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moonrisecoeur · 4 months

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adoration — leon kennedy

author’s note: this is absolutely disgustingly horrifically soft. not my usual content but i hope you like it! also to anyone who doesn’t follow me i don’t usually write sub!reader so please don’t request it!

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content: leon x reader, fem!reader, not really sub or dom tho i guess it leans more towards dom!leon but it’s super soft, so many pet names, lots of praise, lots of compliments, possessiveness, leon’s down bad but we already knew that, work stress, a little bit of reader being insecure about her looks, riding, unwrapped p in v sex, boyfie leon !!

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“there you are,” his voice is gentle just like him. he smiles as he embraces you in a sweet hug, wondering why the universe was so cruel as to pull you away from him for so long every single day. he wishes he could stay right next you, arms wrapped around you, head resting against yours, never letting you go.

he’s only a little possessive, in a cute way rather than a unnerving way. he just likes being with you too much to ever be content when you’re not around.

the best part, in his opinion, is how you hold him back. arms around his waist, mumbling to yourself more so than leon about how much you miss his hugs, “awh, it’s okay, honey. know you missed me,” he teases, and it’s so blatant that out of the two of you, he’s the one who’s down bad, absolutely gone. he’s lucky that you’re not super greedy because he would give you anything you asked for.

your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck is more than enough to make him adore you for the rest of eternity. he reaches a hand up to your face, and watching your head tilt up to sweetly meet his gaze has to be the most deadly thing you’ve ever done. he feels physically giddy as you look at him curiously, wondering if he has someone to say as his fingers caress your cheek and jawline. soft skin beneath his rough fingers. he adores you. endlessly.

“so pretty…” he mumbles, sweet nothings murmuring their way past his lips as his hands cup your cheeks so he can hold you and look at you head on, blue eyes taking in every feature on your sweet face. he can’t help but love it all. he loves your face, he would stare at you for hours if you wouldn’t think it’s weird. he breathes in, inhaling your scent, so recognizable it’s comforting, “my pretty girl, mine all mine.”

you sigh comfortably, melting into him and his touch. it’s alright; he’s got you. he always does.

he leans to press a kiss to your forehead, “all mine..” he whispers again, like he’s reassuring himself, “want you all to myself. hate it when you’re gone.”

you giggle, a little bit breathless. he can tell his own effect on you and it strokes his ego wildly. he knows you secretly love his more possessive side, enjoying that he can’t even be bothered to look at another woman without being reminded about how much he loves and adores you. you’re his baby! he couldn’t ever want someone else!

“can i have you all to myself?” he asks, lips trailing down to your ear.

“mhm,” you hum, nodding your head cutely, and he can’t help the way he absolutely crumbles. god he’s really losing it, you’re absolutely everything to him. you’re too precious for him to ever let go.

“i love you,” he whispers as he kiss your jaw, your face still cradled in his hands like you’re too fragile for him to ever let you go.

“i love you too,” you whisper back. that’s all he’d ever need from you: your love. he could want a million things, but this moment tells him the truth. he’s yours. completely, and helplessly yours.

one hand still steady on holding your face, smiling as you lean more into his touch, his other hand dips back down, over your waist and hips and between your thighs in a way that aches so pleasantly. it’s impossible to tell when exactly you got so wet from this completely normal interaction but he notices too and he’s already too confident. it’ll go to his head at this point. oh well. you’d get back at him another time to bring him back down to earth.

“oh, pretty girl, i can tell my words are affecting you…” he says softly. he says it like it’s a question but he already knows the answer, “but…. if you need something, you can tell me.”

his voice is the only thing you can sensibly hear right now, everything else drowned out with his strong arms holding you close. the way you pout makes his heart race because god you are so adorable that it kills him.

“baby, if you need me to do something, you gotta let me know. i’m not a mind reader,” his voice, thick and syrupy, seeps into your skin and drives you mad with a need to be his. in all ways humanly possible.

and for him to be yours too. you know that this is all an act, that every moment so far in this interaction has been real but with an undertone that you both can easily sense. you control leon in all the ways that matter. you mold him into exactly what you want, and he contorts himself willingly because he wants to be everything you want and need in a man. he’s yours just as much, if not infinitely more, as you’re his.

“can you praise me..?” you whisper, soft and timid. even if you’re not normally the shy type, it all seems to come crumbling down when leon holds you close.

“that’s my girl,” he smiles. sure, he could tease you more, especially with how nonspecific your request was. but you’re desperate and he’s too soft on you to make you wait any longer, “pretty and sweet and all mine.”

even as you huff, muttering something trying to push back against his words. i’m not actually that pretty, or something like that, leon’s shaking his head, in disbelief that a being as ethereal as his lover could ever, even for a moment, believe themselves to be unattractive.

but this isn’t the moment. he can tell you don’t want a lecture on self love or positive self talk right now. it wouldn’t do any good to tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful if you wouldn’t believe it, so he just does as you ask like the obedient boyfriend he is. he’ll tackle that beast another time.

“my pretty girl, my good girl…” he whispers, hands cradling your head against his chest, fingers tendering brushing against your skin as you close your eyes and just let leon speak to you. he’s never been good with words until he fell in love with you, “so proud of you, sweetheart. you worked so hard, even with everything you got going on. my baby’s so strong, isn’t she?”

you nod even as he holds you, maybe just a little too emotional to respond any other way.

“but you don’t always gotta be strong, you can let your walls down when it’s just me, baby. i promise i’ll take care of you,” he whispers, lips pressed against your forehead again. and once he thinks he’s buttered you up enough, he mumbles something like, “tell me what’s bugging you, princess.”

“i… i don’t wanna go to work anymore…” you mumble against his shirt, and he’s looking at you like you’re the cutest thing in the world, “i hate working. just wanna be with you.”

he laughs heartily, and you can feel the vibrations against his chest. his presence just entices comfort, one of his hands resting atop your head, “i know, baby. i wanna be with you always too,” he says.

“it’s not fair..”

he pouts when you pout, the world just had to be so unfair, “i know it’s not. if it were up to me, you’d never work a day in your life, but… you know, unfortunately i’m not that rich.”

you chuckle, and he’s relieved he at least got that out of you.

he can’t help getting distracted, “god you’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, hands dropping down to your waist, holding you close like he’s preparing to never let go, “so beautiful, baby. and you’re so perfect,” he tilts his head to look at you, making dangerous eye contact again, face just inches apart, “you’re so… lovely. i could stay here with you forever.”

you smile softly and it lights up the room and his entire life. you hold him close like you never want to let him go, and he feels pretty little butterflies in his stomach.

he leans in to kiss you, finally, and one arm stays wrapped possessively around your waist, as if to steal you away from the rest of the world, and one hand reaches back up to cup your cheek. he kisses you sweetly, not too rough or aggressive, just enough to make you want to drown in his touch, his scent, his presence.

“leon..!” you gasp between kisses, and he’s never liked his name as much as he likes it when your lips say it.

he pulls away to search for any hint that you need him to stop, that your breathless whisper of his name was a plea for escape, and he doesn’t seem to find any. his eyes trail down to your lips again, as if taunted by them, “what do you need, baby?”

“you,” you whisper, your lips finding his neck, kissing him softly. he’s not sure when you exactly decided you would try to kill him but the way your lips feel against him is lethal in its own way.

“yeah? my baby need me?”

“mhm,” you smile, he feels it against his skin, “your pretty girl needs to feel as pretty as you think she is.”

and something pulls at leon’s heart at that little statement. it’s not sad or pitiful, nor is it said with a sad tone, but he wonders what it means to you. do you believe him when he calls you that? god, you have to, he’s too obsessed with you for it to even be questionable if he thinks you’re pretty.

he practically drags you to bed, sits down on the edge and pulls you onto his lap, fingers immediately between your legs, feeling that familiar wetness that he loves, pressing down on your clit with his thumb.

“good girl, just like that… grind on my hand, let yourself feel good,” he murmurs, “this is about you, so be selfish, baby. take what you want from me.”

he likes how needy you get because maybe, just maybe, that means you need him just as badly as he needs you. it soothes him, in a way.

“i’ll fill you up nice and full later, but for now… just sit here with me… just let me touch you, pretty, i’ll make you feel good.”

and you just curl up into him, holding onto his shoulder for support as takes every whine and moan and absolutely devours them. his fingers have gotten rougher over the years, but that roughness feels good when he’s rubbing figure eights on your clit, fingers moving in circular motions inside your pretty pussy, bringing you to closer orgasm sooner than you thought. he’s just that good.

“there you go, princess. just feel it all. just close your eyes… and feel me against you,” he whispers, “you’re so cute when you’re feeling good. well, you’re always cute, but you know what i mean.”

“leon…” your whiny voice is met with a chuckle from him.

“hm?”

“i’m gonna cum…” you mumble, resting your head in the crook of his neck again, must be your favorite spot.

he likes that you don’t ask permission because why would you? he’d never deny you, not pleasure nor anything else you want in life. no, you say it like a warning, like a don’t you dare stop kind of warning. he wouldn’t dare.

“c’mon, pretty. let yourself have it,” he mumbles, lips almost touching your ear, that’s how close they are.

leon’s selfish, he can’t help it. he makes you orgasm because he wants to give you pleasure, sure, but he’s also doing it because he loves watching you cum. not so much right now, with your head buried away, but he likes seeing your orgasm face, he likes that you shut your eyes tightly and your eyebrows furrow and your mouth hangs open just slightly. you’re so pretty when you cum.

if he’s being honest, he should have made you look at him when you came, but he knows you were feeling a little shy today so he didn’t push.

and the feeling of your cunt clenching on his fingers turns him on beyond belief. he feels the pressure of the orgasm, and he knows it’s a big one, so of course he helps you through it, fucking his fingers as deep as possible, loving the achy moans that escape your throat. you’re not super loud but you’re also right by his ear so he hears every gasp and moan and whimper as you cum for him. he adores you so painfully.

“there you go, good girl…” he whispers, cradling you close as you both fall back against the bed, holding each other as the wetness on his hand starts to dry but your body still pulses with a reminder of how much pleasure just flooded through you.

it’s almost too paralyzing to speak, and you make pretty little sounds as you shift to get comfortable that make leon’s heart jump. he holds your waist as you lay half on top of him.

he looks at your face, radiant with a comfortable glow you’ve been missing this whole time. in his arms, in your shared bed, it’s safe and soft and leon holds you close with no intentions of letting go.

“should we…” he starts, and you lift your head slightly to look at him as he speaks, “cancel our dinner reservations? order in, we’ll get whatever my sweet lover wants, and we can just stay in bed all night?”

you can’t help but giggle, “yeah. i wanna keep kissing you for at least another hour.”

“yes, ma’am.”

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elfven-blog · 10 months

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Is it that bad?

Summary: You get to the bottom of why you’re puppy has been so avoidant lately Puppy!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+, Puppy Leon, Sub!Leon, female reader anatomy, p in v, breeding. (If I have missed any, let me know)

Word count: 1.6K

You didn’t know what was up with Leon lately, his mood seemed to swing worse than the pendulum in your office clock. One moment he wanted you as close as possible as he pawed at your sides and suckled at your tits, and the next he was putting himself in his kennel or going out for hour long runs. Many thoughts ran through your head as to what could be going on in your puppy’s mind for him to be like this, but not a single thorough conclusion.

And today, you’d had enough of it. He had gone on another of those long runs, deciding to forego spending time with you even though neither of you were busy today. You were angry, your blood was boiling, and it was almost ready to bubble over into the fire. The tap tap tap of your foot rang out as you bounced your leg up and down, arms crossed as you stared at the clock from where you sat. The minutes ticking down slowly.

A few moments later and you hear the click of the door, eyes snapping to the hallway as Leon made his way into the living room. His ears were flattened to his head and tail drooped with no life in it, sweat dripping down his neck as he wiped it away, sometimes you hated that sensitive nose of his but then times like this, where the anger is rolling of you, it’s one of your favourite things. He can tell exactly how angry you are by the burning scent filling his nose.

You watched as his hands furled and unfurled, his leg twitching at the tense atmosphere, but you sigh and shake your head. When you stood from the sofa, the anger dissipating and being removed with just tiredness. He followed you immediately a whine leaving his throat as he reached to wind his arms around your waist, stopping you from going any further. You sigh again.

“Leon, can you let go?” His head buries into your neck where you feel him shake his head and his arms tighten around you. Your hand moved to try and pull his arms off you but there appears to be no luck as he’s much stronger. Leon presses his nose further into your skin and you can feel as he rolls his hips against your ass, and suddenly to mood swings and constant avoidance make sense. A whine makes its way out of him as he presses closer, almost bending you over as his hips rut against the friction and his cock strains at his shorts.

“Oh, Leon, puppy you could have told me” You felt the shaky hot breath against your skin as his hips pressed against you again, and his thighs tensed “is it that bad? You know I’m happy to help you” Leon growled lightly before his teeth grazed at your pulse and he pulled you closer, caging you into him as a wet spot grew against his shorts and your jeans.

And then he pulled away, his head lifting from your neck as he nosed at your cheek “I’m sorry, you were just so busy with that work project and I didn’t want to distract you, thought I could deal with it” There were tears gathering in his blue eyes, almost swallowed by his pupils and you took his hands from around your waist and led him to your shared bedroom.

“God, I thought you were angry, or or” the words stumbled in your throat and Leons eyes widened as he rushed to hug you, both of you landing on the bed as his ears flattened to his head and he smothered your face with his lips. Hands roaming all over your body as he pressed himself down against you.

“No, no, never that, never” his voice was a little more hoarse as his bottom lip trembled before he’s leaning down and pressing his mouth to yours with his tongue licking into you. Your hands moving to clutch at his t-shirt “gonna show my owner how much I love her, gonna breed her so she and everyone knows”.

His words goes straight between your thighs, slick dripping into your panties as you buck your hips up against his. Then you use the hands on his tshirt to push him over, rolling him onto his back which he is quite happy to allow. His tail thumps against the sheets, and his hands move to paw at your tits. “Uh uh, puppy. You’re gonna let me take care of you, even if you’ve been bad gotta make sure your balls are empty before I punish you” Leons head falls back with a groan as his hands dip below your top and massage at the bare skin under your bra, fingers rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers as his hips move his thickened cock against your jeans.

