#officer leon kennedy
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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
pairing: leon s. kennedy x reader
summary: a trip to medical ends in a steamy encounter between Leon and his sexy nurse. (leon and his slutty!wifey roleplay a bit)
words: 4.4k
warnings: 18+ smut, some plot, mostly smut, rough sex, unprotected sex: wrap it before you tap it, daddy kink, switch!leon kennedy, switch!reader, officer leon kennedy, domestic leon kennedy, re2/re6 leon kennedy, i couldn't decide, oral sex (m-receiving), slight orgasm denial, spanking, biting, hair-pulling, all that fun stuff, medical inaccuracies (probably)
notes: pure self indulgent filth. minors pls don't interact, it's for your own good. i'm a sick person.
"Ow! Fuck, be careful..." Leon growls, wincing in pain while you disinfect the wound on his cheek "It stings, stop it..."
"What's wrong?" You ask, pulling away.
"It stings like hell! Do you have anything that can numb it?" He replies as he winces even more at just the touch. Such a baby, you think. "The sooner it heals up, the better...".
"I'm– I'm sorry, Officer Kennedy, but I'm afraid that won't be possible. In order to apply a numbing ointment, I'd still have to disinfect the wound first." You say softly, using a feather-like touch to continue your job.
"Why is everything in this goddamn job so painful...?" He mutters to himself as he holds his breath during the disinfection. "Just hurry up, please. How’s it looking anyways?"
"It's not too bad. You won't be needing stitches. It should heal nicely." You say optimistically, continuing to dab at his wound. "It’d be a shame to permanently scar that face." You mutter teasingly to take his attention away from the pain.
He blushes a little bit as you compliment him and he tries to hide it. "Well, even if it left a scar I wouldn't be bothered that much... Scars are a symbol that you've survived against the odds. They tell stories of the past, you know?"
"Yes, you're absolutely right. And... I heard scars are quite sexy to the ladies." You say, raising your brows with a smile. He blushes a bit as you say that.
"Huh? Well, I guess you're right. Though… I think what ladies really like is a confident man,” He replies smugly. "And I'm definitely not shy when it comes to beautiful women."
"Yeah?" You prod, taking a gentle hold of his chin to turn his face in order to see his wound more clearly.
His blush intensifies as you do this and he looks straight into your eyes. "Yeah.... And a beautiful lady like you could make any man confident." he whispers as his face goes completely red.
"Mhh, you flatter me, Officer Kennedy." You chuckle, sadly dropping his chin to dispose of your dirtied sanitizing supplies and dig through your first aid kit for a butterfly bandage. You remove it from its packaging, ignoring his intense stare. "I need to pinch the split skin together in order to ensure the wound closes accordingly, is that alright?" You ask.
"Y-Yeah, go ahead..." He replies as he sees you taking the butterfly bandage out. He notices you ignoring him and not returning his stare, which makes him feel embarrassed. Does she not like my compliments?
Your bashful expression says otherwise. Carefully, you press the split skin together, closing the wound with the butterfly bandage. Your touch was gentle.
He stares at your expression with a small smile as he sees you applying the bandage, feeling relaxed as your touch is gentle. He notices your bashfulness and it makes him feel excited that you could be interested in him.
"You are very... uh... delicate, aren't you?" He says, stumbling over his words a bit.
"All in a day's work..." You reply, delicately applying a soothing ointment to his wound now that it was disinfected. You move from his side, removing your gloves with ease. One falls to the floor and you bend to pick it up, accidentally exposing the lacy underwear beneath your short nurse's outfit.
He notices you bending to pick up the glove that dropped, revealing your panties. He blushes even more as takes in your beautiful figure, and he has to hold his breath in order to not let a moan escape his mouth.
He tries to hide his embarrassment by looking away but he can't help it as his eyes keep focusing back on you. He tries to speak up. "Why– do you wear such...uh...cute clothes for this? I thought you were supposed to wear more neutral outfits for this kind of job...?"
"Oh, um… The higher-ups thought it would help boost the patients’ morale." You explain, throwing away the soiled supplies. Leon's eyes follow your form as it moves beneath your tight dress.
"I think it's just a lame excuse to be able to leer at the nurses. What's really so morale-boosting about some lace panties?" He says, his blush still very much present. "Well... Not that I'm complaining though... You do look very cute in these..." He blushes even more as he tries to hide it. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you hear his words.
"...that's just a personal preference. They don't really care about what we wear beneath the uniform." You say shyly, embarrassed that he caught that detail.
"Oh, well... If it's a personal preference, you've sure got great taste." He tries to joke as his heart starts racing even faster. He still finds the clothes a bit weird to be using in this context, but he still can't complain when the clothes are this cute on you.
You shyly bite your lip and run your fingers across the short hem on your dress. "It's protocol to keep you here overnight for observation. Can I help you with anything else to make your stay more enjoyable?" You ask innocently, too innocently for your suggestive tone. His face turns into a huge smile as he hears the last sentence and raises an eyebrow.
"Uh...? What do you mean by that?" He replies in a flustered manner as his blush deepens even more. Something tells you he knows exactly what you mean.
"Just doing my job, sir." You say innocently, moving towards him. "Here let me help you." You offer, urging him forward. Your touch is gentle as you run your hand up his strong arm. When he leans forward, you fluff the pillows behind him before moving your hand across his toned chest, urging him back. You giggle sweetly at his stunned expression. "Much better, right?"
He starts to feel more and more flustered by your sweet tone and your soft hands.
He's starting to feel something rising down there, and he's hoping you don't notice… You’re definitely way too gentle and sweet with him...
"Y-Yeah... It already feels better... Thanks, nurse..." He mumbles as his lips curve up into a smile.
"You can call me Y/n." You suggest, biting your lip. Leon's eyes are drawn to the sweet blush across your cheeks. I bet she's a brat in bed, he thinks.
"Mhh... Y/n..." He says, tasting the words in a flirty tone as his smile gets a lot more confident. He notices you biting your lip and that you’re feeling a bit shy, and it makes him want to tease you... It'd be so fun to make her fall even more for him. "That's a very cute name for such a beautiful lady..."
"Mhh, you think so?" You giggle sweetly, your touch gentle as you run your hand soothingly up his strong arm.
“Yeah, I love this name. I haven't met any beauty as sweet and as lovely as you before. With a name to match. " He replies as he starts feeling his heart racing even faster. He's getting excited by the way you’re treating him. It's so relaxing and so hot at the same time, and his body is becoming very sensitive to your touch...
And… the feeling down there now is becoming harder and harder to hide.
"Thank you, Leon. You're so sweet." You say, shyly brushing your hair back. Leon's eyes fall to the way your breasts press against each other at the action. God, this uniform mandate really was morale-boosting.
"Can I help you with anything else, Leon?" You ask sweetly, tilting your head innocently. Your eyes, however, are anything but innocent. She was definitely a brat in bed, Leon decides. Teasing him like this, how cruel.
“You know very well what I want, don't you?..." He dares to say with a small wink. "And you're still playing innocent?" He shakes his head with a tsk.
You widen your eyes purposefully. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid I don't understand. Is there something else that needs treating that I missed, Leon?"
He sighs in a playful-annoyed tone as you’re playing innocent again. He finds it cute and hot, but it's also driving him crazy. “As cute and innocent as you're trying to look, Y/n, it's not that hard to know what a man wants..." He replies in a flirtatious tone as he smirks at you. "But maybe I need to make it more clear for you..."
As soon as he feels your breath on his ear, he shivers and goosebumps appear all over his body. She's too good at this. "I would really appreciate it if you communicated every ache, every itch that needs scratching, sir." You say, bending to whisper the words in his ear sweetly.
He manages to regain control over himself quickly, grabbing your arm and pulling you against him. He nuzzles into your neck as he whispers back in a playful manner. "Every ache... And itch... I've got one in a specific place. Maybe you could help me by scratching it–?"
"Mhh, or do you need me to kiss it better, Leon?" You tease, licking your bottom lip suggestively before biting the plump flesh with a wink.
His face turns into a huge blush and his heartbeat starts accelerating even more as he watches you move in close, staring into his eyes. His mind goes absolutely blank and he can only stare at you in shock. His breathing becomes heavier as he looks at your lips and how you bite them... He's lost in the moment and he can’t really comprehend what you just said.
"Leon? Can you show me where it hurts?" You continue to tease him with a pout. God, she was such a fucking brat.
He can't help but feel both embarrassed and surprised at how forward your question is. He clears his throat "Uh... R-Right here..." He says in a nervous manner as his blush deepens even more, then he points at his lap. You follow his line of sight and smile.
"Aww, poor baby. How long has it been hurting?" You pout, a mischievous look in your eyes before you move to lock the door and shut the blinds.
He looks at you with a shocked expression as he watches you.
Wow... Is she really doing this? He thinks to himself as he shifts a bit in excitement.
"Do you want me to kiss it better, baby?" You ask sweetly.
Leon starts to feel his breath getting heavier as his heart is racing faster "Ah... Y-Yeah..." He replies softly, still feeling his face turn into a brighter red as he slowly nods.
"Alright, help me up, baby." You say, toeing your white high heels off, leaving you in white thigh-high stockings. You raise up onto the bed with his help, your soft form shifting in the cute, tight nurse's outfit.
He gazes up at you while you get on the bed. He's completely transfixed.
You lean in, resting yourself on his lap. Leaving a trail of kisses down the sensitive skin of his neck, you continue to tease him. "Where did it hurt again, sir?"
His body shudders violently as he feels your warm breath on his skin.
"I-It's here..." He answers as he lays back a bit and palms at his aching length through his trousers.
"Mhh." You sigh into his ear, riling him up further. "Will you let me make it better?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Here, help me out of this." You say innocently, guiding his hands up to your body, encouraging him to palm at your chest and unfasten the buttons of your nurse's dress. He gulps as you say that, but he immediately starts unbuttoning the uniform as you asked. This is happening... This is really happening...
"Thank you, sir." You sigh, slipping the dress off your shoulders, exposing your body to him. He's almost speechless as his eyes are filled with shock and surprise when he sees you in this state. The white lingerie and the white thigh-high stockings. Fuck, she is so sexy , Leon thinks to himself, pressing his crotch up. You moan at the contact.
"O-Oh... W-wow..." He mutters dumbly as a pretty blush creeps up his neck, too transfixed to speak but he's not complaining one bit, on the contrary.
You giggle sweetly, biting your lip and leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, right on the wound you had cleaned and dressed for him. Your kiss sends shivers all over his body. He can't help but keep his eyes closed, feeling his breath getting heavier yet again and his heartbeat speeding up even more.
