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Raindrops falling on my Heart ♡
Leon S. Kennedy x reader
A/N: Well, if that weren't a shitty couple of weeks 🥲 anyway, I am back! The Leon brainrot has been eating at me for months and I finally caved, have some angst! With a happy ending of course, because I have a fragile little heart :) I have some more Leon in my drafts if y'all are interested ;) Enjoy!
~ Fi 🪻
Warnings: talks of alcohol being used as a coping mechanism, badly written fight, potential ooc Leon
Word count: 1.1k
Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.
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"You always do this, Leon!" Your voice echoed through your shared apartment. "You know that it's out of my control" He responded, frustrated. You scoffed. "You were gone for three weeks. Three weeks, Leon!" You yelled, tears stinging in your eyes. "I was sat here, for three goddamn weeks wondering whether you were alive or not. One Text. That is all I ask. 'I'm save' or 'I'm okay' that is all I want. I need to know that you're alright." You pleaded.
He was gone for long periods at a time and you were a nervous wreck, tossing and turning at night, hoping, praying that your lover was alive. It was eating away at you, hearing that knock on the door not knowing whether it was Leon finally coming home or his officials to tell you that he didn't make it. It was agonizing, really.
Leon, who previously had his back turned towards you, turned around. "Sure, just let me tell the bad guys to stop shooting at me so I can text you. Also, have a little more faith in me, you know I wouldn't go down that easy." He spat back. He shook his head, scoffing. Making his way to the door, he grabbed his jacket and keys. "Where are you going?" You asked bitterly. "Bar" he replied coldly. "No, Leon! You don't get to walk away from this. You always do and it's solving absolutely nothi-" you were interrupted by the door slamming in your face.
Hot tears were running down your face. You two fought like this almost everytime he came back after weeks of disappearing. It always ended with Leon threatening to leave for the evening but he never did. Until today. He actually left.
Quiet sobs were escaping your mouth. You clutched your heart with both hands to help soothe the pain. Your Relationship was really put to the test with Leon having such a dangerous job. It was obvious he couldn't just stop the whole mission, but there had to be at least 5 minutes between saving the world and kicking ass where he could let you know that he was alive. Why didn't he understand that you loved him? Why wouldn't he let you love him? "Stubborn son of Bitch..." you mumbled, tears drying on your cheeks.
Leon angrily stomped out of your apartment building. Having shoved his hands deep into his pockets, he stepped out into the pouring rain. He'd be soaked by the time he got to the local bar but he couldn't care less at the moment. He hated fighting with you, especially over something like this, something you have been over a million times. He kept his head down, the cold rain trickling down his neck into his shirt.
The stores, restaurants and buisnesses that lined the street, cast a bright light onto his face as he looked up, searching for the sign of the bar. He was a regular at this point. Coming in, sitting down at the very back in a cozy corner, and then quietly leaving when he had drunk his anger, frustration and pain away.
Looking around, Leon spotted happy couples roaming the streets on either side. Laughing, holding hands, smiling. It made him sick. How dare they pretend to be perfect when he knows for a fact that they aren't. Every couple fights. How dare they be happy. He shot them a bitter look and went on to get into the warm and dry embrace of the bar.
Reaching for the the door he stopped in his tracks when he heard his name being called.
"Leon.." you spoke, arms wrapped around yourself to keep you warm. "Can we talk? Please?"
He turned to face you. You were soaked. Your wet hair clinging to your forehead and your neck, the flimsy jacket you had grabbed in a rush doing little to keep the pouring rain and cold out. What are you doing here, you're going to get sick was the first thought that popped into his head as he saw you. But he didn't say that.
"What? You come here to yell at me again?" He asked, coldly. You took a couple of steps towards him. "No, I.." you sighed "I love you, Leon. And I care about you. I worry for you. But you just go on your missions thinking you have nothing to lose and no one that cares about you." Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks.
"But I do! I care. You have something to lose. Us. Everything we've been through. Every fight, every sleepless night, every kiss. I just don't understand why you won't you let me love you. You own my heart and take up my every thought. You're the love of my life, Leon. You're my world, my everything. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if anything happened to you. You are loved. I love you. Isn't that enough for you to not storm into every situation recklessly and put your life on the line for-" you were cut off by Leon pressing your head against his chest. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you let all your emotions spill out. Leon stayed quiet as you sobbed into his shirt, your tears mixing with the rain.
"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart" he whispered, you could hear the tremble in his voice. Pulling away from the embrace, you looked at him, seeing the faintest hint of tears in the corner of his eyes. you reached to his face and cupped his cheek gently.
"You deserve to be loved, Leon. Please understand that. You don't have to earn love or prove yourself worthy of it. Being you is enough. I love you." You sniffled, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Leon leaned into your touch, placing his hand on yours and pressing it closer to his face. "I-.. Thank you. I love you too. So much." he sighed, a tear escaping his eye.
You gave him a soft, sad smile and carefully brushed the tear aside. "No more fighting, okay?"
"Okay. Let's go home, baby. I think Bingo's on tonight" he grinned at you, placing a sweet kiss to your lips. You two walked home in the cold rain, your hand clutched tightly in Leons.
After a much needed hot shower you were now both cuddled up on the couch, watching your favorite show but basically talking and laughing through the whole thing. You'd missed nights like these with Leon, the cuddling, the loving, the talking. You'd grown distant the last couple of months due to the frequent arguments. But now, all was well and you later fell asleep in Leons loving arms.
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#bumblebeesfromvenus#leon motherfucking kennedy#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy comfort#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil leon#leon kennedy angst#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy x fem!reader#leon s kennedy x reader
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RESIDENT EVIL 6 (2012)
"I need you to fake our deaths, can you do that? "
"Of course, but they'll figure it out eventually... "
What are you going to do?
#re#reedit#re6#resident evil 6#re6edit#resiedit#gamingedit#dailygaming#videogameedit#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#my gifs#these are giving daryl dixon vibes and now i can never unsee it#it's the hair and the brooding is2g#what a pretty motherfucker
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Leon Kennedy, after awoken from his nightmares :
Leon Kennedy, sits at the edge of the bed with his head hung low :
Y/N, stands between his legs cradling his head to their chest : You should’ve called me, I would have come immediately if I’d known.
Leon Kennedy : I didn’t want to wake you, I know you’ve been exhausted lately…
Y/N, huffs in disapproval :
Y/N, lifts his chin up to look at them : Some things are more important than sleep, Leon—
Y/N, gently wipes his remaining tears away : ——and you’re one of them. Please don’t force yourself to suffer alone like this again, please.
Leon Kennedy, lazily nods & wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling them closer :
#Resident Evil#Resident Evil x reader#Reaident evil incorrect quotes#Resident evil Leon Kennedy#Leon Kennedy#Leon S. Kennedy#Reaident evil Leon#Leon Kennedy x male reader#Leon Kennedy x fem reader#Leon Kennedy x gn reader#Leon Kennedy x reader#Leon Kennedy x you#Leon Kennedy x oc#Leon S. Kennedy x reader#Original : write-it-motherfuckers#original : tumblr#My bbyboy Leon 🥺💖#Resident evil angst/comfort#Resident evil x reader fluff
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Sort of as a follow-up thought to this post...