With a soft smile, you pull away and he reaches for you as you shush him. You undress yourself completely and his mouth opens with drool sitting at the corner before his attention shifts to watch you pull his shorts and boxers down. His erection smacking against his abdomen and smearing the previous orgasms cum against the skin. His tip was red and still throbbing. His hands grip at your hips as he looks at you dazed already.

A low groan left his open mouth as your fingers gathered the cum leaking from his slit before you wrapped your hand around him, the skin of his cock burns hot in your hand as the shlick shlick sounds in the room. His eyes close as he tries to keep his hips down for you. Be your good boy and prove he can breed you well. Your own eyes darkened at the sight of him below you, the sweat from his run was still causing a shine to his skin as more gathered against his hair.

“There we go puppy, just lay back and relax” Your hand squeezed around the base, and you felt his cock jump in your hand as his thighs tensed and the drool slipped from his mouth and down his chin, matching the slick coating your thighs before you moved to hover over him “poor puppy, just needs me to look after him. To just take his cock over and over to make sure he’s empty.” His hips rut up, bumping against your dripping hole and causing him to moan at the fleeting touch.

As you sink down onto him Leon lets out the most pornographic sound and his tail thumps against the bed faster as his hands bruise into your skin. He his immediately pushing up further into you as his grip pulls you down, and your hands moved to steady against his chest as you struggle to keep up with his pace. But he decides its not enough and he rolls you back over so his hips can piston into you at a different angle, making you moan as all words are lost in your jumbled mind. His hands move to bend your legs up near your ears.

“So good, so tight, gonna breed you so good, make sure you’re full of my pups” his own mouth runs a mile a minute, all of his thoughts leaking out through his lips as he leans down. Pushing your legs further up as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth “Gotta make sure it takes, cant wait to see your pretty tits filled with milk so I can suck ‘em for you before pups get here” His hips are still rabbiting into you, his balls slap against the supple skin of your ass and his pelvis rubs your clit just right.

Your own thighs shake against his head and pleasure builds in the pit of your stomach, your arms lay by your side almost useless as he continues bullying his cock in and out of you. A squelching sound fills your ears as his tongue runs over your nipple before he moves to the other and immediately suckles that into his mouth as he moans around it, your cunt tightening around him. “Can’t wait to see you swollen with my pups, wont be able to keep my hands off you”

A broken noise leaves you, you’re not even sure what kind of noise its meant to be but Leons ears lift up and he seems to like it as he snaps his hips into your cunt again to try and draw another one out. His mouth moves from your spit covered tits to your neck where he licks against the salty skin, and he presses his body weight against you, sinking deeper into your hole as his tip hits the cervix.

Your hands clench at the sheets as your walls pulse around him, and your eyes close from the force of the orgasm washing over you. Legs squeezing his head while he rides your orgasm out, and his teeth bite into the skin of your neck as he pumps cum into your spent walls.

The both of you lay there for a minute before he moves with a groan and his hips push against you again. Your eyes fly open and wide as you look at him with an open mouth. “Already?”

A blush covers his cheeks as he dips his head down to press a kiss to your chest, and nods as his hips begin moving again. “Sorry, sorry, just, God can’t help it, need to make sure it all takes”.

This was gonna be a long rut.

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1-800-clawro · 1 year

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⑇ warmth . . . !

summary . . . leon being sub (no plot)

you/your prns for reader

content warnings . . . sub/bottom!leon x dom/top!reader, reader is fem!body !!! no use of y/n / [NAME], (light) bondage? on leon, piv, unprotected sex, leon gets called a good boy once and baby twice, one curse word at the end, bad and short

a/n . . . hey guys... how are you guys lol. sorry for not posting, anyways here is a post that I'm finally posting. you can imagine re2/4 leon idk. lowercase intended

wc , 0.4k

nsfw under, beware !

you laughed at leon's eagerness. he bucked his hips upwards. "please! i need you.." he manged to spill those words out of his mouth. his hands were tied up so he couldn't touch himself.

leon looked at your emotionless eyes. his eyes being filled lust. you sighed, crossing your arms. "you need me?" he proceeded to nod. "do you deserve it, hmm?" leon whimpered as you started stroke his dick.

"maybe you do deserve it, working so hard." leon couldn't contain his moans, he has been waiting for your touch for a long while and now that he has it, he doesn't know what to do.

"So good...!!" he was a mess inside, trying really hard not to express it, but he couldn't hold it.

you continued to stroke him, teasing his slit aswell. "I need you... please." you laughed at him. "do you, baby?" he replied admittedly with a yes. you tilted your head to the side. you stood up in order to remove your pants and undergarment, slowly just to tease him. leon was impatient, he wished his hands weren't tied. once you were done removing your clothing, you got onto his lap.

placing a hand around his cock, you aligned your hole and his dick. you looked at him for his approval. "please!!!" he basically moaned out, clearly waiting for your warmth. you let a silent laugh and went down. both of you let out a moan from the sudden contact.

you stayed still for a moment to get use to the stretch. once you were ready, you moved without a warning. leon bucked his hips up and down, trying his hardest not to cum right there. "you okay, baby?" leon nodded, he continued to suppress his moans. you continued to move upwards then slam down again and again. leon couldn't handle it anymore.

"i'm gonna cum~! please let me!" he moaned out with a hint of a voice crack. "not yet, okay? be a good boy.." you proceeded to repeat the same movement as before. the room was filled with slightly noticeable noises of skin clapping and very loud moans. both of you were at your climax.

"please need to cum-"

"you can! fuck- now!"

you said, at the verge of reaching your limit. "so good- doing so good!" you both came at the same time. you two stood still as your high ended. leon grunted as you got after a while. "one more round?"

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oneoftheextras · 1 year

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let me hear you | l.k

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paring: leon kennedy x f!reader

request: “could you please do something with re4 leon where you're edging him and he's whimpering but trying not to?”

words: 3.9k

warnings: smut, unprotected piv, vocal male, hair pulling, oral (f receiving) almost-vouyerism, starts with dom!leon and sub!reader but quickly swaps, not beta read we die like men.

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The game you and Leon were playing was dangerous.

Lingering touches in sensitive areas when you passed each other, catching the other staring at inappropriate places with hooded eyes before they shook their head and bashfully looked away.

The atmosphere was electric with the tension between the two of you, but neither of you were allowing yourself to acknowledge it.

“Mi amigo,” Luis whispered to Leon on one of the rare occasions where you were walking ahead of them and just out of earshot, “When are you going to make a move, ah?”.

Leon faltered in his walking for a split second and it was enough for Luis to latch onto, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leon grumbled and continued to avoid eye contact with him.

“C’mon, I know you’re trying to be professional, but this is starting to get painful,” Luis chuckled but Leon ignored him.

Meanwhile you found an entry point to help you continue your journey and called them both over, pointing at the ledge you’d found.

Leon went first and then Luis, you were about to jump after them but the ground crumbled under your footing and you started to fall.

He sprung into action to try and catch you while dodging chunks of stone.

You landed on him but knocked him off his feet and onto his back, he immediately rolled you both over so he could shield you from any remaining debris.

He kept eye contact with you, “I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he weakly smiled and you nodded hurriedly.

A few bigger pieces hit him in the back and he grunted at the force but moved himself so he completely encompassed your form.

Once the earth had settled he didn’t move, he just continued to study you as you did him. His eyes shot down to your mouth and you saw his tongue dart out quickly to wet his lips.

He could kiss you right now, it felt like the right moment to, he could tell you wanted him to by the way your lips parted as you watched him with anticipation in your eyes.

“Come on, let’s get moving,” he broke himself away from the fantasy. He needed to keep himself focused on the mission.

The final straw was when the three of you were hiding from a mob of villagers, Luis had insisted that the two of you took the closet and he hid in the cabinet.

Leon’s body was directly against yours. You could tell he was doing his best not to crush you but there wasn’t enough space to be so considerate.

You didn’t think he was aware but from how hurriedly you’d both climbed into the closet one of Leon’s legs hand landed in between yours and a strap from one of his holsters was pressed lightly against your clit.

Mentally you prayed that he didn’t move. You were just thankful that the closet was shrouded in darkness so he couldn’t see your face.

“Leon-“ you whimpered rather suggestively, but his hand shot up to cover your mouth, “Don’t,” he warned, his voice slightly lower than normal, “Don’t say my name like that,”.

You could feel the hot air of his laboured breath against your face and that electricity was back in the air.

The feeling of having his large hand over your mouth made your knees tremble; you repositioned your footing and squirmed in his hold - in doing so, this made Leon have to adjust his own stance, accidentally pushing the holster further against your clit

An impulse jolt went through your body and a soft moan left your lips. “Fuck,” Leon breathed, his grip on your mouth getting ever so tighter, “Not now, please, not now,” he seemed to more be begging himself rather than you.

It didn’t take long for the sound of the mob to fade into the distance and Leon decided it was safe to leave the closet.

He held out his hand for you to step out and you gratefully took it.

“Have fun?” Luis smiled, and at first you didn’t know what he was implying until you followed his eye line and saw - for a split second - that Leon had maybe liked the proximity a little too much.

“Shut up, Luis,” Leon grumbled and headed out the front door. “Mi amor, you’re killing him,” he laughed lightly when Leon was out of earshot, and you followed after the two men.

Leon barely spoke for the rest of the evening, only single words whenever he absolutely had to.

The three of you found a safehouse to hold up in for the night. He silently sat in the corner checking over his guns as you and Luis talked, but you could feel his stare into the side of your face.

“I-” Luis said, standing up from the couch he was sitting on, “-am going to find us something to eat,” he stretched and walked to the door of the small house you’d chosen as your accommodation for the night.

He stepped out of the door, but before he could fully leave he leaned back in, “I might be a really really long time, you know how hard it is to find something edible around here,” and with a cheeky smile he clicked the door shut behind him.

It was only when Luis had fully left that you got the courage to look at Leon, and you immediately wished you hadn’t. His hands worked his guns, while his eyes were focused on you the same way a lion would observe a gazelle.

“What?” you laughed nervously, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The tension in the air was painfully obvious and neither of you had stopped thinking about what happened in the closet.

His body against yours. His hand against your mouth. The way you moaned. The way he struggled to get his words out.

But you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move, you wanted him to.

In a not-so-subtle way you bent down at the hips to undo your shoes, presenting your ass to him and you heard a sharp inhale from behind you. A small giggle came out of you maybe a little bit louder than you’d intended.

“You’re playing with me,” he eventually said. You turned around, “I would never,” you feigned innocence, watching him continue to reload his gun as he said your name with the same warning tone he’d used before.

A lump of saliva got caught in your throat and you struggled to swallow it, “What are you planning?” he put his gun down with the others and gave you his full attention.

“I’m not planning anything, I’m just waiting,” you shrugged coyly, walking backwards until you could comfortably lean against the wall, “For?” Leon tilted his head to the side slightly, trying to read you from across the room. “You,” you smiled with your tongue between your teeth.

Leon stood from his chair and noted the way you straightened yourself up with anticipation, “Is that an invitation?”, he asked and you tutted, “If you’re looking for permission then this is me giving you permission,” you smiled at how serious he always seems to be.

He walked over until he was stood in front of you, his fame towering over yours. His hand came up to cup your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, “Are you sure?” he hesitated, “Don’t make me ask twice,” you challenged him.

He dipped his thumb into your mouth and you opened it for him willingly, “We shouldn’t,” he sounded as though he was trying to talking himself out of it, but when your tongue massaged the tip of his thumb that seemed to be the breaking point.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, removing his thumb from your mouth and placing his hand on the back of your head to pull you into a passionate kiss, while the other supported your lower back.

The sound of metal clinked as you fumbled to get the latch off of his belt buckle, “Do you need a hand?” Leon pulled his lips away from yours for long enough to lightly mock you.

With the fingers that were holding his belt, you pulled his waistband towards you, “Do you want me to stop?” you matched his energy, “God, no,” he breathed, latching his mouth back onto yours in a feverish kiss.

You almost lost concentration with how desperate he was to kiss you, but you still managed to undo his belt. His mouth travelled from your lips to the underside of your jaw as his hands undid your pants much smoother than you had his.

He helped you wiggle out of them by descending alongside them until he was crouched in front of you. As soon as he saw the slight damp patch on your panties, he left an open mouth kiss on your mound.

You gasped with surprise and he chuckled, lifting up one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. He moved the fabric to the side and left a single lick along your folds.

“Leon!” you panted as he dove into you, swirling his tongue around your clit and making your hips buck forward. His tongue was warm and soft against you, some movements were planned and precise, others he seemed to lose himself in you as he became sloppier.

You laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently, trying to pull his face off of you - a low groan vibrated out of his throat and into your core. Your chest swelled and you let your head fall back against the wall, for someone who ran his mouth with silly comments, he was proving that corny one-liners wasn’t the only thing it was good for.

Every buck of your hips had Leon gripping your thighs even tighter to keep you still. He couldn’t breathe from both how hard his heart was beating, and how he refused to stop tasting you for even a second.

He was entranced by you. The small sounds you were making when he curled his tongue inside you, and how they seemed to burst from you when he sucked on your clit.

You could feel your orgasm building up already by the way your walls fluttered and tingled, but you betrayed your own urges and tugged on Leon’s hair again to tell him to stop.

It’s not that you didn’t like what he was doing, and if you had the opportunity you would probably let him do it all day and night, but unfortunately you didn’t have such a luxury.

Leon took your hint and pulled away from you reluctantly. He looked so unbelievably good on his knees in front of you, licking the mixture of his saliva and your mess off of his lips, while his chest heaved as he tried to get his breath back.

“You okay?” he panted with concern lacing his voice, “Yeah,” you sighed, “That was great,” you confessed - to which Leon immediately tried to bury his head between your legs again, but you held him back by his hair.

He stayed there, mouth open and looking up at you, it was an image of art.

“We don’t have time,” you explained, and while his eyebrows furrowed into a small scowl you could see that his eyes understood what you meant.

Your grip in his hair loosened and his hands travelled up your sides as he stood - your leg sliding off of his shoulder and landing comfortably into the crevice between his forearm and bicep.

“In that case, I want to fuck you,” he said in a low voice as though he was worried about someone else hearing something so filthy coming out of his mouth, “Can I?” he tilted his head to the side and continued to leave painfully light open mouth kisses along your throat.

You nodded quickly, accidentally bumping his head off of your neck, “Please,” your voice came out as a whisper.

Leon’s kisses stopped for a moment but he kept his head nestled in the space between your neck and shoulder, you could feel the hairs on your neck start to stand from his gentle exhales.

