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nexysworld · 4 months

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Summary: After his last failed mission, the D.S.O dropped him off at the shelter. Grumpy and off-putting, his chances of leaving were bleak until you came along. Pairing: Dog Hybrid!Vendetta Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, hybrid sex, unprotected sex, age gap, oral sex, knotting, mild dubcon reader into it though, cream pie, mentions of alcohol, mild angst, but also comfort, no use of y/n

Read on AO3 || Askbox || Masterlists A/N: A birthday gift for a wonderful person. <3 Also thanks to @explorevenus for helping with the banner photos, because Nexy still cannot Pinterest correctly. Title from the deftness song, Cherry Waves. I also have a bot based off this story: Character AI || Spicychat

Leon grumbled as he laid against the shitty bench-turned-bed inside the small gray walled kennel. There was only a folded up blanket for padding, to protect him from the cold cement beneath his back. It was a far cry to the plush and lavish hotel room beds previously provided by the D.S.O. His ears twitched as he curled in facing the wall, doing his best to drown out the sound of the other hybrids around him as well as the sound of the people looking around. His throat ached for the burn of some good whiskey.

He resented all of them – owners and the yipping little pups who they were here to claim. How many months had it been since he’d seen the dewy green of the grass outside. How many months since some poor soul decided to even peer into his kennel? Too many by his calculations.

Leon didn’t want an owner exactly, much more used to having his own freedom. It was one of the few good things about his previous employment. As a federal agent Leon had been allowed free reign for most things unlike the other hybrids who ran around playing butler-house-pet or fuck toy. An owner meant rules, it meant being friendly, it meant playing and being lovey – all the things he had grown to be inexplicably bad at.

He couldn’t deny though that somewhere deep within his alcohol riddled organs, it stung a little knowing that he was likely never leaving the kennel again, it was his prison. An owner at least meant getting out of there. But alas, he wasn’t a puppy anymore, and between his age and ‘off putting personality’ as it stated on his papers, he knew it was a pipe dream.

He stretched his limbs, flopping onto his back, trying to push the thought out of his mind. Idly, he stared at the flickering light mounted to the ceiling, eyes following the creaky fan blades as they swirled around. It was almost enough to lull him into another dreamless nap, until he heard an unfamiliar gait heading his way. With no pups beyond his kennel he figured it was someone walking the wrong way, so he ignored it, returning to the fascinating task of counting specs on the ceiling tiles once he grew bored of the fan.

“Hm?” One of his ears perked up as the footsteps stopped outside his room. A moment of silence, no further sound. The soft scent of some dainty perfume graced his nostrils. “What are you still standing there for? Puppies are the other way.” He called out idly, still not willing to acknowledge their presence with his eyes.

“O-oh. Well…I wasn’t really looking for a puppy per se.” Soft. Soft was the best way he could describe your voice, like his ears were being tucked into a cushiony blanket. He couldn’t decide if he hated it or not, but it intrigued him enough to finally sit up — it’d been a while since someone who sounded as sweet as you bothered to even look his way.

Scratching at his stubble he took you in, head to toe as he walked closer, leaning against the bars. Just as he thought; soft, sweet, cute, too young. “Not looking for a puppy?” He questioned, raising a dark brow. “You really think I’m your taste?”

Doe eyes darted to his little display plaque before back to his, he could tell you were nervous, the slightest rosy flush on your cheeks. “I think so.” The words weren’t confident, they wavered, your hands fidgeted. He wanted to laugh in dry amusement, but he wasn’t that mean. “Listen kid, unless you got a flask of whiskey hidden in your pocket, a cute thing like you is better off finding a puppy to fawn over.”

“I don’t want a puppy.” You said again, this time more firm, determination overtaking your features. “The whiskey can be arranged though.”

“You’re joking.” “Nope. Dead serious.” “You read my file? You know how big of a grouch I can be.” “I did.I like a challenge.” That ditzy little smile never left your face, but your eyes screamed sincerity. His eyes narrowed, he had both arms crossed while he considered what you were saying, squeezing the worn leather of his jacket. “There’s plenty of other old dogs around here.” “You’re not old.” “I’m 37.” “That’s not old.”

“Old for you.” “You don’t even know how old I am.” “You’re a real pain, you know that kid?” “I like you already.” Leon tilted his head to the side, one ear flopping with the movement, his tail against his will wagging slowly behind him. You were interesting, that’s for sure, like a little warm dart shot into his iced over heart. For the briefest moment he felt hope, though he steeled it away as fast as it came – he knew better than to let emotions like that flourish. But at least he figured this could be a nice vacation.. “Know what? I like you too, kid. But don’t expect me to do any cute shit.” “No cute shit, got it.”

The apartment was small, simple white walls, beige carpet that looked kinda scratchy. It reminded him of the first apartment he ever had, rented it himself when he began the police academy. That felt like a world away now – yet he could still remember the look on the manager’s face when he rolled up as a fresh-faced pup to sign the lease, his academy badge attached to his shirt.

‘Wonder what my life would’ve been if I could’ve stayed that guy.’ He mused, following you around for the grand tour. “It’s not much. But there’s a second bedroom you can have all to yourself, and the hall bathroom is all yours too.”

He nodded, sniffing around the place, everything had your scent lingering on it, even down to the guest room sheets. That same dainty scent, he hated to admit it but it was nice, growing on him by the second – so much so he even felt his cock twitch in his pants. Surprising to him, he can’t remember the last time he popped a stiffy between the alcohol, work, and sour mood he’d been in forever.

When you weren’t looking he adjusted himself in his pants. You were saying something, but truthfully he was only half listening. “What was that?” “I was just saying how tomorrow we can stop and get you whatever you’re needing. I would offer you some of my pajamas but yknow…”

“It’s fine, I’m a boxers kind of dog anyway.” He swatted you away dismissively. “Don’t worry about it either, I should still have some money in my account from my last job. I just have to get to the bank.” “Oh. Ok.” You replied. “Well uhmm, you know my room’s next door. If you need me for anything, don’t hesitate to come get me.” “Mhmm.” He didn’t say goodnight as he heard the door shut behind him. Not having much on his person to unpack, he decided to just strip for bed. He kicked his browned boots off into the corner, tossing the jacket on top. Opting to leave the tshirt on, he tossed his jeans over with the rest before flopping back onto the mattress.

