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Simon Riley x Male Reader x Leon Kennedy

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Authors note: Here is another twin series shot! More to come soon and thank you for 6.6k followers!! This idea came to mind because Leon is my other husband but in this one so is Simon.

Summary: An old friend and Ex makes an appearance back at reader and simons home town. The twins seem to know him very well and Simon isn’t too fond of the man.

Warnings: Fluff, jealous Simon, menacing twins, past lovers, Leon is a great man, overprotective Simon, twins track down there dad, past memories, catching up, twins are both 15 years old.

Word count: 2.5k

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Y/n was running errands. The twins had begged him to buy snacks after finishing up their last stash and wanting him to stock up. He knew not to argue with his kids, knowing that the will fight back if he declined the idea of getting more snacks.

And so, he had no choice but to get changed and take his car keys and wallet and head to the nearest market. He carried a list of things the twins requested, including Simons small request of wanting something sweet. It always surprised Y/n that someone so deadly and dangerous could have a craving for something so sweet.

He chuckles at the memory of Simon devouring their wedding cake alongside the twins who ate next to him. There wedding wasn’t anything huge, just them three and a witness or two but that was all.

Upon arriving to the store he makes sure to take a cart, going up and down the aisles in case he wishes to get anything else but snacks. He reached the alcohol isle and grins to himself. One drink wouldn’t hurt, right?

He hums softly to himself as he searched the shelves, looking for his own favorite drink. He makes sure to add Simons on the list too in case he wanted a small drink. It takes him a few minutes to find Simons.

“Bourbon…bourbon—Ah!” He mumbled under his breath until he finally finds the bottle, smiling in victory as he takes the bottle in hand, checking to make sure that it was the right one.

“Never thought of you as a bourbon type.”

Y/n furrows his brows, looking up from the bottle to come face to face with an old friend of his.

“Leon?” Y/n stares at him with wide eyes as Leon gives him a faint smile in return. “Y/n.” He says in return, getting a small laugh out of the other.

“What—how—what are you doing here, out of all places?” Y/n finally asks, too in shock to let out a proper question. He couldn’t stop staring at Leon, he’s changed so much. His blonde hair no longer blonde but a dark brunette color and his eyes were brighter. The man aged like fine wine due to his appearance looking the same when he was younger but with hints of maturity and a faint stubble on his face.

Y/n couldn't stop staring at the man standing before him that Leon’s words go through deaf ears.

“—Y/n?”

He’s finally pulled out of his thoughts and blinks his eyes. “I’m sorry, what?” He coughs out, blushing softly as he placed the bottle of alcohol in the cart he had with him.

“I asked if you were alright? You seemed a little out of it.” Said Leon.

“Sorry! It’s Just—It’s been awhile.” He admits with a faint chuckle escaping his lips, trying to focus his attention on anything else but Leon. It wasn’t until the older man eyed his cart and smirks. “Snacks and booze? Having a party or something?”

Y/n flushed and laughs. “Actually the snacks are for the twins, you remember the twins right?” He’s quick to ask, disregarding Leon’s second question. “How can I forget the twins, I remember when they first started school. Is Briar still causing you trouble?”

Y/n groans at the mention of his troublesome daughter. “Always.” He answers, taking the end of the cart in hand and pulling it behind him as he walks down the aisle, alongside Leon as the two did some shopping together. “Briar and Ren are fifteen.” He blurts out, getting a surprise look from Leon who scoffs.

“No way, I remember them being kids. Has it really been that long?”

Y/n nods his head. “Time goes by fast.” He states, warning a chuckle from Leon as the two approach the register, standing in line to check out their items. Y/n had looked into Leon’s basket, raising a brow at the amount of alcohol bottles he has.

“Is that all your getting?” He points out, causing leon to chuckle nervously. “Yeah…”

Y/n hums and decides to keep quiet, turning his attention back to his one items and makes sure that he got everything for the twins and Simon. The thought of missing anything could get him into trouble, the last time he forgot something he got a dramatic Briar and a whinny Ren to deal with until he finally got them their favorites snacks.

It wasn’t until he stepped up to the registrar to finally get his things scanned and paid for that Leon calls out his name before he exits the store.

“I was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner? That’s if your not busy.” Leon quickly says, getting Y/n’s attention who stared at Leon with wide eyes.

He knows that he shouldn’t accept the dinner date he already had plans to cook dinner for his kids and husband, but it’s been years since he’s last seen Leon. His friend his first partner, they were simply catching up what could go wrong?

“Sure.”

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“He’s taking forever.” Ren groans into the couch pillow, lying on his stomach as he continues to whine while Briar paced the room at a slow pace. She would glance out the window in hopes of her seeing Y/n’s return only to find nothing. Then she would look at the clock hanging on the wall.

“It’s been more than 30 minutes.” She mumbled.

“Be patient.” Simon finally speaks up from the couch, sitting on the far end next to Ren while the teen sulks into the pillows. “He told you two that you shouldn’t be eating too many snacks, perhaps this is his way of punishing you both and making you wait.”

Brair frowns at Simons words, doubting them. She knew her father well enough and she knew that area she lived in. The nearest grocery store was fifteen minutes away, she knew that her own father was someone who goes in to get what he needs and is out in seconds. He never took his time to check everything unless he had a long list of groceries to get.

“Something’s not right.” Briar finally says, getting Ren and Simons attention. “The store is close and he should have been back a few minutes ago.”

“Traffic?” Ren says with a shrug.

“No…” Briar tries to think over reasons as to why her father wasn’t home yet. Simon knew that she was overthinking the situation and comes to a stand, making his way over to the teen and placing a gentle hand on the top of her head. “Easy kid, Y/n will be back soon and if anything happened to him we would know.” Simon tried to reassure Briar but can still see the worry in her eyes.

Simon sighs. “How about we drive by to see if his car is still at the store?” Simons idea gets Briars attention, lightening Briar as she nods frantically.

“Go get your shoes. Both of you.” Simons instructs the twins as they quickly move to get some shoes on while Simon gets the keys to his own car, waiting outside for the twins as they rushed out of the house and into his car.

“Come on! Hurry up!” Briar exclaimed, getting an eye roll from Simon. “We are only doing a drive by, that is all.” He reminds the twins as he gets the car started and driving then towards the nearest store. Briar is bouncing on her seat, staring up ahead in hopes of seeing anything that could be causing her fathers delay while Ren sat in the back seat staring out the window.

It wasn’t until they stop at a red light that Ren speaks up. “Holy shit.”

“Language.” Said Simon while Briar turns around in her seat to face Ren. “What?” She takes notice of Ren staring out the window with wide eyes, frowning. “What are you looking at?” She finally turns to her own window, looking in the direction her brother was staring only to spot her father eating outside a fast food with another man. The two laughing together without a care.