His other hand left your body for a moment and you were going to complain until you felt the smooth head of his cock rub against your entrance. You wiggled your hips impatiently, and felt him smile against your skin.

He isolated the movements to rub himself against your clit, making a trail of noises spill from your lips, the heat in your core from before building up again.

“L-Leon, please!” you whined in protest but he ignored you, instead he went faster, momentarily running himself through your folds so he could collect some of your wetness and continue his assault.

Your noises got louder and this only spurred him on more, “I’m- I’m-” you couldn’t get the words out fast enough as your first climax made your brain go foggy; and a gentle moan interrupted your attempt at a sentence.

Leon leaned backwards to watch your hips buck and you clench around nothing, a devilish smile on his face.

He didn’t give you time to enjoy the come down as he rubbed himself against you again, feeling just how much his actions had effected you, “God, you’re so wet,” he commented in such a quiet voice he didn’t mean for you to hear him.

The overstimulation on you clit was too much, and you were about to tell him so when he prodded at your hole. Your breath caught in your throat as he gently pushed his hips forward, you felt the pressure gradually increase until your body gave way and allowed him inside you.

He closed his eyes and groaned deeply at the feeling of your walls slowly stretch around him with every additional inch he gave you. He didn’t let himself fully sheath himself inside you, he pulled his hips back slowly and thrusted back up, savouring the image of him disappearing into you.

All the while you were biting your bottom lip trying not to sound like a bitch in heat with tears starting to water your eyes, “F-Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighed and raised his arm - and your leg - a little bit higher to give him better access.

You couldn’t hold back your moans at the new angle he’d put you in. His gentle thrust faltered for a second when he heard you, but quickly continued with a new found roughness - his hips snapped up into you, bottoming out with a sensitive whimper from Leon.

He immediately cleared his throat and continued his new pace, every push of his hips making your ass and back hit the wall with a thud, if anyone was on the other side they would know exactly what was going on.

“I, ah!, ooh-” Leon attempted to say something but quickly forgot whatever it was, completely drunk on you. You’d never heard these types of noises from Leon and it was making your skin prickle and a shiver go up your spine. You wanted to hear more.

Tracing your fingers up his arms and neck, they found themselves in his hair again. You tugged on a clump of his hair with experimental hardness and a small whimper came out of him, lighting your insides on fire again.

His thrusts became harder and faster while his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he returned to kissing your neck as a way to hide his face from you.

“Leon,” you moaned to try and get his attention, he was almost so lost in you that he didn’t hear you but when you say his name so prettily he can’t help but respond.

He move his head back to look at your face, eyes hooded with arousal, “I want to ride you,” you stated and saw his eyes widen slightly with excitement.

“O-Okay,” he nodded, glancing over his shoulder to the chair he was sat on before all this started. He began to pull out of you but muttered a “No, no, no,” to himself as he bottomed out in you again, making an unexpected yell leave you.

He scooped up your other leg and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck for support. He didn’t immediately move away from the wall, he instead stared down at where the two of you were connected now that he had your legs spread for him.

He thrusted into you a few more times, his lower lip sucking in between his teeth and his eyebrows screwing together. He shook his head seemingly shaking himself out of whatever trance he’d put himself in and walked you both over to the chair.

When he sat down he’d placed both of his hands on your hips so you didn’t slam down onto him and hurt yourself, although a part of you wished he hadn’t, but of course he was being considerate.

You took a moment to find a good placement for your knees, and then lowered yourself onto him, he felt bigger and thicker than he had against the wall.

“Ah-ah, mmm,” he caught his moan by clenching his jaw and you felt disappointed. You rhythmically but slowly moved your hips, enough to allow you both to adjust to the new angle.

Bringing a hand up to cup his jaw, you kissed him deeply and increased your speed, feeling his lips quiver against your own and the vibration of trapped noises staying within his mouth.

“Let me hear you,” you spoke against his lips before kissing him again. His grip on your grips got harder and you gasped when he thrust up into you, obviously an accident, “S-Sorry, ah, I- oh fuck!” he scrunched his eyes closed, “I didn’t mm-mean to,”.

You put your hand under his chin and he opened his eyes to look into yours, his pupils blown out with arousal, “I said, let me hear you,” you repeated yourself, this time making sure he heard you.

“H-Hear me?” he panted, his chest rising and falling drastically, “Yeah, I want you to let out those pretty noises,” you ran your thumb over his bottom lip as you started to drop your hips down onto him harder.

His cheeks heated up again and for a moment he tried to hide his face in your neck again but you pushed him back in the chair with a hand firmly placed on his chest.

“I want to hear how I make you feel,” you made eye contact with him as you spoke and saw him swallow hard our of your peripherals, “O-Okay,” he nodded again, “I can t-try,” he confirmed to you.

You brought your hips upwards, feeling the drag of his cock start to leave you and just when he was almost all the way out you slammed them back down again until your pubic bone met his.

He threw his head back against the chair and a long groan left him, you felt his chest vibrating under your hand.

Spurred on by the goal of hearing every sound that Leon could make, you bounced on him until your thighs started to burn and kept going. He maneuvered you with his hands on your hips, lifting you up and pulling you back down onto him again.

You rolled your hips and felt him hit your g-spot, you fell forward onto him with a particularly loud moan, but he continued bucking his hips up into you. Driven by the feeling of your walls pulsating around him, “Let go, please please, let it go,” he stroked a hand through your hair and watched you come undone around him.

This time he let the moans fall from him freely.

“I’ve wanted, aah!, to do this for - oh fuck fuck fuuck!- so l-long,” he rambled and it was like music to your ears, and you could tell he was close to cumming too by how desperate his hands were spearing you onto his cock.

But you wanted to play with him more, you weren’t ready to give up the symphony of sounds that you were audience to.

“H-How long?” you asked, barely able to catch your own breath, but declining your strokes down to a torturously slow pace. He tried to move you himself, but you put your hands over his as a warning.

A whimper fell from his lips when he realised what you were doing and you felt his cock jump inside of you, “Please,” he begged you, “Don’t stop!”. His lower waterline was becoming shiny with tears that threatened to spill over.

“How long?” you asked him again with firmness in your voice and his eyes met yours again, “After the first night, oh fuck please go faster-”, “-Carry on,” you interrupted his plea. “It was when you-you called me pretty boy,” he panted.

That night was easy to recall, you’d made a one off comment the first night you were together. He’d told you to take the bed while he kept watch out of the only window that wasn’t boarded up, the sunset was hitting his face perfectly and you’d complimented him.

More whines came out of him while you were recollecting the moment he was referencing, it was so long ago now.

“I’m so close, shit aah please-” he urged you, your name coming off of his tongue in a high pitched whimper, “Please let me cum!” he begged and you felt a jolt of electricity fly up your spine.

You were about to give in to his demands when the sound of singing entered both of your ears. The two of you froze in place until you recognised it as Luis.

“Shit!” you cursed jumping off of Leon’s lap and rushing back to where both of your pants lay crumpled on the floor by the wall.

Throwing Leon his underwear and combat pants, you searched desperately for your own, only finding your jeans.

Luis’ singing got louder and you knew you didn’t have time to find them anymore, you hurriedly pulled up your jeans and re-buckled them - glancing towards Leon who was fully dressed again and clipping up the remainder of his tactical gear.

Leon sat back down on the chair and grabbed one of the guns he hadn’t finished reassembling, and you jumped back onto the counter that you were sat on before Luis left, just in time for the man in question to open the door.

The three of you stayed there in silence as Luis looked between you and Leon being exactly where he’d left you.

“I got us some grub,” he finally said, closing the door behind him and holding up two black basses. He made his way over to the small kitchen area, stopping for a moment to smile at you with almost a knowing look.

You furrowed your eyebrows and mouthed a ‘What?’ to him. Instead of answering he glanced down to the bottom of the counter you were sat on; you followed his eyeline to see your panties staring back at you.

Returning Luis’ gaze, he gave you a smirk before walking into the kitchen, “Also, your hair is a mess, Leon!” he shouted from the other room and Leon glanced at you in shock.

You chuckled to yourself softly, watching Leon try and reorganise his hair and still very much hard in his pants, with only the thought of continuing what you started as soon as possible on your mind.

pls dm me any requests for leon or luis

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil fanfic #sub!leon #luis serra

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nadloves · 10 months

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SOUNDGASM MASTERLIST

Leon S. Kennedy

sub!re2 best friend leon

re4 leon teasing you

re2

re4

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost

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Sub!male (whimpers, moaning)

#soundgasm #leon kennedy #sub!leon kennedy #sub!leon #whimpers

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rookieleonskennedy · 10 months

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break the bed

fem!readerxre2!leon

tags/warnings: MDNI, nsfw, sub!leon, no use of y/n, mommy kink adjacent?, leon calls reader momma, choking kink, creampie, light bondage

A/N: took a break from my hunterxprey fic to write this bad boy. not too pleased with the last little bit, but i’ll probably go over it and edit it in the next day or so. enjoy!

“C’mon pretty boy, tell me what you want.”

Your eyes blaze a trail down Leon’s naked form, his toned body supine on the bed before you. His arms stretched above him, his wrists tied to the headboard with pretty pink silk rope. Your fingers dance across his skin, a ballet of sensation that has his muscles tightening with each caress.

You move, circling the bed, continuing your feather-light touches to his body with a sly grin pointed in his direction. Leon trembles upon the white sheets, desperate whimpers spilling from his plush mouth as you taunt him. Stopping at the head of the bed, you stroke his face adoringly.

“Speak, baby boy. I want to hear you.”

Leon keens, his arm muscles bulging and flexing as they struggle against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat covers his lean figure, his hardened cock drooling a puddle of precum on his stomach. His back bows in frustration, and he lets out a frustrated whine as he nuzzles his face into your palm.

“Please momma–want you to t-touch me.”

You would never get over the way Leon’s begging sent a shot of arousal straight to your core. He was always so needy, so pretty. Ocean blue eyes boring into yours, a glimmer of desperation clouding their depths. His lips swollen from the sharp tug of his own teeth, and the bottom one quivers slightly as he pushes it out in a pout.

You hum in response to his request, your thumb trailing gently across the sharp jut of his cheekbone. With a delicate tap to the side of his face, you remove your hand and sit yourself next to him on the bed.

“Good boy,” You purr, smiling down at him knowingly.

A high-pitched moan bursts from Leon’s mouth, your praise sending a shockwave of arousal straight to his cock. His cheeks are a ruddy shade of red, and his breathing is rapid and shallow. His eyelids drooped slightly, his iris heady with his lust for you. His gaze, however cloudy, is still intense as it follows the motion of your hand down toward where he wants you the most.

You lower it down, gently wrapping your delicate fingers around his scorching-hot flesh, causing his hips to rise off the bed, the headboard groaning beneath the strength of his arms as they pull against the rope once more. You chuckle down at him softly, pumping your hand up and down his shaft ever-so-slowly, your thumb purposefully pressing into his frenulum on each upward stroke.

You know what makes Leon tick, what spots to press and tease to make him mindless–drunk with pleasure. With the skillful and practiced ministrations of your hand, it doesn’t take long for you to have him turned into a begging, whining, mess of a man beneath you.

“M-momma, needa–fuck–need t’cum–feels so fucking good–love it when you touch me momma–your hand is so soft–shit–right th-there–hand feels so good on my cock–squeezing me jus’ right–such a perfect momma f’me–oh god–gon’ come–m’gonna come momma–ah!”

You remove your hand suddenly, denying Leon the release for which he was on the precipice for the umpteenth time that night. A sob escapes him, his body thrashing petulantly on the bed. You had teased him within an inch of his life, edging him over and over. He was absolutely dumb with want for you. The sight of his exasperation almost makes you feel remorseful.

“Shh,” you coo at him soothingly. “Don’t you wanna cum in your momma’s pussy, pretty boy?”

Leon sobs again, hot tears now spilling from his cerulean eyes and running in rivulets down his blushing cheeks. He nods his head vigorously, still writhing against his restraints.

“Yes momma, wan’ it. Want it so bad.”

Pleased at the state of mindlessness, you move to straddle his waist, your bare body hovering mere inches above his. His hips buck, his thick cock fighting to meet the warm, wet, and plush mound of your pussy. You pull your hips away from him in a silent warning, giving him a stern look.

“I need you to be a good boy for me Lee, and stay still while I ride you, you got it?”

He bites his lip at your words, his eyelids fluttering with anticipation. He pushes his hips back down onto the bed at your command, and he moans loudly when you press the wet folds of your cunt against the side of his twitching cock.

You can feel the amount of effort that he’s putting into holding himself still for you, his desire to please you, his desire to be a good boy for you overriding his need to thrust up against you.

You place your hands across the expanse of his chest, your nails slightly digging into his soft skin as you begin to rut against him. His breathing stutters beneath your fingertips, and his eyes roll back into his head as he whimpers.

“Please momma–please put my cock inside you–w-wanna cum in you–fuck–wan’ you to bounce on me–want you to cum on my cock–oh shit–wanna be a good boy f’you–wanna fill my momma full of my cum.”

You keen at Leon’s filthy words, throwing your head back in bliss as you continue rubbing your pussy against Leon’s dick.

“Yeah, Lee? You wanna stretch out my pussy with your fat cock–fill me up with your hot cum?”

“Yes, please momma! I’ll make you feel so good–fill you up–make you cum f’me–be your good boy.”

You reached down to grab Leon’s shaft as he spoke, lining his tip up with your entrance. Your eyes connected with his as you began to slide your eager cunt down his length, both of your mouths dropping open in ecstasy.

The bed frame creaks loudly, and your eyes snap up to watch as Leon’s arms pull relentlessly against the ropes. He seems to be putting all his energy into his arms rather than his hips, an effort to remain a still, good boy for you. When you’ve fully sheathed him inside your walls, you let out a shaky breath.

Leon’s dick was big. Not too big, but big enough that you always had to take a moment and allow yourself to accommodate to the stretch of it. Once you had, you began to bounce. Attempting to find a rhythm that hits your sweet spot on every drop down. One of your hands moved to rest on Leon’s chest, while the other wrapped tenderly around his throat.

“You feel so good inside me, pretty boy. I can’t wait to cum around you.”

Leon’s whimpers and whines grew impossibly louder at your words, his desperation to finish inside you reaching its peak. With a strangled sob, he begins to plead with you.

“Momma! Please let me move–I’ll be such a good boy for you–wanna move–wanna fuck you momma–please just let me–please–fuck–I’ll do anything f’you–just lemme move.”