After the kiss, all he can do is stare at you with a look of pure happiness, looking at you as if he had never witnessed something so beautiful as you in his entire life.
"Let me treat you, hmm?" You offer, sliding your body down his, until your breasts are resting on his lap. You gaze up at him as you move to unbuckle his belt, the piercing sound making you shiver. You bite your lip and eye him innocently, pulling him out of his pants and leaving a kiss at the tip of his length.
He gulps once again and smiles at her. She is just stunning... It's like those goddesses from the movies, but even better... You’re absolutely perfect in his eyes. He can't help but feel his heartbeat accelerating yet again.
You release him from your hold to let your hair down from its confinement, your nurse's cap still resting delicately on top of your head.
"God, you're... beautiful, Y/n." He says in such a soft and honest tone as he stares at you with a big smile on his face, his eyes filled with pure admiration.
You smile back up at him, taking him back into your hold and licking up his length with a wink. "Thank you, sir. I aim to please."
He lets out a soft gasp as he feels your lips. It's such a warm feeling. He's slowly losing the ability to speak at this point.
You notice his speechless state and giggle, taking him into your mouth with a sweet moan at his taste. The vibration sent shivers down Leon's spine. his eyes immediately snap open with a huge blush as he lets out a groan this time.
You continue to work up and down his length, swirling your tongue around him as you bring him to a state of complete bliss. When you see his writhing form getting close, you release him from your mouth with a vulgar pop!
The sweet feeling is so intense, it's just, indescribable. And it was driving him crazy. He was never expecting such a sensation, yet he just couldn't ask her to stop... Oh, how could she do such a perfect job? This is heaven... But she's also leaving him... Edging him…
God, why? He feels like this must be the best feeling in the world, so he's unable to say anything as he can't think straight on his own. And maybe he doesn't care. It felt so good...so, so, sooo good...he was completely at her mercy... And—
"Mhh, does it feel better yet, Mr. Leon?" You ask teasingly.
"N-Nnn... Not yet..." He replies breathlessly, his body trembling with every movement of yours. He's completely lost at this moment, and it doesn't seem like he's able to really think straight. He's already moaning again from your work. He just can't resist you. It must be impossible to resist her.
Without warning, you take him down your throat once again. Leon squirms beneath you at the feeling, pressing his hips closer to you with a pathetic whimper. He was so close.
You don’t stop this time, working him until he's a moaning mess, spilling into your pretty mouth with an airy groan.
He can't help but bite his lip as he experiences the most incredible sensation he had ever felt in his entire life. The thing that really kills him is the way you smile up at him as you lick up his essence, so innocently. Brat, he thinks with half-lidded eyes. You release his softening length with a sigh, swiping up with the bit of his cum that had spilled out of your mouth before licking it up with a moan.
"Does it feel better, sir?" He hears you say. He lets out a contented noise as he looks down at you. His body shivers as you tuck him back into his pants with ease before moving up his body, pressing your breasts into his toned chest.
He's enjoying his time with you quite a lot.
She's such a beauty... Everything about her is just so perfect... She's just... Absolutely perfect... He sighs once more and smiles at you, his arms sliding around your waist.
"Thank you, Y/n.” He says with a tender tone as he feels his breath accelerating yet again, feeling his heart rate increase with the movement of your body against his.
He lets out another contented noise as he's unable to control himself, and he starts kissing your cheek.
Her body felt so good against his...
She was truly perfection. He could tell you were enjoying this too. She's just perfect, all of her. Her beauty and charm, her innocence and brattiness.
"Mhh, need you." Is all you can say, whimpering into his ear as you press your aching core against him and lick at his neck. You’re trembling above him, your arousal evident. Poor thing, she must be so worked up, Leon thinks.
His body shivers violently, feeling your tongue and your breath on his neck. He has never felt like this. And now all he can think of is more. And more. Of you. Your touch was driving him crazy. Your tongue...
God, this must be heaven... He wants to return the favor. To please you like you’re doing to him. But, where to start?
He feels you guide his hands to your body, as if giving him permission to touch you. And he's not one to resist an angel’s directions. His hands start exploring everything he can reach and touch as he starts to feel you all over. His eyes widen as he does this.
"You're so soft... so sweet... and all mine..." His voice is shining with excitement as he moves his hands, gently moving them around your body. The lights above shine down on you, creating the illusion of a halo around your sweet form. Leon can't help himself anymore, sitting up and bringing you with him, licking a stripe up your neck as he palms your sweet ass. "You're perfect, Y/n.” He says breathlessly before leaning in to kiss your lips passionately.
You moan into the kiss, knitting your delicate fingers into his soft hair, pulling at the light strands.
As the kiss goes on, he moves his hands to your arms and starts holding you close. He can't express his feelings enough, this was heaven and all his emotions are overwhelming him a little right now. You’re too beautiful. His mind simply can't believe that you’re here, with him.
The most beautiful thing on earth. He can't put it into words. All he can do is continue kissing you. A few more kisses is all he wants now. He is already beyond content as it is.
But you aren't, squirming in his lap for contact.
"Please..." You moan sweetly into the kiss, running your perfectly-manicured nails down his toned back. The nails against his body feel like fire. He's getting even more sensitive to the sensation.
He breaks the kiss after a few seconds, still shaking a little but looking at you with a look of pure bliss as he breathes a bit heavier. He's still holding you close. A string of saliva connects you two and Leon takes in your desperate expression with arousal forming in him once again. God, I want to ruin her.
"What is it, Y/n? What do you want?" Leon asks with a smile, kissing your cheek once again. He runs his hands up your stocking-clad thighs, squeezing at the soft flesh, his lip caught between his teeth at the sight of your body. He trails a hand up, delighting in the way you squirms, before reaching your jaw. You moan shyly, hiding your face in his neck. He brushes your hair back and eyes you curiously. "Tell me. Anything. It's all yours..."
"Please. I need you." You stumble to say, catching his thumb in between your lips and sucking at it, reminding him of your earlier treatment.
He smiles, feeling the sound of your moaning and feeling your breath on his neck. He can feel his arousal growing again.
"Tell me exactly what you want me to do..." He replies with a commanding tone, looking at you with a heated gaze.
"I... I want you. To fill me, please." You plead sweetly. A faint smile crosses across his face as he hears you. He felt his heart beating faster, this was what he wanted.
He nods, looking directly into your pretty eyes as he orders you. "On your hands and knees, now."
You whimper at his words, turning around in his lap and getting on your hands and knees, your firm, supple ass right in front of his face.
He takes a deep breath before speaking again, his voice still full of authority. "Good girl..."
You moan out loud at his words, rubbing your tight-clad thighs together for a semblance of contact to your most sensitive area. "Please. Please, sir."
His eyes widen a little as you continue moaning and begging him. He looks at you as he sits up behind you, a little grin as he speaks now, his voice a little less commanding and a little more caring now. "Please what, babydoll?"
“Please, fill me!" You moan, wiggling your hips in an attempt to entice him to act.
His body moves automatically as he lets out a soft groan, removing himself from his trousers once again. He was trying to be more dominant and strict, but that was so hard when it came to her. He couldn't help but smile seeing her squirm. She must really be enjoying this.
Brat, he thinks, an idea popping up in his head at the thought. He delivers a firm slap to your ass. “Try again. But this time, ask me nicely."
"’M sorry. Please, sir, please fill me up." You whimper, arching into the mattress and pushing your hips against his. When you feel him begin to palm your ass, you smile against your forearm, arching into his touch.
"... Good girl..." You moan at the way he addresses you. The feeling of him tearing off those lace panties that began this all makes you bite your lip, overwhelmed by excitement. "Tell me what you want one more time." He says, teasing at your soaked entrance. Your cheeks are burning now as you try to push your hips against his, but his firm hold on your waist prevents you from succeeding. "C'mon, babydoll. Tell me what you want your daddy to do." Leon says, palming your ass and grinding against your core without entering you. You whine at the contact, the sheets beneath you wrinkling as your hold on them tightens.
"Please, daddy, please, fuck me." You moan out. He looks at you with a smile. When he pushes into your soaked heat without warning, you can't help but moan pathetically. "Oh, Leon!"
"Yeah, babydoll?" He says with a teasing smile. "You just needed your daddy, didn't you?"
“Yes, please. Harder!" You moan, your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he fucks you roughly. He gives your ass a firm slap, biting his lip as your moans reach his hearing.
"...such a good girl ..." You whine at his words, beginning to fuck yourself on his cock, your hips slamming back against his roughly. Leon's hands creep up and undo your bra, exposing your chest to the cold atmosphere.
Your moans begin to blend into each other, alerting Leon that you were close to reaching your peak.
“‘M gonna cum.” You whimper. He pulls you up by the shoulder, his grip firm before he slinks his hand into your hair, pulling roughly at the strands. You whine pathetically at the treatment. “Can I cum?”
His mind is going crazy. This is pure perfection. Pure heaven.
"You know better. Ask me again." He growls, palming at your breasts, tweaking your sensitive nipples before he bites at your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin.
"Can I cum, please? Please, daddy." You whimper into his ear, resting your head back on his shoulder as he continues to thrust up into your warm heat.
His arousal spikes and he bites his lip a little. "Yes, cum for me."
At his command, you feel that knot in your stomach snap, your body beginning to tremble as incoherent moans of pleasure spill from your pretty, swollen lips.
If not for Leon holding you up, you would have slumped onto the mattress, exhaustion filling you as you began to come down from your peak. Leon gently leads you onto your stomach and continues to use you for his own pleasure. It's not long before Leon reaches his peak once again, spilling into your trembling form with an airy groan, his grip firm on your ass and hip. You whine at the roughness.
He looks down at you as he catches his breath, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. His heart is beating harder and faster than ever. He's got to be dreaming. He's never been so happy.
He eases out of you slowly, turning you onto your back and wiping away the tears staining your heated cheeks. "Good girl, such a good girl for me, babydoll."
"Mhh, just wanna be your good girl." You whine, nuzzling into his neck as he rests his body weight on you. His smile only grows a bit bigger as he hears your words.
"And you'll always be my good girl, isn't that right?" He says, kissing you on the cheek.
You giggle sweetly, biting your lip before releasing the plump flesh and scrunching your nose at him cutely. "I love you, Leon."
"I love you too, babydoll..." He replies with a soft smile on his face, his voice sounding even more soft and sweet than before.