Briars mouth is open in shock. Rens eyes are wide and Simon. Oh, Simon wasn’t someone who easily got jealous but the grip on the steering wheel caused his knuckles to go white, clearly upset about the situation but not saying anything about it. Before the twins could say anything the street light turns green, Simon hits the gas and drives off.

The twins sit in silence while Simon finds a longer way back home. The tension in the car gets the twins uncomfortable, feeling Simons anger and jealous radiate off his body. The twins felt like kids again who got yelled at for doing something wrong, getting their father really angry to the point where the car rides were full of silence and only tension. Even though the twins knew they weren’t in trouble they can’t help but feel like they were.

When they finally get home the twins both glance at each other, communicating in silence. Ren is the first to break the tension. “Maybe it’s a friend?” His voice is soft.

“Or he’s cheating.” Briar blurts out, blunt and honest.

Ren smacks her shoulder, glaring at his sister who glared back. “I’m only being honest,” She hissed out, rubbing her shoulder.

Simon is sitting in silence, listening to the kids bickering but is quick to shut them out. Simon wasn’t someone to get upset over stuff like this, he trusted Y/n. He married him, he wouldn’t throw everything away for someone else. Even though Simon and Y/n have been married for a few years he knows his partner well enough to communicate with him regarding anything and so far things have been going well.

Y/n would tell Simon everything that happens at work, let out his frustrations when he’s dealing with something hard. He tells Simon how he feels about curtain stuff without being afraid or embarrassed about it.

Simon couldn't say he was the same. He struggled at first when it comes towards talking about his feelings. He always kept everything bottled up. After Y/n came into his life he slowly started to learn.

“He’s not cheating.” He finally speaks up, startling the twins with his deep voice. “Y/n wouldn’t do that.” Simon adds, turning towards the twins and giving them a reassuring smile.

“Come on, let’s wait inside.”

His last words get the twins moving, jumping out of the car and rushing inside, jumping on the couch and fighting over the remote while Simon tossed his eyes on the coffee table and plops down between the twins, taking the remote from the two and deciding what to watch, getting a look of disbelief from the twins.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Y/n finally gets home, stumbling inside the house with bags in hand and sighing deeply. “I’m back!” He calls out, kicking the door shut.

He raises a brow in confusion when he doesn’t hear a greeting back. The twins usually come running to him when he comes back from the store but no one comes to him. “Kids?” He calls out, walking further into the house. “Simon?” He approached the living room where he finds both Briar and Ren, sitting side by side with arms crossed while narrowing their eyes.

“Uh, I’m back?” Y/n says again a bit concerned by the twins attitude as they watched him.

“You’re late.” Said Ren.

“Yeah, thats because I was getting your snacks.” Said Y/n as he walks over to the kitchen, to set the bag of snacks on the counter, taking it out of the bag. “Getting snacks should only take a few minutes you were gone for an hour.” Briar says this time, getting off the couch and walking to the kitchen, following her dad around as he puts the snacks away.

“So? I was taking my time.” Y/n shrugs his shoulders. The twins are slowly getting irritated and it’s Ren who blurts out the question they really wanted to know the answer too. “Are you going to divorce Simon?”

Y/n’s eyes widen, whipping his head to face the twins properly. “What—? What makes you think that?!”

“We saw you…you were having dinner with some guy and you seemed pretty happy.” Said Briar, shrugging a shoulder as she lowers her gaze. Briar could be loud and blunt but the subject of Y/n and Simon possibly divorcing set her into a panic where she shuts down, closing up and becoming afraid.

Y/n had noticed this when raising the twins on his own before Simon came into the picture. He’s quick to shake his head, approaching the twins and pulling them into hugs. “God no—I could never leave Simon and I would never ask for a divorce, do you know how long it took me to finally find someone who actually cares for me and you two? Because I’m not throwing that away.” He shakes his head.

Ren lifts up his head from Y/n chest. “Then who was the guy you were having dinner with?”

Y/n lets out a soft chuckle. “He’s—well, he was an ex of mine but, what we had back then wasn’t serious it only lasted a few weeks before we decided to remain friends. I haven’t seen him in years and I was simply catching up, nothing else.” He explains to the twins.

“You guys met him once!”

“We did?” The twins said in unison, confusion written on their faces as Y/n rolls his eyes. “Yeah, when you were seven years old. His name is Leon Kennedy? Tall blonde hair, blue eyes—?”

Briar is the first to gasp, pulling away from her dad. “The really hot cop?!”

“He’s in his thirties and not a cop anymore.”

“But he’s still hot?” Briar questions with a mischievous grin on her face while wiggling her brows. Y/n sighs deeply, knowing that his daughter was going to force him to admit that Leon was still good looking.

“Yes, he’s still attractive but, I love Simon more. He’s—“ Y/n looks up from the twins to see Simon standing near the stairway, leaning against the wall as he grins. Clearly the man had heard everything, listening into their conversation as Y/n gives off a soft smile before looking back at the twins. “Simon has the muscles and strong—God, the way his hands wrap around—“

“Ah! Stop no more!” Ren shouts, covering his ears as Briar faked a gag, looking at her dad in disgust. “No details!” She shouted too. The twins growing dramatic while Simon approached the twins and Y/n, smiling at his husband as he wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him into a deep kiss, Y/n wrapping his arms around his neck as he deepens it.

The twins scream in horror at the sight of their parents making out, running out of the kitchen and upstairs. “Get a room!” Ren shouted, causing the two to break apart from the kiss and laugh.

“Oh, we have one.” Y/n smirks at Simon.

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Description; You're probably the luckiest sophomore in the history of forever but luck isn't the "gift from god" people make it out to be. You're suspended between states of your life teetering on a cliff edge seconds away from falling apart to standing back up on two feet and staring at the bottom where you could have fallen. You knew college and being an adult wouldn't be easy but you didn't think it would be this hard, if it weren't for that cute guy Claire hangs out with on her brakes you'd probably be drunk in a ditch somewhere.

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☂︎ Chapter One ☂︎ Description; Your life kind of sucks but at least you have your job.

☂︎ Chapter Two ☂︎ Description; The cute guy that Claire hangs out with finally works up the courage to talk to you.

☂︎ Chapter Three ☂︎ Description; You suck hard at feelings and everyone's just along for the ride.

☂︎ Chapter Four ☂︎ Description; Your day is shit but Leon's there to take you out.

☂︎ Chapter Five ☂︎ Description; Leon takes you out.

Leon S. Kennedy X Male Reader

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Authors Note: IM ALIVE YOU SONS OF BITCHES and I bring you some porn. I want to apologize for the long hiatus that I had, but during my long ass break I was able to do some writing along with creating new ideas now that my era for Leon and Conner are back it’s possible that I will make many more crossovers between these two and more!!