You giggle down at him, your hand tightening around his neck briefly.

“Okay, baby boy. You can move.”

Leon wastes no time in beginning to move his hips once you have given him the all-clear, and he begins to thrust up into your pussy with reckless abandon. The suddenness of the motion causes you to have to use the hand you have on his throat for balance, squeezing his airway off even more.

This only spurs Leon on, a garbled groan leaving him as he pistons his hips into you harder and faster. A strangled gasp leaves you as a resounding crack echoes throughout the room. The world tilts, and suddenly you are on your back, Leon’s still tied hands resting on your chest as he continues fucking into your squelching pussy.

“Fuck momma–gonna fuck you so deep–bury my cock in you–such a pretty momma–pussy’s gripping my cock like a vice–gonna make you cum–shit–gonna make you scream f’me momma–just wait.”

Leon had broken the headboard from all his tugging and thrashing, leaving his hands tied but allowing him to flip you over and take control of the situation. Your pussy throbbed at this, the sheer strength of the man above you hurtling you towards your orgasm.

With a loud yelp of his name, you spasm around Leon’s cock, your orgasm hitting you in full-force. Leon continues thrusting into you, muttering dirty words of praise in your ear as he chases his own high. His thrusts begin to get sloppy and erratic, and with a final push deep into you, he comes with a cry.

Leon collapses on top of you for a moment before rolling off and laughing.

“Guess I gotta buy us a new headboard, huh?”

You roll over on your side to meet his eyes with a smile, your hands moving to untie his bound wrists.

“Yeah. You do.”

#rookie writes #leon s kennedy #re2r leon #leon x reader #leon x reader smut #leon x you #leon x y/n #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader smut #leon s. kennedy x reader #sub!leon

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ithinkitsleon · 4 months

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a/n: idk what this is, i think i got divine motivation from the holy trinity to write something, this is a little draft tho, i may write some more things later and i didnt use the translator so my apologies for incoherent sentences or grammar mistakes

obs: pure angst or anything similar, i decided to write this just bc i would take care and defend leon with all i have (a pair of headphones and a lip gloss), i love this man so much and the fact that i could gobble & savor him like a meal in seconds makes me [inaudible noises] + i go feral over men crying

you and Leon were arguing a few minutes ago about some stupid things he was doing around the house like letting wet towels sit soaked on the bed, all kinds of clothes thrown on the floor that went from shirts to socks and underwears.

you told Leon he looked like a little boy who still needed to be supervised by his mother. Leon shouted back saying you are so annoying that makes him want to rip his hair off his head and die, still he wasn't entirely lying, you could really be insufferable sometimes.

but that in some way hurt you. as a quick response you said you wished you had never met him, that made the poor guy go silent for a couple seconds and he didn't take much to burst into tears and run to his room to lock himself there and lay on his bed until he disappeared inside the mattress.

Leon's life was falling apart since his position as a rookie working on RPD was getting to his nerves, when he had to deal with stupid paperwork, sweeping and mopping the floor all the time, delivering cups of coffee and it got worse when he needed to listen to his boss screaming at him for nothing at all, just for the fun of humiliating young cops. and he thought having you by his side could help him go through hell and back.

but when Leon met you, the first thing that crossed his mind was that God decided to take pity on him and sent and angel to take care of him. you are his safe place, his font of energy when he feels down or tired, you are his light, that showed him the right way avoiding him to drown in his own obsessive and negative thoughts. Leon loved you. in the purest and genuine way you could ever imagine. he was willing to do anything for you. he would die for you, kill for you, lie for you, he would do and any possible and impossible thing to show you his value. even humiliate himself like he did when you found him drunk with his face soaked in tears, sitting on the floor of the garage at the police station begging you to give him a chance.

now Leon was laying on his bed, all curled up in his heavy white blanket, desperately crying his heart out wondering why you said that to him, was he such a terrible person after all ? maybe you were right. maybe he let his troubled life interfere on his attempts of building the relationship of his dreams with you. maybe. he'll never know.

from outside the room you could hear the loud and agonizing sobs that left his throat whenever he tried to recompose himself, failing on the next minute when he started crying again this time choking on his own saliva and coughing right away. seeing Leon like this made you feel awful, you loved him back too but the reason why you acted so bossy and with authority almost all the time was just because you wanted to take care of Leon like a mother, not in a creepy way obviously, you just wanted to see him doing well and being capable of dealing with his professional life at the same time he needed to hold his head in place doing simple house tasks. you decided to let Leon rest for the rest of the day leaving him unbothered.

it's not the first time that arguing like this happened with you two. you avoided at maximum to not argue with Leon, he hates serious discussions and you know that. the only thing that's left for you now is to come up with a excellent excuse to calm him down.

otherwise you'll never see Leon Kennedy in your life again, after completely shattering his little heart that took him lots of time to recollect some parts, now it would take him almost an eternity to stop himself to think and feel like a total loser.

(just saying that i decided to write leon mopping and sweeping floors bc i remembered that here in brazil the rookies that join the army most of the time paint sidewalks and trim trees 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️)

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admirxation · 10 months

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Rookies First Time - Part 3 (finale)

Link to previous parts: Part One | Part Two

Pairing: rookie (re2) Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Summary: Leon has gone and left the reader feeling alone, no more late nights and flirting while training; left with the mundane work life and Krauser — leaving her to make a plan of getting fired to reunite with Leon

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: If any of the following warnings trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable I advise you scroll away, you are in charge of what content you’re viewing. This work is 18+ only so minors are strongly advised not to interact.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, mdni. Female anatomy used for reader as well as she/her pronouns. Uncomfortable flirting (f receiving), non consensual touching, p in v, creampie, blindfolding, doggy style, spanking, f calls m a “good boy” and hair pulling (m receiving).

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Stage Seven: lonely

Helping the other trainees was difficult now; Leon was gone and left you alone with nothing to look forward to, just planning to get out of the job and be back in Leon’s arms. You often thought about him — more than before you started a relationship — but his absence made your yearning grow.

You sat there and took notes for each trainee, writing down a few bullet points to finish up with the session as soon as possible; to give you a sense of comfort you started fiddling with the note that Leon gave you, fidgeting with it and just wanting to get in your car and start driving, not stopping and just find leon — wherever he was now. For all you knew, Leon could have been on his mission right now, but you didn’t want to think about that.

Your only problem now was to get out of the job but also dealing with Krauser. As you sat at the usual table, seeing the trainees go hand to hand with one another, you noticed Krauser looking at you now and again in the corner of your eye; not an ordinary look but a lustful look he had then his eyes gazed upon you with a up and down motion — taking your whole being and form in his peripheral. It felt like his eyes were piercing into your skin, making you feel uncomfortable and wanting to just escape from the situation as soon as possible.

As you watched the trainees you grew weary, as the last group finished you did the usual stand up and critique, getting to the end and disappointed you couldn’t have Leon there to compliment and give a flirtatious wink to. You finished and everyone was dismissed, leaving you to collect your things and make you way, but of course you knew that you weren’t going leave with ease; the routine with Krauser trying to converse with you was always going to happen — your new little routine, but not as fun nor pleasurable as the one you had with Leon.

“Leaving so soon?” he leaned his body on the table you were working at, his piercing eyes darting through you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Yes… You know I must get to my desk, Krauser,” you said with a solem tone, you didn’t give him eye contract and didn’t want to be near anyone in this moment.

“Shame isn’t it… But you know I’m here to make things easier for you?” you rolled your eyes and let out a sigh, “Oh come on darling, don’t you feel lonely?”

“I’m not pathetic enough to be with you.”

Krauser moved closer to you, you held your notebook tightly to your chest, backing up further and further until your back hit the wall. There was no one walking around your area to help, the door couldn’t open without an ID card slide, so an easy and swiftful escape was out of the question. As you were left helpless, Krauser put his hand to the wall, trapping you in and leaving you to feel his warm breath on your neck as he came closer to your face. His hand reaching down to your ass, and leading his fingers to grab you. Tears started to brim in your eyes as you looked away and leaving Krauser to graze his lips along your soft neck.

“Come on darling, you know you love it.”

You tried to push him away, your efforts being futile with his strength being at a higher level than yours. You didn’t give him eye contact, just continuously in efforts to get him off of you. As this continued for a few more minutes — which felt like hours to you — you felt Krauser move to where your hands were pushing him, seeing a disappointed look in his eyes when you finally met his gaze; when looking at him, you were starting to get even more worried with what he was planning to do.

“Fine… Looks like I need to get you more comfortable with me.”

“Just take a hint,” you thought as you looked to the ground, clutching your belongings tight as you cautiously moved to the ID pad to slide your card and let the door open; with every movement Krauser watched you like an animal watched his prey, making you feel nervous at what he was planning in that sinister mind of his. You just wanted this all to end, to have Leon by your side and to never leave him — but that wasn’t going to happen for a while now.

When you sat at your desk, you worked through the little paperwork you had; with Leon gone you were working through it all swiftly with no distractions, letting you go to your living quarters earlier — you had nothing else to do but stay there and watch television or read a book. Audrey was around but she was getting swamped with all the work that was piled on her, so you felt bad to ask her to give you company.

It was getting to the end of the day now, your work pile had depleted a long time ago and you were just pretending to work at this point, looking over at Audrey’s desk and asking her now and again if she needed help — which she would always deny and say she wouldn’t want to bother you with the sweet smile she would always give to you. When your shift was finishing you and Audrey walked back to your rooms together, giggling and talking about that donut and coffee you still owed Audrey after protecting you from Krauser. As you walked closer Audrey’s facial expressions started to change, looking pale in the face as well as worried — she needed to tell you something. Before you stopped at your place, you stopped for a moment to check up on her, and asked her if she was feeling okay, stating that you could take her to the doctor if she was feeling bad.

“I’m okay… Just… I need to tell you something.”

“What’s the matter? Has something happened?” you were worried now, your heart rate quickening.

“Before… Kennedy left,” she kept pausing in her words, “I read the note that was suppose to go to you and… Can I come inside, please?”

You nodded and let her in, looking around to see if anything was around to make her worried — but the hallways were just full of darkness and isolation, no one around and still working at their desks. When you both walked in, you let Audrey get comfortable, giving her a drink and constantly asking her about her wellbeing, giving your best hospitality to her. Sitting next to her and asking what happened.

Audrey took a deep breath after taking a sip of her drink: “I know I shouldn’t have read that note, it was addressed to you and —”

You cut her off for a moment: “Audrey, I don’t care about that, you have nothing to apologise for, just tell me what the note said.”

She went into her bag, finding a note that was crumpled, evident that this was at the bottom of her bag for a bit while you were saying your goodbyes to Leon. She handed it to you and Krauser’s words were placed in your hand. You noticed his shaky handwriting, messy with ink smudges where he took no care, as well as the jagged edges on the paper which looked like he took any scrap he could find. You eyes gazed on the short sentence, it stating: “Come to my place and I’ll make you scream my name”. Your heart fell to your stomach that moment, feeling unsafe but also cringing in the moment when picturing him writing it and thinking it was okay to hand to Audrey to give to you; you were aware of his little ‘crush’ on you, if that was the appropriate way to put it, but you didn’t know this was beginning to be an obsession with you.

Tears started brimming in your eyes, forcing Audrey to put her arm around you, your hands on your face and sinking your head toward your knees as your emotions started to take over; it was all overwhelming for you, too much to go through.

“Y/N, I’m here for you, I’ll protect you… I can put a complaint in.”

“What the point? They never listen to me, they wouldn’t want to lose Krauser and would prefer him.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you looked at Audrey with confusion, “If a letter of complaint goes toward him they’ll pick him, letting you be free and go back to Kennedy.”

That was it.

“Yeah,” a smile crept on your face as you wiped the tears away from your eyes, “I can finally get out of this place if I do that.”

You thanked Audrey, discussing your plans and finally having a genuine smile after Leon’s absence. You would finally be able to see him again.

As you and Audrey discussed your plans, it was getting late and both of you started yawning, altering that it was time to wrap up the conversation. You said your goodbyes and when you locked the door you started to clean up your area, then finishing up your night routine.

You took your work clothes off, finally happy to take the high heels and bra off, stepping into the shower. As the warm water trickled down you, you started to think about what Leon was doing, if he still missed you and if he was awaiting your arrival to his new apartment. It made you smile to think of that handsome face, his lovely personality — among other things — and wondered what would happen when you finally saw him again.

Sitting at your sofa, you put the television on while you did you skin routine, laughing now and again at the cheesy jokes and trying to enjoy the moments you were having to yourself; your whole life couldn’t be doom and gloom about missing Leon. Enjoying the moment.

But you noticed a sound, near your door, a thud that sounded like something fell near your door. You lowered the volume of the television and grabbed a cardigan to cover yourself up, you weren’t planning on opening the door with just a towel so you looked through the peep hole. You couldn’t see anything; the hallway was dark and no one was going to turn the light on at this time of night. Your door was locked and you weren’t worried about anyone coming in, but hearing the sounds and trying to make out the dark figure there was only one person it could be — Krauser.

You didn’t care much since this could be added to the list of complaint, even if you knew it was your reality the superiors wouldn’t believe it and choose Krauser’s stay over yours. To be safe you moved your coffee table in front of the door, putting a glass on the door handle to wake you up if anything happened. You then stayed in your bed and waited for sleep to take over you while you closed your eyes and thought about Leon.

Leon wasn’t taking to this new adjustment well; he was trapped in a new atmosphere, awaiting for further intel on the mission and he wasn’t sure what was happening — stuck in limbo. He thought of you — often — the thoughts would keep his sanity and make him forget about how life was boring and monotonous in this given moment. He missed your touch, the way you taught him everything and the way your name and presence was an ever fixed mark on his memory and heart. Waiting for you to come to his apartment was eating him up, begging any higher power for you to just get in a car and finally be in his arms again. He fantasied about your reactions if he asked you to move in, what it would be like to have fun with you in his bedroom, but also the little things like making dinner and cuddling while watching movies.

He needed to distract himself from the constant reminder of you, moving to his desk and looking through the files for the current mission; the mission that was ambiguous to when he was needed. While flipping through the little information he had, he knew it was futile to try and not think about you. He looked up at the picture he had on his pin board — the picture he got from board in the hallway that told the trainees which people would be of help — you didn’t smile for this picture since it was for identification but Leon still found you so beautiful, but still making him miss that smile he would easily create on your face.

