#leon kennedy x chris redfield

[nexysworld]

Love your writing so much! If your taking requests may I interest you in a Chris and Leon x reader but maybe the reader talks the boys into pleasuring eachother in front of her while she gets off on watching them? Totally understand if it's not your thing! 😊

Hi anon, thanks so much for this request. It most definitely is my thing! I have never written mxm before and this was fun to try. Hope you like it!! <3

Tagging @ghostkennedy because one of their recents stories helped inspire me to make this one come to fruition. So please go check them out too. <3

Play Nice with Everyone

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Pairing: Leon x Chris x Fem!Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, Threesome, MFM, male on male sexual touching, blowjobs, handjobs, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, tiddy fucking, dirty talk, age difference, masturebation taboo relationships??(chris and leon are reader's older brother's friends.) Not proof read.

“Are you two seriously arguing again already!? It hasn’t even been five minutes since the last time I broke it up.” You said exasperated. You couldn’t believe they were older than you sometimes, much less grown men who worked for the government, but damn if they weren’t good in bed — a well kept secret from your family, brother included. You’d been seeing a lot more of them lately since you moved in with your older brother, not having to sneak around since he traveled frequently. But it seemed the more you saw of the two, the less they got along, and the more annoying they became. 

“Sorry.” You heard collectively and rolled your eyes. 

“No you’re not, if you were you’d stop.”

“Well we do stop.” Chris said.

“Yeah we just don’t stay stopped.” Leon added. 

“Well you need to stay stopped. I’m over it.”

“Don’t be that way, Princess.” Leon wrapped his arms around you from behind. “You know how we are.”

“Yeah I do, annoying. And why are you here anyway? Ethan isn’t around.”

“You know we came to see you.” Leon didn’t move from his hold on you, out of your peripheral you could see Chris’ face flash to an emotion you couldn’t quite parse. 

“If that’s what the two of you are after, then too bad. You’ve annoyed the horniness right out of me.”

“I think we both know that’s not tr—“ Leon was cut off by Chris pulling him off of you. 

“Give the girl some space Leon.” He said firmly. 

“More like you just want to be in her space instead.” Leon quipped back. 

And the two of them were back to arguing again.You brought your fingers to your temples and rubbed them softly feeling a headache beginning to form. This was getting downright ridiculous. A thought bubbled up in your mind and you turned to face the two men, stepping between them. You put a hand on each of their chests. 

“This stops right now. You both are going to learn to play nice together if you want my attention.” 

“But —“

“But nothing! You two are going to behave and you’re going to learn to do it my way.”

“Well, what did you have in mind?” Chris asked, looking more invested in your outburst of frustration than Leon did. 

“You’ll see.” You said coyly, walking both men to the living room, before sitting on the couch. “Strip. Both of you strip.”

“I like where this is going.” Leon said with a cocky smile, you didn’t acknowledge the comment, instead opting to run your eyes over them as they undressed. Chris tossed his clothes off casually — Leon unsurprisingly took the opportunity to put on a show, teasing his abs as he worked his t-shirt up slowly inch by inch before pulling it up over his head. Then he did the same with his belt and pants. Once unzipped, he palmed himself through his underwear, already hard and letting out a small sigh of relief before tugging everything down all the way. 

You had eyed Chris and noticed he’d been paying attention as well, cock in hand, not stroking enough for pleasure but enough to keep himself erect. If he liked the show then your plan would work more smoothly than you thought. 

Leon worked his own cock in his palm giving you an eager look. “Alright Princess—“ You cut him off as he took a step forward wagging your finger.

“Nuh uh. I told you, the two of you are going to play nice if you want my attention. Back it up Leon.” 

Intrigued he took a step back before the two men looked at each other and then back to you. “Here’s how this is going to work.” You leaned back on the couch, running two fingers up your thigh until you met the hem of your shorts, pausing before walking the fingers up to the button and undoing it. “You two aren’t going to get any attention from me, until you take care of each other. The more you behave and participate, the more clothes I take off. If you get me naked, then you both can have your way with me. Understood?” “You can’t be serious?” Chris asked disappointed. 