Truth be told, the silence was odd – even at the shelter there was always something or someone making noise. The loud industrial AC unit on blast, night puppies running around their rooms, idle chatter. Here there was just…silence, loneliness still. Despite the unease that set forth within him, he had to admit the feeling of a real mattress felt delightful, like floating on clouds. Rolling over he took the opportunity to bury his face in the pillow, finally getting to indulge in your scent as much as he wanted. His eyes squeezed shut, his tail wagged against the bed thumping each time it connected – he was glad for the privacy. ‘I’m fucked up for this, she’s too young.’

He considered rubbing one out before falling asleep, but between the way he was sinking into the bed and the coolness of the pillow, he stood no chance. It wasn’t long before that sinking feeling of unconsciousness began to wrap itself around him. His cock could wait another day.

For the first time in a long time, Leon dreamed while he slept.

You sat in your own bed, unable to sleep. It was odd knowing that someone else was in your home for a change, but you supposed that was the whole point.

Living alone was hard, kinda scary, and definitely lonely. Though the decision to get a hybrid was one you landed on impulsively. You considered a regular dog but that was more of a hassle than you wanted – what you really needed was a companion that could be independent.

Leon’s picture was one of the first on the shelter’s website. You were surprised a dog his age was there, more surprised at how handsome he was if you were honest. His file caught your interest right away, previously employed, a government agent? The mystery behind that had you wanting to know more – was he like James Bond? Why would a government agent wind up in a shelter? Someone like that would make a good guard dog, right?

And then of course when you saw him in person you knew you wanted him. Leather jacket, boots, and those cute fuzzy ears. God. It felt like his blue eyes pierced your soul, his locks framing his face – you loved it.

Now here you were, he was in the room right next to you and yet you couldn’t get him off your mind. Looking over at the clock it was around midnight now. ‘Come on, just sleep. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you can talk to him.’ You reminded yourself, trying to will your brain into submission

It didn’t work.

“This sucks.” You complained to yourself, hanging your legs over the side of the bed, rubbing at your eyes. Figuring stretching your legs and grabbing a glass of water might help, you pushed forward, quietly making your way out of the room and down the small hallway to the kitchen.

The chilling water felt like a rush of relief the moment it made contact with your mouth, legs feeling better after walking as well. You stretched almost like a cat, arms in the air, relishing in the feeling before deciding to head back to bed.

Your trek back was interrupted by sound coming from behind Leon’s door, it was so quiet at first you almost ignored it, until his booming voice made you jolt where you stood.

“Fuck you Patricio, you fucking coward! I should kill you myself.” “What the hell?” Nosily you cracked his door slightly. “Leon? Everything alright?” There was no immediate response, but you heard shuffling on the bed, like he was thrashing around. This time you pushed the door open completely, hall light illuminating the room just enough to see his torso on the bed.

Another noise left him, almost like a pained cry, then a whimper. “Fuck you.” He said again. “They’re all dead because of you…no…because of me.” His voice became quieter towards the end of his sentence.

“Leon?” You cooed his name, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You weren’t sure what to do, but it hurt to see him struggle in unconsciousness. Gently you placed your hand on his cheek, he was clammy, the stubble rough against your hand. He didn’t seem any closer to waking, but you could feel his facial muscles tense – a growl left him as he rolled the other way.

Daring to reach out, you pet at his ears gently, the short fur soft against your skin. “Hey, it’s alright.” You moved closer on the bed, intending to try and comfort him some more. Instead, your hand landed on his tail by accident.

Leon jolted awake, and in an instant you were flipped onto your stomach, arm twisted and pinned to your back. Your muscles strained painfully, his grip bruising. His breath was hot against your ear, growling loud. “Ow!” You whimpered, face buried into the pillow.

His nose pressed into your neck, sniffing a bit before he finally retracted slightly. You could feel his cock harden a little as it twitched through his boxers, pressed slightly in on your thigh from behind. “Oh shit.” He said, sleep addled brain fully catching up. “Shit, I’m sorry kid.” He didn’t move off of you completely, but he let go of your arm at least. “You alright?” “I think so.” “What were you even doing in here?” “You were having a bad dream. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” You mumbled against the pillow, flopping your arm to the side to ease the pain and tension from how it had been pulled. You weren’t sure what to do next, ask him to get off? Try to move? Stay still? While it should have scared you more than it did, you hadn’t expected him pinning you down to make you feel…exhilarated? That coupled with him pressed against you made your panties grow sticky with arousal. ‘This is awkward.’ You thought to yourself, hoping he didn’t notice. Hoping he would do something on his end to move the situation forward.

“Are you sure that’s the only reason you were in here?” You couldn’t see him, but you swore you could hear the smirk in his very words. He leaned over you again, this time his chest flush against your back, lips against your ear. “I can smell it on you, you know. Don’t even need to feel it to know you’re soaking.”

“Wha–” Your face burned hot with embarrassment, more slick soaked your panties with just his words. “No I swear, I was just –” Your words were cut off instantly by the feeling of his tongue on the shell of your ear, the warm muscle teasing it, skin cooling the moment it moved away.

“You smelled good earlier. But now? Now you smell like a fucking treat.” He said, burying his nose back into your neck, pressing his now nearly fully hard cock against you more. He ground down slightly as he took in your scent again. “Wanna just tear you apart, eat you up.”

“Leon!” You gasped out, squirming under him. “Bad boy!” You managed to get out, though it lacked any real authority. He snorted with amusement, leaning back, a firm grasp on your hips with both hands. “I’m bad? Who’s the one sneaking into someone else’s bed in the middle of the night?” He punctuated each word by grinding his clothed erection against your clothed cunt. “I already said..I wasn’t… Bad, boy. Down!” You whimpered again, trying to sound firm this time, and failing again.