While appreciating the moment, he knew he needed to sleep soon, excited for another day; Leon had started a countdown of days until he saw you again, and he was optimistic that it wouldn’t be long until he saw that beautiful face again.

Stage eight: complaint

You were helping another trainee at the moment — her name being Athena Jenson — a trainee that was the lowest in the class and struggling the most. As you looked through her records, it was just downhill, the graph showing a continuously depleted diagram; it would be a miracle if she finished her training. You stood in the middle of the room, practising on the dummy in front of her, as well as the pop-up figures she needed to use to improve her reaction time; you couldn’t concentrate with every time she failed to push down another pop-up, proving her lack of improvement in reaction time, you got lost in your own imagination and then started to draw eyes and tornado scribbles at the corner of your notebook. You saw in the corner of your eye that she was getting red in the face, close to her breaking point, so you decided to cut this short and turn off the training simulation.

“What the? Miss L/N, I haven’t hit my target,” she had to catch her breath, “We have the room for another 2 hours!”

You heard her pleas, but this was going through one ear and out the other.

“I’m very sorry, but I think it’s best for a break,” you showed her the graph, “Your productivity is going down; you need a few minutes to —”

Athena angrily cut you off: “No, I don’t; I can do this! How can I prove myself if you stop me in my tracks?”

“Miss Jenson —”

“No, don’t Miss Jenson me… You don’t want to continue since I’m not Kennedy, who you can drool over and flirt with!”

Your eyes widened; you knew your crush was evident, but you weren’t aware that people resented you for it. You took a moment before you answered her, seeing her frustration through her heavy breaths and ice-cold stare that shot through your whole being.

“You know… You’re no help; I’m only here because Krauser is busy with Moore, I think it would be best if you just left, and the place could hire some more competent trainers,” this woman wasn’t giving you a break, clearly frustrated at her lack of performance and you being lost in your own little word.

“Okay then… Go talk to someone about that,” you were calm and unaffected by her words, “You may leave now, and once your complaint has gone through, you will have someone else.”

“Y’know all of us want you fired… All you ever did was daydream about Kennedy, yeah I saw you wink at him as well, and honestly, it’s pathetic… You probably just manipulated him with your higher position,” she picked up her water bottle and bag before leaving the room.

“Miss Jenson, your words have made me realise one thing about your group… You know you will never be on the same par as Leon Kennedy… How shameful; even with another trainer, you’ll probably be sent back, so get me fired, and I’ll be happy.”

She rolled her eyes as she left the room, stomping away and releasing a heavy sigh. You then followed suit by getting your things and exiting the room, turning the lights off and locking up with the key code on the pad outside. You saw that Athena went to her right, clearly going to the head office to complain — the thought of it made you smile, she had done the work for you. If you were fired, you would be free from this work life and be able to make your journey to Leon.

As the thought made you smile, you walked to the canteen to pick up a coffee and doughnut and then went over to Audrey’s desk.

“Hey lovely, look what I got you,” placing what you owed on her desk.

“Ooo, finally, I’ve been waiting on this.”

You both laughed as you sat by her desk; you had already finished your work and were checking up on her, helping her by viewing her work but also being distracting with the giggles you were sharing.

You two had spent an hour sharing your funny moments together, knowing that you were annoying some other people around you, deciding to finally roll your chair back to your desk; you went through your computer, organising your files and printing some things off, if you were going to get fired, you might as well be prepared for it. The thought of being let out of this hell was enough to keep a permanent smile.

Until Krauser made eye contact with you and walked closer to you.

“What now?” You thought. You knew nothing too bad could happen; many people were around you to stop him from acting out. But you did feel your heart fall to your stomach, and goosebumps started to form on your arms when Krauser pulled up a seat to be beside you.

“What do you want now? Wasn’t touching me enough,” you said through your teeth, irritation evident in your speech.

“I can’t be bothered trying to convince you otherwise now, you want the rookie so go ahead, but I think there is something you should know.”

You raised a brow, stopping your typing but still having your body face the screen to not give him open body language.

“Just wanted to check up on something, a bit of food for thought,” he leaned back in his chair, “What if you do get fired… Which seems very plausible at the moment. What if Leon moved on… You weren’t the only girl he liked.”

You gave him a confused look, raising a brow but not letting him get to. “Of course, he liked other women before me,” you thought as you knew it was natural, he didn’t even know you before the training, but Krauser opened his mouth, and you knew more nonsense was about to come out.

“Well, you’re not the only girl he ever liked… and started to miss. Didn’t you hear about the woman in Raccoon City… The one who told him she was FBI?” you shook your head again.

“You seem to do your research on Leon… Sure this woman isn’t made up?”

“Your comments do fill me up with joy,” classical sarcasm, “But no, this woman is under suspicion from our superiors… A mercenary that works with the organisation, managed to fool the rookie by saying she was FBI and took his first kiss to seal the deal… You never know; she could have taken something else from him, not just his first kiss.

He then placed a picture of a woman in front of you; you looked at it and saw a woman with dark hair, wearing red, who looked to be from Asian heritage.

“Ada Wong is her name… You’re probably just the replacement.”

You slapped him.

Everyone looked at you, shocked at your sudden anger, but you couldn’t care less.

“Oh, did I touch a nerve? Sad that I might have burst your fantasy?” he then moved closer to your ear, “This wouldn’t have happened if you just came to me.”

As he walked away, you heard a murmur of whispers collect at the back of the room, hearing: “What did he do?” and “Why would she do that?”

You then just looked at the picture of Ada Wong; she was beautiful, you thought, but you didn’t feel any jealousy; yes, he could have had a past with her, but you knew Leon wouldn’t lie to you about you being his first, he was easy to read like a book. You moved the picture in your desk drawer, calmer than ever and knowing freedom was just hours away.

Stage nine: leaving

You were sitting at your desk, flicking through the papers with a new stack of paperwork that needed to be done, but you weren’t going to make a start on it; Krauser’s comments about the inevitability of you being fired sealed the deal for you — you were finally going to be free. Athena Jenson’s complaints would also help the title be snatched away from you, allowing the moment of getting in your car to find Leon.

While continuing to flick the pages — feeling bad for the person who would end up doing this — you saw Krauser walk past your desk. To your surprise, he didn’t stop to talk to you, making a wave of relief wash over you. What took you even more by surprise was that he didn’t look in your direction; you didn’t want him to give you attention, but it still made you curious about his behaviour change. Acknowledging that he told you he would give up on you, you knew something was happening with how easy it was; Krauser was almost obsessed with you and now didn’t want to look at you. Could someone change that quickly? Either way, you were enjoying the time away from him.

Moving your hair away from your face, you stared at the digital clock on your computer screen, counting the minutes until your workday would end. Your mind, however, was elsewhere. Thoughts of Leon, and how you had madly fallen in love with him consumed your every waking moment — you needed him more than ever.

While getting lost in a daydream, your coworker and confidante, Audrey, came bursting into the room with her eyes wide and full of excitement: “Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened!” exclaiming as she walked over to you.

Everyone in the room looked over at her, pausing their work, silently scolding her with a death stare which reminded her to keep her volume low — no matter how excited she was.

You turned your attention away from the clock and raised an eyebrow: “What is it, Audrey?”

“Check your emails! You’ve got to see this for yourself!” Audrey’s voice trembled with barely contained joy.

Intrigued, you quickly navigated to your inbox and opened the latest unread message from your superiors. Your eyes widened as you read the subject line: “Termination Notice.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you scanned the contents of the email; your employment was finally being terminated, asking you to pack your things and leave the facility by the end of the day. Your face turned into a grin, a mixture of relief and elation spreading across your features — it was finally time — you had finally orchestrated your termination and could now find Leon.

You turned to her, eyes shining with excitement: “I can’t believe it worked. I’m finally free!”

Audrey mirrored your smile, although a tinge of sadness appeared in her eyes: “I’m glad it worked out, Y/N. You deserve to be happy.” She paused momentarily, then continued with a softer voice: “But I’ll miss you, you know.”

You reached out and squeezed Audrey’s hand: “I’ll miss you two, Audrey. You’ve been more than just a coworker to me. You’ve been my friend, I couldn't have gone through any of this without you.”

You two stood there in silence, the weight of your impending farewell hanging heavily in the air. The knowledge that your time working side by side was ending filled your hearts with conflicting emotions. The realisation tempered your longing for Leon that leaving this job meant leaving behind a dear friend.

Audrey finally broke the silence, a hint of a smile playing on her lips: “Here,” she said, scribbling her phone number on a small piece of paper. “Take this. We may not work together anymore, but that doesn’t mean we can’t stay in touch. Call me anytime, okay?”

You took the paper, a glimmer of hope flickering in your eyes: “Thank you, Audrey. I’ll keep in touch.”

You shared a final embrace, holding each other tightly as if trying to imprint the moment in your memories forever.

The office, once filled with the hum of computers and voices of their colleagues, was now empty and silent, as you walked toward your living quarters to gather your personal belongings, you couldn’t help but reflect on the experience you shared with Audrey, as well as thinking about how Leon would react when he would see you again. You packed everything and remembered the late nights, the adrenaline-filled moments, but also the quiet moments where you felt lonely, which stopped when Leon entered the picture.

When you finally left the office, you took a deep breath, your heart lighter with the knowledge that you was leaving behind a job that held you captive for so long. You stepped into a world filled with endless possibilities, driven by your love for Leon and the chance of a new beginning and everything you wanted to complete.

The road was ahead, some things uncertain, but you knew you had made a new love and friend because of the job.

Stage ten: reunited

You continued to follow the directions that were in front. You took a deep breath as you sat in the driver’s seat of your car, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly; you couldn’t believe you had finally done it — finally free from the shackles of your job that had been draining your energy. It had taken some time and courage, but you knew it was the right decision for your mental and emotional well-being, as well as knowing that you needed to follow your heart; Leon wasn’t just a hook-up, a crush, he was something serious with you now, and all you needed to do was to reunite and share a bond and love with one another.

With a newfound sense of freedom and excitement, you plugged in the address to Leon’s new apartment into the GPS; you smiled as you saw the estimated arrival time and realised that this was just a few hour's drive — you thought this would be an extra long road trip that would last for ages. The rain tapped softly on the roof of your car, your window open a little, giving that earthly smell of rain and hearing the cosy pattern of raindrops — adding to a sense of adventure.

As you drove, you stopped a few times to ask for directions, not wanting to rely solely on technology — knowing your luck would run out at some point. People were friendly and helpful, and you easily accessed the city. Along the way, you decided to make a quick detour to a little cute home decor shop; you walked in and picked up some things Leon could put in his home and some of your touches.

Finally, you arrived at the address. You took a deep breath and checked your appearance in the rearview mirror, a nervous excitement building within you. You grabbed your bag, keeping the bulk of your belongings in the back — you were going to wait for Leon to help you with that — your heart pounding in your chest and making you feel dizzy and light-headed.

Reaching the entrance, you hesitated for a moment before pressing the buzzer; you waited anxiously, feeling your palms getting sweaty.

When a voice crackled through the intercom, your heart skipped a beat.

“Hello?” Leon’s voice sounded puzzled. You couldn’t help but have a big smile; hearing his beautiful and innocent voice again made you feel elated.

“H-Hello… Um, it’s me… Y/N… I —.” Leon cut you off while working on your reply.

For a moment, there was silence, and your heart sank.

“Did he forget me?” You thought.

You slowly made your way back to the car, that smile dropping into a straight face as you looked at the car in disappointment, feeling wet from the rain drowning your hair. Tears were growing in your eyes, your spirits dampened by the rejection.

But as you were about to get into the car, you heard the sound of the apartment building door open behind you. You didn’t think much of it, but you turned around and saw him. Leon. He stood in a white shirt and grey sweatpants, messy hair and disbelief on his face.

“Y/N?”

“Leon,” you softly muttered as your eyes met his.

He moved closer to you, getting himself soaked in the rain as well; you didn’t move and let him make his advances. When he was inches away from you, he moved quickly to wrap his arms around you, and you melted into his warmth, being greeted with his scent once more.

“Don’t go now; I’ve missed you,” he whispered in your ear.

You didn’t care about the current weather conditions, just wanting to live in the moment; finally, you were reunited with Leon, and there was no one around to stop you. Your heart soared as you moved into a passionate and romantic kiss, your lips melding into a rhythm that showed you had been yearning for each other’s touch for some time.

Leon then looked at your car, seeing you had a lot of stuff, suggesting that he would help you move everything in.

When moving your stuff had finished, Leon handed you a towel and shirt to dry yourself off and get changed as he pilled your boxes in the corner of the front room.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe it was you at first,” Leon said as you rubbed the towel on your hair, “I just couldn’t imagine that you’d come all this way… I thought I wouldn’t see you for a while.”

“Well, I’m here now… Ready to start a life with you,” you looked into his eyes sincerely.

Leon smiled, showing he wanted the same things you did. You spent the evening talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company when you finally went to the multiple bags of things Leon had brought up from his car, bringing out all the blankets, pillows, pictures, and other decor you bought for Leon. He smiled again, pulling your arm to kiss you once again.

“You’ve gotten more eager,” you playfully said as Leon pulled your body onto his lap.

You were wearing one of his shirts, baggy and oversized on you, wearing nothing but panties underneath it — this excited Leon. The way you were placed onto Leon’s lap made you recriopcrate the same feelings Leon was experiencing, feeling his touch and wanting things to escalate further; Leon looked at you, smirked, and before you knew it, his lips were magnetised to your soft neck, beginning with pecks then manifesting into deep kisses and sucks along your neck — leaving you to softly moan as markings were making its way in the process.

“I love this,” you felt Leon smile under your touch, feeling his desperation as his hands continuously wrapped around your waist to bring you closer, not wanting to waste any time and get back to where you left off.

“But you know,” you paused to enjoy his kisses, “You’re not in charge here.” You cooed at Leon and began to slow down, separating from your neck to wonder what you would do, feeling his excitement underneath you as he knew you would rock his world — like before.

“So what happens now, then?” Leon looked up at you with his glistening eyes, anticipating what you were about to do to him.

You moved your feet to the carpeted floor, feeling the warmth against your skin as you swung your body around to get on your knees — Leon knew exactly what you were going to do, and he couldn’t wait — you pushed your hair away from your face and looked at him with lust, biting your lip as you moved. You put your fingers around the band on his waist, Leon moving his hips to make it easier to slide his pants down and give him all the pleasure he would ever want.