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Ever Unlocked
Part 1: Grey Skies and Blue Eyes
Part 2: Caution to the Wind
Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!reader
warnings: none for this part!
i’m hoping to add more parts in the future, this will be a slow burn series and something’s have been changed to fit my story line!
this is my first real fic, i’m still new to this so plz be kind 🖤
Her head snapped up, black hair sliding down her lab coat covered shoulders, grey eyes training on the dark oak door to the Coroner’s Office. “Come in.”, her voice was soft and a little raspy from not having spoken much in the past few hours, or taking a sip of the water she’d let all the ice met from. Her eyes caught the blond fluff of hair, one she’d spent minutes watching. Her cheeks lighting up slightly from the thought. “Officer Kennedy.”, she greeted the young man, he was near her age, a fresh rookie from the academy, a nice mellow age of 21. “yes, ma’am.”, his boyish face lit up at her greeting, she was the only one to call him such, other officers just spoke to him as the rookie. which he was, he couldn’t complain but he did enjoy the formality, he loved his job, the career he had chosen and dedicated years to training for. “Do you have the autopsy report for a-“, his hands flipped open a case folder, his baby blues scanning the inked words, “Stacy McGrath?”, his brows furrowed, darkened by confusion. She couldn’t help but watch, her eyes drawn to the charm his boyish looks held, an air of innocence and eager willingness wrapped around his tanned skin.
“McGrath?”, her finger tapped at her chin, “didn’t she just come in yesterday, i’m not sure Rebecca got to her yet.”, her eyes filtered up to the god awful popcorn ceiling. “i can check really quick if you don’t mind the wait.”, she offered, her eyes meeting his. “yes, ma’am. i don’t mind at all, Chief Irons sent me to collect it, perhaps he hadn’t been informed she wasn’t seen yet.”, he rambled slightly, a nervous quiver to some of this words, his hand brushing his blonde locks back. “perhaps not, Rebecca called out today. She would’ve done it today or i could’ve but it’s been so backlogged today.”, she sighed, eyes drooping in an expressive way, lips curved down. “i heard we’ve gotten an increase in bodies.”, she could hear his tone become sympathetic, the rustling of his jacket sounding out as he shifted closer to her. “must be hard on you and her.”, his hand brushed her desk, her own brushing against the set of Ms, “i’m not seeing a report on her, i don’t think we got to her yet.”, she curled her fingers, “i’m so sorry, Officer Kennedy, maybe- could you come back tomorrow?”, it was already so late, Kitty could only finish typing her latest report.
“tomorrow.”, his head tilted into a slight nod, lips stretched into a shy smile. “i can come back tomorrow.”, his legs shifted, moving his weight from the desk to stand erectly. a tiny roll of his shoulders, alleviating some knot in his muscles. hand reached back over his shoulder to touch the aching spot. “hey.”, his eyes lit up, looking down at the girl, “it’s pretty late, when we’re you going to leave?”, his eyes were expressive. waiting expectantly for her answer. “probably around 11, i was just going to finish typing out this and then head out.”, she whispered, hands held in front of her, clasped together and wringing. “can i wait for you? i’d like to walk you out. Can’t let a pretty girl get blown away in the wind.”, his lips were parted in a cheesy smile, his eyes half lidded aimed at her.
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She couldn’t focus on anything but him in the remaining hour, his little taps, boots hitting the floor in some tempo only he could hear. She’d told the officer that she would need to finish up her report before heading out into the storming weather and thus to her car and then the shitty apartment she had the joy of calling a home.
her eyes couldn’t help but flicker to the man, his chin down to his chest, his radio poking into his tanned skin as he crossed his arms over his RPD vest. his face tilted to her, unbeknownst to her he had fallen asleep watching her, he had been going on about “i can’t leave a woman to walk to her car this late at night alone.”, “what kind of man would i be if i didn’t offer to walk you to your car?”. it had made her giggle, her eyes crinkling as she let the airy sound fall from her lips.
now she sat, having been done with the report near 20 minutes ago. she didn’t want to wake the man yet, he had stayed later than he needed to just for her. the soft ticking of the clock was near drowned completely out as she watched his unconscious face, her eyes ghosting past the blonde locks that brushed his forehead. the lashes that sprouted from his closed eyes, the bridge of his nose down to his plump small lips and cleft chin. she felt a bit creepy- what if he woke up and thought she was some creep or something? she wanted to see those baby blues once more, to be stunned into the awkward mindset, afraid to move or speak in front of him.
thunder rolled, more so than it had earlier, Raccoon City was under a severe thunderstorm warning, a tornado watch and a flood warning. Leon didn’t want her to be caught in it alone, at least, if he was there with her, he could make sure she got where she needed to be safely, if she didn’t feel comfortable driving in such severe weather he was willing to drive her home. willing to do whatever she was going to ask. His eyes cracked open, during a particularly loud crack of lightening, one that lit up Kitty’s form, his hazy eyes catching hers on him. “oh-“, his arms tensed, stretching in that crossed position across his chest. “i didn’t mean to fall asleep, i’m very sorry.”, his gaze catching her, still in that propped up position at her desk. “you’re okay, i just didn’t want to ruin that beauty sleep.”, her tone playful and soft, eyes squinting as she smiled. “beauty sleep?”, his lips pulled back into an amused smile, eyes looking away from her. she would be able to pull that kind of expression from him. “i needed it.”, he nodded, legs stretching out, boots thudding against the wood flooring. “you done yet?”, his eyes moved to the black computer screen. “been done, actually.”, she admitted with a sheepish look, her hand rubbing up her opposite arm, the fabric bunching up at her hand. “like i said, i didn’t want to wake you up.”, she whispered, a content look to her, his presence was warm, despite the cold air of the police station.
“you should’ve-“, he was cut off by another loud strike of lightening. “seems like it’s gotten worse out there.”, his eyes danced across the dark office, to the window that illuminated with the remanence of the lightening. “under a few warnings.”, she informed, eyes on her now lit up phone screen. “we should probably go before it gets worse… i hope my breaks are good enough to work during this.”, she muttered, seemingly annoyed at the storm for stressing her drive home. “i could always take you home.”, Leon’s words left his lips before he could think about them. he wanted to make sure she was safe and it would give them more time… more time without the other officers or Rebecca interfering.
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Out of the Blue
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Office Exec!Leon S. Kennedy x Personal Asst fem!reader
Shoutout to the AO3 user who requested this little ditty 😆 I hope you enjoy it!! 👉👈🥺
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, office sex, dirty talk, dacryphilia, nipple play, mean Leon, unprotected sex
Title from Out of the Blue by Purrple Cat
part ii
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A recent corporate merger meant big changes for you; you’ve been working as the personal assistant of the (then) Vice President of Communications, but with this new management coming in, that guy had been shifted and you were getting a totally new boss.
Nervously, you’ve been straightening up the office in the hopes of making a good impression— and thereby keeping your position. No one on your floor knew who the new guy was, only a name to go off of: Leon S. Kennedy.
Once you feel like there’s nothing more to be done, you step out of the VP’s office and make your way to the mini kitchen used as a break room down the hall. Hoping that a glass of water might cool your nerves, you don’t even notice the man standing on the other side of the room flipping through a folder.
His eyes track your movements, catching your jittery hands and teeth biting your bottom lip.
You nearly drop your glass when he clears his throat. Whirling around, you give him a shy smile.
“H-hi,” you smooth down your skirt, “you’re one of the new hires?”
A handful of people on your office floor were still coming and going, learning the layout and at times just hanging out in the break room until someone came in to help guide them. You helped a girl just yesterday find her desk, so you don’t think anything of this newcomer.
A slow smile spreads across his handsome face, intense blue eyes staring into your own.
“You can say that, sweetheart.”
You feel flustered at the name but step forward, hand outstretched, “Oh uh, welcome aboard. If you need any help, just let me know. Right now I’m stationed outside the vice president’s office.”
His eyebrows raise slightly, ignoring your offered handshake, “You’re the secretary?”
You ignore the flash of irritation from hearing ‘secretary’ and slowly lower your hand, “I prefer personal assistant.”
“Ahh,” he looks at you amusedly, and before your hand can drop any further he reaches out to clasp it.
He drops a kiss on the back of your hand, eyes still watching you, a smirk playing at his lips.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet my personal assistant.”
You feel hot and embarrassed, but keep the polite smile on your face, “I’m sure the pleasure is mine, Mr. Kennedy.”
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After that mortifying encounter, your days pass pretty smoothly with your new boss. You feel lucky that he decided to keep you on as his assistant even with that awkward first impression.
After a few weeks, you start to catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye—but when you turn, his attention is elsewhere. He also seems to touch you at every given opportunity. He touches your arm when he’s walking with you or presses a palm into your lower back when he’s moving around you to his seat in the conference room. He gets as close as possible when you’re typing up his reports or dropping something off at his desk for his signature. It always leaves you with butterflies.
Another work week rolls by and before you can blink, it’s been months since you’ve started to work for Leon. A few of your work colleagues like to corner you in the break room to try and get any gossip— who’s he seeing? Did he really come in twenty minutes late last Monday? What do you mean you didn’t hear that Chris saw him at the strip club?
It’s gotten to the point that you start taking your breaks at your desk. Leon notices it almost immediately and makes sure to stop by your desk from time to time. Today is no different.
“Tired of the office gossip?” He props his hip against your desk, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you.
You notice that he folded the sleeves of his shirt so you can see the muscles in his forearms flex. Dragging your gaze upwards with a small shake of your head, you smile at him.
“You can say that,” you pinch the bridge of you nose, “it’s all just..”
“Bullshit.”
Your eyes widen as you stifle a laugh, “I was going to say tiresome, sir.”
He smirks, “Sure thing, honey. Listen, I’m going to need you to stay late tonight. I know it’s Friday, but those weekly statistics have to be in before midnight.”
Your brows furrow, “I thought we were good; didn’t I just compile that data yesterday?”
He clicks his tongue, “‘fraid not, sweetheart. That was projections for the latest quarter.”
“Oh,” you chew your lip, “yeah, that’s no problem, Mr. Kennedy. Want me to drop them off on your desk when I’m finished?”
“Yes, thank you,” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face, making your breath hitch.
Before you can say anything, Leon straightens up from your desk and heads back into his office, door shutting behind him.
You press your palms to your eyes, willing the flutter of nervousness to ease. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, you slump in your chair. You sigh and turn back to your monitor. Glancing at the time in the lower right hand, it reads fifteen after four; with everyone going home at five, you have a good feeling you’re going to end up staying even later than you thought.
You rotate your wrists and then go into your emails. Better to get started on it now than later.
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Your eyes feel dry and gritty, but you ignore it in favor of finishing out the last of this report.