Summary: Reader is a mafia leader who becomes attached to none other than Leon Kennedy after the new rookie saved his life.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, blowjobs, RE2 Leon, sub Leon Kennedy, Dom reader, mafia leader, alcohol, possessive, manipulation, death, language, more plot than porn, mentions of murder, modern AU, no umbrella, no virus, rookie Leon, officer Leon, slight angst, some fluff too, slight dark theme, praise kink, good boy kink.

Word count: 2.6K

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Leon didn’t know how he ended up in this position, sharing the same bed with the cities most powerful and dangerous man ever of Raccoon City. He didn’t expect himself to spend passionate nights with a deadly man who will kill anyone wit

He met Y/n by accident. He was injured and alone in an alleyway, his torso held a bullet wound as he coughed up blood. It was pouring that night and Leon was on patrol when he found the man, slumped against the wall as he quickly helped him. Leon had no idea that the man he was helping was Raccoon City’s most feared mafia man. The leader of the brotherhood who caused trouble for the city but kept his work clean and hidden.

He had bandaged him up and carried him back to his place due to his patrol shift being over and living close to the area. He provided him a place to rest for the night until the next morning, Y/n was a lot better. He looked healthier and the bleeding had stopped, Leon had wanted to ask for his name or help him return home only for his apartment to be stormed in by men with guns out and pointed at him.

Y/n had stopped his own men from shooting his helper and demanding them to lower their guns. It only took Leon a few minutes to figure out who the man is, putting the pieces together Only to find out that the man sitting in his apartment was the most wanted man. Leon was in shock to even move or say anything as Y/n collected his things, thanked him and left with his men.

Leon didn’t hear from him again until two months later. He meets Y/n on accident again, bumping into him when arriving to the towns bar to get a drink due to the stressful day that he had and in hopes of finally relaxing only to find out that Y/n’s owned the bar and that he too, was relaxing on the same day as him.

Y/n knew not to mess with the RPD, but couldn’t help himself to approach the young officer and Introduce himself properly. He gives him his name and offers to buy him a drink which Leon kindly rejects until the other pushed on, convincing Leon to accept the offer as the two sat side by side at the bar.

Drinks in hand as the weather outside grew cloudy and rain began to pour. Leon knew how to control his alcohol, but due to todays stressful day he ended up drinking more than what he was suppose too. His tipsy self had automatically opened up to the Mafia leader, telling him about his past and the fact that his parents were murdered and that he was on his own. Telling him that his parents killer was never captured and how the police gave up on his investigation. He grew up wanting to be an officer of the law in order to help people.

Y/n felt sympathy for Leon, smiling sadly at the man as he removes the drink from his hands and replaces it with a glass of water. Leon was in pain and still grieved for his family along with blaming himself on the death of two cops that he befriended on his first day only to loose them that same week. It was during a shoot out that he lost his friends, causing his stomach to twist and fill with guilt.

After that he stopped asking for partners and rejected them, too afraid to lose another.

Y/n watched Leon spill his feelings and thoughts to him. Too drunk to probably remember the events tomorrow as he rambled away, getting the other man’s attention who listened closely. It wasn’t until the clock stroke midnight that Y/n helped Leon get back home, offering him a ride and driving in the silent car as the officer next to him leaned his head against the window.

Upon arriving to Leon’s apartment he’d help him inside and gently lie him down in bed. He’d also remove his gear and make sure that he’s comfortable. Before he passed out, Y/n had leaned down to whisper soft encouraging words to him, praising him for his hard work and reassuring him that the death of his partners wasn’t his fault.

Leon had already fallen asleep, giving the other man a glimpse of his vulnerability. After that night when Y/n returned back to his own home he couldn’t help but think about the young officer who had helped him and let him know about his past. The expression that Leon did when talking about his family and friends caused him to grow protective and perhaps a hint of possessiveness that the cop riled out of him.

The next few weeks end up with Leon receiving special intel from an anonymous user who gave him locations of drug labs along with criminals full names and background. He didn’t know what to think about and figured it was fake until he presented it to his director who looked into it and sent a team out to investigate while Leon was stuck behind a desk.

Imagine there surprise when the intel they received was true, bringing in multiple criminals with various evidence of their activity. Leon had given the file of evidence that sat on his desk a glance, eyes narrowed as he clearly knew who it came from. He didn’t tell anyone when he made his way to the bar, keeping his uniform hidden and entering the place. His eyes scanning the room until they land on Y/n who casually drank a glass of whiskey with his other comrades.

Without hesitation Leon had tossed the file on to the table towards him, getting Y/n’s attention.

Y/n eyes the file and sets his glass down.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Leon asks while Y/n flipped through the file, turning to his men and clearing his throat. “Why don’t we discuss this somewhere else?” He collects the papers and comes to a stand, glass in hand as he drinks the last amount of alcohol before making his way towards the back where Leon followed.

“I’ll be in a meeting, make sure no one disturbs has.” Y/n had told two guards who stood at the entrance of his office door as they both nod in understanding.

When entering the office the minute the door closed behind him, Leon is quick to hold his gun out. Aiming his weapon at Y/n who leaned back against his desk, showing no signs of fear.

“Why give me this?” Leon asks, nodding towards the file in Y/n’s hand.

“I simply wanted to help.”

“Bullshit, the mafia doesn’t give a shit about this city.”

Y/n frowns. “This one does.” He tossed the file on his desk.

“What do you think I do here, Leon?” Y/n’s voice is full of venom as he pushed himself away from the desk, taking small steps forward and approaching Leon who takes hesitant steps back.

“I know that your a criminal and that you've killed many people. I know that you launder money and don’t care about the law.” Leon’s hand grips tight around his gun, heart racing as the other takes another step forward.

“I’m cleaning up the streets, I’m doing what your people can’t.” Y/n began to explain. “I’m making this place better by putting the bad people down and protecting those who need it.” He lifts his hand, fingers gently wrapping around the gun as his face softens. “I’m protecting people from experiencing a tragic death—just how you lost your parents.”

His words cause Leon to freeze in place.

“Do you really want people like that roaming freely?” Y/n lowers his gun, fingers moving up the gun and to Leon’s wrist where he pries the gun away from his hand. “I looked into your parents—I know that your upset because the man who killed your parents is roaming freely and continuing on his work. I know that the man who did it has killed more families after yours and faced no consequences because he was never captured.”

Leon gasps, feeling the others fingers grip his chin and facing him. “I can change that. Let me change that.” Y/n’s voice is soft and seductive. “Let me help you.” Leon can feel his warm breath against his face, the others eyes darting down to his lips before looking him in the eyes again.

Leon should be pushing back, pulling away from the man in-front of him only to cave in to his seductive words as the other swoops down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, catching Leon by surprise as he feels his warm tongue caress his lips open. Y/n’s hands are on his torso, pulling him closer, their chests pressed up against each other.