Leon gasped when his cock met the cold air, it springing up to your view and waiting for your touch, already having precum on his tip — you loved how he was wrapped around your little finger. You placed your hand on his length, him wincing at the slightest touch, slowing inching your mouth to his tip, which you knew was killing Leon with the wait; when you finally wrapped your warm mouth around his cock, Leon rolled his eyes to the back of his head, and his breathing deepened and became laboured.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, “Don’t stop… P-please… This is so… good.” He couldn’t help but slightly thrust his hips to make his cock hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, enjoying how confident he got around you.

You continued moving your head up and down, swirling your tongue in circles when you got the tip — tasting the premature ejaculation. You were so happy to feel him again, to taste him, just to be with him again; you knew now this would continue for as long as you both wanted. Your gaze looked up — at first seeing Leon’s muscular physique — then seeing him bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut; this look meant that Leon was trying not to cum too fast.

With picking up on his body language, you removed yourself — leaving Leon desperate for your touch again — looking into his eyes.

“How about we try something new?”

“I’ll do anything as long as it’s with you,” he was loyal to you.

You smirked when hearing his submission; his devotion to you only turned you on even more; he was your good boy, and seeing him squirm under your control made your entrance wetter. The way Leon looked at you communicated his trust in you; when you saw his consent, you removed the shirt Leon gave you, exposing your chest and creating a dust of pink on Leon’s cheeks. You knew Leon was sitting in anticipation — excited still — and watching your every movement; you folded the shirt into a neat long rectangle, long enough to put around Leon’s eyes to blindfold him. When Leon knew what would happen, he released a deep breath when his vision was omitted, wanting you to use him however you wanted.

When Leon was left helpless, vulnerable, and unable to estimate what would happen, you removed your already-soaked panties — tossing them to the side. You placed your hands on Leon’s shoulders and moved your legs to the side of Leon’s; Leon could now feel what you would do. You started to grind your hips down on Leon’s cock, him gasping when he felt your wet pussy glide along his member.

“Fuck,” Leon said under his breath; he was in great need of your entrance — he missed how it felt.

“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” you cooed in his ear, lingering your fingers through his soft hair.

“Please, baby.”

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes baby, I have; please, please, just let me fuck you… Please,” he started stuttering, his speech becoming messy the further he begged and pleaded for you.

You were positioning your entrance with Leon’s cock while he was pleading, letting it rub against you, which made his breath quiver; when he released his last “please”, you then slammed your hips down, leading you to both have a harmonious gasp. When adjusted to his length — once again — you bounced your hips, causing you two to both moan, filling the room with pleasurable sounds from your sexual unity.

You kept giving Leon what he wanted, gently pulling his hair back while you fucked him; he winced while you did this to him, liking the pain you were putting him through.

“Who’s my good boy?”

“Me, I’m your good boy.”

Your clit tingled when he moaned and twitched underneath you, smiling while he wrapped his hands around your hips and moved you up and down. Leon’s strength showed when his grip hardened, palming bruises on your hips; you winced with how hard he handled you but had to admit you loved it.

After a while, you lifted Leon’s blindfold, seeing his confusion and excitement when seeing your beautiful body again.

“Do you want to try anything else, baby… I don’t want to take control of the whole situation,” you laughed a little at the end of our statement.

He nodded: “Um… Can you bend over the table.. For me,” he was always shy when asking you for something.

You lifted yourself up and followed his wants, getting on your knees (once again) and placing your torso on the coffee table, looking behind you to see when Leon would do what he wanted. You arched your back and felt Leon place his hands on your waist, positioning himself; when you were both comfortable, he started to ram inside you, making you gasp and scream his name.

“Oh fuck, please don’t stop, Leon,” you moaned as Leon ramped himself behind you.

He kept pushing his cock inside you, hearing and feeling how wet you were, loving the view of your ass jiggle as he manhandled your gentle body. You heard Leon’s heavy breaths as he tried to keep the same rhythm he started with.

“Am I doing this right, baby?”

“Just shut up and fuck me… You know you’re doing it right!” you screamed, making Leon happy with pleasing you.

With that newfound confidence, Leon continued to ram his cock inside your wet cunt, spanking you now and again, then starting to make it in regular tandem when he heard your moans every time he marked your ass with a red hand print.

“I’m gonna cum,” you said with a shaky breath.

Leon then maintained the same pace, continuing to spank you.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed when your released yourself all over Leon’s cock.

When Leon felt you glaze his member he then released hot ropes inside you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he did. He sat there for a moment, until he finally removed himself, seeing his cum ooze out of you and drip down your thighs; just the sight alone made him want to do a round two but he had exhausted himself — for now. He couldn’t help but just collapse his body weight and just sit on the floor, no longer having the effort to lift himself up to go on the sofa; you followed suit and removed yourself from the table.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you most, Leon… I’m glad we can start something more serious now.”

“About that,” you looked at him confused and worried, “Since you’re here… Does that mean you’re now my girlfriend?”

“Yeah Leon… Guess it does. So what now?”

“Guess we start a life together now.”

You both smiled, kissing one another in your happiness again, knowing that nothing had to be secret. You could start a whole new life.

Authors Note: Last part, omg, thank you so much for the engagement with the last parts; please share the same love for the final my loves !!!! I am appreciative of every single like, reblog, comment and message people send me; love you a lot. I will now be working on a Las Plagas Leon one-shot and a few Luis drabbles *wink wink*, hope you stick around for that. Have a lovely day/ evening y’all <3

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I'm Sorry!

Sub!RE2R!Leon x FemDom!Reader

A/N: You cannot handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. Observe

*insert this Leon fic*

(not proofread)

He didn't mean it, he's serious! How would he have known Ada would say those words and do all those things to him in front of you?! Her harsh words of “You shouldn't be with her” and “You're better off with me” all while attempting to close her lips on his. Oh well, there's no point in trying to negotiate with you anymore. Not while his legs are lifted up and tied above his head, along with his hands tied behind his head.

NSFW Under The Cut!

“Please, m-my love, she was just t-trying to get under your SKIN!” the last part of that sentence yelped as your hand slaps harshly against his aching cock. His back arching instinctively as you softly rub your hand around the inside of his thighs. “She was, but you let her touch you, why?” Your sentence cold as your dry fingers caress the soft flesh directly outside his exposed asshole.

Leon had no response, wrinkles covering his forehead as he tries to think of one, but it's kinda hard if your fingers are teasing all his sensitive parts. Small pants leave him as his brain already slowly turns into mush, your finger alone do work wonders on him.

A large stinging pain interrupts his thoughts, he looks up to see a sour look on your face. He knew you were impatient, but all this pain and pleasure is too much! He can't think straight! “Alright fine, if you can't talk to me, I'll make sure you can't talk for the rest of the night”

Those words caught him off guard, wait, what do you mean by that? His thoughts running wild as a heavy, dark blushes forms on his face. Are you gonna spank him until he's a moaning mess on your lap? Are you gonna overstimulate him? N-no you would do that right? You know how sensitive and whiny he gets when you overstim him.

Alas his eyes avert to your tall figure as you walk out of the closet, a harness in one hand and... Oh no, no no no no! Seriously!? Leon's breath hitches as he stares at the fat dildo in your hand, it was one of his most hated ones, one that you would only use if he's been really, really bad, and that's only been once!

It was a pretty ombre colour, ranging from light pink at the tip, to purple in the middle and light blue at the base. It was girthy as well, you couldn't even make your index and thumb touch together around it. You set aside the toys, raking your finger nails against his abs, leaving small red lines on his sensitive skin. Leon whines and arches his back slightly up, telling you to keep going. Deciding to be even more mean, you take your hand off his body and stand directly in front of his, hands behind you back.

He whines, biting his lips as his eyes start glistening. You coo and walk back up to him, wiping his tears with your sleeve. “Save those tears angel, you're going to be needing them later” your velvety voice soothes him as you softly kiss his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as your thumbs rub circles on his waist.

You let go of his waist and pull yourself upwards, you lift your fingers and rub them against his soft, plump lips. He understands your message, opening his mouth and letting your fingers slip him, his lips close around them as his tongue begins to work, lapping up your ring and middle finger, covering them with his spit. He slowly lifts his head foward, feeling your fingers in the back of his throat, causing his eyes to roll back and him to softly gag against them.

You pull your fingers out and smile at him, silently praising him with your clean hand rubbing against his cheek. Leon melts into your touch, completely forgetting about your other hand until a warm, wet feeling is put against his hole. He softly whimpers as you slowly insert your middle finger in, giving him praise along the way, for being such a patient boy of course. A soft gasp leaves him as you insert your entire finger into him, slowly inserting the other with ease.

As both fingers enter him, his whimpers become soft moans as you curl your fingers inside him. Leon arches and throws his head back and find his prostate. Curling and pumping your fingers again and again, although this isn't for his pleasure, it's only to prep him for the dildo you're about to ruin him with.

It had only felt like 15 seconds before Leon indicates that he's about to cum. You pull your fingers out and wipe them against the towel you laid beneath him. Leon groans as the rope around his ankles started to sting, with a little bit of convincing, you untie the rope around it, still leaving his hands locked behind his head, he doesn't mind though.

He drops his legs down and wraps them around your form, only to be met with a harsh slap to his inner thigh, causing him to spread himself open. “No touching, not until I say you can” your harsh words fill his ears as he nods automatically.

You grab the lube next to you, squeezing a decent amount into your hand, Leon watches intently as you stroke up and down the dildo as you would his cock, covering the entire silicone with lube, you grab the harness next to Leon's thigh and tie it around your hips, adjusting the dildo as well.

You crawl on to the bed, only your feet hanging off. You bend down and kiss Leon's cheek. “You ready?” your soft voice spoils him, he nods his head and spreads his legs as wide as he can for you, you smile at his helpfulness. Your soft hands grab his plump thighs, balancing yourself as you slowly push into him.

Leon softly sobs as the tip of the dildo inserts into him, Jesus he wasn't even halfway and there are tears already falling from his eyes. The tip stretched him nicely, although there was always more pain than pleasure in the beginning. “Do you wanna take a breather?” you ask, genuine concern in your voice. Leon shakes his head, insisting that he's okay, and that he can take more.

You deadpan and throw a quick eyebrow raise at him, then a smirk appears on your face, he notices it and slightly begins to panic. A snarky comment was thrown his way, “You can handle more? Okay then” oh shit.

His eyes widen as you throw both of his legs over your shoulders. “W-wait what are you d-doiNG! FU-AH!-CK!” His sentence was cut off as you thrust, base deep into him. Tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes, you coo and bend over to his face, licking the tears away. Your thrust are slow, relaxing, making him get used to such a big object inside him, yeah maybe 12 inches was a little too much, but you're not going to forgive him that easily.

Pre-cum drips from his tip as you softly kiss him, even though no words were spoken, your lips already told him, he doesn't need to worry, and that you'll take care of everything. Leon steadily relaxes, only tensing up a little as you quicken your pace a bit. Oh but don't worry, he'll get his punishment soon, just be patient.

You quicken your pace even more, letting go of the kiss and grabbing his shins for support. Your nails dig into his skin, causing him to grit his teeth and grip whatever of the pillow case he could from behind him. “hah- shit, so deep, can't take- gonna c-cum~” his voice strains as he looks up desperately at you, his glistening eyes begging for release.

You smile and bend down, tugging the strands if hair out of your face and behind your ears, you lower yourself even more, until your lips are basically right on the skin of his ear. “Cum for me.” Those words. Those three specific words, along with that seductive, velvety tone, it always threw him off the edge. So with that, he arches his back and squeezes his thighs around you, causing you to almost suffocate, but you really didn't mind. Thick white ropes of cum spill all over his stomach and legs, some even on your clothes tits as his mind goes blank for a split second. Leon gasps and untraps you from his thighs, apologizing for almost killing you.

“Don't worry, if I were to die, your thighs would definitely be the way to go” you joke as you bring his legs back up on your shoulders, delicately kissing his calves.

Leon takes a few breaths, only to realize the pleasure of release is being filled with pain again, he looks down to see you still thrusting, just at a slower pace. Just as he notices you, you grab a chunk of his hair and quicken your pace again, this time much, much more faster than before. You untie the ropes holding his hands together and instead replace them with your own hand. “What? Y-you thought we were done? I'm not stopping until you're screaming, begging, crying apologies in my face, understand?”

Leon nods blindly as his brain becomes mush, moans, whimpers and gasps leaving him, accompanied by the creaks of the old wooden bed. “Fuck! Too much, too much! Can't take any-anymore, it's t-too b-big!” Leon cries out. “Doesn't sound like a sorry to me” your cold and harsh voice spits at him.

He sobs and yelps as he cums for a second time. You growl in annoyance. Getting tired of this position, you grab Leon and pull him up, sliding your legs beneath him, and laying down on your back. You grab his thighs and hold him steady, thrusting up into him as he thrusts down on to you.

Tears slip out of Leon's eyes, sliding underneath and down his chin, he holds your shoulders for support as he basically rides you. One of your hands let go of his thighs and wraps tightly around his leaking, red cock, pumping up and down.

"Oh please, my love, let me cum! Pleaseplease!” Leon begs as his brown eyes become swollen with tears. “Not until you apologize” He both whines and growls. “F-fine! F-fuck! Shitshit, m' sorry! m' sorry! I'm s-so sor-r-r-ry!” he gasps, throwing his head back as you smirk in victory. “Go ahead, you've earned it” thank yous spill out of his mouth as he reaches his third orgasm, his slick covering more of his stomach and your own clothes, great, more laundry tomorrow.

You pull out of Leon slowly, resting him on top of you for a bit, just to catch some breath, maybe this'll show Ada that Leon is yours, and only yours.

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grnherbs · 10 months

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puppy boy leon begging to rut against your body

eighteen plus, mdni

anyway you allow, just so he can feel a bit of release, whining and nuzzling his nose into your neck as you place with his hair at the back of his nape.

"my good puppy wants to cum for mommy so bad huh?" you berate and he nods desperately, bare cock grinding against your bare leg beneath your skirt, wheeping precum from the tip, red and swollen for you, leaving him untouched for weeks, his cock was heavy with cum, pent up and ready to release whenever you say he could.

he growls and pins you down, a moment of sheer desperation coming over him as he presses your thighs together, beginning to rut inbetween them, using your thighs as his personal fleshlight, "m-mommy feels so good, love your thighs" he whines out and you notice a stray tear on his cheek and he tries to slow his breathing, animalistic need taking over and his hips began to stutter.

you lift a finger to his cheek, collecting the tear and sucking it off your finger, taking note of his hot pink cheeks and pouting in a teasing way to him, which made him pout back, his bottom lip shaking as he cried more now, hips faltering more and more.