“Finally,” you whisper gleefully, hitting the print button on the document.
Standing up, you stretch out your arms with a small yawn. Looking at the time you see it’s nearly half past ten. Still plenty of time for you to grab some takeout and crash in your comfy bed. You sigh happily at that thought and gather up the printed pages, heading over to Leon’s office.
Tapping on the door, you open it a crack, “Sir?”
“Come in, sweetheart. I won’t bite.”
You push open the door just enough to step inside. It clicks shut behind you as you walk further into the room. Leon is backlit by the city lights from his windows. You place the bundle of papers down on his desk.
“Take a look at this,” he gestures to his own dimly lit monitor.
Walking around the wide oak desk, you make your way to stand beside his chair.
After gazing at the screen for a second, you turn to him with a frown, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m looking at, sir.”
He smirks at you lazily, “Sure you do.”
“Wh—“
He grabs your hips and pulls you down into his lap, your thighs now straddling one leg. Your hands come up to brace against his shoulders while his slacks rub against your bare thighs where your skirt’s rucked up.
“Leon,” you gasp, eyes wide and nervous.
“Name sounds so good in your mouth, sweetheart,” his low voice breathes into your ear.
He drops a soft kiss on your neck, leaving a heated trail up to your jaw. Pulling back, you can see how dark his eyes have gotten.
“Been waiting forever to get you alone.”
“We can’t. I’m your—“
“Personal assistant,” he chuckles meanly, “I know, baby. And I’m going to use you for very personal reasons.”
He grips your hair in a fist and guides your mouth down in his. Your parted lips lets him slip his tongue into your mouth. Groaning, he grabs your ass with his free hand and urges you to roll your hips forward.
You whine, feeling so hot and dizzy, clit thrumming with arousal. You follow the guidance of his hand and start to grind your hips down into his leg. You eagerly suck on his tongue when he thrusts it back into your mouth. You feel him groan low in his chest and it makes you arch into him more.
He tugs your head back to take in your blitzed out expression.
“Baby, we haven’t even started yet,” he coos, “got you cockdrunk already huh.”
“Leon,” you whimper, hips rocking on his lap.
“Gonna get my pants soaking wet baby,” his eyes drop down to the apex of your thighs, “fuck, that’s it, good fucking girl.”
Your nails dig into his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his designer shirt.
“Knew you’d be so fucking sweet, always letting me touch you, get so fucking shy,” he growls, pulling your hair harder to tilt your neck back, “gonna ruin this little cunt, baby.”
You whine, humping down into his leg harder, slick pooling in your panties and dripping all over his slacks.
“Fuck, good girl, always so good for me,” he lets go of your hair to grip your neck, “always so eager to please.”
He presses his thumb into your panting mouth; he presses down onto your tongue before pulling his thumb free and smearing spit all over your lips.
You can’t stop whining, tears beading at your lash line.
“Leon, please.”
He lets go of his grip on you, and reaches out to tug open your button up blouse.
“Look at those fucking tits, baby,” he purrs, pulling the cups of your bra down until your breasts are completely bare—aching nipples on display.
He greedily mouths at each breast and sucks on your nipples, teeth catching on the sensitive buds until you’re clawing at his shoulders.
“Good girl,” he praises, feeling you shudder at the endearment, “you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
“So good for you, Leon,” you promise.
As you speak, he undoes your bra and tosses it somewhere in the office. Then, he drags his fingers across the swell of your breasts. He circles your sensitive nipples, thumbs brushing the slowly hardening buds.
Your breath hitches, arousal pulsing in your cunt, “Leon...”
“Bet I can make you come from this,” he husks, “make a complete mess of you from just teasing your tits.”
Your spine arches, pressing up into his hands, “Ahh, they’re too sensitive.”
Leon completely ignores you and tugs your nipples gently, softly tweaking them before soothing them with slow drags of his index fingers.
Panting, your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt. Your clit throbs with every brush against your nipples, but you can’t stop yourself from pressing up into every touch.
Everything that Leon’s doing is making more slick pool in your panties. You’re so wet, it’s seeping into where Leon’s slacks are pressed against your pussy. You can feel the hard press of his cock against you and it sends a thrill up your spine knowing you’re the cause.
“So eager for me, honey,” he teases, voice pitched low, “I want you to take your clothes off.”
“Yes, sir,” you nervously agree, shimmying out of your blouse and skirt quickly.
“Leave the panties on for now,” his dark eyes locked onto your white panties, nearly transparent from how wet they’ve become.
Settling down on Leon, you straddle his thighs, your legs dangling off the sides of the chair. You bring your arms up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You give a small tug and roll your hips down against the outline of Leon’s hard cock. In retaliation, Leon gives your nipples a sharp tug then tweaks them as you writhe in his grasp.
“Look how wet you are, honey,” he groans, gaze drawn to the slick dripping from your panties, “so fucking sexy.”
Your eyes droop in pleasure at those words a low sigh leaving your lips.
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Leon growls out, letting his gaze roam across your swollen nipples up to your dazed expression, “always so sweet, making me want to do the worst things to you.”
“Yeah?” You whimper.
“Want you under my desk at the next conference call, sucking my cock while I’m trying to work,” he drags one of his hands from your chest up to your lips; he slips first two fingers into your mouth.
“Actually just want you in here on your knees at my beck and call. Just keep the door locked and nobody’ll know my little secretary is sucking off her boss during work hours,” he presses his fingers deeper into your mouth.
You whine and suckle on them softly. He pulls them out with a soft pop.
“Touch me, please, sir,” you whisper as he drags those fingers down to your puffy nipples.
Leon sucks a hard nipple into his mouth as his right hand teases across the other with quick flicks of his damp fingers. He swaps sides, his gaze watching you bite your lip and toss your head back at the pleasure. Pulling away a little, Leon grabs each breast and presses them inward. He runs his tongue from one nipple to the other more easily, suckling them until you squirm in his lap.
“You’re gonna be working a lot of overtime, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, “my own personal hole to use when I want.”
You keen high in your throat, “Sir!”
Leon groans low in his chest and rolls his hips upward to grind his cock against your hot wet cunt, nearly jostling you from his lap. In the motion, Leon’s sharp teeth tugs on a nipple earning a breathy sigh from your lips. He swaps to the other nipple, using his teeth so you’ll reward him with more of those sounds. After repeatedly teasing each nipple with his teeth, you tug at his hair in a silent plea to slow down. He eases off from biting to soft, gentle sucks.
“Love your tits, baby,” he mouths at your nipples, “been wanting to taste these nipples since I started working here.”
You cry out at the hot, wet suction of Leon’s mouth on your sore nipples. Your back curves forward to press your chest closer to his hungry teeth and tongue. You tangle your fingers further in his hair to have something to hold onto. Grinding your hips down, you feel more than hear him moan. You repeat the motion only this time your clit grinds against Leon’s slacks, earning a low cry of want.
“Leon,” you whimper.
He only hums in reply as he keeps up the hot suction on each hardened nub. You try rolling your hips again only to be stopped by a strong grip on your waist.
“You only get to cum from this,” Leon rumbles, voice deep as his tongue lashes against your abused nipple, “be a good girl for me or you won’t get anything.”
You mewl, clit pulsing in arousal, “I’ll be good, sir, I promise.”
He moves your hands to drape across his broad shoulders, “Don’t let your hands drop below my shoulders. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
A sharp tug of teeth on your nipple has you arching in pleasurable pain. Your hands slide up into his hair again to hold him in place, worshiping your chest.
“So perfect,” Leon murmurs, lazily mouthing his way up to your neck.
“So sweet for me,” he speaks against your skin, gently kissing across your collar bones before pulling away.
You feel dizzy and aroused, tugging Leon’s hair to pull him into a soft kiss. He groans low in his chest, pressing you harder against him as he licks into your mouth. He teasingly nips at your bottom lip, sucking on it gently before slipping his tongue further in. You moan in response, loving the feel of his slick tongue teasing your own. His hands came up and grip your hair, tilting your head at an angle where he can kiss you even deeper than before.
Before long the kiss became sloppy and wet, but neither of you really care. You can’t stop whining in pleasure as Leon fucks into your mouth, tongue hot as it teases your own. Chest rumbling in pleasure, Leon draws your tongue into his mouth to suck on it greedily. You slip your tongue away to pull his plump bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling gently before softly sucking. You drag your teeth aggressively against Leon’s lip, tongue following in silent apology for the rough treatment.
Leon growls and pulls back far enough for you to let his lip go with a small pout. His cock twitches at how debauched you look. Pupils blown wide with lust, lips kiss swollen. He moves his hands from your hair to grip your hips. You know his hold’s tight enough to bruise but you only moan in appreciation. You dip your head down to recapture his lips, but he pulls back so your mouths only brush across each other.
You whimper at Leon withholding his lips from you.
“I want to hear how you sound once you cum,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours tantalizingly.
Fingers begin to roughly pinch and rub your swollen, sore nipples. His dark blue eyes never leave yours as you edge closer and closer to orgasm, your cunt copiously dribbling slick.
“I’m so close, Leon,” you whimper, trying your best not to grind down.
Leon smirks, “Guess I should slow down, huh?”
His fingers lightly tease over the hard peaks. His gaze drops from yours to take in the swollen nipples his fingers are touching. He groans aloud as he can’t deny himself another taste. You grip his head as Leon eagerly laps at your nipples, running his tongue across each one before gently biting.
“Please,” you beg, “Leon!”
Leon bites down harder on your left nipple as he gives the right a sharp twist. Your eyes roll back in your head as Leon gets even more aggressive. Harsh bites followed by a hot soothing tongue has your cunt dripping and needy.
“Like it rough, baby?”
You only moan wantonly in reply as Leon never lets up the assault on your abused chest. You continue to gasp and moan in the empty office.
Leon’s being so rough on you and you love it. Want him to pin you down right here and now. Make you cum all over yourself. Make you take his thick cock over and over.
Leon pulls away with a growl, pupils blown, “Honey, you can’t say things like that.”
You suddenly realize you had spoken out loud— babbling, just spouting out whatever crossed your mind. You’re so far gone now, high on arousal.
“I-I can’t help it,” you pant, “it’s so good, sir.”
“I know, my slutty little secretary just can’t help herself,” he pulls away from your chest, “she’s just gagging for her boss’ dick, right?”
You whimper, back arching, “N-no, I’m—“
“Shhh,” he thumbs open the button on his slacks, “was gonna wait but you need it more than I thought.”
He presses the fabric down until he frees his cock. He tugs your panties to the side and presses the fat head of his dick inside your wet hole.