I really can't wait for that Operation Javier project -- whether it's a full game or a DLC or whatever it is -- to come out and give us a closer look at what Leon's life was like between RE2make and RE4make. Because I think something that really gets missed in the fandom (likely due to the ridiculous misinformation listed on the wiki that then gets passed around the fandom like fact) is that Leon wasn't trained by the government to kill bioweapons. Leon was trained by the government to kill people. Ashley just got ridiculously lucky that the agent who was sent to retrieve her also happened to have experience fighting against bioweapons due to having been in Raccoon City.
It's subtle, but there's evidence for this in RE4make itself. It's actually baked into Leon's character arc.
At the Hunter's Lodge, Leon's trained response to encountering a person on the ground during a mission is to reach for his gun. He even starts taking it out of the holster. It isn't until the hunter appears to not be a threat that he puts it back down and tries to talk to him.
But when the hunter does become a threat, Leon doesn't hesitate in killing him. And not only does he not hesitate to kill him, but he even pulls out his gun and doublechecks that the man is really dead.
This happens before anyone knows that there's bioweapons at play. As far as Leon knows, in this moment, he just killed an old man in his home. Just an old man.
His subsequent conversation with Hunnigan is structured as such that the US's intel on the ground is only that Ashley is being held in this village. The statement "Something's happened to the people here" is tacked on as an afterthought, as something unexpected. Leon suspects that there's biological warfare involved after seeing the hunter come after him chittering and with a broken neck, but he doesn't get the chance to voice that to Hunnigan and ask for more information before he's interrupted and has to cut the conversation short.
Later, this happens:
Prior to Mendez mutating into his boss form, Leon didn't actually suspect that he was infected with las plagas. He was opening fire on and trying to kill a man who he thought, much like the hunter, was just a man. Because that's his job.
The line "I'll do my job" is particularly interesting, because most people think of Leon's "job" in this game as rescuing Ashley -- but that's not how Leon himself seems to see it. His mission objective is to rescue Ashley, but his job -- at least, in the context in which he says it -- is to kill people.
We also know that Leon was part of Operation Javier. This is never stated explicitly, but Krauser tells us this without telling us:
Krauser had a revelation in the jungle, and Leon was there with him in that jungle two years ago.
So, what was Operation Javier?
Well, we don't really know yet. I'm sure that it did involve bioweapons somehow -- Capcom wouldn't be making it into a separate title release if it didn't -- but that wasn't the original conceit for it set out by the US government in-universe.
This was the official mission statement for Operation Javier:
Eradicating drug cartels.
Which means going after people. Not BOWs.
And Leon being sent on this mission alongside Krauser and his unit didn't seem to raise any eyebrows or key anyone into the possibility that there could be BOWs involved. They all seemed to have been taken by surprise -- especially Krauser, which shouldn't have happened as Leon's trainer if Krauser knew that the purpose of Leon's training was BOW combat.
This also isn't the first mission that Leon was sent on alongside Krauser and his men. He says as much in the intro with the plural use of "missions" attached to his training.
So... Leon is a killer. He was specifically trained to kill people for the US government. He just happens to also be adept at fighting against BOWs thanks to his experience in Raccoon City. And what's chilling is that, during the intro, he also expresses a strange sort of gratitude for his combat training because it "kept [his] mind off things."
That's how broken Leon is going into RE4make. The kind-hearted guy who just wanted to protect people in RE2make spends the next six years following Raccoon City being turned into a hitman and murdering people for the federal government, and his response to that is "thank you."
That's why Ashley's contribution to his character arc is so important. At a certain point during RE4make, he stops fighting against the villagers and starts fighting for Ashley. She shakes him out of that killer's mindset and reminds him that, once upon a time, he was a boy named Leon Kennedy who wanted to save the world.
And the culmination of this is Leon's realization that both of these parts of him can coexist. He can use his intense combat training and killer instinct to protect people -- just like he protected Ashley. But he's not so naive anymore (like he was in RE2make) to think that he can protect and save everyone. And he was forced to accept, through his training and through killing Krauser, that sometimes some people need to be sacrificed in order for other people to be saved.
#resident evil 4#leon kennedy#meta analysis#this is also more evidence that leon was never in STRATCOM#why the fuck would they send the anti-umbrella STRATCOM guy to save the president's daughter if no one knew BOWs were involved#hint: they didn't#they sent the guy who was trained to kill every motherfucker who got in his way without hesitation or remorse#THAT'S who they sent#though just because that's how leon was *trained* doesn't mean that that's who he *is*#and leon remembers who he actually is over the course of the game because of his bond with ashley
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I know capcom said that raccoon city is supposed to be somewhere in the midwest but if you expect me to believe that mr. Italian heritage from a crime family TURNED COP is supposed to be from fucking OHIO. *loud buzzer noise* WRONG. raccoon city has to be in south jersey I know this in my heart of hearts
#Leon is literally THEE most stereotypical New Jersey motherfucker EVER#if you told me his family was from bayonne not only would I believe it but it also canonically makes sense#anyway ask me how many of my cousins are cops. also did you know my great grandfather was good close friends with THEE al capone?#relevant to the discussion I need you all to know that I know a New Jersey butch when I see one and I see one in leon#he got that dog in him#jude.txt#resident evil#leon kennedy#*bitch but butch works too tbh
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I can’t relate to Leon because if Luis looked at me and said “it’s game time” like that I wouldn’t even be fighting Ganados we’d be kissing on the mouth
But also if I had just been hit in the head with an axe and he told me to stay focused I’d probably shoot him so I can relate to Leon a little on that one
#because what do you MEAN stay focused motherfucker I’m mortally wounded#luis serra#leon s kennedy#re4 remake
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Making a serrennedy playlist because I’m approaching a new low 🫡
#btw send me y’all’s Luis playlists#I’m trying to make one but I have no idea what this motherfucker listens to#luis serra#leon s kennedy#serrennedy
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Shoutout to the time I got lost in the RPD Building and threw up my map right as Mr. X turned the corner. AND DIDN'T FUCKING NOTICE.
Forgive the crunchy, hand filmed quality; you can't upload captures to the PS app from the 4 anymore
#resident evil#resident evil 2#leon kennedy#Mr X#FUCK THIS MOTHERFUCKER#WHEN I TELL YOU MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY WITH HASTE
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#je suis en roue libre lol#good luck translating me bitch#as soon as I'd seen them like that the meme was stuck in my head lol#why does Chris sit like that??#when it's the apocalypse but you can take some time to sit like a motherfucking princess#resident evil MEME#resident evil#chris redfield#leon kennedy#Chris is gay lol#no quality we die like Enrico
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look normally im satisfied by watching games from a distance maybe reading wiki pages if im into it, im just not big on gaming but its looking like i might actually get(pirate) a game all because i want Leon Kennedy so bad
#twink i want you on my lap so bad#i get hes a grown man but listen here: babygirl#resident evil 4#leon kennedy#mypost#hes gonna actually make me a gamer what the fuck#the shape of his lips have captivated me. jungkook ass pretty ass motherfucker.
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Rookiepillz: Here We Go Again
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: almost a year after the rookiepillz incident, you and your now-boyfriend play some video games together. he's got a special strategy to help you win.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief cockwarming, daddy kink, rookiepillz
word count: 1.8k
a/n: finally. rookiepillz has come back to tumblr. the most anticipated come back of the century in my book. i just needed something silly as a break from school. we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming momentarily.
part 1 is here.