One minute, Leon is kissing the cities most wanted man and the next he’s bent over his desk while Y/n fucked him from behind, hands on either side of his head as he whispered praising words.

“Look at you, taking me in so well.”

“You’re perfect.”

“My good boy.”

“All mine.”

Leon had sobbed out a moan, pleasure coursing up and down his body as he allows the other man to do as he pleases, hitting all the right spots. Feeling a pair of warm lips, kissing and marking his neck as he picked up speed on his thrusts. Leon’s moans and whimpers echo around the office, ignoring the thought that the guards outside could hear everything.

Ever since that first day they spent together, Leon didn’t stop visiting.

Y/n’s men has grown concerned at the fact of an RDP officer visiting and knowing their location, worried that he would later turn his back against them and giving up their location. But, Y/n had reassured them that he kept Leon on a tight leash and will do anything to make sure that it wasn’t broken. He’d provide Leon names, locations, dates, deals, anything to keep him from betraying him and Leon never noticed his charisma.

Their relationship continued on for three years, enough time for everyone to know that Leon Kennedy was fully under Y/n’s control.

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“Leon.”

Leon is startled by Y/n’s presence, upon entering his own apartment that Y/n had tried to convince Leon to sell and move in with him but the young officer had grown attached to his new home awhile back. Y/n knew that he couldn’t argue with Leon and allowed him to keep the apartment.

“What are you doing here?” Leon is quick to asks, eyeing the man up and down and taking in his appearance. He wore an all black suit, hair brushed in a proper way as he sat in his living room couch.

Y/n sighs softly and comes to a stand. “I’ve come to let you know that I am to be heading out on a business trip to France.”

“France?”

Y/n nods.

“What exactly is it? If you don’t mind me asking.” Leon questions, removing his shoes by the doorway and setting them aside before moving to his vest.

“I found out that my little brother has gotten himself into some trouble and must go to clean up his mess.” Y/n had rolled his eyes at the thought of his little brother causing a mess back in France, perhaps getting himself killed in the process which wouldn’t surprise Y/n by a lot. His brother was known to cause trouble, he was in charge of an assassins organization and wouldn’t be too worried if he found him dead due to him double crossing people on deals.

Instead he focused his attention on Leon, giving him a faint smile. “I’ll be back sometime next month.”

“A month?” Leon stumbled in his step, removing his pants as Y/n steps forward to keep him up right and chuckling. “Yes, my love. This business can end up taking some time and I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” He whispered his last few words, lips pressing up against his cheek and trialing down to his jaw.

Leon shudders under his touch, leaning into him as he sighs deeply against his neck.

“Y/n—“

“Don’t talk, just relax and let me take care of you. Let me hold you tonight before I leave.” He placed his hand behind Leon’s neck, fingers grazing against his jawline before pulling him into a kiss as Leon pressed up against him, lips slotting together in a perfect fitting form.

Leon felt Y/n’a hand slowly stroke down from his side, sensual heat spreading under his skin as Y/n lowered himself down to his knees, pushing him up against the wall. A gasp escaping between his teeth as Y/n’s spreads his thighs. Leon’s eyes widen, whining as he felt his fingers graze over his hard on.

“Shit, your adorable.”

He hears Y/n purr, pressing his face against his thigh, licking and biting until his fingers wrap around the waist hand, pulling his boxers down to free his hard on. Leon hissed, head falling back and can hear Y/n chuckling below him.

“Don’t hold back.” His hand is wrapped around his cock, giving him a few strokes before placing a kiss on his head, feeling him shutter and squirm under his grip as he smirked. He doesn’t wait to take in his length in a smooth sweep.

“Y—Y/n!” Leon’s eyes widen, hand balled into his hair as he threw his head back. He could feel y/m nose brushing up against his crotch, subtle but overwhelming all at once. The hot wet heat of Y/n’s mouth around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure stuttering up his spine. The man sucked him off, humming pleasantly, and Leon could feel tears prickling the corner of his eyes, overwhelmed with sensation as Y/n held his hips down hard against the wall. “P-please, I’m—I’m not gonna—”

Y/n pulled off him with an obscene pop, grinning down at Leon as he looked up with him desperately.

“You can cum, it’s okay.” He said, making a show of licking his lips. He went back down on Leon, and the man bit his lip, hard, trying not to buck into Y/n’s mouth as he fought the noises escaping his mouth.

Suddenly he felt a wet finger brush against his entrance, and Leon’s eyes went wide. His orgasm ripping through him, hand gripping the receivers hair and bucking into his mouth, releasing his relief. Y/n bucked off him, chuckling to himself as he licks his lips and swallowed down his cum, cleaning his mouth with the back of his wrist and glancing up to Leon.

“Oh my god.” Leon breathed out, leaning against the wall as he pants. “That was—“ his face grows red, embarrassed to say anything else.

Y/n stands from where he kneels, brushing their noses together, hot breath against his lips as he pulls him. Their lips slotting together, Leon came taste himself on his lips and whines in pleasure, pulling away and licking his own lips. The man before him grins widely, fingers trailing up to grip the back of his neck.

“I’m done with you yet.”

Leon S. Kennedy X Male Reader

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Authors Note: IM ALIVE YOU SONS OF BITCHES and I bring you some porn. I want to apologize for the long hiatus that I had, but during my long ass break I was able to do some writing along with creating new ideas now that my era for Leon and Conner are back it’s possible that I will make many more crossovers between these two and more!!

Summary: Reader is a mafia leader who becomes attached to none other than Leon Kennedy after the new rookie saved his life.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, blowjobs, RE2 Leon, sub Leon Kennedy, Dom reader, mafia leader, alcohol, possessive, manipulation, death, language, more plot than porn, mentions of murder, modern AU, no umbrella, no virus, rookie Leon, officer Leon, slight angst, some fluff too, slight dark theme, praise kink, good boy kink.

Word count: 2.6K

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Leon didn’t know how he ended up in this position, sharing the same bed with the cities most powerful and dangerous man ever of Raccoon City. He didn’t expect himself to spend passionate nights with a deadly man who will kill anyone wit

He met Y/n by accident. He was injured and alone in an alleyway, his torso held a bullet wound as he coughed up blood. It was pouring that night and Leon was on patrol when he found the man, slumped against the wall as he quickly helped him. Leon had no idea that the man he was helping was Raccoon City’s most feared mafia man. The leader of the brotherhood who caused trouble for the city but kept his work clean and hidden.

He had bandaged him up and carried him back to his place due to his patrol shift being over and living close to the area. He provided him a place to rest for the night until the next morning, Y/n was a lot better. He looked healthier and the bleeding had stopped, Leon had wanted to ask for his name or help him return home only for his apartment to be stormed in by men with guns out and pointed at him.