“Was gonna make you cum from your tits but I think this might be a bit better, huh,” he grins, eyes dark and mean.
He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust and fucks up into you, grabbing your hips to pull you down at the same time. You scream from the too much feeling in your spasming cunt.
“Oh,” he groans, “tight as a fucking virgin.”
He smacks your ass with a condescending laugh, “Did I pop your cherry, sweetheart?”
Crying now, you shake your head no.
“Aww,” he mockingly pouts at you, “that’s too bad then.”
Without waiting for your pussy to adjust, he pulls out halfway to bully his fat cock back into your aching hole.
“Sir, please, I can’t,” your breath hitches on a cry, “s’too big. It hurts.”
“Fuck,” he pulls you down until his cock is buried deep in your pussy, “my big cock too much for this needy hole?”
You hiccup a sob, “Please, sir.”
“Mmm you’ll get used to it,” he pulls out til just the tip is teasing your hole then shoves his cock back deep inside your pussy.
You’re crying and clinging onto his shoulders, but a low heat is slowly building in your abdomen.
“There we go,” he coos, “just needed to fuck you a little first, honey.”
He stopped thrusting and you realize you’re the one grinding down onto his dick—a panting mouth, hazy eyed mess.
You whine but can’t stop your hips from rolling down onto the thick cock stretching you out so painfully.
“Good girl,” he smacks your ass again and you moan.
“You can ride this dick whenever you want, honey, just gotta ask,” he smirks, guiding your hips to fuck down harder.
“Yes, sir,” you slur, brain fuzzy from how deep he’s inside your cunt.
“Little slut,” he laughs, thumb brushing against your clit in slow circles, “cream my cock, honey. Want you squeezing on me when I breed that little pussy.”
You moan loudly, hips humping down
on his cock, “Leon!”
“That’s right,” he groans low in his chest, “gonna creampie your sweet little cunt.”
His voice and hard cock, paired with the thumb on your clit, is edging you closer and closer to climax.
“Sir, ‘m close,” you pant, tears dripping from your eyes, “gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.”
“That’s it, honey,” he tilts his head down and pulls his thumb away from your clit.
He spits on your pussy, globs of drool dripping down the hood of your clit. He brings his thumb back to rub the slippery mess over and over and over into your sensitive bud.
Your back arches, eyes rolling back, as you clamp down on his pistoning dick. Slick coats his cock as you cum, pussy walls squeezing him like a vice.
“Fuck yeah,” he chuckles, thumb still pressing into your clit, “cream my cock so I can fill up that cunt.”
Your thighs jump and twitch from overstimulation as he keeps teasing your clit and grinding his cock deep in your pussy.
“Take it, honey, fucking take it,” he grits out, snapping his hips up into your squelching hole and pumping you full of hot cum.
You moan brokenly, pussy fluttering around his throbbing cock, liking how it feels to get creampied by your boss.
He leans back into his chair with a sigh, “Damn, gotta say that’s been worth the months of us dancing around each other.”
Your head feels totally empty so you only hum in response.
“Did I fuck you dumb, sweetheart?” He smirks, tweaking your nipples making you squeal, “s’okay, we got all weekend to do this. Just need you back in business by Monday.”
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PASTA & LOBSTER
SUMMARY: i got a white boy on my roster.. he be feedin me pasta & losbter
WARNINGS: leon!kennedy x black!reader, smut, fem!bodied reader, f/m, unprotected sex, a lil cum eating, dirty talk, doggy (pos.), rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, slapping (ass), lots of degradtion, some praise, situationship, petnames? (lots of 'slut', sweet thing, baby, officer), leon is a meanie but he whimpers, i imagined re4 (remake) leon for this but it can be which ever leon you want tbh
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the aroma of alfredo sauce from the styrafoam to-go boxes filled the motel room— you could see the piles of noodles in the back of the reflection from the mirror.
your face was pressed firm into a pillow while your running mascara dripped onto the cream colored covering.
"stay tonight," harsh breaths left the man above you. "need you all night long.."
you shivered— the harsh jolt of your hips everytime your bodies made contact on that sqeauky bed had you hiccuping on cries.
"hey," you gasped at how quickly your head was yanked up by your now messy hair. "we just started don't you go dumb on me now— talk to me.." the slight growl in slurred voice made you whimper.
your eyes dared to roll back in your head. ".. I'll stay— don't ever wanna go.." you pleaded— heavy pants left your swollen lips.
he chuckled, "god, y're such a slut." his hips tilted upwards at a slight angle— allowing his fat cock to sink further into pussy.
you stuttered on moans— legs trembling while your sticky arousal rolled down your thighs. you could barely breathe— your eyes stung with tears.
his thrusts were practically animalistic— not a sense of empathy or corcern for your wellbeing. sex was never this rough until you met him— you loved it, really loved it, you craved it even until you actually got it. until your muscles were tight and your legs were shaking to point the feeling in your toes had faded to numbness.
"leon.. l— leon," you reached back and pathetically pushed at his abdomen. "it hurts— can't breathe.." you babbled.
a sharp sting landed on your ass cheek making you whine and shake your head weakly.
"y're a fuckin' liar.." leon hissed— yanking your head back even rougher than before. he twirled your hair around his fist— the hair he paid for last time he got back. god, he spoiled you. he had better things— more important things to worry about than spoiling you and yet he still did it.
just for you.
"you said you 'don't ever want to go'— but y're trying to push me away? just the definition of a damn slut.." he mocked you— slapping your ass again and groaning softly at the ripple in your skin.
your brows knitted together as you dug your teeth deep into your bottom lip.
"you said it hurts right? what hurts?" leon questioned— his words were laced with painfully obvious fake sympothy.
his cock slipped almost completely out of your pussy before it sunk back in— the girth had you feeling like you were being stuffed full. your puffy pussy wrapped snug around his cock like a glove— a warm, wet, and tight ass glove that leon kennedy couldn't get enough of.
"y're too," you sniffled. "too deep 'n too big— it hurts.."
leon sighed, "poor baby," he sped up his movements earning a pathetic pornographic moan from your swollen lips. ".. you said you can't breathe? fuck, tell me— why can't you breathe?"
your nails sunk into his hard abs before leon grabbed your wrist— pinning it to your back which made you arch further.
"leon.." you mumbled.
"leon? so it's my fault again?" he scoffed.
you pouted, "y're too big— 'can feel it in my chest!"
"chest?"
"m— mhm.."
he grunted, "but you love it, yeah?" strands of his blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.
"I— I love you," you moaned. ".. 'love the way you fuck my pussy, lee.."
leon furrowed his brows at two things; the first was the sudden 'i love you' that left your lips and the second was the nickname you said 'lee'. he tried to believe it was because he had you drunk of his cock that you sputtered out those two phrases, but leon kennedy spent enough time with you in bed and out of it to know that you don't just say 'i love you' to anyone no matter how good you feel, and also you absolutely dispised nicknames.
"I know,"
he definitely did not know.
".. only a slut in love with me," leon groaned—chewing on his lip as sweat rolled down the bridge of his nose. ".. would take a fucking like this 'nd beg for more."
you whimpered loudly, "f— fuuuck!" your body shivered at the throbbing heat that pooled in your core.
the wet sound of his cock sinking back in your creamy folds was music to leon's ears. he looked of at the mirror and grinned before he yanked you by the hair to look as well.
"y're so pretty," he grunts— blue eyes hooded as he rolled his hips against you and dragged out his thrusts. ".. so pretty when you just moan and take it without being a bitch about it."
you whined at the tightness forming deep in your gut— eyes rolling back in your head.
"no," leon's thrusts become unapologetic once again— splitting you open with ease while his tip kisses your clit everytime. ".. y're going to watch yourself get fucked by me— gonna watch this slutty pussy of yours take my cock like a champ." he ordered and your lashes fluttered as you stared at the lewd sight through a blurry gaze.
"l— lee please," you cry out— clenching your fists. ".. oh god—"
he chuckled before a grunt left his lips when his cock slipped out of you mid thrust— it was wet and a ring of creamy white dripped around the base onto the sheets. he let go of your hair and you groaned in fustration and looked back over your shoulder, waiting for him to put it back in.
"leon c'mon.." you huff.
leon released the wrist he had pinned to your back and nodded down towards his twitching cock.
"I didn't say to stop lookin in the mirror," he scoffed. ".. fine, you want to be impatient? put it back in yourself."
you kept staring to see if he would let up but he was competely serious— his heavy hand landed on your ass again.
"make sure you watch yourself do it too, understand?"
you looked at yourself in the mirror on the wall and reached back behind yourself.
you clicked your tongue, "I understand, officer."
before leon could respond you wrapped your fist around his cock and pressed yourself against him. you mewled while you rubbed his tip over your wet, pillowly lips before you pushed it inside of your dripping hole— sinking the rest of his length in you until just his heavy balls were pressed firm against your pussy.
leon groaned, "there you go— not that hard right?"
you yanked your hips forward— slipping off of some of his dick, and then you let him slip back inside of you. leon moaned and glared at you in the mirror while your face contorted with pain and pleasure as you fucked yourself on his cock like he was some dildo.
"this is nice.. fuck.. that's my pretty slut," he stroked your back while you threw your ass back on his cock— moaning softly. ".. you like it like this? just using me?"
your cunt ached and you looked at leon in the mirror. ".. I can't reach deep enough, leon," you complain in a quiet, embarrassed whine. ".. need more of your dick.."
leon grinned, "so you need help?"
you nod shlyly.
"words?"
"I need help," you frown embarassedly. ".. officer."
you could see the slight shift in leon's expression when you called him that. the tight tug of his lips and the sharpened gaze of his blue eyes. his large hands gripped your hips and just from how hard he was holding you, you already knew his handprints would bruise your skin.
there was no warning— all you did was scream leon's name at the sudden change in pace.
you clawed at the messy sheets and let tears fall while the loud, agressive claps of your ass filled the room.
"damn y're tight.." he moaned— his skin finding yours so quickly there a slap every other second.
you clenched your teeth and resisted the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and let your pleasure take over. it didn't look like leon was watching you but you knew he was— another slip up and he'd be on your ass; no cumming for another hour at least and you couldn't handle that.
"ooh," you sobbed— eyes stinging with tears. ".. shit! shit! shit!"