“ANOTHER GOJO!” you yell at your tv, flinging your controller to the other side of your couch. You feign a growl and look up at your boyfriend who’s lap you were laid up on. “Another fucking Gojo killed me. Can you believe this? It’s like a curse or something.”
He chuckles right next to your ear and kisses your temple. “You’ll get the win soon. You placed third that time, that’s not bad,” he tells you as you ready up again.
He was one to talk considering he planned and acted out a whole revenge scheme on you when he placed second. But hey, look at the two of you now. Snuggling on the couch, you wearing one of his shirts, playing video games in his lap while he gives you little smooches and whispers sweet nothings to you.
Sure, he used to be your stepdad, but he’s your man now. Sure, he dated your mom just to get back at you for beating him in a Fortnite match, but he also gave you the best dick of your life. And plus, he was pretty sweet when he wasn’t being a total asshole, so who are you to complain?
His arms squeeze around your waist, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, inhaling your scent as you beat on some innocent player in the lobby for having the default skin. He smiled as he watched your eyes light up with glee. He took in every word you said about how dropping at the pool house was the best strategy. He couldn’t get enough of you.
Yeah, he had fucked your mom as part of a long revenge plot over losing a victory royale. Yeah, he did humiliate you by spanking you and then revealing said revenge plot in the middle of fucking. But it’s only cause he knew you’d be his girl in the end. He was just having some fun with his sweetheart, right?
He half-watches you running around the map, giggling when you drive a car off a cliff or start doing the weeknd emote. A smile breaks across his face whenever you kill someone because you lightly tap his forearm and go “Look! Did you see that? I gottem.” And then he’d whisper to you, “mhm, that’s my girl” before planting another kiss on your cheekbone.
But what really got him going wasn’t the precious moments of joy or the sweet expressions of tension when you started losing health. No. What really fired him up was your rage. What could he say? It reminded him of nearly a year ago when he’d pulled you over his knee, the fire that had burned in your eyes. A day he’d never forget.
All he had to do was be patient for your match to start winding down. Once that notification came up that said there were only 25 people left, that red monster inside you would start rearing its head. The “motherfucker’s” and “god damn it’s” would start flying, and in no time at all, you’d be wearing that adorable pouty expression.
Like right now. He watched your character explode into a pile of loot. You slammed the controller down on your laps and crossed your arms, sinking back into his embrace. “That’s such bullshit. At least it wasn’t Gojo again,” you grumble.
Fuck, it got him hard.
“I think I know your problem, baby,” he says.
You look at him with a raised eyebrow. The one piece of certain leverage you had over your boyfriend was that you were a better Fortnite player. Whenever he gave you unsolicited advice on your playing, you made sure to bring up the fact that you had beaten him before.
“You’re getting so frustrated, y’know. I think you gotta calm down a bit. Let yourself relax so you can think and focus better. And I think I have a way you can do that,” he says.
“And what would that be?” you ask, tone growing softer as you start to catch on.
“How about you relax on daddy’s cock? I know you can only think straight once you’ve been filled up,” he purrs. His hands smooth up your stomach to your tits, coasting over your nipples that were already starting to harden out of instinct. Because if there was one guaranteed piece of leverage he had on you, it was that special word that you’d seemed so averse to just a few months ago.
“I think that’s a good idea,” you answer. It felt shameful that he could get a rush of arousal from you with just a simple word said in a particular tone.
You stand up, still working the controller as another match starts up. He tugs down your shorts for you, grinning like the madman he was at your lack of panties.
“Look at you all prepared,” he coos and kisses your hip, “You knew you’d be getting a treat from daddy today, hm?”
“Lucky guess,” you respond as he guides you back down. Your knees rest on either side of his thighs. He lines himself with your entrance and pulls you down until he’s bottomed out. You whimper and bite your lip, locking your eyes on the tv to focus.
For the beginning, he really does just let you sit there, nice and full. And maybe he was sort of right. You feel pretty calm so far. Everything is less stressful when, in the back of your mind, you’re noticing the way he twitches within you or the small grunts he lets out when you tighten around him.
You were so warm and tight. Felt just as good as the first time, and fortunately for you, there was no bombshell plot twist waiting around the corner. His fingers rub little circles on the outside of your thigh.
“What do you think? Is it helping, babydoll?” he asks.
“Mhm, thank you, daddy. Fits just right,” you say.
He chuckles at the cute way you say it. You work on sniping some people, he tests out rolling his hips. You sharply inhale but don’t protest. So he does it again. His cock slides through the warm embrace of your walls, kissing your favorite spots deep inside. You still seemed focused enough, so using his hands to hold you in position, he begins thrusting upwards.
Your breaths become longer and shakier, but you will yourself to maintain focus. The number of players was dwindling fast. He was bouncing you on his cock which normally left you empty-headed in seconds. But you needed this victory royale. You really were his girl.
He lets out a groan, leaning back against the couch cushions with his head tilted back. It wasn’t like he needed the win this time. He could let go. And so he did. He pistons his cock up into you faster by the moment.
“Fuck fuck fuck. Daddy there’s only two other people,” you whine in a plea for mercy.
“Almost there, baby,” he grunts. You honestly didn’t know if he was referring to your game or how close he was to cumming.
You don’t have time to think about that though because the circle is closing. You grit your teeth and grip the controller with all the focus you have left.
“Daddy, c’mon, I could win,” you whimper.
“I know, princess. You got this, pretty girl,” he mumbles while his eyes flutter. His abdomen twitches as he feels himself gearing up for release. “Tell you what. If you win this one, daddy’ll make sure you get a special reward later on.”
Now it is absolutely on. You can’t lose this. That’d be even more humiliating than the original rookiepillz incident. You’re dashing around the map as your boyfriend pumps in and out of you. It’s a difficult task, managing to hold off your release and try to win.
But soon enough you spot your targets. At the same time, it seems that Leon is reaching his. “Oh fuck, baby. So fuckin’ good. Daddy’s gonna fill you up just how you like,” he whimpers from behind you.
He bounces you, and you know your own peak is imminent. But you see the other players, and in an absolute miracle, you down one and then the other. The tv flashes gold with your victory as your body seizes with the white hot pleasure of release. Simultaneously, he unloads inside you, firing rope after rope into your tight cunt.
He fucks into you a few more times before actually coming back down to reality. You’re coming down too, melting back against his chest. He’s stroking your face when his eyes catch on the tv.
“Holy shit, you actually won?” he asks. His tone gives away that he’s actually impressed. and that’s your ultimate victory royale.
“Mhm, all for you,” you tease and lazily kiss his cheek.
“God, baby. Making me feel like the luckiest man alive right now,” he replies and reciprocates your small gesture of affection.
The two of you cuddle for a bit longer. You’re finished with the game, having finally gotten the win you wanted. And like always, he was such a sweetheart after, giving you kisses and praise, holding you close, even cleaning you up once he got up. Unfortunately, he had to go into work today, so it wasn’t long until he had to leave. He makes sure you’re content before he says goodbye with a kiss to your forehead.
Later that night though, you were alone at your place just as Leon was at his. You get a text. His contact lights up your lockscreen with the message “Get on Fortnite?”
You smile, hopping on your couch and turning on your console. You text back a “yeah hehe :)” He facetimes you, and you beam when you see his face, something you would have never thought possible when you met him. While you wait for everything to turn on and connect, you ask him about his day and how he’s feeling. He answers softly, heart melting at your interest.
To your surprise, when the game finally loads up, you have a gift. From rookiepillz himself.