“Dead. Serious. You two have kissed and touched each other before when we’ve been together.” “That’s different!” Leon insisted. “That’s a heat of the moment kind of thing when we’re both balls deep in you not…..you know….” “I mean I won’t force you if you’re uncomfortable, and you’re always allowed the safe word no matter what.” You assured. “But to be honest, I think I’d find it kind of hot too.” The last sentence caught their attention again. To emphasize your point, you unzipped your shorts, wiggling your hand into them to rub softly against your clit through your panties. “Fuck that would definitely be hot, watching the two of you go at it.” A little moan escaped your mouth – the look on their face as both their jaws dropping was priceless. 

Leon’s eyes were locked onto your hand and the way you wiggled in pleasure against the couch, he swallowed a thick lump in his throat. “Fine.” He said with agreement, turning to Chris. “You heard the lady, gonna have to be a team here. You up for it?” “‘Course I am.” Chris said.

They froze a brief moment of nervousness before Leon took the initiative, stepping forward and yanking Chris down into a passionate kiss. The other man looked frazzled for just a moment before returning it with equal fervor – and it was in fact, hot. 

You had already got yourself going with your hand, but the sight in front of you made an uncomfortably strong heat pang downwards between your legs, a wet spot forming in your panties. ‘God fuck, they haven’t even done anything besides kiss yet.’ You thought to yourself with a whine you tried to muffle. If they heard it, they certainly didn’t show it, focusing on each other. You watched as Chris brought his hand down to Leon’s already leaking cock, rubbing the precum into his palm before stroking him with a steady even pace. In return, the slightly shorter man let out an exaggerated moan, turning his head to look at you. “Enjoying the show, Princess?”

Nodding, you nearly forgot the deal you made. Now beyond horny and acutely aware of the uncomfortable stickiness in your panties, you remove the first piece of clothing –  your shorts. While your undies were still left on, and soaked, it was far more comfortable now without the second layer. 

Pleased that they earned their first prize, they returned to each other sharing one more kiss before making their way backwards. Chris gently shoved Leon until he fell backwards onto the other end of the couch before diving down to pepper his toned chest with more kisses, trailing his tongue up to Leon’s collarbone before sucking a bruise into the skin. 

You squirmed in place, bringing a hand up to your own chest at the same spot, internally jealous that you weren’t the one getting marked up like that. Watching was turning out to be a lot harder than expected. 

Chris’ next move was to run his tongue down slowly, like he was savoring each divet of skin between Leon’s sculpted form as he made his way down. Further and further, stopping to suck another bruise into his hip, causing Leon to jolt with a slight whine. Chris gave the other man another few good pumps of his hand before he leaned forward to take his flushed pink cock into his mouth. 

He hollowed his cheeks as he gave shallow bobs of his head, stopping every now and then to give an additional suck and swirl his tongue across the tip, lapping and catching any droplets of budding precum. 

Leon keened into the touch, gripping the couch, not having enough length to get a purchase on Chris’ hair. It was obvious even he was shocked by the boldness, but wasn’t complaining. “Fuck Redfield, you’re too fucking good at that.” He praised, letting his head roll back. “So fucking good, just like that.” You’d heard that whiny lilt to Leon’s voice before when you were the one between his legs, but hearing it while watching someone else do it – it was a site you’ll have committed to memory forever. 

That act earned them the next article of clothing – you yanked your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side. Only two items left, your sports bra and your underwear. You moved one hand back down between your legs, this time dipping your fingers under the band of your panties so you could make direct contact with your aching clit. A heady moan left your mouth at the relief from the contact, rubbing circles into it as you watched them continue. Your remaining hand made its way to the outside of the thin bra, teasing at your hardening nipples. You felt close already, not wanting to finish so soon, you slowed the movements of your hands to a lazier pace, relaxing into the gentle waves of heat throughout your body – eyes never leaving Chris or Leon. 

“Sh-shit…I’m close, hold on.” Leon managed to get out, gently pushing at Chris. “F-fuck don’t make me bust one yet, I still gotta –” 

Chris pulled away with a pop, just in time to prevent Leon from cumming, his cock flopping back and almost hitting the taught skin of his stomach. “Think it’s my turn now.” Chris said with a smirk, wiping his mouth with the side of his arm. “Yeah yeah… just let me catch my breath for a second. Think you almost sucked my soul out.” “I’ll take the compliment, hopefully you can be a good boy and return the favor.” Chris patted the top of Leon’s head before leaning back to give him breathing room. You swear you could see an embarrassed flush on Leon’s cheeks from the praise and pet name. 