“No can do.” He replied. “Got me all worked up now.” He gave a solid slap to your ass cheek, not enough to leave a mark, but just enough to sting lightly. “I warned you to go fawn over a puppy, didn’t I?” “L-leon –”

“Not in control with me, Sweetheart. Shouldn’t get a pet you’re not ready to take care of.”

You weren’t able to reply as he brought his hand between you from behind, rubbing at your clit through your panties. He ghosted his fingers there with just enough pressure to make you want more, but not enough to really push you over that cliff of euphoria. A needy whine worked it’s way out of you, and you ground your clothes pussy back against his hands, desperate for more pressure. “That’s better.” He praised, rewarding you by letting rut against his hand. “Gonna cum just from that, aren’t you? Dirty little owner.” He teased. “N-no” You attempted to protest, but he was right. It felt so good, though a little rough from the friction of the wet fabric. Your hips didn’t stop their movement against his warm hand, chasing that pleasure, each movement making you whimper into the pillow. It wasn’t long before you were cumming against his hand, him rubbing your back with his free one, coaxing you through it. “Atta girl,” he praised.

While you caught your breath, he made quick work of your panties, not bothering to pull them off, opting to tear the thin fabric instead, leaving them torn between your legs. “Bet you taste as good as you smell.” He mumbled to himself, scooting down the bed enough that he could lean forward face to face with your wet folds. He gave no warning before he dove in, tongue lapping at you like you were dripping liquid gold. “Sweet as a fuckin’ treat.” He said, pulling away just long enough to take a breath before sucking on your clit gently, swirling his tongue around it.

Too sensitive from your previous orgasm, you kicked against the bed, back arching as you tried to get his attention. “S’too much.” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. If he heard you, he didn’t acknowledge it, simply pulling you closer to his face, strong arms keeping you pinned where you were as he continued devouring your cunt mercilessly. “S’too much!” You cried out again.

With one more particularly hard suck, your whole body tensed, hole clenching around nothing as you came again. Hot pleasure radiated from your core, shooting zaps of pleasure that tingled your fingertips and made your toes curl. Little aftershocks of pleasure made your brain hazy as he eased up on the pressure, giving light licks now to savor your taste.

Legs trembling, you were relieved when you felt him move from between your thighs, feeling his weight shift off the bed for a moment. When he returned, you realized he’d taken his boxers off, whining pathetically as he ran the hot sticky tip of his cock against your folds, bumping it over your clit again for good measure making you squeal.

“Be a good girl and relax.” He said, finally pressing himself inside of you. It was just the tip but you already felt so full, like you were being speared with every inch. “Easy, easy….biiiiiiiiiiigggg stretch.” He cooed, finally burying himself to the balls. You had never felt so full before, mouth opening into a little ‘o’ shape, no sound coming out. Velvet walls tightened around him, making him hiss behind you. “No pushin’ me out, not ‘til I��m done.” He said, sliding out just a little before pressing back in. He did this a few times, slow shallow thrusts, easing you open for him. Leon wrapped one arm around you, pulling you back so you were leaning against him as he rocked your bodies together. He splayed one hand against your stomach to help hold you in place, the other a firm grip on your neck. Not tight enough for you to be unable to breathe, but enough to cut off some of the blood supply, give your brain that heavy drowsy feeling – tongue flopping out in your dazed state.

Tilting your head to the side, he lapped at the junction between your neck and shoulder before biting down on the spot, letting just his canines puncture the skin, careful to not draw too much blood. You gasped at the sensation, while it stung at first, each slam of his thick cock head to your cervix made any pain forgettable, enjoying the feeling of being stretched and filled.

He was close, you could tell by the rugged and uneven breaths he was taking, mixed with how he desperately rutted into you. He pressed you forward back onto the mattress, releasing your neck to reach down and lace his fingers through yours, his other hand maintaining its spot around you for support as he smacked his hips against yours.

Leon came hard, balls tightening as he painted your insides white with thick ropes of cum. He rode out his own pleasure with deep but slow thrusts, holding you tightly against him. It wasn’t long before the knot on his cock stretched you out further, nearly at your limit. “I know, I know.” He said, rubbing your stomach gently as you squeezed his other hand. Once you seemed mostly adjusted, he carefully rolled both of you so that you were laying sideways, one leg bent back slightly over his to accommodate where your bodies were still linked. He held you close to him, nuzzling into your neck and lapping up any remaining blood from the bite mark.

Silence passed as your bodies cooled down together, an overwhelming sleepiness taking over you. You rubbed at your eyes again before breaking the silence by calling out his name. “Leon?” “Yeah?” “Are you really ok though?” “Huh?” He sounded genuinely perplexed by the simple question. “The nightmare, it sounded…real…like a memory. Are you alright, like really alright?” You turned your neck as best you could, wincing slightly from the bruised bite that was now aching a bit, trying to see his face in the dark room. “You were serious about that?” “Yeah, I was worried. I told you I wanted to make sure you were alright.” “Shit …. I’m fine kid, promise. Just a bad memory that’s done and over with.”

“Wanna talk about it?” “Right now?” He asked incredulously. “Well, yeah why not? Post nut clarity and all that.” “You’re literally stuck on my – “ He cut himself off with a sigh. “You’re a weird one.”

“Yeah, I know. And you’re kinda grumpy, especially when you first wake up.” He let out a laugh, it sounded genuine this time. His knot finally deflating, he slipped out of you gently so he could readjust the way you were laying so you were facing him. He pulled you closer, burying your face in his chest, resting his chin on your head. You could hear the telltale sound of his tail gently patting against the bed – a part of you wanted to point out that he did, in fact, do cute shit, but held your tongue. Instead you closed your eyes, letting the smile he couldn’t see spread over your features, relishing in his warmth, and the smell of his spiced cologne. “Tell you what. Keep me around long enough and I might just tell you about the dream some day.” “Mmm and what if I keep you around forever?” His tail thumped harder at that question, a sign of his true feeling, it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Guess that remains to be seen.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off. “Go to sleep.”

“Fine.” You conceded, too tired to really argue. A squeaky yawn escape you as you curled up into him, letting your eyes lid with sleep, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

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gigabyte-flare · 1 year

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Summary: Leon comes back home to you with one thing on his mind.