“Leon…” you say excitedly.
“What?” he asks, playing dumb at first, “Just open it.”
So you do. You burst into laughter as Gojo appears on your screen next. “You’re so funny. I love you,” you giggle. It slips out so casually, he’s not even sure you registered what you’d let slip. He lets it go for now. He would tease you about it later. Right now, he was just so enamored with you.
As you prattled on about wanting to be the skin with the blindfold on and how he should get one for himself so you could match, he realized something. He’d lose every Fortnite match for the rest of his life if it meant he got you. His own personal victory royale.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy smut#resident evil imagines#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#resident evil x you#smut
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THEY LIKE THE WAY I GRIND
pairings. cowboy!leon kennedy ⠀𝒙⠀ farmer’s granddaughter!fem!reader [ au ]
𐙚 warnings : slightly ooc leon ( bc he’s a southern boy in this fic obviously ), oblivious reader, suggestive content, derogatory language
words. 1.311k
note. am i finally satisfied i managed to write this fic ?! yes, yes i am. this came to me in a dream so i decided to write a fic about it because why not. i have an obsession for southern boys and their silly goofy accents even tho their ancestors fought for slavery & i wouldn’t be here today :3 ── yours sincerely, maxine
The family barn was some sort of fever dream for you. You’d only visited once or twice, and every time you left, you promised yourself you wouldn’t come back to the outskirts of your grandparents' home town. However, one thing, one sole person kept you coming back.
A childhood friend, and possibly even a sweetheart who had you wrapped around his fingers ( those said fingers you wished were somewhere else ), your first kiss, your first time, the muse of your daydreams.
With his star studded boot, and dusted cowboy hat. Calloused hands and a whiskey-laced tongue.
Leon motherfucking Kennedy.
The soft, grassy and dewy smell of the countryside suffocated you as you stepped out of the farmhouse, making your way over to the barn where you could see Leon working.
You let your mind wander, your eyes flickering over his body, his bare arms flexing as he carried out his work, his blond strands falling into his face before he flicked it backwards.
Walking further towards him, you leaned against the fence with your legs crossed at the ankles, your nimble fingers playing with the rings that adorned your fingers as you waited for him to notice your presence.
A few moments passed before his blue eyes locked with yours, his gaze flickering up and down your body, lingering on the bare skin of your legs before meeting your stare once more.
“What are you doing out here all by yourself, pretty girl?” He asked, his Southern accent drawn out long, dropping the hay bale before dusting his hands and walking towards you.
“I came to see you of course,” you answered, your stomach softly fluttering at the close proximity of his body to yours. You could tell he was distracted by the clothes you decided to put on today: a pair of denim shorts and a flimsy blouse ( with a few buttons undone ).
“After thinking you abandoned me for that big city of yours, you finally came back, didn’t you darlin’?” He asked, his eyes staring you down as the corners of his lips twitched up into a smirk. “Did you come back to see your grandparents, or did you come back to see me?”
You held your bottom lip between your teeth as you searched your brain for an answer.
“I came back to surprise them, Leon,” you lied, letting out a small sigh escape your lips, as you watched him search you for the truth.
“So, you didn’t come back to see me?” He feigned disappointment, placing his hand on his chest as he placed his hand on the fence beside your head.
“Of course I did,” you whispered, your voice faltering slightly as you started dumbly at him.
The proximity of his body brought your mind into a trance rather than out as he closed the small distance between the two of you.
Leon’s eyes trailed down from yours to your lips as he leaned in slowly causing you to close your eyes. Before your lips met, however, he quickly pulled away, patting you lightly on the cheek as he watched you.
“A lot has changed since you last came,” he continued as if nothing had happened, his hands resting on his hips as he looked to the side. “I have something to show you.”
Your eyes lit up at this as your fingers played with the hem of your shorts, following him as he led you across the barn to where the horses were kept.
Leon let out a whistle, searching for a particular horse before reaching for your hand. He placed your hand on the animal, smiling as you did so.
“Guess her name,” he said, watching you with an intensive smile.
You raised your eyebrows as you thought of an answer, shaking your head once you gave up.
“Named this beauty after you,” he explained, his gaze flickering over the horse as he stroked its forehead.
Your expression turned into one of a smile as you felt extremely flattered.
“You named a horse after me?” You laughed, copying his actions.
“Gives me a reason to say your name,” he replied, “but now you’re back, I have more of a reason to say it, don’t I, pretty girl?”
“Maybe we’ll get you on her, and you can go for a ride,” he suggested, crossing his arms as he looked over at you.
“I don’t know how to ride horses, Leon,” you replied, drawing small patterns on its skin as you looked over at him.
“Why? I thought you were a natural after last time,” he replied, winking at you as you let out a sigh. “Maybe, later today, I could teach you how to ride. And I’m not talking about this darlin’ right here,” he added, whispering the last bit in your ear as he placed his thumbs in the belt holes of his jeans. “You could practise on something else.”
His eyes locked on something behind you as he started walking away.
“I’ll see you later, sweetheart. Remember my offer,” he said, facing you before turning around and leaving.
You seriously needed a drink.
For the rest of the evening, you spent it in the comfort of your bed, sipping on a beer you took from the fridge as your mind recalled every moment that happened with him.
A foreign sound brought your attention to your window, pebbles knocking at the glass, as you decided to open it and peer down.
There he was, the devil himself, still clad in his clothes from earlier, a small smile lacing his lips as he noticed your head poking through the window.
He managed to make his way up to your room, crawling through the gap in the window before making sure his hat was secured to his head.
“You came,” you hummed, a grin adorning your face as you watched him.
“I’m not going to be the only one ‘coming’ tonight,” he replied, a smug expression as he closed the gap between you.
Your heart pounded in your chest, knocking at the enclosure of your ribs, his hands holding you at your waist as he finally pressed his lips to yours.
Almost unconsciously, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down as you deepened the kiss, a small gasp escaping your mouth as he bit lightly on your bottom lip.
Your hand trailed down to the hem of his jeans, your finger looped in his belt hole as you pulled him closer.
“Getting confident, ain’t we, sweetheart?” He asked, staring down at you before taking off his hat and placing it on your head. “You look so pretty. I bet you’d look gorgeous riding my dick like the little cowgirl you are,” he whispered, causing a rupture in your stomach as it fluttered, your cunt getting wetter as he went on, addicted to the sound of his voice.
Your breath hitched in your throat as he kneaded the skin of your hip with his thumb, caressing small circles with his thumb, his lips nipping at the crook of your neck causing you to let out a small whimper.
“Be quiet for me, darlin’. Don’t want your grandparents waking up to the sound of their precious granddaughter getting railed by their farm boy,” he added with a small chuckle, looking up to see you practically crumbling under his touch.
“Come here,” he smiled, leading you towards the bed as he laid down on his back, resting his weight on his elbow as he looked over at you whilst his free hand toyed with his belt, unbuckling it before tugging it off.
Watching him like this sent a shiver down your spine, the feeling accumulating in your stomach as you pressed your thighs together. Your fingers began to unbutton your blouse, earning a low whistle from Leon.
“Atta girl, you know exactly what to do.”
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Trouble Sleeping?
Summary: You are tired of Leon’s snoring.
Gender: Fluff.
Pairing: Death Island Leon x Reader.