Once their positions had swapped, he started nibbling and trailing bites all across Chris’ chest at a much faster pace, ever the more impatient of the two. Without warning, he darted his tongue out to lick at one of Chris’ hardening nipples, making the larger man buck up unintentionally. Catching the movement, Leon pulled away only for a second to spit into his palm, before resuming the work he was doing ensuring no part of Chris’ torso was safe from his mouth. 

With his spit-lubed hand, he grabbed both of their cocks, pumping them together. That finally earned them your bra. Fumbling with the front clasp you desperately tore if off, allowing your breasts to spill out, nipples hardening almost painfully with a mix of cool air and pleasure. Sitting up, you grabbed one of the couch pillows and stuffed it between your legs to grind against, so you could bring your hands up to your chest to massage and play with your own nipples. Desperately rutting against the pillow, again you were jealous that their much larger hands weren’t the ones cupping your breasts or playing between your legs. “Fuck Kennedy….when you twist your hand like that….shit….” Chris’s voice came out through pleasured pants, over the teasing of his chest, he wound his fingers through Leon’s blonde locks to coax him upwards to connect their mouths together in another passionate kiss while Leon continued to work both of them. The sight of the sloppy kiss along with your wildly bucking hips, you came, hard legs shaking against the pillow a loud noise a mix between a cry and moan left your mouth. They paused what they were doing to look over at you. “She really did get off on watching us.” Leon said, pulling back. “Well, I think we did put on a pretty good show. More than earned our reward, didn’t we?” You nodded, not being able to properly speak just yet.”Here, let us help.” Chris cooed, standing up once Leon was out of the way. He gently pushed you back so he could hook his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding the soaked fabric off of your legs before chucking them somewhere with all the other forgotten articles of clothing. “We get your full attention now, yeah?” Leon purred leaning forward to capture your lips with his mouth. You hungrily kissed him back, clinging to his hair, not wanting him to pull away. Between your legs you felt the head of Chris’ swollen cock running along your slit, and jolt of pleasure causing your legs to twitch each time it made it’s way over your clit. “Can’t wait to fuck you open baby.” He said, slowly pushing inside of you. The feeling of being full was just what you needed, back arching off the couch in pleasure. “Fuck your pussy is always so goddamn tight.” You were soaked already from your first orgasm, so he didn’t bother to start slow, fucking you at a rapid pace, holding your hips steady as he bullied himself deeper and deeper into your cunt with each thrust. The feeling was overwhelming as you clawed at Leon’s back for support. He chuckled and moved his mouth down your body with soft kisses, offsetting the rough pace of his friend. It was too sweet for your liking. “Lee please….bite me… mark me…god fuck…” A particularly hard thrust made your vision go fuzzy for a second. Luckily for you, he obliged your request, alternating between sweet kisses and harsh bites down your neck and as far down as he could go while Chris was fucking you. “Good girl.” Chris praised slowly down a little, rolling his hips into you. “Such a good girl. Sat so pretty watching us, teaching us a lesson while her own little pussy was whining and empty.”

“Fuck yeah she did, we’re gonna have to fill her up to thank her.” Leon moved his hand to your stomach, applying gentle pressure to the spot where the outline of Chris’ cock could be felt, intensifying the already stuffed feeling you had. His free hand moved down to rub at your nearly too-sensitive clit.

An incoherent stream of babbles left your mouth as your second orgasm rippled waves of heat throughout your body, legs shaking. Your silky walls tightened as Chris fucked you through it. “Fuck baby, gonna cum, gonna fill you up real good.” True to his words, not more than a few deep thrusts later and his cock twitched as he came, the familiar feeling of hot cum filling your insides. You looked up and Leon, glassy eyed and exhausted. His cock was still painfully hard and swollen. “It ok if I fuck your tits baby?”

You nodded eagerly, Chris helping to prop you up with a pillow at just the right angle so Leon could straddle you, cock lined up perfectly between your pillowy breasts. You reached forward to press them together to give him more friction while he rocked his hips. “Shit baby, even your tits feel so fucking good. Perfect little Princess with a perfect pussy and perfect tits.” You could feel Chris’ cum leaking out of you but it didn’t matter, watching the pleasure on Leon’s face as he finally got the release he deserved was enough to distract you from anything else. 