Pairing: Vendetta or ID!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Word Count: 889

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. You are solely responsible for your own content consumption. This work is not for minors, 18+ only

Warnings: breeding kink, rough sex, Leon's very aggressive in this but like the good kind of aggressive, impregnation, swearing, light choking

A/N: Decided to write up a one shot to hopefully jump start my brain so I can finish part 4 of There's No Escape. This is purely self indulgent but I hope you all enjoy it anyway! This is not proof read so please excuse any and all grammatical errors! This is lightly based on an audio by Nowhere Eternity!

It’s late in the evening, the sun just below the horizon as you stand over your kitchen sink and do the dishes from making dinner. Your boyfriend should hopefully be home soon, having just returned from some assignment for the D.S.O.. It’s been weeks since he’s last been home; you couldn’t wait to see him.

You hear him suddenly come through the door, “Babe, I’m home!”

Normally, he takes his time taking off his shoes and jacket, but you hear his heavy footsteps approach the kitchen at an alarming rate.

“There you are,” he growls, “c’mere.”

“Leon what are you--” you are suddenly cut off as his powerful arms wrap around your waist, burying his face into your neck.

“I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day,” he moans into your neck as he begins kissing up your neck.

“Leon, I’m trying to do the dishes…” you reply, still holding a pan in your hand.

“Put the fucking thing down,” Leon growls, his hands gripping onto your waist almost to the point that it was painful.

You immediately drop the pan into the sink, unsure and concerned about what on earth has gotten into Leon.

“Sweetheart.. Are you ok?” you ask hesitantly.

“I’ve decided…” Leon starts, you can hear him starting to undo his belt on his pants, “that you’re going to give me a baby.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” you reply, flabbergasted.

“I know you don’t think you’re ready, but I promise you… you are, baby.” he continues before burying his face back into your neck.

You arch your back into him, feeling his hard cock on your ass as you push yourself into him. You can hear him still undoing his belt.

“This… stupid FUCKING belt!” he growls before finally getting his belt off, “your turn, get these fucking pants down.”

Your wet fingers struggle to get your button undone on your pants when Leon’s fingers suddenly reach around, helping you get your pants undone, “there you go, baby, I got you.”

As soon as your pants are undone, he pulls them down along with your underwear. You can hear him stroking himself. He pushes you into the counter, forcing you to lean forward and push your hips back towards him as you feel his cock push against your drenched pussy.

“Look at how wet you are, you want me to fuck a baby into you, I know you do…”

With one, hard thrust, he sheathes himself completely inside of you, causing you to yelp. You grip the counter as Leon fucks you relentlessly.

“I can’t wait to see your belly swollen with my baby inside you…” Leon purrs, his hands gripping your hips so tight that his fingers are leaving bruises on you, “you’re going to look so fucking beautiful…”

Unconsciously, you reach down to your clit and start to rub it, causing your legs to twitch as you let out soft moans. Leon’s hand grabs your wrist aggressively, pulling your hand away from your needy clit.

“Don’t you fucking dare, I want you to cum on my dick when I pump you full of my cum, sweetheart,” he growls.

He picks up his pace, all you hear is the sound of his hips slapping against your ass along with his animalistic growls. Your eyes roll into your head as you moan his name like a prayer, begging for release.

“Are you ready to be a mommy?” Leon asks, his right hand reaches up to grasp your throat, pulling you back towards him as he bites your ear.

“Y-Yes…!” you manage to cry out as Leon puts pressure on your throat.

“I can’t wait to kiss your growing belly…” he moans into your ear as he continues pounding into you, “on my way down to eat your pussy.”

You cry out again, tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation and raw emotion of it all.

“Leon… I-I’m close…!”

“Cum with me baby, go ahead and rub that clit, sweetheart.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You reach back down and rub circles into your aching core. After a few moments, you come completely undone in a mess of cries and moans with Leon’s name sprinkled here and there. You feel the hot sensation of Leon’s own release as he pushes himself deep inside you. You feel the head of his cock pressing into your cervix. He holds himself there, breathing heavily as his cock continues to twitch inside of you.

You start to shift your hips to have him slip out of you, but Leon stops you, “No. Let me stay inside you just a little longer…”

You both simply stand there, Leon’s arms wrapped protectively around your waist as you lean back, nuzzling into him, telling him how much you love and missed him when he was gone. Leon does eventually pull out, you can hear his seed drip out of you onto the kitchen floor. He pulls his pants back up, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“Go ahead and finish up the dishes and meet me in the bedroom, sweetheart,” Leon says as he begins to walk away.

“The bedroom?” you reply, raising an eyebrow at him as you put your own pants back on.

Leon stops, turning to you to give you a devious smirk, “Yes. The bedroom. Because we have to do it again.”

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explorevenus · 1 year

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better off ♡ leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni !!! not smut just heavy/adult themes + angst

this fic contains mentions/descriptions of self harm in the form of alcoholism and scratching. if that bothers or triggers you, please do not read!!!! take care of yourself first.

word count - 3.2k

description - it’s been a month since leon packed up and left you out of nowhere, cutting you off completely and without explanation. late at night, there’s a knock at your door, and there’s only one person it could be.

tags/warnings - vendetta!leon (aka leon in his alcoholism era), fem!reader, reader and leon are both emo without each other, self indulgent angst/comfort, breakup/makeup, hurt/comfort, no use of (y/n), reader doesn’t know what leon does for work, mention/brief description of self harm (reader was scratching at her arm), i think that’s all but lmk if i missed anything !

a/n - yeah so i wrote this literally a year ago and it’s just been rotting in my documents since then bc i never really had plans to post it but we love a good angsty leon fic every now and again so i hope y’all enjoy <3 can’t promise there will be more of this in the future as i am not the best at writing angst but lmk what y’all think and maybe we can talk about it hehehe

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You felt achy. All over.