"missed this pussy," leon babbled— whimpers flowing from his parted lips. "missed seein ya like this— missed fuckin ya like this. when it comes t'making it back home— knowin' you'd give it up t'me so easy s'one hell of a motivater.."
you sniffled, "m'close.. make me cum, lee.." your hand snaked in between your thighs and rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.
leon grunted, "don't ya worry— I make this pussy cream everytime I'm in it, don't I?" he hovered over (and close to) you— forcing himself deeper.
your gummy walls were squeezing him with no remorse— pussy spasming around his cock while your body shook uncontrollably.
the tightness in your belly relaxed— the pace of your finger tips quickening over your clit. ".. l— leon!" you cried out— your release rolling down his cock.
leon hivered and let his his head loll back in between his shoulders. "f— fuck that's it," his thrusts grew sloppy as your sticky cum smeared over his cock and dark brown happy trail that led down from his belly button. ".. o— oh my god.. oh my god that's a good little slut.." leon whined before he pulled out of you suddenly.
"on your knees— press those pretty tits together.." he panted heavily.
you quickly scrambled on your knees, cupping your tits and squishing them close together.
leon stared down at you with flushed cheeks— his fist dragging up and down his cock while you batted your lashes up at him. your hair was a tangled mess thanks to him, your eyes were puffy along with your lips thanks to him, cheeks stained with mascara tears thanks to him too, the bruises and kissmarks on your skin thanks to leon s. kennedy himself.
just the concept that he did that to you had leon gulping at the sight.
"f— fuck oh fuck," he whimpered— pre-cum rolling down from the red tip. ".. c'mon c'mon gonna cum all over those fuckin' tits. y're mine. y— y're my slutty girl who let's me fuck her pussy whenever I want, yeah?"
you nod with a lazy grin, "m'yours leon— this is only your slutty pussy.."
leon panted, "that's right.. oh fuck—" he stiffened up as ropes of his hot release landed on your tits while he fucked his fist— little whines leaving him as he came down from his high. his white cum was splattered across your brown skin— some of his already dripping down the curve of yout tits.
you coated your fingertips in his release before you popped them into your mouth— humming at his taste.
you giggled, "thank you, officer."
leon let go of his softening dick before he leaned down and kissed you— it was surprising gentle, his pink lips brushed over your lips before he slipped his tongue in the crevase of your mouth. his teeh tugged on your bottom lip while you ran your fingers through his blond hair.
"you're perfect," he repeated against your plump lips. ".. you're perfect, sweet thing.. fuckin' perfect."
leon s. kennedy was just like, if not worse than you, when it came to saying 'i love you'.
the man has had so much luck with women that it didn't feel all that lucky anymore. the words weren't really in his vocab at this point, but you didn't hate him for not saying the phrase back because you loved him.
though a close second to 'i love you' for leon kennedy was perfection— he never liked to throw that around willy-nilly either. so for now in this.. whatever it was between you two, that was your 'i love you too' and you were grateful to him that he felt close to same way you did.
"let's shower before the motel throws us out.." leon grumbled.
you smiled and kissed his nose, ".. one more time in the shower then, officer kennedy?"
"god," leon scoffed. ".. you're absolute perfection, baby."
#leon kennedy#resident evil#resident evil leon#re4 leon#smut#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#black reader#this is my white boy of the month#anyway stream area codes#hes so fine omfg i need him#resident evil smut#resident evil x reader#ik leon aint no officer in re4 but that word is hotter than agent
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Hardworking 💼❤️🔥 || (Extra)
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||Survivors of the City||
~~Reserved Resident evil au with @within-the-resort ~~
Leon S. Kennedy was driving down the road while looking ahead and checking the radio hearing nothing. He was sent here for a mission after the last one he's done a few years ago. He got reports of survivors maybe still trapped in a new zombie infested area. Wasting no time, he was driving fast to get to the city and hopes he was not too late. The drive wasn't too long but he hopes to make it in time.
#IC#silver roses#rp reply#survivors of the city#resident evil au#leon s kennedy#the parasite holder/secret officer#within-the-resort
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glitch xavier 🔗
#love and deepspace#xavier#love and deepspace xavier#恋与深空#沈星回#glitch xavier#someone on twitter shared an edit from weibo of xavier but dark and evil and everyone started making art of it#including me#officer xavier reminds me of leon kennedy#fanart#rkgk#my art
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thinking abt rookie!Leon Kennedy x street racer!reader who may or may not get away from the newbie cop every time until he finally catches them (but perhaps they let him?)
#let’s get in the back of your cop car officer#leon kennedy#re2#tag me if you use this#resident evil#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#rookie leon kennedy
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HES SO CUTE😭😭😭
#throwing up and crying#raccoon city’s finest officer#HE WAS JUST A SWEET BABY AND NOTHING BAD SHOULD OF HAPPENED TO HIM☹️#the snacks in his hat is so adorable#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#re2 remake#resident evil
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finished playing leon’s story in resident evil 2 remake. he’s a gay man in denial.
#i said what i said#ada??? a lesbian#they just both have to come to terms with being fruity but its okay its the 90s#also can’t believe i managed to do that boss fight on my laptop#i have an office notebook for girlbosses#yet somehow i still managed to make it run re2#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#resident evil 2 remake#resident evil 2#resident evil#resident evil games
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don’t mind me just manifesting that poly fic ☺️
TEAAAAAA MY BELOVED
where to start? id imagine in a crazy twisted fate you, leon and carlos, survive raccoon city together. with everything that happened and the way you three bonded, they would want to keep you around now bc you all saved each other's lives and very important for each other. SOOOOO [NSFW PART STARTS HERE]
you go to a hotel and pretty much cope with what happened with sex that same night. before you know it, you are in bed with both of them. you are nervous, feeling shy, but you trust them so much due to everything that happened. they are fast to undress you and in minutes you are just in your underwear and they are still so dressed, and there is a certain hunger in those kisses, in those bites, but you can't stop, not with the way carlos is staring at you now, his leg spread open as he takes his pants off, as if challenging you, with a devious smile. you feel a certain electricity in the air and nervousness again, bc he is huge, but you can't help it and pull your head down with him moaning loud, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you can feel leon's breath between your thighs, sending chills down your spine. leon bites your sensitive skin between your legs, before his tongue passes over your sex making you moan, causing a vibration into your throat that feels so good around carlos's cock. you try to focus on breathing without gagging, but leon's tongue feels delicious. you can feel leon's fingers circling your hole, and he pulls them in, he is gentle, so gentle like you expect him to be, with his mouth never stop sucking. your whole body shakes, and carlos places his hand on top of your head, making you look at him as he whispers, "doing so good for me. for us. you are perfect, you know that?"
and im dead im sorry but poly carlos/reader/leon would kill me. requests for leon, carlos and poly are still open!!
#leon kennedy x reader#carlos oliveira x reader#leon kennedy x you#carlos oliveira x you#leon x reader x carlos#carlos x reader x leon#leon kennedy smut#carlos oliveira smut#one day i will write a fic where [redacted] sucks [redacted]'s cock ONE DAY#it deserves something big lol#i had to close my office door cause i felt dirty writing this
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Ever Unlocked
Part 8: Birthdays Are Suppose to Be Fun, Right?
Part 7: Birthdays and… Balloons?
pairings: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader
warnings: small acts of violence, talks of children, Leon just grabbing Reader uncomfortably, we’re getting closer to more sprouting from Leon and Reader but we’re still in that slow burn stage i swear i have this planned out and the smut and crime are coming! 🫶🏻
Maybe, it just wasn't for her, the screaming, the crying. She could barely hear herself think over the sound of the many children who ran around the beautiful back yard, one nearly slipping on the wet pavement and falling into the pool. "Be careful there.", Leon lifted the boy's hand, keeping him steady. His eyes soft as he looked down at the young boy, maybe four or five years of age. The boy looked up at Leon, honey brown eyes shining in the sun as he smiled, freckles scrunching from the smile on his lips. "Yes, sir!", his smaller, more innocent and sweet voice called up to the older man. A chuckle met her ears as she turned to get a better look at Leon, who was watching the boy run off with his friends, she could feel his arm tight around her waist. He was side hugging her close to him, keeping a soft grip on her black sundress. She had balloons tied to the small gift bag that lay in her palm.
"You were the one who said kids liked balloons.", Leon's finger pointed towards her, his lips pressed together with a soft head shake. Her eyes shot up to him, her lips curling down as they stood in the third store, searching desperately for someone who would blow up balloons for them. "I didn't realize how many people quit filling up balloons.", the words had an air of annoyance.
"Aren't they just so cute at that age?", she didn't miss the awe in his voice, the softness he used towards the child. She gave a hum of acknowledgment, nodding as her eyes followed the children that squealed once more. Her eyes narrowed in a wince as she heard another scream in excitement; if she was honest, no, she didn't find them cute, at any age. Children just weren't her thing, she wanted to keep her avoidance of children well hidden. She was at a birthday party for a child after all, her and Leon had stopped and gotten little Amya a gift, some candy and a necklace, followed by some stuffed animal that Marvin said she had been eyeing since last week.
She hummed once more, eyes glowing slightly in the golden sun, her lips pulled back in a forced smile. "Y-yeah, so cute.", she spoke softly, despite the otherwise awkward look laced between the false agreement. Rays of sunlight bounced from the water, the pool filled with adults and children alike. The weather had kept Raccoon City in its good graces, even after the onslaught of perpetual rain that has barely soaked into the soil. Meteorologists called for slight showers today, she hoped the rain would stay at bay. Giving the town at least one day to settle before the next round of storms blew in over the horizon.
"Leon, glad you could make it man!", Marvin's voice broke her sight from the fellow partiers. "Hey! Of course, i wouldn't have missed it.", Leon's demeanor never changed from that soft act. The one he put on to fit in, watching kids playing with their respective parents. Dads with kids hanging off their arms as they talk to their wives, others holding their kids on their shoulders in the pool. There was about 15 officers, then their families. She hadn't figured there would be so many people, her hand curling slightly more into Leon's than it had been the few minutes they'd been here. "Amya and Dina are excited to meet you.", Marvin's eyes landed on her, causing her to shift closer to Leon.
She was shy, the reason Leon was holding her hand so closely. He didn't want her to feel singled out, she wasn't the wife of an officer nor was she an officer herself. She felt like she stuck out and, now, she slightly regretted the decision to join him. Her toe digging into the ground as she met Marvin's chocolate eyes. "I'm excited to meet them.", she pushed an eager look to the surface, burying down any uncomfortable or awkward behavior. She needed to calm down, a few hours and her and Leon would be back at her place scarfing down pizza and washing down the grease with cheap beer.