Y/n had stopped his own men from shooting his helper and demanding them to lower their guns. It only took Leon a few minutes to figure out who the man is, putting the pieces together Only to find out that the man sitting in his apartment was the most wanted man. Leon was in shock to even move or say anything as Y/n collected his things, thanked him and left with his men.

Leon didn’t hear from him again until two months later. He meets Y/n on accident again, bumping into him when arriving to the towns bar to get a drink due to the stressful day that he had and in hopes of finally relaxing only to find out that Y/n’s owned the bar and that he too, was relaxing on the same day as him.

Y/n knew not to mess with the RPD, but couldn’t help himself to approach the young officer and Introduce himself properly. He gives him his name and offers to buy him a drink which Leon kindly rejects until the other pushed on, convincing Leon to accept the offer as the two sat side by side at the bar.

Drinks in hand as the weather outside grew cloudy and rain began to pour. Leon knew how to control his alcohol, but due to todays stressful day he ended up drinking more than what he was suppose too. His tipsy self had automatically opened up to the Mafia leader, telling him about his past and the fact that his parents were murdered and that he was on his own. Telling him that his parents killer was never captured and how the police gave up on his investigation. He grew up wanting to be an officer of the law in order to help people.

Y/n felt sympathy for Leon, smiling sadly at the man as he removes the drink from his hands and replaces it with a glass of water. Leon was in pain and still grieved for his family along with blaming himself on the death of two cops that he befriended on his first day only to loose them that same week. It was during a shoot out that he lost his friends, causing his stomach to twist and fill with guilt.

After that he stopped asking for partners and rejected them, too afraid to lose another.

Y/n watched Leon spill his feelings and thoughts to him. Too drunk to probably remember the events tomorrow as he rambled away, getting the other man’s attention who listened closely. It wasn’t until the clock stroke midnight that Y/n helped Leon get back home, offering him a ride and driving in the silent car as the officer next to him leaned his head against the window.

Upon arriving to Leon’s apartment he’d help him inside and gently lie him down in bed. He’d also remove his gear and make sure that he’s comfortable. Before he passed out, Y/n had leaned down to whisper soft encouraging words to him, praising him for his hard work and reassuring him that the death of his partners wasn’t his fault.

Leon had already fallen asleep, giving the other man a glimpse of his vulnerability. After that night when Y/n returned back to his own home he couldn’t help but think about the young officer who had helped him and let him know about his past. The expression that Leon did when talking about his family and friends caused him to grow protective and perhaps a hint of possessiveness that the cop riled out of him.

The next few weeks end up with Leon receiving special intel from an anonymous user who gave him locations of drug labs along with criminals full names and background. He didn’t know what to think about and figured it was fake until he presented it to his director who looked into it and sent a team out to investigate while Leon was stuck behind a desk.

Imagine there surprise when the intel they received was true, bringing in multiple criminals with various evidence of their activity. Leon had given the file of evidence that sat on his desk a glance, eyes narrowed as he clearly knew who it came from. He didn’t tell anyone when he made his way to the bar, keeping his uniform hidden and entering the place. His eyes scanning the room until they land on Y/n who casually drank a glass of whiskey with his other comrades.

Without hesitation Leon had tossed the file on to the table towards him, getting Y/n’s attention.

Y/n eyes the file and sets his glass down.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Leon asks while Y/n flipped through the file, turning to his men and clearing his throat. “Why don’t we discuss this somewhere else?” He collects the papers and comes to a stand, glass in hand as he drinks the last amount of alcohol before making his way towards the back where Leon followed.

“I’ll be in a meeting, make sure no one disturbs has.” Y/n had told two guards who stood at the entrance of his office door as they both nod in understanding.

When entering the office the minute the door closed behind him, Leon is quick to hold his gun out. Aiming his weapon at Y/n who leaned back against his desk, showing no signs of fear.

“Why give me this?” Leon asks, nodding towards the file in Y/n’s hand.

“I simply wanted to help.”

“Bullshit, the mafia doesn’t give a shit about this city.”

Y/n frowns. “This one does.” He tossed the file on his desk.

“What do you think I do here, Leon?” Y/n’s voice is full of venom as he pushed himself away from the desk, taking small steps forward and approaching Leon who takes hesitant steps back.

“I know that your a criminal and that you've killed many people. I know that you launder money and don’t care about the law.” Leon’s hand grips tight around his gun, heart racing as the other takes another step forward.

“I’m cleaning up the streets, I’m doing what your people can’t.” Y/n began to explain. “I’m making this place better by putting the bad people down and protecting those who need it.” He lifts his hand, fingers gently wrapping around the gun as his face softens. “I’m protecting people from experiencing a tragic death—just how you lost your parents.”

His words cause Leon to freeze in place.

“Do you really want people like that roaming freely?” Y/n lowers his gun, fingers moving up the gun and to Leon’s wrist where he pries the gun away from his hand. “I looked into your parents—I know that your upset because the man who killed your parents is roaming freely and continuing on his work. I know that the man who did it has killed more families after yours and faced no consequences because he was never captured.”

Leon gasps, feeling the others fingers grip his chin and facing him. “I can change that. Let me change that.” Y/n’s voice is soft and seductive. “Let me help you.” Leon can feel his warm breath against his face, the others eyes darting down to his lips before looking him in the eyes again.

Leon should be pushing back, pulling away from the man in-front of him only to cave in to his seductive words as the other swoops down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, catching Leon by surprise as he feels his warm tongue caress his lips open. Y/n’s hands are on his torso, pulling him closer, their chests pressed up against each other.

One minute, Leon is kissing the cities most wanted man and the next he’s bent over his desk while Y/n fucked him from behind, hands on either side of his head as he whispered praising words.

“Look at you, taking me in so well.”

“You’re perfect.”

“My good boy.”

“All mine.”

Leon had sobbed out a moan, pleasure coursing up and down his body as he allows the other man to do as he pleases, hitting all the right spots. Feeling a pair of warm lips, kissing and marking his neck as he picked up speed on his thrusts. Leon’s moans and whimpers echo around the office, ignoring the thought that the guards outside could hear everything.

Ever since that first day they spent together, Leon didn’t stop visiting.

Y/n’s men has grown concerned at the fact of an RDP officer visiting and knowing their location, worried that he would later turn his back against them and giving up their location. But, Y/n had reassured them that he kept Leon on a tight leash and will do anything to make sure that it wasn’t broken. He’d provide Leon names, locations, dates, deals, anything to keep him from betraying him and Leon never noticed his charisma.

Their relationship continued on for three years, enough time for everyone to know that Leon Kennedy was fully under Y/n’s control.

—

“Leon.”