Physically, of course, but also mentally. Psychologically. This horrible, hollow pain that radiated from your tight chest and crept into your brain, settled in your sour stomach. Through the fog of noise in your head, somewhere between stagnant and rambling, you passively realized you couldn't remember the last time you'd eaten, showered, blinked... Your eyes were so dry, it stung a bit when you forced them shut. The hum of the ceiling fan continued.

Your bed didn't even feel comfortable anymore, but you couldn't care enough to move-- your hair was dangerously close to matting, the air in the room hung stiff, the bedding was well overdue for a wash, but... when you got close enough, his pillow still faintly smelled like him, so you held it. The stray shirt of his that you'd found mixed in with your dirty laundry still faintly smelled like him, so you wore it. His spare toothbrush sat untouched on the bathroom counter, right where he'd left it. To dare moving anything from his intended place for it felt like a crime.

It had been just over a month since Leon had left you. It was so sudden, so utterly shattering, and as he disappeared into that night you were never given a chance at closure. For days you tried calling, texting, left voicemail after embarrassing voicemail until one day your texts began failing to deliver, and your calls would no longer go through. He'd blocked you. Beyond any and all parameters of how you'd ever expected to lose him, he was just... done with you. You apparently didn't even deserve a response from him. You didn't deserve closure. You couldn't stop analyzing all of your interactions in the preceding weeks, trying to think if you'd noticed him being cold or dismissive, telltale symptoms of the ick, but you came up with nothing.

Eighteen months of the most intimate love and connection you'd ever experienced with another person, all rendered nothing overnight. That night...

It was a biting January evening. A slow work day. You finished up your work early and were able to head home at a rare 3:30 pm, but unfortunately, Leon was stuck late at work.

Again.

You weren't mad at him, of course-- far from it. You felt so bad for him. His entire life he'd done nothing but work himself to the bone for other people and you truly wondered how often he was even given his proper dues for that. You had never met someone so self-destructive in their altruism as him. On top of that, it didn't help that he wasn't allowed to share any of the details of his work with you, let alone anyone else. He had stressed to you time and time again how insanely classified the vast majority of his job is, and while you certainly believed him, you just felt so powerless to sit back and watch the toll it was taking on him.

That's not to say you didn't try your absolute best to be there for him in every other way possible, though-- when things got particularly bad you would make sure he was eating, sleeping, getting the love and attention he deserved. You'd do just about anything to put a smile on his tired face, to take his mind off of things for a while. Typically, you were at least somewhat successful, but for how long was a whole other demon. Of course you were happy to do these things for him, it was truly no problem if it meant easing his pain, but after a certain point it became evident that you were fighting a losing battle, and it terrified you.

It wasn't until almost 10:00 pm that his key slid into the lock, and he stepped into your shared apartment. Upon hearing him, you perked up from your spot on the bed, slipping out from beneath the covers to greet him, but just before you reached the bedroom door, it swung open and he charged into the room. His steps were heavy, his jaw and shoulders tense-- it stunned you for a moment. You weren't sure how to interpret what was happening until he started gathering his things.

"Leon, are you okay? What's going on?" You asked, still frozen in place by the door.

He didn't even look at you as he continued haphazardly shoving clothes into his duffel bag. "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore."

"What?"

"I just don't think this is going to work out. I love you, but I have to leave."

You could have been shot. Suddenly your legs were numb and wobbling to uphold your own weight, and you went completely cold, like the blood had drained from your body. "W-What? Where is this coming from? What did I do wrong?"

"It's nothing you did," He answered as he zipped the bag. "We just can't be together." He turned on his feet to leave again. It was like adrenaline kicked in and you scrambled to follow him.

Grasping at the sleeve of his jacket, tears flooding your eyes, you were in absolute disbelief. You never saw this coming in a million years and even if you had, you never could have prepared yourself for what it'd feel like to lose him. "Leon, please don't do this," You wept, nails biting into the leather, trying as you might to pull him back while knowing you weren't nearly strong enough. "Please talk to me. I-I don't understand--"

He turned to face you suddenly, and it was then that you were finally able to see that his beautiful blue eyes were rimmed with tears, too. Oh how those tears enhanced the crystalline nature of his gorgeous blue, turning from calm shoreline to deep ocean. It was such a beautiful sight you never hoped to see again. "I know you don't understand."

Those simple words only twisted the knife. "I want to!" You cried.

"You can't!" Leon shouted back. With each passing second you felt yourself sinking into the floor, wasting away right before him. You wanted the Earth to open beneath you and swallow you up. You wanted this to just be a sick nightmare. "You can't. It's nothing you did or didn't do, you couldn't have done anything differently. This just isn't going to work."

He started towards the door again, but while he might be much stronger than you, he isn't faster-- before you even really thought about it you had slipped between him and the door, blocking his path. "Don't shut me out! I love you, Leon, I want to fix this, but I can't do anything if you don't tell me what's wrong! Please, I can't even imagine my life without you in it--" Your breath caught on your own tears, cutting off your miserable rambling. For a moment he hesitated, and you wondered if you'd actually managed to get through to him. Voice shaking, you continued, "Please don't leave. I love you."

With a deep sigh, he rested his hand on your shoulder, and you were so ready to let your guard down that you didn't realize you'd misinterpreted until it was too late. He simply nudged you out of the way and turned the handle. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Take care."

"No!" You sobbed, trying to grab him by his jacket again but he wasn't letting it happen this time. "Leon! Don't do this! Don't leave!" He just kept walking, his figure receding down the hall as you collapsed to your knees in the doorway. "D-Don't leave..." Your words broke miserably, fading as he turned the corner and disappeared from your sight. You cared little about bothering your neighbors at this point. You could only cry in the wake of him.

There was a clumsy knock at the door, loud enough for you to have heard it from the bedroom. You froze, feeling anxiety overtake you at the sound, but you tried to tell yourself it was just a package being delivered or something. Holding your breath, you waited, and then came another knock, even louder this time. Your arm slipped out from beneath the covers, reaching for your phone to check the time-- 1:34 am. Definitely not the mailman.