A/N: I had to redo this twice ‘cause it got deleted but anyways this is so short i am sorry, I have to clarify that english isn’t my native language so I apologize for any grammar errors, enjoy!
Your marriage with Leon was all you could’ve asked for after so many years of being in love with him, 3 years of dating and now 1 freshly year of marriage, you are so grateful to have someone like Leon as a partner. You respect him and he respects you and there’s no doubt that you two love each other intensely.
However… That doesn’t mean you don’t have problems.
You were currently in your bedroom bed staring deeply at the ceiling stuck in thoughts with a strong frown on your face, sitting up a little you take a look at the clock
2:45 AM.
Leon had an annoying habit at snoring so loud at night, and you understood that he was tired after returning from missions, poor boy never gets to relax at his job but as much as you loved him, you needed to rest tonight.
Sighing, you turn to your side to observe his peaceful state, you almost felt guilty for having to wake him up but he lead you no option.
You raise your hand and place it against his mouth attempting to shut him up for once. To your surprise, Leon stirs a little in his sleep but roughly, he turns to his other side kicking his legs almost throwing you out of the bed. Snoring even louder.
This motherfucker….
Alright, challenge accepted.
You look around trying to find something until an idea crosses your mind.
Smiling wickedly, you take a small pillow and turn to his side again.
You press the pillow on his mouth carefully enough to not suffocate him as you search his face looking for any signs of discomfort but you don’t see any.
The snoring stops but now noises are coming out of his lips thanks to the pillow making pressure on it, making him look like he is beatboxing.
Okay, this was definitely it.
You pat his chest now seriously wanting him to wake up.
“Leon.” You whisper quietly so you don’t scare him as he wakes up.
But… No response.
Sighing you pat his chest harder this time.
“Leon? Wake up.” You tell him again firmly.
Still no response.
“Leon! Wake uuuup.” You start to shake his body roughly this time, getting desperate but he doesn’t react.
What is he? A bear hibernating or something?
You start to get more annoyed, Leon was never a deep sleeper but when he came back exhausted he attempted to be one, and that never irritated you… Well until now.
You are not gonna get away with this Kennedy.
You place yourself at his lap, raising your hand to gently slap him- not enough to hurt but to let him know that you are there.
“Leeeooon.” You repeat the same movements, groaning since he doesn’t wake up. You stare at the clock again.
3:05 AM.
You slap him again harder and he finally reacts, squinting his eyes a little, but just before he talks, you slap him again with such a force that his head turns to his side and you are pretty sure that if it was daytime you will be able to see the red mark on his cheek.
He looks at you so shocked… Like you killed his entire family and burned them in front of him.
“Wha- What was that for?!” He finally speaks after a moment of just looking at each other.
“I don’t know… You tell me.” I talk back at him crossing your arms in your chest.
He stays silent rubbing his eyes looking at you.
“Good morning to you too.”
“It’s 3AM Leon.” You said rolling your eyes.
“Then why would wake me up? Did something happen?” He asks confused and a little concerned looking at you still shocked about the slap thing.
“Nothing happened Leon…” You reassured him. “But did you ever realized you snore a lot?”
“Snore?” He looks at his side and then at you. “I don’t snore.”
“Yes. Yes you do, and loud.” You remark the final part. “You even woke me up, I had to slap you.”
“Okay” He paused. “I am sorry love but you didn’t had to slap me.” He rubs his cheek looking at you a little offended.
“Oh believe me. I had to.” You give him a final look before laying down on the bed, your back facing him. Sighing contently you embrace your pillow. Closing your eyes feeling the sleepiness kick in.
Finally, some peaceful sleep.
“I don’t snore loud.” You heard Leon, interrupting your peaceful state.
“Whatever you say.”
…..
“Did I seriously wake you up?” He said with a softer tone this time.
Some shuffling was heard until you feel some strong arms embracing you from behind. Pressing kisses on you neck as a way to say sorry.
“Forgive me?” He whispers.
“I will think about it…”
“I can make it up to you if that’s what you want.” He says and you feel his hands under your blouse lifting it up.
“Go to sleep Leon.” You stop his wrists from going further.
“But-“
“No way you are trying to get me to do funny stuff at 3 in the morning.” You scoffed at him.
“Is it working?”
“No.”
You heard him laugh from behind and can’t help the smile that starts forming at your lips. You turn and press a delicate kiss on his lips.
“There. You are forgiven now let me sleep in peace.” You rest your head on his chest feeling to his heartbeat, somehow it calmed you down on your rougher moments- just listening to it made you feel so safe.
“Alright m’lady.” He presses a kiss on your head pulling even closer even if that was impossible.
Surely it will be a long morning, not having your enough hours of rest always affected you but seeing Leon’s face when you slapped him, you know is worth it.
Smiling you drift off to sleep.
Or that’s what you thought.
Snores.
…….
Whatever, you weren’t even planing to have a good sleep anyway.
#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#capcom#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy fluff#resident evil#resident evil x you#leon kennedy x you#resident evil x reader#leon kennedy fanfic
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two weeks
Pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader
Summary: "give me two weeks, you won't recognize her."
Warnings: songfic, SMUT SO MINORS DNI, sort sub!leon, confident reader
Author's Notes: if you know this song, you already know what's coming ;) this fanfic is also an ode to my queen fka twigs (so you can imagine the pressure i felt writing this lol). leon is also very lucky with me; first sade and now fka twigs? he is a lucky motherfucker man. enjoy your reading!
my leon's masterlist
"I know it hurts, you know I'd quench that thirst
(I can treat you better than her)
You say you're lonely, I say you'll think about it"
Like most things in your life, it doesn't start the "right" way. Yes, there is a date, but never a proper second or maybe third date, then a kiss. And at a particular stage of life, you didn't think you could seduce or date anyone. Even more so, your partner and friend Leon S. Kennedy. You had lost your touch or never really had one. And he was clearly in love with somebody else.
You had to hear about it occasionally if you decided to join him to drink. It bothered you more than it should, but you could do nothing about it.
And Leon Kennedy had the tendency to only "flirt" as a joke, anyway.
The smiles, the flirty smiles in your direction. They started here and there, just a tiny detail you didn't think much of, figuring it was just Leon being Leon. Then, the flirting. As if you could call it flirting, the man straight invited you to dinner after you two almost died in the hands of a B.O.W.
Leon's priceless face, when you accept it, makes everything almost all worth it.
"Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover
Flying like a streamer, thinking of new ways to do each other"
Leon is unsure during dinner. You watch his eyes wander around the restaurant, never looking straight at your face. The menu has confusing names with food you have never heard of. Leon had chosen a fancy place he clearly never went, and also somewhere he wasn't comfortable.
Later, after eating what you think was a snail with a weird tomato, you question why he brought you here. Leon mumbles he never thought you would accept it.
"Why?"
"I guess because you know...my situation."
"I know it hurts, you know I'd put you first
(I can fuck you better than her)"
Ada Wong? Oh, you knew their situation pretty well. You have heard more than once, actually: she and Leon seem to be connected to each other with a certain tension that never seems to die down over the years. This doesn't frighten you; you never ran away from a challenge. You preferred the harder ones anyway.
You wouldn't be stealing Leon from her since he was never his. And even if he was, it didn't matter.
"It doesn't really matter," You conclude, finishing your drink.
"Why not?"
"Because you could be mine at the end. We can't risk that."
The smile Leon gives you is all the answer you need.