Leon is startled by Y/n’s presence, upon entering his own apartment that Y/n had tried to convince Leon to sell and move in with him but the young officer had grown attached to his new home awhile back. Y/n knew that he couldn’t argue with Leon and allowed him to keep the apartment.

“What are you doing here?” Leon is quick to asks, eyeing the man up and down and taking in his appearance. He wore an all black suit, hair brushed in a proper way as he sat in his living room couch.

Y/n sighs softly and comes to a stand. “I’ve come to let you know that I am to be heading out on a business trip to France.”

“France?”

Y/n nods.

“What exactly is it? If you don’t mind me asking.” Leon questions, removing his shoes by the doorway and setting them aside before moving to his vest.

“I found out that my little brother has gotten himself into some trouble and must go to clean up his mess.” Y/n had rolled his eyes at the thought of his little brother causing a mess back in France, perhaps getting himself killed in the process which wouldn’t surprise Y/n by a lot. His brother was known to cause trouble, he was in charge of an assassins organization and wouldn’t be too worried if he found him dead due to him double crossing people on deals.

Instead he focused his attention on Leon, giving him a faint smile. “I’ll be back sometime next month.”

“A month?” Leon stumbled in his step, removing his pants as Y/n steps forward to keep him up right and chuckling. “Yes, my love. This business can end up taking some time and I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” He whispered his last few words, lips pressing up against his cheek and trialing down to his jaw.

Leon shudders under his touch, leaning into him as he sighs deeply against his neck.

“Y/n—“

“Don’t talk, just relax and let me take care of you. Let me hold you tonight before I leave.” He placed his hand behind Leon’s neck, fingers grazing against his jawline before pulling him into a kiss as Leon pressed up against him, lips slotting together in a perfect fitting form.

Leon felt Y/n’a hand slowly stroke down from his side, sensual heat spreading under his skin as Y/n lowered himself down to his knees, pushing him up against the wall. A gasp escaping between his teeth as Y/n’s spreads his thighs. Leon’s eyes widen, whining as he felt his fingers graze over his hard on.

“Shit, your adorable.”

He hears Y/n purr, pressing his face against his thigh, licking and biting until his fingers wrap around the waist hand, pulling his boxers down to free his hard on. Leon hissed, head falling back and can hear Y/n chuckling below him.

“Don’t hold back.” His hand is wrapped around his cock, giving him a few strokes before placing a kiss on his head, feeling him shutter and squirm under his grip as he smirked. He doesn’t wait to take in his length in a smooth sweep.

“Y—Y/n!” Leon’s eyes widen, hand balled into his hair as he threw his head back. He could feel y/m nose brushing up against his crotch, subtle but overwhelming all at once. The hot wet heat of Y/n’s mouth around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure stuttering up his spine. The man sucked him off, humming pleasantly, and Leon could feel tears prickling the corner of his eyes, overwhelmed with sensation as Y/n held his hips down hard against the wall. “P-please, I’m—I’m not gonna—”

Y/n pulled off him with an obscene pop, grinning down at Leon as he looked up with him desperately.

“You can cum, it’s okay.” He said, making a show of licking his lips. He went back down on Leon, and the man bit his lip, hard, trying not to buck into Y/n’s mouth as he fought the noises escaping his mouth.

Suddenly he felt a wet finger brush against his entrance, and Leon’s eyes went wide. His orgasm ripping through him, hand gripping the receivers hair and bucking into his mouth, releasing his relief. Y/n bucked off him, chuckling to himself as he licks his lips and swallowed down his cum, cleaning his mouth with the back of his wrist and glancing up to Leon.

“Oh my god.” Leon breathed out, leaning against the wall as he pants. “That was—“ his face grows red, embarrassed to say anything else.

Y/n stands from where he kneels, brushing their noses together, hot breath against his lips as he pulls him. Their lips slotting together, Leon came taste himself on his lips and whines in pleasure, pulling away and licking his own lips. The man before him grins widely, fingers trailing up to grip the back of his neck.

“I’m done with you yet.”

PENANCE — leon s. kennedy x male reader

w.c: 5.1k

౨ৎ . . . warning: light bondage/restraints, fucking on a cross, argument, bottom reader, mixed praise/degradation, leons corny one-liners, impulsive reader, fingering, spit, finger sucking, oral sex, improper use of guns, “make-up” sex (kinda), standing mating press, dirty talk, sir kink, leon’s weak pull-out game, readers genitalia undisclosed, clothed sex, d/s understones, two (2) spanks, phone sex (kinda?)

The last lingering days of winter sit at the very edge of the night, the top of the inveterate day, like the ever-ticking clock resting upon the wall that inches deeper into the midnight sky with its turning. The taste of regret lingers in the air, bitter and sour and pungent, assaulting the senses of any passerby and residents.

So overpowering, in fact, it’s plagued the plagued, drew them straight to you as you ran through the dingy village. Your combat boots slipped through the mud, clingy and riddled with a thick, musty smell that clasped itself to your clothes. The air was thick with fog, an impenetrable layer of milky grays that made it almost impossible to see through, and the gun glued to your hand felt like a cold, heavy brick.

Your mission was simple enough— accompany your superior while he secured ‘Baby Eagle’, make yourself unknown.

Tread carefully.

Your knife— secured by a leather scabbard wrapped around the swell of your thigh— remained cold and sharp. You thought there’d be no use for it— no close encounters.

Tread carefully.

You’d managed to run through the heart of the village, conjuring up quite the mob, full of pitchforks and flames, full of ashes and debris that danced in the air. It burned your lungs more than the running, lit the charcoal fire in the pit of your stomach as you ran until you couldn’t anymore— and your partner was out of sight.

Tread carefully.

Leon told you to stick beside him. Follow closely behind and he’d cover you, as long as you covered him. But you just couldn’t help yourself— the blood rushing through your veins and your heart pumping in your ears— you panicked. You ran. Stupidly, selfishly, you ran. You’d broken the dam and left Leon to pick up the pieces.

The last thing you’d heard before slamming the mass of your body into a wooden door was the gruff scream of your name, Leon, who you knew was more than capable of making it out just fine. That wasn’t the issue, no— it was your recklessness, your brief disregard for his advisory or guiding hand— it was your impulsiveness to run straight into danger.

He’d specifically told you not to on the way there. Stick by his side and you’d be okay— not that you’re incapable—just inexperienced. No strays— none of the sort. No catching any, no following any, no becoming any.

So now you have to pay for your mistakes.

You’re sprawled on the cross like a two-page spread, skin sheen and wet with what you assume is sweat— and dirt sticks to the slickness of your forehead. The pitter patter of rain against the poorly ventilated windowsill lingers, and the dirty glass trembles with loneliness. You can certainly attest to that, with your arms bound above your head and tied up in rusty chains. There’s no one here but you and your thoughts, your increasingly darkening veins and swimming mind.