Your heart sank. With great strain you forced yourself out of bed, bones creaking in sync with the floorboards, telling yourself over and over in your head that it was probably just one of your neighbors, or maybe the landlord. You grabbed a random pair of pajama shorts off the floor to preserve your modesty, stumbling into them with weak muscles, given you'd practically been in bed for a month straight. You turned the light on in the kitchen as you passed through, approaching the door, which was given yet another considerably loud knocking. Nervously, you raised yourself up on your tip toes and looked through the peephole.

And, just like that, the wind was knocked out of you.

Trembling, you hurried to unlock the door and swung it open. You didn't even have a chance to say anything before he stumbled inside, nearly taking you out in the process. Surprised, you took a step backwards for your own safety and he nudged the door shut again with his foot.

"Baby, I miss you," Leon slurred, coming closer as you moved away from him, that is until your back came up against the closet beside the door. "I thought you'd be better off without me, but I can't do it. I can't stay away from you."

The stench of straight bourbon hung around him, clung to his every word. You stuttered, "Y-You've been drinking..."

He put his hand on the wall next to your head to steady himself, the other brushing your hair behind your ear in what you guessed was a less than graceful attempt to be intimate in his drunkenness. "Baby, I'm sorry, okay? I only ever w-wanted to protec-ct you," He hiccupped. "I-I just wanted to keep you safe. But I just... I have to have you. Just let me have you again, baby."

As badly as you missed him, as much time as you'd spent withering away in bed, craving to have him back, something about his drunken pleading was sort of... pissing you off. The fact that he'd just up and left so harshly, so out of the blue, with zero explanation, and had the gall to get shitfaced and show up on your doorstep in the middle of the night begging for your forgiveness... it was insulting. Almost laughably so.

Planting a weak hand on his chest, you pushed him away, which wasn't hard to do given his intoxication, and you slipped past him to walk into the kitchen. "I'm sorry, you wanted to protect me? From what? And in order to do that you had to just pick a random day to rip my fucking heart out and disappear for a month?" Your volume, your anger heightened with every single word, like this entire time your depression had just been boiling inside you, melding into the deepest form of resentment. "I seriously can't believe you right now. This is fucking stupid."

He clambered after you, reaching for your arm but settled for resting his hand on your back when you swatted him away. "I know, I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done it the way I did. If I could take it all back I w-would--"

"But you can't, Leon! I will never get back the weeks I've spent in bed, wishing I would just fucking die. I've barely slept, I've hardly been going to work, I haven't been eating, because I can't even keep anything down-- I don't even feel like a fucking person anymore. Did you think I was just going to shrug and move on with my life? You fucking ruined me!" You couldn't even look at him as you screamed, even if you wanted to your vision was blurred with tears and you didn't want to let him see you crying right now. You busied yourself with getting a glass of water for him instead. At least if he sobered up you could have an actual conversation. "Are you even going to explain yourself? Or is it yet another one of those 'confidential' things I'll just have to make peace with never knowing the truth about?"

"Well.. p-part of it, I guess, but you have to believe me when I say I can't tell you. It wouldn't just be my life on the line, but yours too, and I would never take that risk," He was still slurring his words, which made it incredibly hard to take him seriously. It really only seemed to pour salt on the wound. Rolling your eyes, you slid him the glass of water and leaned back against the countertop. "W-What's this for?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Would it kill you to drink something that doesn't have liquor in it?"

He scoffed. "Babe--"

"Just drink the fucking water, Leon."

He obliged, to humor you if nothing else, but you did hope it would help. It was almost embarrassing how willing you were to nurture him, given what he'd put you through, but he thoroughly looked like hell, and you weren't going to let him waste away. Though, now that there was a gap in the argument, and you had a chance to breathe, you caught a glimpse of your own reflection in the oven, and, well, you weren't looking so hot either. Your dark circles were pitiful, and your eyes bloodshot. You sincerely looked like you'd had the shit beaten out of you. Your lips were cracked, your tongue stuck to the roof of your dry mouth and your hair was thickly knotted, collarbones peeking out of his shirt that was obviously very well slept in.

His voice brought you out of your daze. "Honey, your arm..." Suddenly he was approaching from behind, taking a gentle hold of your left arm, and though at first it took you a second to realize, you quickly jolted away from him, pulling your arm up to your chest.

Your back collided with the oven, and you turned your head away. "It's nothing."

"Y-You've been hurting yourself again--"

"So have you!" You yelled, but you knew it was a weak defense. About as quickly as you'd heated up, you'd gone cold, sinking away from him and still having a hard time meeting his eyes as he gently took hold of your arm again to look at it. His thumb skimmed over your skin with a featherlight touch, tracing the winding red trails that stung in their healing. "I-It's just scratches, I haven't been cutting or anything..."

Leon just shook his head, drawing you into his chest, and this time you didn't try to fight it. You let him hold you. He wrapped you up in his arms, rubbing your back, and as your head laid on his broad chest it felt like a broken piece of your life had just been laid softly back into place. "It's not just scratches, and you're right, I shouldn't be drinking," He sighed into your hair. "I guess we've both fallen back into old habits."

As much as you wanted to convince yourself that it was the water, you had a sore feeling that it was the shock of recognizing the state of you that sobered him up. Either way, the return of some level of coherence to his words was an immense comfort. Tearfully, you whispered into his shirt, "Yeah, I guess so."

"I really am sorry about the way I ended things between us," Leon sniffled, holding you a little tighter as if he were pleading with you to just listen to him. "My job is very dangerous, and very demanding. If something were to happen to me, or god forbid to you, because of me, I don't know that I'd ever be able to forgive myself. I-I know it's stupid, but I thought that the only way I could keep you safe was to remove myself from you completely."

"Leon... what have you gotten yourself into?"

He let out a hollow, defeated chuckle. "It's... it's a long story, sweetheart."

Pulling away from his chest just enough to allow yourself the space to look up at him, you asked, "Are you ever gonna be able to tell me what it is that you do every day?"

"Nothing's impossible, I guess-- maybe someday."

Maybe someday, huh? A sense of relief washed over you, not at the idea that you might eventually be let in on this big confidential secret, no-- in fact, you sincerely doubted that he'd ever be able to tell you at all, and was probably just saying that in an attempt to make you feel better-- but the way he'd worded it implied a future with you in it. A distant future.