Chris wrapped an arm around the other man from behind so Leon could lean back into him, they shared a kiss before Chris reached forward to grab Leon’s cock in his hand. “Keep your tits like that sweetheart.” He commanded as he pumped Leon with his hand. “Such a good boy Kennedy, waiting your turn and everything.” He praised as he picked up the pace with his hand. Between the earlier blowjob and having to sideline while Chris fucked you,  it didn’t take long for Leon to finish either. You felt the warm liquid as it splattered all over your breasts and face, Chris continuing to pump him until his legs twitched from overstimulation and nothing else came out. Leon collapsed on the couch to recuperate, he turned and gave you a smile. “You always look the most beautiful like that baby, fucked out and covered in my cum.” You were too exhausted to say anything back and opted to close your eyes. “Hey I know you're tired but how about a bath first?” Chris asked softly. You shook your head defiantly with what little movement you were willing to give. “Well at least let me clean you up and move you to the bed ok?” “Do I have a choice?” “No.” They said in unison.  You sighed feeling the plush texture of a towel against your skin wiping away any bodily fluids. You would need a real shower later, but it would do for now so you could get on with the nap your body desperately wanted. Once cleaned, one of the two lifted you up and carried you to your room – you didn’t bother to open your eyes to figure out who.  “Are you two going to stop arguing from now on at least?” You probed between yawns.

“Yeah we will…” Chris said softly.

“We’ll try.” Leon corrected.

“Promise?”

“We promise.”

The second your head hit the pillow and your body was encased between them, you were out like a light – in the very back of your mind hoping they meant their promise this time.

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[sasha-sunset]

Don't worry kitten, Daddy's home 😈😈😈

(end me)

[imk1ra]

*Leon and Chris skipping stones on lake*

Leon: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Chris, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

[nightwingshero]

Just A Drink - Chris Redfield x Leon Kennedy

This is my gift for @a-thousand-lives-lost-for-peace for the My Bloody Valentine's Day Exchange! I hope you like it, it was my first time writing for this ship, but I loved exploring it!!! It was a pleasure creating for you!!!

Of course a shout out to @carlosoliveiraa for making this all happen, you're amazing and I always enjoy these when you do them!!!

“Vacation time again, huh?”

“You owe me a bottle at the very least, Redfield.”

The bar was just a hole in the wall in a random town that really only had two traffic lights. Somewhere out of the way, but not so far off from civilization. Not while they were both so damn busy and at beck and call for whatever disaster came next. It would happen eventually, like it always did, like they had talked about before. Chaos breaks out, they save the day, it gets covered up as needed—rinse and repeat. Neither of them wanted to dwell on that, not when they had just saved Rebecca’s life, only moments to spare before they had lost her forever. But what happened stayed in the past where it belonged, along with the rest of the skeletons and close calls.

It didn’t escape Leon, the irony of the situation, where it was Chris drinking in a bar with Leon seeking him out. The last time it had happened, Chris and Rebecca needed Leon’s help. But as Leon took a seat with Chris, it was clear that Leon didn’t share the same intentions that Chris had—he was content with indulging. He ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks as opposed to the beer his drinking buddy seemed fond of.

Chris chuckled lightly as he shrugged, inclining the neck of his bottle towards Leon’s short glass, a slight toast in silent promise between them. The smile was a bit short lived as the longer Chris stared at his bottle, the more his smile fell, losing the light and warmth it typically held. Leon noticed, of course there wasn’t much Leon didn’t notice in general, but his attention to detail seemed to heighten when around this guy—despite never wanting to really admit it. A few more moments of silence, a few more heartbeats, and Chris said something that fell under the noise of loud country music blaring from old, worn-out speakers. “You know…if you hadn’t showed up when you did, who knows where we’d all be.”

“Told you, had to take the stairs.” Leon tapped his fingers against his glass, partly avoiding the heavy conversation. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the capability, he just wasn’t sure if he had the capacity. So much weighed on his shoulders and he wasn’t ignorant enough to think Chris was better off. Guilt and regret held a strong grasp on Leon’s mind, the squad he lost, their close call with Rebecca, and just the things that had all led to this, including Raccoon City—where everything had started. It was strange, the more either of them thought about it, to see how their fates seemed intertwined from the beginning, without even realizing it at the time. “Not exactly vacation talk, Redfield.”

“I just…wanted to say thanks. I know that…well, you were going through your own thing when we caught up with you.” Chris replied, taking a sip of his beer. “I am sorry about your squad, Leon.”