You don’t remember who chained you up— perhaps the crafty residents of the village with much more intelligence than you’d like to admit, especially considering their predicament. But you do remember the injection of something cold and foreign. Something that absolutely should not be in your body. It doesn’t hurt, though, it’s not uncomfortable. And the wetness of the air bothers your head much more than the injection, if it’s bothering you at all.

It’s more a minor inconvenience than anything, aesthetically.

Perhaps it’s immunity, or maybe just inattentiveness. You’d have to tell Leon about it later, if you ever get to see him again.

You can’t help but think of him, his opalescent skin that travels for miles, the small quirk to his pink lips when he’s reveling in pride, the bleached-blond bundles of hair that sit perfectly atop his head. Like a crown— like a halo. The piercing blue of his eyes, cold as the arctic as he stares right through you. The deep pool of his pupils that dilate and constrict when sunlight hits them just right. . . The swell of his biceps when he crosses his arms, bulging and spilling over his closed fists. His hands, rough and scarred. Gloved and airbrushed with leather gloves that stop just before his knuckles, hiding the veins and muscles of his hands that stream down his wrists like a steady river.

It’s almost like you can hear him, the assertiveness of his voice that reverberates in your ears. Like he’s next to you again, wrapping his large hand around your wrist and maneuvering it into the right position for combat— the thickness of his voice as he notes aloud, “Keep it like this or you’ll hurt yourself.”

This whole time he’s been your keeper, steering you through the village with one hand secured around the handle of his gun and the other cradling the nape of your neck.

(“I got it.” You’d muttered, shaking off the heat of his large palm. There was something calculating in his eyes, and his long, dark eyelashes batted against the prominent curve of his cheekbone.

Your pistol rested in your hand, barely a scratch across its metal surface. You were still a bit slow at reloading, but you got the job done.

“As long as I’m here, I’m sure you do.)

You want to laugh about it now, pitifully, because the chains around your wrists are nowhere near as warm. Just as domineering, maybe, but not comforting in the slightest. It’s embarrassing to admit how often you’d thought about it— his comfort, late hours in the night filled with his voice, his hands, his touch.

Heat pools in your abdomen, swimming down your navel and spreading between your thighs. Now isn’t the time— not that you could take care of anything if you wanted to— You’ve been stripped of everything— just not in the way you want.

There’s a quiet rustle of the leaves, barely audible with the echoing pews of the church, but you hear it. That walking pattern. . . stepstep… step… stepstep’ only belongs to one person, and you feel relief pushing down your shoulders.

“Jesus...”

“Leon,” Breathy like a prayer, your hands clench into fists as you strain against the rusty chains. His figure grows, stalking forward with swaying shoulders that look broader than ever, and his nude lips are pulled tight into a snarl. His eyebrows— full and straight, pinch together with what you assume is anger, and a familiar crease forms between them. “I can explain.”

His shoulders bounce, as if he’s let out a sour chuckle, and there’s a slight shake to his head as he carries himself up the steps to free you. Quite the hero, you can’t bring yourself to stare into his eyes for too long as he scours your body for injuries. Nothing major— nothing he can’t help with, and his blue eyes settle on your face for much longer than he’d like to admit. There’s a soft haze to his furious eyes, the fire behind them dampening as his mind slowly realizes you’re alright for now.

You’re alive.

“Oh, I'm sure you can,” He quips, circling around the contraption you’re chained to. It almost feels primal, his intense gaze taking you in from every angle as he walks forward to trace his fingertips along your wrists. He’s gentle, though, feathery light as he gives an experimental tug to the metal. “And you will. So you better start talking.”

A small breath of relief escapes your freshly parted lips as it’s pulled away, and Leon doesn’t miss the indents freshly engraved into your skin. His frown deepens, but the cool leather of his fingerless gloves feel much more soothing than the chains.

You don’t mind it as much as he does.

A dagger of shame shoots through your chest, beating and writhing against the confines of your rib cage. Your tongue is tied, excuses dying in your throat as you stare at Leon’s five-fingered grip on your wrist. It’s tightening, his nails digging into your wrist ever so slightly, though you already have no chance at escape. You figure it’s meant to ground you, not hurt you.

“It’d be a lot easier if I were free,” You’re stalling, not all that uncomfortable as Leon turns his head in the direction of your face, his head tilted downward and his breath lightly fanning your neck. Warm. “…Leon? Wanna help a guy out, or…”

A characteristic clench to his jaw has the words dying on your tongue, and for some reason unbeknownst to you, he’s seething.

“Pull something like this again and those things won’t be the only ones after your head.” The warmth of his large chest against yours leaves just as it arrives, and he’s tilting his neck to really get a good look at you. Trying to get his point across, you suppose, with steely, gunmetal blue eyes. You can’t help but waver, irises stinging as you turn your attention to your bound wrists. Part of you wants to roll your eyes.

That just won’t do.

Leon sucks his teeth, gripping your jaw with restrained strength so you’re actually looking at him now, and whatever excuse you’ve created dissipates immediately. The look in his eyes—territorial, maybe?—has you at a loss for words, and all you can do is watch his pink tongue dart over his bottom lip.

Whatever he’s thinking about, you don’t like it, because he’s shifting his weight from one foot to the other with his hands on his hips. His face is pensive, but you can still feel the heat of his anger radiating off his skin. Even from a distance. “Shoot the chains or something.”

“Sure, let me accidentally graze you with a shotgun shell while I’m at it.” More bite than he’d intended, Leon loosens the straps to his body armor and lets it hit the ground with a small thud. You blink, eyelashes beating against your cheeks as you blink away surprise.

“Leon—”

“Shh, I don’t give a damn. You could’ve died. Seriously, what were you thinking?” His hair sways, violent and angry and overprotective. “Don’t go running off like that again, you understand?”

“I’m not a kid. I’m a grown man—” Irritation bubbles in your throat— did he just shush you?

“Damn right you’re not. And I’m not your father. Didn’t I tell you not to do anything stupid?”

“I had it under control.” You both know you’re lying through your teeth, but Leon wants to really drive his point home. He nods, noncommittal, snaking his arm around your waist and down the small of your back to unzip the pocket attached to your utility belt. He pulls out your gun, which remains heavy and shiny with disuse.

“Yeah? Under control with no bullets?” He aims the gun at a large mosaic of a stained window, and pulls the trigger with no hesitation. There’s nothing but a click, then resounding silence as he slowly releases the trigger, one hand secured over his knuckles while the other grips the pistol's handle.

“Lee, c’mon, we have stuff to do,” You sound whiny and borderline pathetic. You almost expect him to tell you to ‘use the magic word’, but he’s too busy pressing the pad of his thumb against your lips. His finger tastes vaguely of salt and leather, and you fight the urge to open your mouth and suck on it. “…Please.”