Leon himself had always joked that it was never a good idea to plan very far ahead in his life. This meant something.

But it wasn't over yet, and you were far from ready to forgive him. "How can I trust that you're not just going to up and leave me again?"

For a second he seriously hesitated to respond, clearly fighting with himself internally over the right words to say. You couldn't blame him, but it was an important question that you felt more than deserved an answer at this point. Tucking your hair behind your ear, he replied, "Now that I know what it's like to try to live without you, I don't think I can ever put myself through that again. As miserable as I was, as much as I wish I could take that time back, it... taught me a lot about what's important to me. It taught me a lot about what I really want in life."

Now it was you having a hard time coming up with a response.

Taking note of this, he continued. "Look, I know I fucked up. And, again, I'm sorry. I can't justify it, it was a brash decision made in a vulnerable moment and I never should have lashed out at you like that. I know I don't deserve a second chance after what I've put you through, but I-I promise... I swear, that if you just let me, I will do whatever it takes to make this right. I want to be with you. I love you."

The answer was obvious. Of course getting back together wouldn't come without its trials, without repentance... but you loved him too. You wanted to be with him too. And, in your shared pain, your mutual longing for each other, you supposed you could allow one night to pretend like everything was okay again. Holding him was certainly more satisfying to the soul than holding his unwashed pillow.

You took a deep breath and sank into his chest again, burying your face into his shirt. He was so warm. "I love you too," You whispered. "It's late. We should get to bed."

This response stunned him for a moment, his hands that were softly rubbing your back just a second ago halted in their movement as it sank in. After a few seconds he dipped down to kiss the crown of your head before asking quietly, as if he were nervous of your response, "You mean together, right?"

You nodded. "Together. Please."

#venustext #emotext #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy angst #vendetta!leon kennedy #vendetta!leon kennedy x reader

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viaoverthemoon · 11 months

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Fuck Him.

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x (GN)Reader

Straight angst.

ummm, sorry y'all. I'm bored.

Tw: Lotsss of Swearing, arguing, emotional damage, Leon being an ass, aka mean Leon, alcohol addiction, mention of alcohol, small moment of violence, ANGST

Enjoy! :)

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"Get the hell out of my house, Kennedy."

He looked at you in disbelief.

"C'mon (Y/N), you don't mean tha-"

"Yes, I do. Get out."

He tries to catch your bluff. He looks you deep in your eyes, looking for some kind of hint that you're joking. But he doesn't find anything. You're 100% serious.

He becomes overwhelmed by his fear of losing you and begins to withdrawal, scoffing in your face.

"Really? You're kicking me out over this? You're kidding."

"Do I look like I'm fucking joking, Kennedy?"

"No, you look like you're overreacting. Stop playing around and let's-"

He reaches for you, trying to bring you into his arms. But for once, you don't want him touching you.

You back away from him, shaking your head and wrapping your arms around yourself.

"No. I'm not doing this anymore. Every time this happens, you think you can spew a few words, say some cheesy flirty quote, and then pull me into your arms. Not this time. I'm done Leon."

"Okay, what the fuck are you talking abou-?"

"Are you even listening to me!? Fuck Leon! I'm running in fucking circles with you! I tried my best to support you! I stayed by your side through it all! I gave you my everything! But all of a sudden, when I ask one SIMPLE thing from you, it's a big fucking deal?! Christ! I'm not doing this anymore!"

For once, he has nothing to say. His eyes widen at your outburst, and he can do nothing but watch you as you walk over to his liquor cabinet, pull out a bottle, and throw it towards him. It lands at his feet, the glass shattering everywhere.

"What are you-"

"Get the fuck out of my house and take your stupid fucking addiction with you!" You throw another one in his direction. "I'm not staying with someone who's drinking himself to death!" And another one. "I can't do this anymore!"

The tears flowing freely down your cheeks and the broken sobs scratching up your throat aren't enough to pull his drunken mind from his blind rage.

He grips your wrist before you could grab another one.

"Stop it, (Y/n)" He gritted out as you turned to glare at him. And judging by the way your hand easily slipped from his grasp when you yanked it away, he was going easy on you.

"You're taking this too far. Stop acting like a whiny bitch and-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence before you slapped him right across his face.

The sting was painful on his cheek and your palm had begun to turn a bright shade of red. But you didn't care.

You lowered your hand and took a step away from him, his face beyond bewildered. He'd completely sobered up now.

"Get the fuck out of my house Leon."

There was silence.

And only when the front door closed, did you let yourself break.

And you bet Leon could hear you all the way outside your door.

But who cares.

Fuck him.

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I'm procrastinating with these requests y'all. But they're getting there! <3

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homicidal-slvt · 9 months

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Vendetta Leon is like a cat that's dunked it's head in the water dish for the 15th time

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dear-satan · 4 months

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Leon S. Kennedy

more works are published on my instagram (link in a pinned post on my profile) ☺️

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anininas · 2 months

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This man deserved a cat

#looking back I might have made the cat ginger instead. But I literally just finished this so #resident evil #resident evil vendetta #leon s kennedy #ani's scribbles

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lovelycleon · 2 months

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Leon's model through the years:

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justtoomuch · 2 months

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Leon evolution

#leon kennedy #resident evil #re2 #re4 #re6 #re vendetta #re infinite darkness #re death island #my art

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oceanjoon · 1 year

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Leon S. Kennedy NSFW Audios. 18+ only.

Based on the anonymous ask I received. ⚠️ means non-con, dub-con, or anything triggering.