"Feel your body closing, I can rip it open
Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing"
You are bad, Leon realizes, really bad. It is the way you make him feel pleasure, the way look at him, fierce and daring, as if he is the only one for you. It makes him feel special, unique, like Ada never could. Not because she didn't want to but.
"Hey, eyes on me, Leon."
Your authoritative voice calls him back, and Leon feels a chill. He had only seen you concentrated like this during missions. Looking deadly and calm, Leon Kennedy is your target now. Leon shouldn't have invited you to his apartment, but he was curious. Curious to see how further you could actually go.
How you would make him yours.
It could be enough, Leon thinks, his hand pushing your head down into his hard cock. He likes to watch you suffocate and how good your lips are around his dick, your mouth wet and slippery, perfect for him.
After falling into bed, exhausted, Leon confesses, his face hidden by his sweaty hair.
"This...could work."
You smirk back. You could work with that.
"Smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rolling
My thighs are apart for when you're ready to breathe in"
You don't call Leon the next day. Or the other. He calls you on Monday night after a full day of behaving like nothing happened during the weekend as if you two remained just good co-workers.
He comes by your house, and you imagine he will want to finish everything. It would be typical of Leon to get afraid if someone got too close. Leon would apologize and argue it was all a mistake. His kiss as soon as you open the door silences your internal doubts. Leon Kennedy is there, and he wants you.
You take him to your bedroom, clothes falling on the way, and you ignore the little emotion you have when he looks so vulnerable under your palms. You suck him again because Leon Kennedy asks for it. It seems someone has gotten addicted to your mouth.
"So good. Fuck."
You let him moan and tremble in your bed. A bed that you often imagined you would, one day, have Leon for yourself, just for you. His moans fill up the room, and you suspect you will never be able to sleep again without thinking about it.
"Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing
High motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you're mine"
You are at his house now, almost two weeks since this started. Leon has you under him, back against the mattress, legs spread apart. You look a mess, and he loves it. His hands rub your chest, giving your nipple a good squeeze, focusing on moving his hips against you. The way you liked. Oh yeah, Leon Kennedy, in less than two freaking weeks, knows precisely where to hit.
"Shit." He groans, his mouth open with his eyes semi-closed.
He looks sinful. If there was ever some God of sex around or a demon, Leon would be one of his forms used to seduce people. And he is trembling, shaking, panting because of you.
"Leon."
You must remind him to bring himself back and stop teasing you. He looks at you, and his blue eyes darken.
"What do you want? What do you need? You gotta tell me."
Oh, Leon, you think smiling. Still naive about whom exactly was in control there. He forgets sometimes you are as trained as he is. Taking him by surprise, you shift positions, sitting on top of him. Leon's dick goes further inside you, making you both groan.
"You forget Leon, I don't have much patience."
You watch as Leon Kennedy simply collapses in front of your eyes. It had been like this every night you had been together, Leon's expression changing to pure bliss. You think it was nice seeing him like this as you gently grab his face.
"Come on, you know what to do by now."
Leon licks his lips, moaning your name. He raises his hips up with ease, starting to meet your thrusts. You smile, victorious. After you both cum, bodies trembling, you can feel Leon examining your face as his warm hand rubs your cheek gently.
"We could do this if you still want me."
It is adorable how unsure he is still with himself, although his dick was buried deep inside you. As if you hadn't been banging your brains like crazy those last two weeks. But it is the first time he has been truly open.
You lick your lips, whispering.
"I know you aren't mine yet, but..."
"I want to be."
You look into his eyes, looking for any trace of insecurity from Leon. There was none, just the heavy stare of his confession. Leon reminded you of a younger version of himself, one you saw in a picture, his big blue eyes anxious and his face watching you. You knew you were in danger territory now: Leon was letting you in.
"We could do this" Your voice sounds vulnerable and different from earlier. More emotional "It will be slow. We will take our time. No rush."
"Yes."
Leon Kennedy opens a smile that has you hide your face on his neck. You want more, much more, but for now, this is enough.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x you#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy fanfic#leon kennedy fanfics#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy imagines#i seriously 100% hope i made justice to my queen fka twigs#CAUSE THIS SONG IS NOT TOO BE MESSED WITH
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Leon getting into a relationship with Ashley would be one of the greatest things in the world to ever happen to him if he took up her offer.
She is the ray of sunlight that cuts through his dark nights, she's salvation for a damned man, and someone who is careful and attentive to his sensitive heart.
I honestly feel that Ashley is the only one who could give him the clearest cut path to getting back to himself. To where he can leave himself unarmed and drop his defenses, and be okay with that again.
Capcom has a golden opportunity to make this happen if they make good on Ashley's interest in becoming an agent, herself, wanting to be Leon's partner.
Imagine how bright a future Leon would have if he allowed himself to be happy with someone who's all in it for him.
I agree with you 100% until the agent part.
I don't think Ashley will become an agent, and I don't think she should, either. Even ignoring the inherent tragedy that exists when a non-violent person turns to violence, if she heads down that road, at some point, the truth about Leon is going to come out -- and once she finds out that he's doing this all against his will, she won't want anything to do with it.
If anything, I see her being stricken by Sherry's story and the tragedy of the found family that never was, and I see Ashley turning to civil service, instead. It might be too late to reunite Sherry and Leon in a meaningful way, but she can work towards making sure that situation never happens again.
But I also don't think that she was serious about wanting to become an agent in the first place. I think she was just spitballing ideas for ways that she and Leon can continue a relationship once this mission is over. And when he's less than enthused with -- and even kind of bothered by -- her suggestion, she lets it drop immediately without a fight with a "you're no fun."
What I do actually think could happen is that, at some point in the probably near future after President Graham resigns, Ashley reaches out to Leon in an attempt to join the fight against bioterrorism -- and he'd probably set her up to meet with Claire. Even though Claire and Leon are traveling down different paths in this fight, and sometimes their objectives clash with one another (see: the ending of Infinite Darkness), he recognizes the work that she's doing as being vital -- and, most importantly, it's non-violent work (though, Claire, being a Redfield, puts herself in dangerous situations anyway but that's beside the point lmao).
Of course, this is all just theoretical "what-ifs" assuming that the remakes are a completely new timeline and will do something different from the storyline of OG canon -- which, they won't, because they're just remakes and not a separate series, and Capcom is still building onto the OG story. We know, of course, that Ashley just falls away from the story and out of Leon's life, and that's the end of it. And it'd be weird to bring her back into the story out of nowhere after being completely absent from it for 11 years canonically (Death Island takes places in 2015). She's not Rebecca Chambers or Barry Burton; she's not a main character that they'd be willing to bring back suddenly after a long absence. (We'll see Billy Coen show up again before Ashley Graham makes another appearance.) So we'll very likely never see her again, and none of this matters anyway. But it's still fun to think about.
I do think that you can make a case for a direct correlation between Ashley disappearing from Leon's life and his gradual descent into a bottle of Jack Daniels, though. Everyone in the RE universe is so wrapped up in their own bullshit that they don't take the time to check in with each other the way they probably should. The only two people who stay close to each other and take care of one another are Chris and Jill, and that's because of the partnership they'd already had before everything went to shit.
