leon like maybe a gym communal bathroom makeout fic pls ☝️🤓

I'll do you one better because I had this in my mind anyway....

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, SMUT, Public Sex, Masturbation, Facials, Shower sex, Degradation kink, Light Praise Kink, Little to no Plot,

Sorry it's short...bigger things soon once I have a free moment

If Leon was going to punish you like this everyday then what's the point in being his good girl. His hair was disheveled, his hands gripping at the tiles of the shower as the steam fell around him. Your skin was pruning at this point, your fingertips sticking to the wet skin of your thighs where they laid. You watched him, the post work out evident in the tightness of his muscles, the veins in his arms and hands prominent as he worked his cock in front of you.

You weren't to touch...only look. After all to him it was your fault he couldn't finished the last rep that he had planned to do, your squats had caught too much attention from others. The legging he had asked you to not wear cupped your ass perfectly and caught the attention he knew it would.

"Leon please...let me help" you begged, his glistening tip looked too tempting. His saltiness being washed away by the water before you got a taste. Water flicked from his blond strands as he shook his head, his grunts muffled as he bit his arm.

Of course he couldn't wait until you got home, instead he dragged you into the men's shower room his erection prominent in the grey sweats he wore today. His mind filled only with the thought of shutting you up with cock in your mouth.

However, the plans quickly changed when he watched you smile as you knealt before him. Your mouth open eagerly awaiting his length.

"I told you to be quiet" he whispered harshly, his body pressing you further into the cubicle as the locker room door swung open. You bit you lip to mute the whine that threatened to leave, your core throbbing between your legs needy and demanding your attention that he strictly forbid. Maybe you could inch your hand towards the inner thigh, pressing your pruned fingers against the puffy nerve.

"Don't even think about it" he grunted again, his eyes now open boring into you. Leon's pubiles were wide, darkened with lust at the sight of the water falling over you. Your lashes wet as they blinked innocently at him - your breasts perked and ready for attention.

You were being so perfect like this despite his words. His perfect little whore as you waited for his cum patiently, or so he thought. As his eyes shut once more, focusing on controlling his moans, yours drifted to the forbidden area. Working quickly to ease the ache and build the release you were desperate to have.

Leon could feel it building, his balls tightening as it grew closer. His hips began to subtly thrust into his hand which moved with ease along the veins of his cock thanks to the water. His mushroomed tip now producing a eager stream of pre cum for you. As he whimpered the only sign you got that he was close you opened your mouth, your tounge becoming the perfect landing pad for his load.

"You're such a fucking whore you had to wind me up like this...just wanted to be fucked where everyone can hear you"

His words added to the throbbing need, your lustful brain slowly becoming fuzzy as watched him. Your eyes darting all over the place as if you were trying to commit the moment to memory. For you to use it later as you shut your eyes and relieved the ache that he thought was being ignored.

"My workouts are important. I save the world with his body...and you're just so selfish you can't even handle a few hours without claiming it"

"Leon plea-"

You didn't even get to finish your beg for relief as it was slienced with his low moan and pulsing of his cock. The translucent streams falling over your face like he was splattering paint on a masterpiece. You looked beautiful like this, marked in the gym with the stickiness of his need.

Leon's chest heaved as he calmed himself down, his cock tapping against your lips with the last remaining drops.

He whimpered as you sucked against the sensitive tip, allowing the water to wash away the evidence of himself on your face whilst you cleaned him off. He groaned as he watch you grin, following your movements as your head lowered to your core where your fingers remained tucked away in-between the heat of your thighs.

Your heart dropped when you looked back up at him. His unamused look glaring back at you. With a nervous chuckle you stood, his body pressing yours into the cold tile earning a hiss and jolt from you.

"You better wash up quick" he threatened his cock already pulsing at the ideas about the night you were in for.