"p-please, mommy, need, want, to need to cum please" he cries out shaking as you grip his arms to steady him, his wet cock sliding in and out of your slightly parted thighs and you stroke his hair "cum for me pretty puppy, good boy, cover mommy in your cum baby" and he obliges, his body going limp on top of you as his cum stains your white top, having him moan out again and again, shaking slightly from weeks of edging finally coming to fruition.

"good boy, you came so much for mommy didn't you? you needed it so bad huh?" and you pile some of his cum onto your finger tips, sucking them clean as you look into his watery blue eyes. "taste so good for me angel, so so good" and relief washes over him as he closes his eyes, head nestled between your breasts, letting out a shiver.

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moonrisecoeur · 5 months

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Ur the best sub Leon writer soooo… idk if you seen these but ppl treat las plagas parasite as sex pollen 😭 and I’m so here for it. Concept : re4 leon infected by the parasite OK but he starts out very agressive but ofc he’s a sub so he does whatever reader wants in order to yk… achieve the goal of the parasite (breeding 😔 who said that? Not me) And pls make the reader mean, I love mean femdoms sm, they are chefs kiss. If you need more clarification post it I’ll send another one idk but I’m just seeing what YOU come up with. LOVE UR WRITING btw I love how it’s pretty in character tbh cuz I read ur bully Leon one and I was like “yeah fr like he’s too caring to be a bully 💀”

OMG WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD: you said smth so mean to him that he came too early. He was so sorry for coming early and the mess he made in you But then he continued to keep going trying to pump more- OK SORRY

the BEST?? idk about that but i shall take ur compliment and deliver to you only my best work so thank u bestie i appreciate it sm !! ^-^

las plagas is crazy cuz like the black veins, the loss of control with your physical body, the pain it causes… that’s literally so hot. leon was so fuckable all of re4 but especially in the scenes where his body is being controlled that man is SCRUMPTIOUS

also just so you know. the veins on his dick are black as well ♡

no pronouns mentioned, afab parts mentioned, plaga leon has to be a top im sorry (technically in straight relationships men are always topping unless u count pegging BUT in this context i mean he’s a top more like ‘he’s a sub but he’ll fuck u stupid’ like that’s the vibe)

you spot his blonde hair from across the hall, running over to him excitedly. thank god you found him.

“leon!” you call out, grabbing the attention of the man in question, as you catch up to him. finally finding him in this nightmarish place after getting separated was the best thing possible, “holy crap, i’m so- i’m so glad you’re okay— woah, what… what happened to you?”

he takes a cautious step back, still seemingly holding a little bit of control over his body, “they said it was a gift in my…. my blood… don’t know what the fuck that was about..”

you take a step forward, reaching out your hand to touch his face, fingers tracing the black lines that were once veins invisible to the naked eye. but he stops you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist, “don’t.”

“don’t… what?” you ask nervously, shoulders slumped.

“you need to… stay away from me,” he groans from pain, and you’re too worried to listen to his words, “stop, get away from me, you— i could hurt you! i don’t want to hurt you…”

but you don’t listen to him, betraying his wishes by shaking off his grip and reaching your hand out again. he can’t try to stop you this time. he moans, actually moans, when your fingertips touch his face, caressing him softly.

“really? it’s that good?” you ask with a small smirk on your face. leon thinks he could die.

“f-fuck…” he mumbles, finally coming closer to you. his hands wrap around your waist as he leans in for a kiss that you’re not ready for, and you both stumble backwards while you try to ground yourself.

he’s getting rough, aggressive, and you need to push back a little or else he’ll consume you entirely. not that you’d mind.

“leon, ease up,” you whisper, pushing him back slightly, and when a growl escapes his throat, you know he’s clearly not in any state to listen, “leon.”

he annoyedly makes eye contact with you, trying his best to listen to what you’re about to say. he is trying, and that’s the worst part. this is him at his most gentle, most restrained.

“you need to listen to me, okay? can you do that?” you ask softly, hand against his chest to keep him from diving too deep into you, and pressing a kiss to his lips. it’s softer. he moans into your mouth needily, but you don’t let him get rough. instead you sweetly get the taste of him. sure, it’s not a delicious taste, but he’s a delicious experience.

you enjoy the way he’s trying so intensely to control and contain himself, for your sake. he knows what you want from him is not his full fledged desires out in the open, completely unchecked.

when you pull away, he looks wrecked already, “please, you can’t do this to me, not if you’re just going to walk away and leave me desperate.”

part of you wants to reassure him. i’m not going to leave you. i would never abandon you when you need me most. but the other part just wants to ravage him, take all of him for yourself, leave nothing of him left but the perfection you’ve created. perfection in your eyes. maybe he’s not the only one infected with some kind of tainted desire.

instead, to accomplish both, you kiss him again, letting your own intensity and desire take over, potentially overpowering his. he whimpers, his shaky hands holding your hips for stability. he’s not being grossly possessive and rough like before. he’s softer now, pliable.

when you pull away, you whisper, “we need to get somewhere safe.”

“wha… what?”

“i need to take my time with you, and we’re not safe out in the open like this…” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to that sweet spot right below his ear. it’s so cute how truly weak leon is right now. sure, that’s always been his weakness, but it’s elevated multiple times over by this parasite in his blood. you have half the mind to thank that weird cult.

when you find a safe room, you’re immediately back on him, pushing him against the wall, enjoying the way he whimpers as you kiss him, his need for you multiplying by the minute.

“please, please, i need you, i need you so fucking bad, please, i need to take you, need to make you mine, need to—”

“shut up,” you groan, fingers roughly grabbing his jaw, pushing his head back and away from you, “you’re going to be good, or you won’t get what you want. i don’t care how badly you fucking need me, you’re going to be patient. you’re going to be nice and obedient or you’ll get nothing from me. and that little parasite inside of you is horrified at the idea that you won’t get to fuck my pretty pussy, hm?”

he looks pathetic, moaning like a whore at just some words, but it’s the way you say them, the way you say them, that kills him. he eventually calms himself down enough to nod with his eyes shut tightly, “i’ll do whatever you say. you know that.”

“lay down on the floor,” you command, almost growling back at him, and he opens his eyes in surprise.

“what?”

“you heard me. on the ground, beneath me, right now, leon,” your eyes narrow at him, enjoying the way he weakly sinks to his knees before sitting down completely and laying back.

“like this..?” he asks, confused. he doesn’t know what’s about to happen, and that excites him immensely.

you take off your belt with all your utility tools and your jeans along with it. then finally, your underwear. he looks up at you with wide, delicious eyes.

he asks so sweetly, even though he knows the answer, “are you… are you gonna make me..?”

“yeah, you are. i’m going to sit down on your pretty, pretty face and you’re going to enjoy every second of being beneath me, where you belong, servicing me, and making me cum.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of belonging beneath you, “yeah, fuck, okay—”

“—and you’re not going to fucking talk until i cum, got it?”

he nods, and once you sit down upon your throne, he gets right to work. he laps up the fluids of your cunt like a dog, working tirelessly, sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. this is his place. he deserves nothing more than to be here with you, caving to your every desire even if all of his thoughts include breeding you and getting you pregnant with his babies. he’d do anything you asked if he could just have that.

he’d be at your service, at your mercy, until you chose to give him what he wanted.

but he makes you cum so fucking hard that it’s impossible to not give him what he wants, especially when rough hands grab onto your thighs as you’re cumming and he’s still giving you the head of your life through your orgasm. he grabs you just to stabilize you, but also to be possessive.

he can’t help how bad he’s gotten about jealousy and possessiveness with this parasite. he’s never been the jealous boyfriend, knowing you could hold your own and you’re loyal and stuff, but something about the way he looks at you now is different. it’s deep and primal. he looks at you like he needs to have you, and no one else can.

it’s insanely hot, but it’s also inconceivable how uncontrollable those urges are. leon has good self control, and you notice it in how he’s acting. again, this is him at his most restrained. he’s trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, taking everything he wants from you because he knows you don’t want that.

somewhere deep inside of him, he’s still himself, still that awkward and dorky guy that just wants to love you and give you everything you want. you wouldn’t want that.

when you roll off of him, laying down next to him to give yourself a moment to recover, you press a kiss to his shoulder, a sign that it’s an act, your harshness isn’t real. he returns the gesture by kissing the top of your head. a sign that he acknowledges your motives.

“please,” he whimpers suddenly, startling you out of your daze as his hand caresses your back softly, “i’ll let you control everything, you can do whatever you want with me, but fucking please, i’m so desperate to put my cock inside of your pussy, baby. i can’t think straight, and i’m trying so damn hard to control myself but i won’t be able to much longer…”

“yeah? you wanna put your cock inside of me? feel it throb inside the wetness and warmth of my cunt, fill me up with—”

he cuts you off with a loud moan, his hands grasping onto you and his eyes shutting tightly at the thought of such pleasure. he looks wrecked at the mere mention of cumming inside of you. you obviously have to capitalize on this fact.

“oh? so it’s the filling me up part, isn’t it? the ‘gift’ you have makes you really want to cum inside me, hm?” you say, smirking cruelly at him, watching his resolve crumble as he moans shamelessly, “do you want… breed me, leon?”

he gasps, breathing heavily. he’s incredibly wound up, and now you know the real reason he’s insatiable and uncontrollable, “f-fuck, i— it’s not that i want to, it’s that i need to… i need to fuck you and breed you so damn bad, i—”

you cover his mouth with the palm of your hand, enjoying the way he groan in pleasure when you straddle him. god, he’s not even inside of you, but he looks fucked out. he looks he’s about to burst already.

“god, you’re so fucking desperate,” you mumble to him, leaning in closer to whisper to him despite having him muzzled with your hand. not that he’d ever hurt you, he would never even imagine it, “you’re going to fuck me stupid, okay? you’re going to fuck me until my legs go numb and i can’t feel anything but you… and only when i tell you you can, you’ll breed me, fuck your cum even deeper into me and not let any of it escape. understood?”

he breathes shakily, not responding. obviously you forgot you have your hand over his mouth. when you take it off, he nervously says, “got it. i’ll… i’ll be good. i’ll make you feel so good.”

your voice is dark, cruel, full of malicious intent, “you fucking better, or i won’t let you cum. you’ll get to fuck me, sure, but i won’t ever give you the satisfying orgasm your body is desperately aching for. you won’t get to fill me up, and all you’ll have left to fuck for your little orgasm is your hand.”

his heart aches. the idea of disappointing you makes him feel a physical pit of nervousness in his stomach, the same ones he felt when he was more like himself. he just wants to feel like himself again.

“g-got it,” he whimpers. you get off of him, and he’s got you pinned immediately, gently resting you against the ground he was previously laying on. the image of you beneath him has him breathless. he feels like he’s worshipping a god with every move he makes.

he slides his cock into you, groaning at how easy it is, how wet you are. he bottoms out almost immediately, enjoying the way your body wraps around him in almost every sense. he silently adores you. he loves that you want him, crave him just like he craves you. that underneath all of your dominance, you’re his lover too.

fuck, he’s starting to feel possessive again. he beings to thrust into you, his body moving faster than either of you can handle, but you keep your cool better than he does.

“don’t let yourself start to think you’re in control,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips to his shoulder, baring your teeth but not hard enough to draw blood. just enough to remind him of his place, “you belong to me. not the other way around, got it?” you growl into his ear.

he can’t even respond, too enraptured by your body and the feeling of your control over him leaving him a shuddering mess.

and you can’t even deny it. he’s putting in the work, thumb playing your with your clit just like how he knows you like, and clearly he’s getting the results he’s looking for. his body comes closer to the edge sooner than he’d like, but he tries to stave it off, for your sake.

still leaning into him, you whisper in your darkest voice, “maybe i should leave you like this, so you can stay this desperate… for me. i would try and cure you, but… not sure if i really care anymore.”

he shudders, voice giving out on him as he tries to plead with you. he cums without warning, obviously his body did it without the consent and go-ahead of his conscious mind. he already looks embarrassed at cumming without your permission. you don’t really have the mind to care right now, but you remember it for.. later.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck, leon, give it to me, give in to your cravings, your desires, your needs,” you moan in his ear, desperate for him, only him, and he’s yours, he’s all yours, it’s all he’s ever been and all he’ll ever be. he keep fucking you even after cumming, keeping you filled up, pushing it deeper, “make me yours.”

and he has no choice but to comply.

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elfven-blog · 11 months

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What a pretty pup

Summary: You’ve been teasing Leon for hours, and finally give him a taste

Puppy!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

CW: MDNI, 18+, Puppy Leon,Sub!Leon, teasing, female reader anatomy, Leon eats pussy. There is no plot. (If I have missed anything, please let me know)

Word count: 957

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He looked so pretty like this, you conceded, on his knees below you. The collar on his bite littered neck sat so perfect with the pet tag resting just between his collarbone, and the lead tugging his head away from what he wanted so much as sweat plastered his blonde hair to the skin of his forehead.

“Please” he whined with a broken voice, cheeks red and eyes lidded from the hours of refusing him his perfect high. Your eyes drifted lower down the expanse of his chest and to the even prettier cock, painfully hard and oh so messy. His thighs were coated from the precum that had been leaking from his tip, the fat head of his cock was bright red from desperation and even as he begged for release, you could tell with the way it jerked against his leg that he liked the way you were teasing him.

Your fingers moved to dip back inside your soaked hole, Leons pupils swallowed the blue of his irises as his gaze was trained on the sight. Another whine leaving him as he tried to move closer, your grip on the leash stopping his efforts. He was so close, enough that you could feel the hot breath on your folds. “Don’t whine, pup, gotta be good for me and wait patiently”.

His brow furrowed as he glanced up at your face, the look in your eyes only making his abs twitch before he was nodding “I’ll be good, I’ll be good” His gaze moved back to the way your fingers moved further inside you, hand twitch from where they were bound behind his back “promise, just gotta let me taste your cunt okay?”

Your lip twitch up in a grin, pulling your fingers out slowly with a moan. Your own attention on the way Leons tongue lolls out his mouth at the sight of your slick coating your fingers. And deciding that maybe he has been a good boy, “S’pose you do deserve a treat” your fingers push into between his lips. He groans at the taste as his eyes flutter closed and his tongue licks at your fingers, sucking them messily until his own spit has replaced your wetness.