But let's take a look at Leon's "partners" throughout the years: Ada, Hunnigan, Luis, Krauser, Ashley, and Helena. Luis and Krauser are self-explanatory lmao you can't be in someone's life if you're dead (and also fucking insane, in Krauser's case). Helena and Leon work in two separate branches of federal law enforcement, so their partnership is over after RE6 ends. Leon and Hunnigan seem to have a relationship that's so professional that I'd be willing to bet they've only met in person a handful of times. Ada is... Ada. That's a whole fuckin can of worms we won't go into as much as I'd like to go off on a rant about how Damnation confirming that he fucked her at some point prior to that movie is the most egregious act of self-harm he ever engaged in and absolutely sped up his downward spiral into full-blown alcoholism.
And then there's Ashley. The only person on this list who could have theoretically stayed in Leon's life after their ordeal together, because there really is nothing tangible actually keeping them apart, but... doesn't. And there is absolutely nothing in her character that indicates that she was the one who pulled away from him. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that she fought like hell to try to stay in his life. But he pushed her away. And, because it's Leon, he probably didn't do it maliciously; it was probably done out of a sense of professionalism paired with an unconscious self-destructive reaction tendency born from a lifetime of trauma.
But, even in OG? Leon's interactions with Ashley are the most "normal" he seems to feel and act after RE2. After RE4, he's never that warm, playful, or expressive again. Leon becomes more and more emotionally closed off until, eventually, Chris Redfield is screaming at his drunk ass in an empty bar in the middle of the day because he's too hammered to properly follow a conversation, and the only emotions he ever shows outwardly anymore are frustration and sorrow.
Ashley was an anchor to reality for him. She was arguably the first and only one since Sherry to make him feel like he was actually a person and not just a sophisticated weapon in the US's arsenal to be pulled out and used when necessary until broken.
And that probably scared the shit out of him. For multiple reasons. So he pushed her away, and that was the end of that. (It was an unfortunate side effect from the dramatic change he underwent between RE2 and RE4.)
But imagine a version of events where he didn't do that -- where he was brave enough to be vulnerable enough to actually keep her in his life. Do you really think he still would've developed a drinking habit that eventually turned into a full-blown problem? Because I don't. Sometimes, all it takes is just that one person -- that one person who loves you, that one person who inspires you to keep going. And Ashley believed in him more than anyone. He would've kept his head above water for her sake, and he'd have been better off for it.
I honestly believe, especially after RE4make, that Ashley was/could've been the love of Leon's life, but he was just too fucking scared and up his own asshole in his misery to even think to give it a chance. She brings out the best in him in ways that literally no one else does in the entire rest of the series. And they have a relationship unlike any other that Leon has with anyone else -- it's one that was built on a foundation of explicit trust and only grew from there.
Leon and Ashley trust each other on the same level that Chris and Jill do. Maybe even more. They had to, in order to make it out of Spain that unnamed European country alive. And, at no point ever, is that trust ever tarnished, damaged, or betrayed. To even just call them "partners" feels like an understatement. In remake, by the end of the game, they're two parts of the same machine working in tandem towards the same goal.
He would've kept lifting her up, and she would've kept him honest if they'd stayed in contact after RE4. And, having her to come home to, he would've been able to breathe a little easier between missions. The weight wouldn't feel as crushing. She'd be a constant reminder that he wasn't a complete failure, and that there are still things in this world worth fighting for. There was a potential for happiness there that he threw away, because he simply couldn't see it at the time.
Because, here's the thing. By the time of Vendetta, Leon has become so beaten down and mired in his own failures that he's started to believe that his only legacy is death. But that's not true. Ashley is his legacy. Everything she does, and everything she is, and every act that she performs to make the world a better place (and you gotta believe she's actively doing her part), is only possible because of him. And he loses sight of that, the same way he lost sight of it with Sherry (do nOT GET ME STARTED ON HIM FUCKING ADMITTING HE HADN'T TALKED TO HER IN AT LEAST 3 YEARS BY THE START OF RE6 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME LEON).
And, don't get me wrong. I get why he did it. I understand why he wanted to pull away from Ashley, especially right after returning home -- but to not go back to her -- to purposefully make the conscious decision to keep her out of his life? Is to also purposefully leave the "What're you, my mother?"/"I knew you'd be fine if you landed on your butt" part of him behind.
I've long since said that Leon never actually truly escaped Raccoon City -- that some part of him did bleed to death in the sewers after being shot and was left there forever. And I think that's true for his relationship with Ashley, too. Cutting her out of his life also forced him to cut a piece of himself off in order to create that break, and she's still carrying it with her.
And if he'd just pick up the phone and fucking call her, she might bring that little piece of him back with her. And maybe, for the first time in a long time, he'd remember how to take a moment and breathe and laugh at some dumb bullshit, and it'd allow him to see a world and a life outside of the constant horror show of bioterrorism. Maybe he'd remember what it was like to actually feel sexy, and maybe he'd start to feel like a person again. And maybe -- just maybe -- he'd finally see that "home" isn't the country that he slavishly (literally) serves to thanklessly protect -- but that it's a person, and her name is Ashley Graham.
#resident evil#resident evil 4#leon kennedy#ashley graham#I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TWO#REMAKE DID THE ABSOLUTE MOST#THE REMAKE IS EVERYTHING#dear god leon would be such a Boyfriend if these two ever got together#i used to joke that leon would be the shittiest boyfriend on the planet#and for the most part i still think that's true#but if it was ashley?#completely different ballgame#motherfucker sends flowers to her office on her birthday#don't tell me he doesn't#oh wait i also forgot the#meta analysis#tag
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— again | leon kennedy
pairing: leon x afab reader
warnings: smut!, fingering, hair pulling, name calling, praising, unprotected sex :0, aftercare <33
synopsis: training with leon leaves you sore in more than 1 way
wc: 2k+
note: i thought abt this at work and when i got home i immediately started writing
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“Again” Leon’s voice pierced through the air as you swiped away your sweat. You huffed and swung at him, but he blocked it— again. “Again” You shook your head as your lungs, and muscles were working overtime. “Can’t” you said breathlessly as you felt your vision slowly get hazy, “Yes you can go again” You felt your body getting more and more tired, but you knew if you didn’t do what Leon said he’d make you do sit-ups or running as punishment.
You felt anger bubbling as his voice replayed like a broken record in your head. “Again, Again, Again, Again” Your vision went blurry and you could barely hear his voice as you swayed and lunged at him with all the force you could muster up. You went straight for his face— then you were on the floor on your back.
You were gasping as the wind was knocked out of you— you couldn’t see or hear anything, all you could feel was pain. You felt your heart beating out of your chest and you were desperately trying to breathe— You felt hands helping you up and to sit on your ass.
“Drink some water” You heard softly but mostly ringing and you turned and tried to grab whatever was being handed to you but you completely missed. Leon shook his head “Here” You felt something being pressed to your lips, you leaned back and drank up the water.
It was ice cold and refreshing, you quickly chugged it like a little kid breathing heavily, you felt it leave your lips and you chased after it desperately. “Whoa hold on” you heard a little more clearly and you slowly started to regain your sight. Water dribbled down your chin and onto your neck, as you cleared your throat.
You huffed as you regained your breath and felt Leon press a rag to your forehead wiping sweat as you wiped your chin and neck. “You almost got me” he chuckled softly “Almost isn’t good enough” you huffed out pulling at your shirt— feeling sticky and sweaty.
Your muscles were aching and you wanted to continue, but you knew you couldn’t push yourself too hard or you’d snap. “I just— need a minute,” you said laying down, you sighed in satisfaction as your back met the cold floor. “I’m not too sure you can take anymore” he chuckled softly watching you starfished on the ground trying to catch your breath.