A few more taps on his glass and Leon still didn’t know quite what to say. He still felt that anger, that regret and guilt. But if anyone could understand that, it was Chris Redfield. And while he was pissed at Chris at the time he had asked for help, even if he was still so disenchanted with the impact their actions had—or the lack thereof—he was still somewhat grateful to have gone with them. If anything because of Rebecca’s sake, but if he was honest with himself, it was more than that. Leon wasn’t sure if there ever would be a moment where he wouldn’t have Chris’ back, hated the version of himself that ever had to go against him—something he’s been forced to do before.

“That’s why you’re making it up to me, Redfield.” It was these moments that helped bring him back down to earth, a breath of fresh air before diving right back in again. Chris laughed again, nodding as the air between them remained heavy with things left unsaid, thoughts that were shoved aside and buried. Whatever it was, they didn’t talk about it. Or the way their eyes just kind of caught before Chris smiled, holding his beer bottle up in mock salute.

“Well, let’s get you that bottle I owe you then, see if we can get to the bottom of it.”

[danigirls-missions]

Hear me out...

Brokeback Mountain but it's a Chreon fan fiction...

[tearsoftime0086]

An Eternal Warpath for You and Me

Chreon scene from a "Leon gets infected with a variant of Wesker's superhuman virus" AU I've been tossing around in my head~

Leon's been caught and contained after a week of being an absolute threat against biohazard leads. Chris is still reeling from all of this. Pain ensues.

~

“It would be so easy, Chris,” Leon murmurs, cat-like eyes unblinking. “Just a couple years of this… hell, maybe months. I could do so much-“

Chris squeezes the containment cell bars. “And then what? You know just as well as I do that our work never ends. When would it be enough for you?”

“You say that as if our efforts are meaningless,” Leon clips. He’s motionless against the opposite wall. At this point, it feels like Leon’s observing him behind a containment cell. Him - tired, heartbroken, Chris Redfield, wondering when he started losing hope.

Leon grimaces after he doesn’t respond – god his eyes look so much like Wesker’s – and flexes his fingers. His skin subtly gleams with the setting sun, aged back years to peak human condition. It mismatches with the unholy glare in his eyes. “I’ve done more work in the past week than my entire division covered in a year. Maybe Walsh was onto something.”

Was it a side effect of that prototype virus causing Leon to be like this? Or was it truly just his own logic, built up over years of service?

“Sure you did. But I- we lost you for that whole week.”

Leon peers at him, as if he’s a stranger who just interrupted his monologue. “Me?”

“Look, if I got all utilitarian about this, I’d give up and admit you’re right. Maybe it would be better for the world this way. But you know what? I can’t – I’m too selfish.”

“Chris…” Leon’s voice is softer now. Nervous.

He blinks, only now putting the pieces together. He'd been so close to confessing that secret he’s buried inside him for years. No – Leon would never be persuaded by his fool’s wish for intimacy – especially the Leon watching him right now.

“Forget I said anything,” Chris grits, shaking his head and stepping away from the bars. “I’m just… no. Look, we found the rest of Walsh’s doses. If you really want to keep going, I’ll tell Rebecca to stop looking for a cure. Just… give me a day before you decide.”

Leon’s expression is unreadable, alien. “A day?”

Yes, a day to purge himself of the dreams of fighting as brothers in arms, of growing old together one day, of a tomorrow with possibilities.

Chris turns around and shuts the door. “Yeah – a day to grieve the Leon Kennedy I knew.”

[mangymuttz]

leon doodle + chreon shooting zombies

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Summary:

“Have you been thinking about having children?”

“Sí, I guess I have…”

After returning Alcatraz, waiting on his partner Chris to join him- Leon finds his other boyfriend, Luis, has been thinking about something while he’s been away.