His ears flatten to his head, and you hear his tail thump behind him as his cock twitched again at the taste of you, “Please, please can I have more” there was a small tug at your heart with the way his voice broke when he begged you. He always knew how to make you give in, and honestly, your own fingers weren’t enough anymore. You tug on his leash and Leon immediately knows what it means.

The man dives forwards, knocking you down to lay on the bed as he handles your legs onto his shoulders causing you to let out a squeal at the sudden action. It quickly turns into a moan as his tongue swipes up your pussy lips, groaning at the taste of your wetness before he moves his tongue to circle at your clit. Your legs kick at the stimulation as you grip the leash harder.

His tongue moves further down, lapping at your hole as it gushes more. His nose rubbing against the small pearl as his tongue worked it’s way inside you. One of your hands moving to tug at his hair and try to pull him away “Pup! Slow down, s’too fast, too fast” He doesn’t heed your words, and growls into you as he pushes closer. His hands moving to knead at the soft of your thighs as he pulls you closer to him. “Leon! You’re being a bad puppy right now” you can’t see him, but you can practically feel you smirk into you as his tongue licks into.

Another growl vibrates through you, and your head lolls back onto the sheets below you and your hips press down into his mouth as you tug the leash towards you causing Leon to bury himself further as his nose bumped into your clit and sent sparks of heat travelling through you. As his tongue darts out of you and moves to drink in the rest of your pussy, you can hear the sounds of his movements filling your ears. He whines as he sucks at your clit, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs.

You moan as he moves to press a kiss to the throbbing bundle, before moving to slip his tongue back into your weeping hole and your thighs squeeze around his head as your mouth falls open and back arches. He groans as he laps up your orgasm, tail hitting your legs as he does. Before he’s pulling up from you with a dazed expression on his face, your slick coating his lips and dripping down his jaw.

He moves up the bed, trapping you below his weight as he nuzzles his face into your neck and your hand moves to stroke his hair, your other hand having let go of the leash at some point. Turning to look at him and pressing a kiss to the tip of his ear “You want some help baby? Let me give you a reward”.

Leons face burns bright red as he shakes his head, hand clutching at your waist “D-don’t need to” You raise an eyebrow, eyes finally glancing down before a grin spread on your lips and your tongue darts out to wet at your bottom lip. The sight of his softening cock and his thighs covered in ropes of sticky cum flooded you with pride as you brought a hand to his face so you could look him in the eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed sweet boy, hot that you enjoyed yourself so much”.

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messyemm · 11 months

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all I know is that Leon loves to be choked! Every aspect of it! From a hand wrapping softly around his neck during a kiss until gasping for air while he has his s/o on top of him. It’s canon!

#leon kennedy #he’d bite his lip hiding a smile too…like previously stated HES A WHOOOORRREE #sub!leon

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zg0nuwa · 6 months

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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

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blitzyn · 8 months

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stop moving

re4r leon s. kennedy x m!reader

request: none

synopsis: After finding yourself stuck in a closet with Leon, you end up squirming just a little too much.

a/n -> i have fallen victim to the leon lover rabbit hole. ALSO. I FUCKING FRACTURED MY FINGER??? guys i almost cried when i had to write the word balls. </3 but thank you all for 1k followers! tbh i only started this acc because i liked the font when i wrote something in my drafts lmao. but still! it means a lot to me and im happy to have gotten this far!

wc -> 2.5k

cw -> thigh fucking, hiding in a closet, spit as lube, handjob (r receiving), pet names (baby x2, sweetheart x1), he's kinda possessive tbh, not beta read

This was supposed to be relatively simple: get in, figure out where the president's daughter was, save her, then get out. Sure, you've seen your fair share of weird shit — especially after the outbreak in Raccoon City, but finding out that there was a whole religion dedicated to spreading a plague for the sake of taking over the world definitely takes the cake. For now, at least.

But finding yourself cramped in a closet with Leon, surrounded by a horde of hostile cultists, also wasn't something you expected to happen throughout the entire mission.

"Stop moving so much," Leon quietly muttered from behind you just as you shifted.

"I'm not," you huffed, a bit annoyed that you had to hide in this stuffy closet, even if you knew that you'd probably be dead by now if it weren't for your partner's quick thinking. Against his words, you adjusted yourself again, trying to find a decently comfortable position. Suddenly, you felt his hands on your hips and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back as he pulled you flush against him.

"I said, stop moving," he repeated, whispering in your ear. You held back a shudder at the feeling of his breath ghosting over the shell of it, stilling completely in surprise. Just then, thunderous footsteps could be heard outside the closet; slowly, listening for any sound that might reveal where the two of you hid.

You tensed and instinctively backed up to further yourself from the perpetrator, even if there wasn't much room to move to begin with. You could faintly hear Leon grunt from behind you, but you were in no position to apologize at the moment. Your eyes were glued to a crack in the old, wooden door, watching as the light shifted when the person passed by.

You waited with bated breath, hoping that it wouldn't come near. But, like some cliche horror movie, you could see the light at the bottom of the door disappear, meaning it was far too close for comfort. With every second the person stood there, the tighter Leon's hold on your hips became. The two of you went so silent your ears rang, and you were briefly afraid that it'd hear the sound of your racing heartbeat.

But after what felt like an eternity, its heavy footsteps started up again and away from the closet. You heaved a sigh of relief when the front door slammed shut, rendering the building empty once more.

"Fucking hell, sorry," you mumbled, trying to shuffle forward and give Leon his space when you realized that he hadn't let go of you yet. "You okay?"

Using the dim light that filtered through the cracks in the door, you lifted your arms a bit and curiously peered at his hands. But that's when you noticed the black lines covering his arms. Upon closer inspection, you quickly realized that they were his veins.

"Christ, Leon, what—"

"Be quiet. Just—just for a second."

You found it hard to tear your eyes away from his arms, waiting in silence. You focused on the sound of his labored breaths, biting your tongue to keep yourself from questioning him even further. Your mind couldn't help the invasion of 'What happened?' and 'What is that?' that threatened to spill from your lips. How did you not notice this earlier?!

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt him rest his forehead on your shoulder, muttering and grunting under his breath. And that's when you felt it — the reason why he was so reluctant to move just yet: he was hard.

"Oh." You couldn't help it, even if he had already told you to shut your mouth twice already. The silence from then on was painfully awkward as the two of you tried to figure out what to say. With a deep breath, you miraculously found the courage to speak up.

"Do you... Can I help you?" You offered, remaining still to keep yourself from accidentally pressing yourself up against him again. It was silent while you waited for his reply, embarrassment wriggling its way through your chest the longer the two of you kept quiet.

"I mean, you don't have to accept, you can just ignore me—" you began to ramble on, mortified that you even asked the question. "I just thought, cause, like, it'll be hard for you to—shit, I didn't mean it like that—"

"[Name]," Leon interrupted you, finding your instant silence charming in its own way. You could hear him take a deep breath in just as his hands slid further up to firmly caress your waist and abdomen. Electricity shot down your spine and pooled in your gut when he tugged you closer to him, grinding himself against your ass. "You can."

He reached for your hand and brought it behind you, placing it directly onto his cock. You gave it a tentative squeeze, savoring the quiet grunt that came from him, feeling your confidence grow by the second. You heard the gentle jingling of his belt as he undid it just enough for you to dip your hand underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers.

"Not wasting a second, huh?" Amusement and lust were laced in his voice as he spoke, a quiet moan spilling from his lips soon after.

He was hot and thick in your hand, throbbing rhythmically. You swiped a finger over the tip that beaded precum, savoring the shudder that came from his body. His hips trusted up into your fist, seeking more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a steady pace, you moved your hand up and down, tracing the prominent veins. You felt your own cock twitch at the sound of Leon's breathy groans and sighs, but you ignored it in favor of getting him off.

"Fuuckk," he drawled out, leaning forward to press his lips on the side of your neck. "You're good at this. Makes me think you've done this typa thing before."

"No," you responded, gently rubbing the spot on the underside of the tip. "You're the only one."

"I get the special treatment?" He muttered teasingly, his breath hot against your skin. "Must be my lucky day."

He could feel his body buzzing with adrenaline as he peppered open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck, untucking your shirt to slide a hand up your torso to pinch and toy with a nipple. His free hand traveled lower, slipping his cold fingertips underneath the waistband of your pants, but refused to go further than that.

You could feel his lips curl in a subtle smirk, but even as you realized he was teasing you, testing your patience, you had no intention to retaliate. Christ. The hold this man had on you. It was downright pathetic.

"God," he started, pressing his palm flat on your chest to bring you closer to him—eager for more of your touch. He let his teeth gently scrape against your skin, threatening to bite—to mark you, but he forced himself not to. He couldn't. Not right now. "I want to fuck you so bad."

His words were breathless, borderline desperate, as they left his lips. He couldn't help but thrust his hips up into your fist, pushing and pushing until your hand was flush against your ass, keeping you from jerking him off as he rutted against your hand.

"We can't, Leon," you muttered, disappointment lacing your voice. As much as you'd love to have him inside you, fucking you deep, you knew you couldn't. Not when the Ganados were still outside, at least. "Just let me finish you off."

Leon let out a low growl, knowing that you were right. There were a lot of things the two of you couldn't do inside the confined space of the closet, forcing him to conjure up ideas of what he wanted to do when all of this was over.

But for now, he settled on the second best option: your thighs.

"I know," he murmured, breathing in deeply as he pulled your hand away from his throbbing cock. "Then let me fuck your thighs. I'll be quick, I promise."

You mulled over his words, unsure if it would be a good idea.

"Please, baby," he pleaded, his voice heavy with lust. "Just this once. Then, when we find Ashley and get the hell outta this place, I'll make sure to fuck you properly. Nice 'n hard 'n deep. Wouldn't you like that?"

Fuck it.

"Mhm, yeah, go ahead." You relented, knees weakening at the thought of having his thick cock inside you, stretching and filling you up perfectly.

"Atta boy," he buried his thumbs underneath your pants and boxers, pulling them down to let them drop to your ankles. "Knew you'd come around."

He groaned at the sight of your bare thighs and drooling cock, running his hands along the curve of your ass to lean back and spread it, focusing his gaze on your asshole. "Fuck," he hissed. "Can't wait to feel your tight little hole around me later. Gonna fill you up with my cum, make you mine."

Arousal sank in your stomach like a rock as your hole clenched around nothing. Whatever's coursing through his veins made him more impulsive, more desperate, but with the fog that clouded your thoughts, you hardly found it in you to mind.

He spat on his cock and moved a hand away from your body to briefly jerk himself off and smear the saliva around.

"Open up, baby," he instructed as soon as he was done, raising his hand to caress your hip. "Spread your legs a little."

Like a trained puppy, you obeyed, widening your thighs just enough to let him guide his hard cock in between them. Your breath hitched at the sight of the head peeking out, squeezing your legs around him just a bit tighter.

"Jesus fuck, [Name]," he groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. Through the hazy mess that was in your mind, you found comfort in the warmth and firmness of them as you placed your hands on his forearms for some sort of stability. "That's it. Squeeze me just like that."

You could feel every twitch and throb, and you were sure he could feel yours, too. It felt like your senses were on overdrive as you listened to your labored breaths, his pleased sighs and grunts, and the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs. He set a leisurely pace, rocking his hips back and forth.

"Shit..." He hissed, speeding up his thrusts as his dick rubbed against your balls, smearing his makeshift lube across your skin.

His hips met yours with quiet slaps, making sure to keep the noise level at a minimum despite the overwhelming urge to just bury himself inside you right then and there. He mouthed at the nape of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, gently pressing his teeth down hard enough to send sparks down your spine.

His fingertips pressed into your sides so firmly it hurt, but it only served to mix in with the desire that burned brightly in your belly. He fucked your thighs with a sense of urgency, as if trying to satiate a hunger deep within his subconscious—not that you minded.

He grunted and groaned with every thrust, tightening his arms around your waist to tug you back to him whenever your hips jolted forward. It was intoxicating; the way he so effortlessly turned your body into a sensitive mess left you wanting more.

But as soon as a strong hand wrapped around your aching cock, you nearly came on the spot. One of your hands left Leon's forearm to slap it over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

He breathily chuckled beside your ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He rhetorically questioned, swiping a finger over the leaking head so perfectly it left your skin tingling. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Ohh, fuck," you hissed. It was embarrassing how you so eagerly responded to his touch. "Yeah, th-that's it...!"

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of his slick cock moving in and out from between your thighs. Your lips parted from behind your hand to let out quiet pants and moans, digging your nails into his forearm the closer you got to your orgasm.

"Oh god, Leon—!" You moaned, pressing yourself further against his back. You could feel your legs faltering, but he didn't seem to mind having you rely on him to stand up.

"I know, baby, I know," he muttered, his voice tight and strained as his thrusts gradually grew sloppy and weak. "Me too."

His cock pulsed and twitched, and he can't help himself from clamping his teeth over the side of your neck this time. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it left a noticeable bite mark that dully ached.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," he instructed, and you had no choice but to comply.

With a muffled moan, you arched your back and finally came as ropes of your semen coated the dusty wooden floor and Leon's fingers. He stroked you until he was sure that you were spent before letting go to chase after his own release.

"Shit," he cursed, breathing heavily. "I'm gonna cum so... so fucking hard...!"

With a strained groan, his hips jerked erratically as he came, holding you tight enough to leave bruises. You gently rub your thighs together, helping him ride out his high. It wasn't until a few moments later did he finally stop, breathing hard against your neck as he calmed down. But that's also when the clarity kicked in.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, moving his head from you. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened—I just—" he apologized, sighing in defeat a moment later.

"It's fine," you replied, patting his arm. You had to suppress a shudder when he pulled away from your thighs. The cum that ended up on the insides of them quickly cooled, leaving an uncomfortable sensation on your skin. You were just gonna have to suck it up.

"Let's just get outta here, already." You shuffled forward a bit to tug your pants back up your legs while Leon composed himself.

"Yeah," he said, pressing an arm against the dusty, wooden door. Through the dim light, you could see that his veins were no longer visible again, but that thought was going to have to hold off until later. "You ready?"

"Yup." You nodded after briefly making sure you still had everything in place.

Without further thought about what happened just a few seconds ago, Leon pushed the door open and quickly left the closet as you trailed close behind. Now, it was back to work.

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