“I can— I just need a minute” you groaned, was this motherfucker deaf? You just needed to recollect yourself for a second before you came back swinging— metaphorically and literally. Leon rolled his eyes watching your chest go up and down, over and over again. There was something about seeing you all sweaty and riled up that made his cheeks flush ever so lightly.
He ignored those thoughts and swallowed dryly, “Okay, I think I’m okay” you said sitting up and reaching your hand out— signaling Leon to help you up. Leon chuckled as you mumbled under your breath, he grasped your hand before pulling you up.
He might’ve pulled too hard because you went flying into his chest, “What the fuck Leon” you said holding onto him because your legs were jelly. He laughed and you felt the vibration ring through him and you slowly felt a flicker in your stomach as his hands were on you. “You definitely aren’t up to continuing— look at you,” he said smirking lightly as his fingers dug deeper into your skin.
You didn’t want to admit that he was right, but there was tension slowly building and it was making your legs weaker than they already were. “I can walk asshole,” you said feigning confidence, you knew you couldn’t but you didn’t want to look at Leon’s face anymore before he noticed your face growing even more red.
You pushed yourself away from him and tried to take a step before immediately falling, Leon rushed to catch you— but the momentum caused both of you to fall. Leon quickly hugged you and turned so he would hit the floor instead of squishing you like a pancake. “Fuck” he groaned and you felt butterflies as you looked up at him.
Your hands were on his chest and you pressed yourself to get up, but Leon stopped you. “Hold on, give me a sec’” he sighed, you smirked, “Now who’s the one who needs a second”. Leon’s eyes shot open “Shut up,” he said, shaking his head. His hand was on your waist and you were painfully aware of it.
You could feel the heat slowly going to your center and it was becoming uncomfortable as your thighs squeezed together. Your breath hitched as Leon sat up and was still holding onto you. Leon groaned mentally as his pants were getting tighter looking at your helpless state, unable to walk— he wished you were unable to walk because of something else.
You looked up at him through your lashes and Leon’s lips parted as he slowly pulled you into his lap. You both were holding your breath as you both inched closer to one another. You could feel the heat radiating off him and you wanted to share that— you licked your lips and Leon looked down at you.
His gaze was dark and you felt electricity through your body— you brought your hand to the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his. He immediately melted into you and dug his finger into you, you pressed your chest to him as he pulled you in even closer. “Fuck” he mumbled in between kisses as his dick grew, you smirked against him and your hips jerked causing him to gasp lightly.
You felt his tongue meet yours as you entangled your fingers into his hair, Leon’s hips ground up into yours making you both moan. “Leon” you moaned as he pulled away and left sloppy kisses on your neck. You gasped as he bit you lightly before kissing it right after and leaving red marks all over you.
“Please” you moaned not even sure what you were asking for, “Tell me you want me” Leon gruffed against your neck grinding into you, “I want you Leon,” you said pulling his hair. Leon immediately pulled away from your skin and took off your shirt kissing your chest and cupping your breasts. “I’m going to take care of you” Leon mumbled and you felt a surge of electricity sprung through you after hearing that.
You tugged at his shirt trying to take it off, he understood your signal as he pulled away and peeled his shirt off too. You reached back and unclasped your bra letting it fall as Leon kissed your lips again. He cupped your chest again as he played with your nipple— rolling it between his fingers before he pinched and pulled lightly. You gasped and moaned as your hips sputtered and he smiled against your plush lips.
Leon let go as he unbuckled his belt, you tried to lift to take off your shorts but Leon stopped you. “I said I’d take care of you,” he said as his face got serious, he unzipped your shorts before slipping them off you, you felt the cold air hit your clothed cunt and you whined. “Leon please” again the mindlessly begging.
He reached into his boxers pulling out his cock and you looked down swallowing dryly. He smirked watching you gawk at him, “Take a picture it’ll last longer” you furrowed your brows “Shut up” you said rolling your eyes as he pushed your panties to the side. His fingers grazed your wet cunt making you take a breath through your teeth as he looked at you watching to see your reactions.
He rubbed your clit and you squirmed, he then plunged his fingers into you making your head fall into the crook of his neck. You moaned as his fingers flicked into you, “Leon I want more” you said breathlessly, he chuckled “Want what?” you groaned and tried to grind into his fingers.
“Nun uh, say it,” Leon said, slapping your clit, you moaned and tried to speak before he slapped it again. You couldn’t find the words and Leon wasn’t helping, “Leon please— can’t—think” you said as tears were forming as he kept slapping your clit, again, again, and again.
“Fuck me!” you said frustrated and exhausted, Leon stopped and smiled “Atta girl”. He then brought you closer as you hovered over his dick, he held you by your hips before he pushed you slowly onto him. You moaned in satisfaction as he fits perfectly as you hugged his cock. You grew impatient as you wanted to feel him pound into you, “move Leon please” he followed your request immediately.
His hips bucked up into you making you moan and he groaned, he set a nice pace as you threw your head back. Leon laid down as you played with your chest, you reached down and tried to rub your clit before Leon grabbed your hand. “Do you know how to listen?” he gruffed before grabbing you and flipping you over.
Your back met the cold ground and he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, he went back into you and you bit your lip. His hips slapped into yours as you grabbed his forearm, his thumb pressed against your clit and rubbed circles, you felt coils of pleasure in your lower stomach. Leon picked up the pace as your moans grew louder and he felt himself slowly losing all thoughts.
He could only focus on how good you felt, and how desperately he wanted to see you cum all over him. His hips fucked into you faster and harder as your moans started to become higher pitched. The coils were slowly getting tighter and you let yourself become lost in the way Leon’s hips rolled against yours.
Your eyes rolled back as he dipped down and kissed your neck, “Yeah— fuck, oh my god” you moaned as his finger kept circling your clit. He felt a cramp in his hand and arm forming but he ignored it— he didn’t care one bit as long as you were satisfied.
Leon moaned as he felt his high creeping up, “Oh my god— you feel so fucking good, you were made for me— such a perfect slut” he said smiling as sweat was dripping down his face. The coils were getting tighter and tighter and you couldn’t hold them back anymore as Leon grabbed your hands and placed them above your head with one hand. “Leon— I’m gonna cum— please don’t stop” you moaned as your pleasure went into crescendo.
You snapped and gushed onto him as your voice cracked, Leon kept rubbing your clit and you whined as you felt overstimulation creeping up. “I know— almost there” he chuckled and moved his hand from your clit to the back of your leg. His other hand pressed into your wrists as his thrusts got sloppier, “God look at you— so pretty, you’re such a pretty girl huh? My pretty little whore”
You both moaned as he groaned and pulled out and finished all over your stomach and chest. “Jesus christ” He moaned as his cock twitched, you both were breathing heavily as you both caught your breath. Leon got up zipping his pants, and grabbed the rag pouring some water on it before coming back and pressing it to your forehead.
You smiled softly as you closed your eyes leaning into the cold rag. He smiled softly watching your chest go up and down, he then cleaned up the mess he made— he wiped your fluids before wiping your stomach and chest. He threw the rag in the corner before helping you get dressed and he pulled you into his warm arms, his back was pressed against the wall as you were in between his legs. He smiled as he played with your hair as you slowly drifted into sleep not caring about being on the ground.
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