[evilkennedy]

dearly departed

pairing: chreon; chris redfield/leon kennedy

summary: lightly based off of this post https://twitter.com/lemonzzset/status/1680325153362673664?s=46&t=RNnErR_y_jTq_osclRMtfQ

leon’s fight with maria goes very differently. no actual spoilers for death island.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: death, blood, hurt/no comfort, just angst

Blinding, white hot pain seared through Leon’s chest and he immediately knew that he’d messed up. He’d taken one wrong step, didn’t move out of the way of Maria’s strike quick enough– He knew that he was in shock, wound going numb soon after impaling him, though he knew by the way his lungs burned, that it was fatal. He could practically feel the blood pooling unnaturally in the organs, shutting down his respiratory system way sooner than he could’ve ever prepared for. Even as the blood seeped from the wound, leaking from around the rebar that stuck out from his chest, the same bitter copper bubbling in the back of his throat, threatening to choke him even as he spat it out; The only person that was on his mind was Chris. He couldn’t leave him this way… couldn’t leave only a corpse of the man he’d loved for so long, so faithfully– He couldn’t do that to his husband. So even as Maria taunted him, spewing vile words about how she’d won, how she’d been able to avenge her father, Leon simply grit his teeth, holding onto whatever life he still had left with all of his remaining strength.

Somewhere within the haze of being injured, Maria had taken her leave, leaving him standing against the wall, large hands pressing against his chest desperately as though it was enough to stop the bleeding, as though his willpower alone would be enough to stop the bleeding. He knew better than to shift or move, knowing how quickly he’d drown in the crimson liquid still spilling from his lips if he’d decided to do so. Instead, he remained put, hoping to whatever could hear him that Chris wouldn’t be the one to discover his body. He knew that he’d never been so lucky, but a dying man needed to have some hope, even if it was futile.

There was a time when Leon would’ve welcomed death with open arms, earlier on in his life when he felt beyond hopeless, almost as though he were a bad omen to those around him, those that he cared about most. He’d lived a life of war, gunpowder and melancholy, all branded on his soul as though he were meant for the pain, as though his purpose was merely to serve, whether that be as a weapon or a good soldier, he wasn’t too sure. Now, that differentiation didn’t particularly matter, not when he’d tasted the saccharine divinity of the other’s lips, knew what it felt like to be loved– He knew now what it felt like to be seen, in a way he’d never been seen before. To Chris, he’d been gentle and kind… awkwardly funny and insanely smart for his own good. He never understood what Chris had seen in him, but it was too late to ask, too late to see himself as a man repented from sin. Time was against him and he was beginning to think he wouldn’t be able to apologize for his inadequacies as the pendulum slowed, slowing his mind right along with it as waves of white noise consumed his being entirely, forcing his fluttering eyelids closed as he lost his battle with consciousness.

–

“Hold on, where’s Leon?” Chris looked between the three women, somehow expecting them to know any more than he did, but they all gave him the same look, something akin to pity and uncertainty. It tasted bitter in the back of his throat, forcing him to bite back a curse as his deep brown eyes met his sister’s.

“Go find him, we’ve got this.” Claire gave him the smallest nod of reassurance, sending him off with a worried gaze as the rest of the group prepared for whatever was to come. This wasn’t over yet, that was all they knew.

The elder man didn’t think twice before turning on his feet, taking off to find his husband, mind racing a million miles a minute. Out of the pair, Chris had always been the more optimistic of the two. Honestly it was admirable how he could remain so hopeful in a place where he’d lost so many people, had consistently blamed himself for those losses, flashes of Piers and a brainwashed Jill entered his mind, right alongside his ex-captain, not that he’d had any say in the man’s corruption, but guilt had a weird way of settling into people’s chests at the most inopportune moments– Chris was certainly bound by those same chains regardless of the hope that remained steadfastly in place.

All he could hear as he ran through the prison was the slamming of boots on metal and the sound of his own blood raging in his ears. It didn’t take long to find the room in which Leon had been, Maria having left plenty of evidence of their fight even beyond the doors of the room. He had his gun drawn, as was appropriate when he didn’t exactly know what he’d be walking into, “Leon?” He called out, heart dropping at the lack of response. His terrified thoughts increased tenfold, what if he’d been kidnapped, what if he’d been infected again, what ifs rolling through his mind in waves, threatening to drown him if he wasn’t careful. He steadied himself, continuing forward into the room, sweeping it as he’d been trained to do. When all else fails, he could always depend on the stability of muscle memory.

Before he could call out the man’s name once again, he turned the corner of some debris that had been laying in the middle of the walk space, eyes immediately landing on a pool of blood before trailing their way up to find a very familiar set of boots standing directly in it, unmoving and horribly devastating as ice assaulted his veins, filling him with tangible fear. His head shot up before he could think better of it, throat constricting at the sight of his husband impaled by a metal bar, head tilted forward against his will, brown fringe covering up his face. For one nightmarishly long second, his world stopped, knees threatening to cave beneath his weight as his hands trembled, dropping the gun to the ground beneath him before his feet began moving on their own accord.