Leon's opposite hand came up to reach for the gift. "We snagged Amya a little thing or two on the way over. Someone-", he looked down at her, baby blues crinkled in pleasure to try and build up the girl, "was adamant that we stop for balloons, did you know that that gas station by Theo's blows up balloons?", he looked between her and Marvin. "Actually... no. That would've been nice to know before i bought a helium tank.", Marvin's hands swiped down at his jeans in annoyance. "Sixty dollars for something i won't use for another year.", he shook his head. "Well, it beats having to wait in lines and it seems you blew up a lot of balloons for this party.", Leon chucked, seeing the balloons that were tied up, tied around trees and on the porch, then some that were just thrown around on the ground.
"A pain in my ass, i'll tell you that.", Marvin sighed, a smile embedded on his lips. "But I'd do anything for my little girl.", he looked to where Leon was watching, seeing the kids still running, their joy was too much for Leon to look away from. He felt a heaviness in his chest. He wanted this, this life. A white picket fence, a doting wife and sweet, hyper children running around the yard, probably with a dog or two chasing them. "She's adorable.", he mused, his smile widening. Yeah, he'd like this life, one of peace and something that he didn't have growing up. He wondered if she wanted that life too, if she would want that white fence and modern home, those children and dogs he longed for.
He couldn't help it, but imagine her, belly swole with his child, how that pregnancy glow would affect her. He wondered if she'd bare a daughter or son? If they'd have a pink nursery or would she like neutral toned? Marvin clapped down onto Leon's shoulder, breaking his thoughts, shattering the bubble of the life he had dreamt of. "You guys settle in, have some fun and grab a plate.", he smiled back at the assistant, bidding her a nod and turning away from the two. Leon watched him leave before turning down to her. "You ever think about it?", he asked, tentatively, he didn't want to scare her off so early on. After a raised brow was quirked his way, he cleared his throat, hand coming to cover his lips. "Kids, that is.", the hope that gripped at his chest nearly made his breath become baited. "Well...", her lips curled lopsidedly, as if she were trying to pick her words carefully.
"I think kids are nice, but I don't see myself having them. They're a lot to handle and i don't think I'd be a good mother, Leon.", her voice held admittance and truth, but also shame and a slight hint of bitterness. "My family was not kind, I don't think they're in the cards for me.", she nearly whispered. Leon felt like he'd been kicked in the chest, his breath a wheeze as he looked down at her, lips parted and brows furrowed. "You don't want children?", he sounded upset, like he didn't understand how she couldn't want to become a mother. "I think you'd be a wonderful mother.", he tried to reason, holding her hand tighter. "Don't wish away kids forever just because of your past.", he was nearly begging, slightly annoyed at how easily she just brushed something he wanted off, pulling her hand so that she stepped closer to him. He had to tilt his head down a bit to catch her eyes, the ones that fled from his whenever they would catch each others. "Look at how beautiful these families loo, do you really want to push away that chance for yourself?", for us, he wanted to add those words so badly but he knew better. He may have had impulsive tendencies but he knew better than to trip up in front of so many people.
"i just don't see it for me, Leon.", she really didn't, her life was hard and her career was demanding. "Plus, i don't have anyone to have kids with, so it's not a priority and my job is demanding, Leon.", she didn't understand why he was pushing it so hard. It wasn't like they were married and needed to decide. His job was demanding too, did he not realize that? "That's talk for the future, anyway.", she brushed him off, she felt bad, pulling her hand from his but she felt like he was rushing her. They hadn't even gone on a "date" yet, considering tonight was their official start at maybe something more. That was the thing, she liked Leon, yes; she liked him. He was kind and soft and sweet but something really struck her in the moment he became a bit more pushy or his mood flipped at the drop of a hat. His hand caught hers at the last minute, bending her fingers slightly back. "Fine.", Leon let go of her hand, letting it drop to her side. "Let's just enjoy the party.", his eyes were set, his lips sucked to his teeth She held her hand, he probably didn't realize what he did, right? This was the sort of Leon that made her want to say fuck it all and just leave, but he brought her here and there wasn't anyway to get to her home unless she wanted to walk the entire way. She knew she had angered him, but it was her decision and why the hell did he want her to choose right now?
She gave him a side eye before looking for the table for the gift that laid in his opposite hand. She reached for the gift, eyes set on the table that had been decorated with the balloons and pink and purple streamers. "I'll put this up.", she whispered, not wanting to somehow anger the man more. She wondered if maybe there was more than the always clean and cut rookie, if there was something that caused the switches to flip at moments. She knew Leon had a hard past, Rebecca's ever present blabber mouth keeping her up to date with any gossip that spread like fire in a drought. Leon's hand shot out to hers, "i'll take it, just have some fun. You look like you'd rather be anywhere else.", his grip was tighter than she was comfortable with. "Hey-", she hissed, her hand trying to break from his hold. "Be quiet and sit down.", he spoke, his tone harsher than ever before as he pushed her arm towards a chair. She had never felt his touch be so rough with her as she flopped back into lawn chair a few feet from them. She watched Leon walk over to the colorful table, tossing the present alongside others. He rolled his shoulders as he walked back to her, sitting down in the chair next to hers. "I'm sorry.", he knew he had to show her he hadn't meant to hurt her, despite the fact that he had known what he was doing. He wanted her to feel bad for her decision. He wanted her to want to have children. He was going to marry her after all, if he couldn't have children with her then that just ruined every bit of his dream future. He'd have to convince her, but after the way he grabbed her he knew she wouldn't listen to him now.
Upon hearing nothing but silence on her end, Leon leaned up in the chair, head turning to face her. "Hey, i said i'm sorry, bunny.", he reached out for her wrist, his much larger fingers nearly brushing her delicate skin before she snatched it away from him. "Come on, Bunny.", he was aggravated, now she was just trying to piss him off. "I said i was sorry. I didn't mean to grab you that way, i forget my own strength. I'm not around pretty women like you that are smaller than me.", he knew making her feel bad for him would soften her up. "Honest, Bunny...", he cooed to her, his hand reaching across the gap between their chairs once more. "Come on, don't shut me out. Birthdays are suppose to be fun, right? Let's have fun, my sweet, sweet Bunny girl.", he gave her his best puppy eyes, his fingers wrapping around her wrist before she lulled her head towards him. Part of her wanted to tell him off and say that his mood swings were pissing her off, then she remembered that family may be a sore spot for him, since the murder of his own family. Sometimes those prattles that Rebecca went on were helpful, useful information instead of just who slept with who.
"Leon, you can't grab me like that.", she kept her voice down, as to not cause anymore scene than they already may have. "You hurt me.", her voice quivered slightly, her wrist being taken in his hand as she relinquished her defiance into his wants. "It scared me.", she whispered, her eyes searching his as he brushed his thumb over the thin skin of her wrist. "I know.", he meant to, "i didn't mean it. I just-", he sighed, his head hanging a bit more. "Family is a hard thing for me to talk about. I should've controlled myself, i shouldn't have brought it up because i knew it could lose my composure. I really, really am sorry.", he sounded desperate to her and it melted her heart. Seeing him so worked up over what he had done, once again that nickname rang true. A little bunny who was so easily manipulated by a few sob stories and apologies.
"Tonight, i'll tell you why it's a soft spot if you want me to.", he sighed, still brushing his thumb pad over her veins. "I want this to work out with us, this- dating- thing. I want to be with you, Bunny. Ever since i saw you on my first day, I was too shy to say anything but you were just so pretty.", he felt his cheeks light up. "Your skirts you always wear, those little kitten heels that click when you step.", her own cheeks reddened at his words. Some soft words to add to breaking her down into something he could call his. He'd work on getting her use to the idea of children in time. He knew he'd have to mold her into his perfect wife. He didn't want anyone else, he wanted her and he'd have her. He'd have that perfect life, no matter that it took on his end.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon scott kennedy x reader#resident evil#resident evil 2#yandere leon#yandere leon kennedy#puppy leon#puppy!leon kennedy#leon kennedy x you#officer leon kennedy#hybrid leon kennedy#leon kennedy fanfic#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy#leon kennedy drabble#rookie leon kennedy#re2 leon kennedy#leon vendetta#vendetta leon#leon resident evil#resident evil smut#resident evil leon#resident evil 4 remake#resident evil x you#resident evil x reader#resident evil 4#yandere re2 leon#re2 leon#resident evil 6#re fanfic
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You’re All I’ve Got Tonight
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ███████▒▒▒ 70%
part i
office exec!Leon S. Kennedy x personal assistant fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, kissing, nipple/breast play, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie
Actually looked over with a second pair of eyes by the ever lovely @rex122303 ✌️ you have my unwavering devotion 🙇♀️
title from You're All I’ve Got Tonight by The Cars
⋘ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…⋙ ████████ 100%
You’ve been giving Leon the cold shoulder since that scandalous night in his office. You know it’s not his fault he was suddenly called up by the CEO to handle some business altercation out of state.
But he could have called you or left a message or, hell, he could have emailed you. So when he shows up a week later, you’re short and to the point, never staying late and always disappearing if it looks like you’ll be alone with him.
If he’s frustrated with you, you don’t really care (you do, but you’ll never admit it). He’s still cordial, still touchy feely when he can get away with it, like when brushing past you in the boardroom, but you stay firmly polite even if his touch makes you press your thighs together.
It all comes to a head a few weeks later when an overnight trip to a business summit’s announced for the small team under Leon’s advisement. This small team also includes you, much to your chagrin. So you prep and plan, making sure all the emails are filled with the correct dossiers and agendas for each individual person and marking off the calendar accordingly.
Leon tries to corner you time and again as you get everything setup, but you’re able to duck out of it every single time. You know it’s not very mature of you to avoid him, but you still feel embarrassed about the reaction you had when he ghosted you, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault. Your pride took one hit already, so now you’re just trying to avoid another.
The date for the summit arrives far too quickly and you’re all holed up in the rental van to drive out of the city to the nearby retreat that’s hosting. You make small talk with Ark, a really sweet guy who works in IT. He’s friendly without being overbearing so the drive passes by comfortably although not quickly.
Arriving at the retreat, everyone piles out of the van, grabs their luggage, and makes their way to the front desk. Bad luck on your part lands you at the end of the line standing next to Leon. Surprisingly, he doesn’t try to chat you up or anything, just scrolling on his phone with a little furrow between his brows. You stare ahead watching as the rest of the team grab their room keys and disappear further into the foyer.
“Hi there and welcome! Checking in?”
The perky brunette behind the desk smiles at you, making you smile back, but before you open your mouth Leon steps in front of you.
“Hi! Checking in for Kennedy.”
Your smile tightens as you side step so you’re standing a little behind Leon now. The lady sends you a quick sympathetic look as she types in his name.