RE2!Boyfriend!Leon admitting his kinks to you, and you try them out (includes: daddy and breeding)

RE4!Best friend!Leon has a movie night with you and eats you out

RE4!Boyfriend’s older brother!Leon fucking you while his girlfriend is right next to him

Pre-RE2!Rookie!!bully!Leon finding out he has to share a room with you (OOC)

RE4!Boyfriend’s brother!Leon moving away and things get heated with you before he goes

RE2!Virgin!Leon takes your virginity and he’s good at it

RE6!Leon getting jealous and fucking you in front of the neighbour

RE4!brother’s best friend!Leon fucks you at a party

Vendetta!Teacher!Leon fucks you, his favourite student on thanksgiving

RE6!boyfriend’s dad!Leon asks you to meet up

RE2!Roommate!Leon catching you masturbating in his bed

You suck sub!RE2!Leon’s cock while he’s playing games with his friends

Doctor!RE4!Leon gives you a ‘fertility test’

Infinite Darkness!Boss!Leon fucks you late night at the office

Death Island!Leon is your teacher and fucks you in the bathroom ⚠️

Infinite Darkness!Stepdad!Leon makes you his own personal fuckdoll

RE4!Leon breeding you

Married!RE2!Leon fucking you, his co-worker, while on the phone to his wife (cheating)

Death Island!Leon finally gets his much needed holiday, and you’re his little treat

Neighbour!RE4!Leon overhears you getting fucked and decides he wants a turn

More to be added….

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #resident evil #re4 #re4 leon #re2 #re2 leon #vendetta leon #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4

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gigabyte-flare · 11 months

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Finally

(a Gigabyte Flare One Shot)

Summary: Leon finally manages to get a proper vacation, the two of you rent a cheap motel on the Atlantic Ocean coastline. You awake in the morning to find Leon not in bed, instead you find him lounging in a chair on the beach already a bottle deep in whiskey.

Pairing: Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Word count: 951

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Fluff with a touch of angst. Mentions of alcoholism, PTSD, pregnancy and sex

A/N: I took a little vacation to the ocean and this idea just manifested itself. Leon needs a vacation, poor guy

You awoke to the sound of your phone buzzing on the bedside table. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light of the motel room you had checked into the day before with your boyfriend. You check the time, it’s quarter to five in the morning, the sun would be up shortly. You grab your phone, it was your mom checking in on you. You text her back that you were fine and managed to find a motel on such short notice. You were desperate to give your boyfriend a vacation that he clearly deserved.

You roll over to kiss your boyfriend good morning, but you find the space next to you completely empty. You panic for a moment, thinking he got called into work again. Before you get yourself too worked up, you decide to get up and check one place he could possibly be. Tossing the blankets off you, you climb out of bed completely nude. The night before had been spent making love to your boyfriend, Leon Kennedy, who was very happy to finally be on a real vacation. You stop in front of a full length mirror that’s in the room, admiring your small baby bump; you are finally starting to show.

You find your pajamas that were discarded onto the floor the night before and put them on before heading out of your motel room. You’re immediately greeted by the roar of the ocean waves. Your eyes scan the beach until you find a lone beach chair with a man occupying it; it’s thankfully Leon. However, your heart sinks when you see the empty bottle of Jack Daniels still clutched in his right hand.

Leon’s drinking has gotten steadily worse over the past few years, you knew his line of work was dangerous and he would never talk to you about it. You knew he wasn’t allowed to talk about it, but you wished he would anyway just so he wouldn’t have to carry that weight alone.

You begin to make your way through the sand towards Leon, wrapping your arms around yourself as you shiver slightly, the early morning ocean breeze is definitely cold. You make it to where Leon is sitting; you think for a second that he’s sleeping until he looks up at you, his eyes dazed in intoxication.

“Hey,” you say, looking down at him, “you ok?”

Leon eyes the empty bottle in his hand before answering, “yeah, sorry babe, I couldn’t sleep. I know you don’t like it when I drink.”

You let out a heavy sigh, “Leon… it’s not that I don’t like it… I just worry about you, that’s all.”

You take a seat in the sand next to Leon, wrapping your arms around your knees as the two of you watch the waves roll in and out.

“I’m starting to show now,” you suddenly say, looking over at Leon and smiling.

“Yeah?” Leon replies, reaching over and rubbing the back of your neck with his free hand.

You nod, focusing your attention back onto the ocean, the two of you silent for a few minutes.

“I hope I can be a good dad,” Leon says, breaking the silence between you.

“There is no doubt in my mind that you would be a good dad, Leon.” you try to reassure him.

“I’m gone all the time… what if something happens to me?”

You watch as Leon breaks down crying. Leon wasn’t one to show his emotions, you suspect the alcohol was a contributing factor but in that moment, it didn’t matter. You stand up, kneeling behind Leon’s chair and wrapping your arms around him, telling him it was going to be ok, that he was going to be an incredible father to your baby.

“I wouldn’t have let you get me pregnant if I thought you’d be a bad dad, Leon,” you whisper before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Leon calms down, nuzzling into your embrace and kissing one of your arms that’s wrapped around him.

“I have an idea!” you say, standing back up and grabbing one of his hands, pulling him up out of the chair.

“Wha… What are ya, doin’?” Leon asks, his words slightly slurred.

“We’re going to go build a sand castle,” you reply, dragging him towards the water.

Reluctantly, Leon lets you pull him, “Hun… we’re gonna get all wet though…”

“We’ll be fine, stop complaining.”

You get him close to the shoreline where the sand is wet, sitting down in the sand, pulling him down with you.

“I don’t see the point in this,” he groans, watching you start to play with the sand.

“It’s practice, Leon, because I guarantee you’re going to be building lots of sand castles when the baby’s here."

He simply watches you at first before, slowly, he starts to dig his fingers into the sand, helping you with the lopsided structure you’ve started. It falls over several times, coaxing a laugh out of both of you; you were just happy to see Leon finally enjoying himself.

Once the sand castle is finished, Leon finds a very tiny stick, sticking it to the top of the very poorly made sand structure.

You giggle, “Leon what is that supposed to be?”

“Just… just pretend it’s a flag.”

You lean towards him, giving him a soft kiss on his lips. His breath reeked of whiskey, but you did not care.

“Thank you doll, this was really fun,” Leon says between your kisses, “best vacation ever.”

You laugh as he suddenly pounces on you, pinning you to the sand and deepening your kiss.

You were very thankful there was no one else on the beach at this hour.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #vendetta!leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #gigabyte writes

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