It felt like it had only been moments before when they’d been finishing each other’s sentences, always connected on the field just as they’d been connected in life and by love. Something neither of them could’ve ever expected, and the reason why was staring him directly in the face– safety was never promised, even if Leon didn’t wish to die anymore. Even though he’d gotten better, or tried, he’d still been ripped away from Chris’s grasp without hesitation.

“No, no, no, no, no, no– Leon, baby, please wake up. Please don’t do this to me.” His large hands flitted across the man’s still chest, not knowing where to begin with first aid if he’d still been alive. Deep down, he knew that Leon was gone, he knew that, but he wasn’t going to accept it easily. This time, his hands moved up to cradle his head, making him lean lax against the wall behind him. He was cold to the touch, paler than any man he’d ever seen before and the dam broke. He was supposed to keep him safe, he’d made that vow to him many years ago, to keep him safe from himself as well as the monsters that haunted their day to day lives– the ones that burrowed their way into their psyches in the night, Chris made a fucking promise; One he knew he’d broken as he held Leon’s lifeless corpse, tears streaming down his face freely as he desperately caressed his cheeks, similar to how he’d woken the man up for ages, in fear of startling him awake. Oh, how he wished that would have been the case this time.

“Leon, I can’t– I can’t do this without you, dammit– Y-You have to wake up, okay? I know you’re tired and I know you’ve been in this fight for too long, but I need you. I need you, so just… just stop this and open your eyes, baby, open them for me.” He cried, knowing that his begging was futile. The words were falling on ears that could no longer listen. He knew that, he did, but they were supposed to grow old together. He was supposed to listen to Leon gripe about each new gray hair he got… They were supposed to adopt once they retired, they were supposed to settle down together and be proud that they’d kept the world safe for so long, but what was there for him now? He’d return to an empty home, an empty bed, followed by the ghost that was the curse of his love– his care.

He reluctantly slid a hand down the other’s jaw, two fingers resting on his pulse point only to confirm his deepest fear. Leon was dead and there was nothing he could do about it.

Not caring about the blood that had long since dried on his body, Chris buried his face in his neck, crying as he held the man around his waist. He knew that he should get him down off of the pole, he knew he should’ve radioed for help, should’ve done something more, but all he could do was mourn as he held his life in his arms, what remained of his heart had frozen and died here too. He didn’t move until Claire found him and pulled him away. Everything after was a blur and all he could remember was begging for his love to stay and cursing at the sky for taking away his hope.

[dmitriene]

hi! i'm so sorry if this isn't allowed, i didn't see anything against it in your guidelines but just in case, my bad!

anyways i literally JUST got top surgery 2 hours ago and i was wondering if you would be comfortable writing something about leon getting top surgery, and chris or someone of your choice comforting them and helping them recover?

again, if it's not your wheelhouse apologies and no worries! and also if you're swamped with asks feel free to take as much time as you need.

have a wonderful day, i'm sending good vibes!! 🩷

꒰ 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘯! 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮!🤍 ˑ༄ ꒱

❝𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦❞ 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. ❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦4 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥. ❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Leon had wrestled with the decision for a long time, a journey marked by uncertainty and introspection.

It was a path that had required him to summon courage from deep within, a courage he might not have found without the unwavering support of his friends, especially Chris Redfield.

The days leading up to the surgery were filled with anxiety, but Leon had persevered, he found a reputable clinic, meticulously planned the operation, and prepared himself mentally and physically for the transformative step he was about to take.

As he layed in the sterile hospital room, groggily waking up from the anesthesia, he squinted against the harsh light, disoriented.

His bleary gaze finally settled on a familiar figure by his bedside. Chris Redfield, ever the pillar of strength, was there, concern etched on his rugged features — «Hey» Chris murmured, leaning in closer — «How are you feeling, Leon?»

Leon's voice was hoarse as he responded — «I… I think I'm okay» his fingers trembled slightly as he reached out and Chris's hand met his, offering a reassuring squeeze.

A small, reassuring smile touched Chris's lips, and he gently stroked Leon's head, ruffling his hair.

Throughout his stay in the hospital, Chris was constantly present with him, his visits made Leon feel safe and warm, he brought books, snacks and even Claire's homemade cookies, Chris's mere presence helped ease the discomfort of the recovery process.