“You’re all set, sir,” she hands him a keycard, “if you need anything whatsoever please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk or the concierge. Please have a wonderful stay!”
She turns to you and repeats the same greeting making you internally wince in sympathy as she types in your information. Her smile falters and eventually drops into a confused frown.
“I’m terribly sorry, but it seems like your party has all checked in and there are no more rooms available,” she types for a few more seconds before turning back to you with an apologetic smile, “and seeing as we’re fully booked, you can check and see if one of your colleagues—“
“She can room with me,” Leon offers flippantly, giving the brunette another smile, before turning back to his phone, “it’s not a big deal.”
She turns to you, eyebrows raised in question and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“It’ll be fine,” you plaster a fake smile on and look over at Leon, “I appreciate it, Mr. Kennedy.”
He gives you a smarmy little grin, “Not a problem, madam secretary.”
You roll your eyes at him and turn back in time to grab the spare keycard.
The young woman rattles off the same spiel as you grab your luggage, “If you need anything whatsoever please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk or the concierge. Please have a wonderful stay!”
You follow Leon through the foyer and over to the elevators, thanking your lucky stars no one from your office will actually see that you’re bunking with the boss. Butterflies threaten to flutter in your chest but you tamp them down, not letting yourself get swept away like last time.
Leon lets you stew in your own thoughts as you enter the tenth floor, leading you down the hall to the room you’ll be sharing. He unlocks the door and holds it open, gesturing for you to enter first. You nod and roll your luggage case in behind you only to stop dead in the little hallway into the room.
“There’s just one bed,” you blurt out, disbelief sweeping over you.
Leon walks up next to you, letting the door swing shut.
“Oh wow, that’s really unfortunate,” he shrugs, sounding a little too blasé.
You squint at his side profile, “I’ll see if they can send in a roller bed—“
Leon scoffs, “Look it’s a king size bed, we can share like civilized adults.”
You purse your lips, “Mmhmm, and it’s not just awfully convenient we ran out of rooms for everyone and now we just happen to have to share a bed?”
Leon grins at you, the one that always makes those damn butterflies flutter.
“Just really weird co-winky-dinks,” his grin widens when you fight the smile wanting to slip out, instead giving him another eye roll.
“Okay,” you throw your hands up with a sigh, “it’s only a short weekend trip.”
One of the reasons you’ve been avoiding Leon is it’s so easy to slip into the comfortable back and forth you’ve already built up. So it’s next to no time before he’s already weaseled a laugh out of you with his shitty one liner jokes. You’re a little nervous now that you’re kinda back on friendly terms, especially after you explained yourself.
Now, he’s ordering room service for you both while you jump in the shower, letting yourself spend some extra time on shaving and primping before leaving the bathroom. Not for any ulterior motives or anything you think to yourself as you finish putting on your moisturizer.
When you come out of the bathroom, Leon slips past you and shuts the door. You see that he hasn’t eaten yet, deciding to wait on you to finish up, which makes you feel warm and fuzzy at the thoughtful gesture. So you wait in turn, drinking some water as you channel surf, settling on a show about an elderly mystery writer who always stumbles upon a murder that needs solving.
You’re pretty engrossed with J.B. Fletcher’s hunt for the killer, but when Leon steps out of the bathroom he draws all of your attention. His face is obscured as he dries his hair with a towel, leaving you to ogle his bare chest and toned stomach with his low slung sweats sitting on his hips, his happy trail catching your eye last.
You make sure to be looking away by the time he drops the towel around his shoulders.
“You should’ve went ahead,” he nudges your side, sitting down next to you on the bed.
“Eh, just thought I’d wait,” you smile at him, nudging him back as he grabs one of the food containers.
You grab another container and you both watch the rest of the show as you eat a late dinner. After tossing the trash away, you brush your teeth side by side at the double sinks, and find your way into bed.
After settling underneath the blankets, Leon rolls over and props his head up on his palm.
“So no goodnight kiss?”
You roll over to mirror him, eyes taking in his half smile and damp fringe.
“What makes you think you should get a goodnight kiss?”
“Lots of reasons,” his hands shoot out to grab your waist, yanking you into his body.
“I think you owe me a lot of making up, honey,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to your cheek.
One heated kiss leads to another and before you know it—
“Oh god,” you whine, grinding slowly against Leon.
His cock is trapped in your panties, rubbing all along your dripping slit as he ruts against your cunt. His back rests against the headboard of the hotel room bed with you straddling his lap.
You’ve been like this for an hour already; his lap and your thighs are soaked in slick and precum.
“S’good,” he mutters under his breath, dilated eyes watching your tits jiggle, “wanna stay like this for the rest of the weekend.”
Goosebumps trail down your arms as you shiver, body completely bare except for your panties.
“What about the presentation, sir? The actual summit?”
Leon grins lazily, dragging his eyes up to your face, “What about’em? I’m just trying to hump this little pussy.”
You whimper and rock against him harder.
The grin on his face widens, “Yeah, you like it too, like my fat cock rubbing all over this soaked cunt.”
“Leon,” your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes clenched shut.
“I wanna slide it in, but this feels too good,” he grunts, feeling your clit catch on the tip of his dick, “c’mere and let me suck on those tits, know you like that.”
You rock forward, pressing your chest out as his mouth leans up to suck on your hard nipples. He groans low in his chest as his lips and tongue work one hard bud while his fingers tweak and pinch the other. Your hips give short little thrusts as sharp bolts of arousal buzz in your clit.
Sloppy sounds of sucking fill the room along with your pants and whines as Leon lathes your breasts with his attention.
“Leon I want it, want your cock in me, please,” you gasp out as he bites your nipple and runs his tongue across it over and over until you’re squirming against him.
“Think you deserve it?” he kisses across your breasts, teeth nipping at the skin as he swaps to the other nipple.
“Please, want it, I’m so empty,” you whine.
“You've been ignoring me, honey,” he mockingly pouts up at you, lips swollen and hair messy, “outright avoiding me, I’d say.”
“You were mean,” you whine and he pinches your nipples hard making you buck against him.
“I’m being sweet now, aren’t I?” he grunts, sliding his fat cock into your pussy making you squeal from the stretch.
He’s so much bigger than you remember, making your back bow, head tipped back and mouth open, panting while he bullies his dick deeper and deeper into your pussy until he’s bottoming out.
He shushes you as you sink down on his dick with a low cry, “Such a good girl for me. Damn, missed this tight little pussy.”
You shove your breasts into his face making him growl, hands tightening on your hips, sinking you fully down on his cock. Leon’s mouth hotly kisses across your tits, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. Groaning, he suckles your nipples eagerly until you’re bouncing on his dick.
You let your hands sink into his soft hair, rocking your hips down hard onto his lap. Mewling, you tug on the silky strands as Leon’s tongue laps across your swollen nipples making you squirm. His hands move up to your waist as he humps your hot wet pussy, burying his cock deep in your throbbing cunt.
Feeling over sensitive, you try to pull his head away from your chest but he only groans, suckling your hard bud deeper into his mouth. His cock kicks and throbs as you slump forward, smooshing your tits into his face.
“Leon, they’re g’nna be so sore,” you gasp as he nips at the swell of your breasts before pulling away.
“But you like it, squeezing down on me so tight,” he grins, shaking the hair from his face as he tilts his head up, “now kiss me, sweetheart.”
You whine in the back of your throat and drop your mouth down on his. You feel as Leon scrapes his teeth against your bottom lip. He moans, licking into your mouth, tongue running along yours teasingly.
He tugs you closer and closer, the kisses becoming more sloppy with spit dripping past your swollen lips. He chuckles when your fingers drop from his hair to cup the back of his head, pulling him forward til there’s no space between you.
Pulling away for a breath, Leon just tugs you back in for another messy kiss, his hot tongue licking into you again and again.
“Been driving me up the wall, wanted to talk to you so bad,” he lets his head fall back to rest against the headboard as you grind dirtily against him, “had the best sex of my life and when I came back you pretended I didn’t even exist, honey.”
“‘m sorry, sir,” you whimper, eyes fluttering as his cock grinds just right against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, “just got into my own head.”
“S’okay,” he coos up at you, letting one of his hands drop down and tease your swollen clit, “just gonna let this sweet pussy milk a nice thick load outta me.”
“Yeah, yeah, gonna milk your cock so good,” you slur, arching your back so your breasts brush against his mouth.
He snarls and bites at your soft tits, “That’s it, squeeze my cock.”
You whine, body jerking as he pinches and rubs your pudgy clit, sucking each of your nipples between his teeth to run his tongue across them. The coil in your belly’s winding tighter and tighter as Leon teases your nipples and clit at the same time.
“Oh,” you gasp out, “g’nna cum, Leon—“
A low cry spills from your mouth as you clamp down on Leon’s dick, pussy walls fluttering and milking his throbbing cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.
“So sexy,” Leon’s hips thrust up into your squelching pussy, “so fucking sexy. Gonna make me cum, baby. Y’ready?”
“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, digging your nails into his chest making him curse under his breath and bury his cock into your sopping wet hole.
You feel rope after rope of hot, sticky cum spurt inside your cunt, stuffing you so full that it leaks out around his throbbing cock.
“Beautiful,” he places open mouthed kisses across your clavicle up to your neck, letting his tongue tease across your skin, “such a good girl for me.”
You sigh, feeling blissed out and utterly satisfied. He tugs your head down to kiss you softly at the corner of your mouth.
“If you want, just relax and I’ll bring a cloth in to clean you up.”
You smile at him sleepily, “Wanna snuggle.”
He returns your sleepy smile with a small one of his own, “You got it, sweetheart.”
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did another drawing of this guy
this time trying with side profile
man leon kennedy is just so fuckin’ hot
#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#capcom#resident evil#re4#fanart#game fanart#leon kennedy fanart#drawing#digital doodle#ugh why so hot#officer kennedy makes me go awooooooga
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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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Not getting enough of the Kennedy Redfield family.
Imagine little Rose making this drawing to Chris and Leon to celebrate Father’s Day. A little piece of art about her family: papa Leon, big sister Sherry and dad Chris.
From the Father’s Day post, the drawing would belong to Leon because he stole it from Chris.
This draw started as a funny idea but okay it kinda worked and I laughed a lot becuase of Chrisand Leon Death Island outfits.
#resident evil#resident evil village#rose winters#sherry birkin#chris redfield#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#kennedy redfield family#my edit#the freaking tiger on#chris shirt made me laughed#okay it was a little joke to make it#but it turned out as an adorable idea#let me tell you#it's so funny but cute at the same time#whatever#just imagine this at Leon's office#you could blame#buddie daddies#for this post that's it
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