The day finally came when Leon was discharged from the hospital.

On his first morning at home, while the sun was still low, Chris walked up to Leon's door, the early hour caught Leon off guard and he sleepily wandered to answer the door, wearing only a pair of sweatpants.

The scars from the operation on his chest were still fresh, but he wore them with pride.

Chris hesitated at the sight of Leon, his lips pursing in a mixture of concern and affection — «Hey» he said softly — «Are you okay?»

Leon yawned and sleepily rubbed his eyes — «Yeah» he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper — «Come on in»

Chris followed Leon inside, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he admired the sleep tossed agent, while Leon shuffled into the kitchen, his bare feet padding softly on the floor, and Chris couldn't help but think that even in his sleepy state, Leon looked sort of charming.

As Leon prepared the coffee and tea, Chris watched him with a mixture of admiration and tenderness, the scars on Leon's chest were a testament to his bravery and the journey he had embarked on, Chris knew that they represented not only physical healing, but also a deep emotional and mental transformation.

When the drinks were ready, they settled down on the couch, Leon curled up next to Chris, his head resting heavily on Chris's shoulder, and he sighed contentedly as Chris wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.

They talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowed from work to their favorite movies and the latest case they worked on, Leon felt safe in Chris's presence, and the fatigue of recovery began to weigh on him.

As the minutes passed, Leon's eyelids grew heavier and his breathing slowed, Chris noticed the subtle change and gently patted the top of Leon's head, holding him closer — «Rest, Leon» he whispered — «I'll be right here»

Leon muttered a quiet «thank you» before letting sleep take him, and as Chris continued to hold him, his heart filled with affection and pride for the man who had come so far, both in his personal journey and in their shared experiences as friends.

In the silence of that morning, as the soft light filtered through the curtains, Leon found comfort and solace in the arms of the man who had always been there for him, and Chris, ever the unwavering support, held him close, knowing that their bond was unbreakable, and that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

As the minutes turned into hours, Chris simply enjoyed the feeling of Leon's presence beside him, relishing the warmth and contentment that filled the room.

The world outside kept spinning, but in this cozy apartment, time seemed to stand still, Leon took a bold step towards self-discovery and self-acceptance, and Chris was there to celebrate it with him, offering nothing but unwavering support and unconditional love.

Together, they found comfort in each other's presence, a bond that transcended words and spoke volumes in the quietude of that morning.

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[sasha-sunset]

Just some random doodles. (I can't draw Leon's hair for shit 😭)

[theyrejustfictional]

Leon’s hands;

he has such pretty hands

[clooownnn]

[wxnheart]

He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

[tearsoftime0086]

Excerpt from "Warpath" (aka superhuman virus Leon) because I have zero sense of delayed gratification ^^

~ “So this is godhood, huh?” Leon scoffs - tongue acrid, dripping bitterness.

“Leon-” Chris’ choked throat muffles most of his gasp, but Leon picks it up with raised eyebrows and an unearthly stare. He scrutinizes Chris, yellow eyes throwing jagged glares of light in the dusty room. Numerous emotions run across his face – this isn’t Wesker’s controlled visage, Chris tries to remind himself. And yet each trace of fear is replaced by a familiar simmering anger.

“Chris…” Leon murmurs – mournfully? Is he toying with him? He gestures to the pistol clenched to the floor. “You’re slipping, Redfield. You see what’s going on, right?”

“Do you expect me to shoot you?” he replies, stubbornly keeping the pistol down.

The air around Leon seems to shimmer, and suddenly he’s gone. Chris senses something behind him. His heart sinks into his stomach as his body reacts on instinct, aiming his sight on Leon’s head, now mere inches away.

“Attaboy,” Leon whispers, once-roguish charm now dangerously out of place. Standing next to him, Chris realizes why his face looks so distorted. The animalistic eyes are one thing, but Leon’s entire body seems to have been aged back years. It shows in his stance – there’s less weight on each bent knee, a wiriness that should’ve left with his athletic peak. And his face- the faint scruff on his chin and neck remains from the Leon he saw yesterday, but the face itself is fuller, youthful. The narrower forehead, the defined chin – all things he remembers from a sunnier, more innocent Leon Kennedy – now haphazardly pasted over eyes that somehow reflect both eternities and absolute nothingness.

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