You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging for. The ache in your wrists feels dull and distant, and you can’t help but press the tip of your tongue against the flat underside of his thumb. You watch his pupils blow wide, pink creeping up his neck and pooling around the shells of his ears.

“Okay.” He breathes, broad shoulders melting ever so slightly as he pushes his thumb further into your mouth, taking in every curve and contour of lips as you wrap them around his thumb. It fills your mouth with ease, caressing the flat surface of your tongue with slow, circular strokes. You want more. “Yeah— okay. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Sir.” You try to sound more snarky and annoyed than anything, but it’s hard when you’re deepthroating another man’s finger. You sputter around his thumb, can barely form a coherent sentence with it pressing into your mouth like this— but Leon seems to catch on anyway, chuckling humorlessly to himself. Stubborn boy.

There’s a warning pat to your cheek, and suddenly you’re back in that training facility. Dimly lit and nearly empty, save for some equipment and workout machines— save for you and Leon, who kept his hands relaxed as you punched him square in the palm.

It was Leon who was told to take you in, show you the ropes, and he’d done so with a sly remark and a curt nod. It flew over your head at first, whatever he was implying, but you were slowly starting to get it now.

(“Well, looks like you’re stuck with me. Time to break in the fresh meat, then.”)

Only a few months ago, you’d been recruited into special forces, and there was something special about you. Something untapped and not yet tainted— there was still a genuine curve to your lips when you smiled, a sparkle in your eyes as you spoke. Charm was written all over your face, boyish and giddy and eager. You’d reminded Leon a bit of himself back in 1998, full of potential but laced with undeniable naivety.

And, truthfully, he liked you. Likes you, even, because of it. You remind him of who he used to be— why he’s here— to serve and protect. And if he’s being honest, he wants to protect you.

Even if it means putting you back in your place.

Breaking you in.

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I understand, Sir.” You’ve lost some bass in your voice, and it comes out shaky and cracked. You don’t have time to dwell on it now, how pathetic you sound, because Leon’s expression is nothing short of prideful. Your breath hitches in your throat, stuck in your larynx as you want the blond take in a sharp breath. He likes the title.

“Atta boy.” His eyelids are blanketed, heavy as he stares down at your lips with the remnants of a lazy smile. His— your — gun is still in his hand, but with him closing the distance between the two of you, it’s pressed against your collarbone.

You can’t help it; the opportunity is right there, and you find yourself leaning forward to press your tongue flat against the slide of the pistol.

“Playing a dangerous game, pretty.” Leon rasps, but taps the barrel of the gun against your tongue anyway. It’s slick with your spit, shiny and wet and he has to resist the urge to suck on it too. To taste you. “Yeeaah, just like that. There you go.”

It’s like you’ve learned nothing.

With a low grunt, Leon pushes the gun deeper into your mouth, using his left hand to hold onto the nape of your neck and keep you still. Asshole.

Ever the brat, you furrow your brows and thrash against your restraints.

“You can take it,” He hushes you, using that voice he has reserved for hostages or targets, all gentle and sweet. It’s hushed, barely a whisper, but it makes your brain foggy anyway. You can take it. “Give me your mouth. You can do that for me, can’t you? Say ‘yes sir’.”

You try, hard as you can, whining around the barrel of the gun with tears springing in your eyes. It’s hot and heavy now, like some sort of makeshift dildo, but you know the real thing would feel better. Warmer, stickier, curved and veiny. Thick on your tongue and pulsing, salty and sweet and long.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ. Holy shit,” He’s fucking your throat, sliding the metal into your mouth as far as it can go. It’d be much better if it were his cock instead, so big and so deep, leaving a bulge as he grinds it into your mouth. You’d take it like a champ too, eager and greedy. “Breathe.”

“Sir,” You gurgle, drool running down your chin and coating your skin until Leon pulls the pistol away and inspects it.

You watch him part his lips, previously pulled into a frown, to suck along the barrel of the gun and lap up your spit. There’s remnants of mint and saliva, fresh and sour when combined with the metal of the pistol. “Shit—Leo.”

“Tastes good. Did you take my gum?” He hums, witty as ever. It’s a passing comment, one you can’t help but laugh at, and the man seems to appreciate it. Even if he doesn’t exactly say that. He doesn’t give you much time to laugh, instead opts to connect his lips with yours. Finally, you moan into his mouth, much sweeter and pliant than before. You can’t stay mad at him.

“That’s all you needed, huh. Just a few sweet words, a couple kisses… If I’d known that I would’ve done that months ago.”

Only because you’re so needy, though. Your hips buck into the air, grinding against the space between your hips as your heart slams against your chest. You want more— need more, and the ache between your thighs is enough to prove it. You whimper, high in your throat and full of frustration.

“You really like hearing yourself talk.” You can’t take yourself seriously, not like this, but you say it anyway with nothing but the intent to get fucked stupid. You don’t doubt his capabilities, not with the way Leon’s staring at you. Predatory and ready, like he expected you to say that, his large hand gripping his cock through his tightening pants. You swallow hard, sensing some kind of mistake, and manage to gulp down your pride in the process. If you were someone else you’d be scared, running away from his anger with your tail between your legs. But you’re not.

“You just can’t wait, that it? Over here humping my leg like a damn dog, and now you have something to say? What, because your little hole gets frustrated when it’s been empty for too long?”

You’re squirming within seconds, struggling to wrap your legs around the dip of his waist. Even after dropping his armor he’s wearing too many clothes, too many layers that separate your skin from his. You can’t exactly take your shirt off, not without ripping it straight down the middle, but your lower half is free rein.

“Spoiled brat,” It’s something the blond registers too, because his big hands are hastily unbuttoning your pants and tugging them down your thighs, trailing behind with the gentle scrape of his fingernails. “Remind me the only way to keep you quiet is stuffing your holes.”

He’ll be able to see you much better like this, kneeling in front of your position on the cross to really see you. The clenching of your hole, empty and needy, the trail of lube gushing from it just as he hopes to, the shiny slickness covering your inner thighs. He wants to bury his face in it, fuck you on his tongue till you’re downright ruined, fucked-out and plaint. Maybe it’s in your nature to drift off, have your brain cut off from an orgasm (or two..or three) until you’re malleable enough to listen.

Your words are stuck in your throat, choked up and wobbly as his fingers relentlessly press into that special bundle of nerves. You feel like a slut, with Leon’s fingers twisting and pounding away, his newfound grip on your thighs so tight you’re gasping, crying out and squealing. He’s still careful, applying just the right amount of strength to keep you still.

“We don’t have much time,” His breath is hot against your entrance, and it can’t help but flutter with his mouth so close. Leon’s face contorts, softening as he licks a fat, wet stripe alongside it. “Wish I could keep you on my tongue. But you won’t mind something bigger, yeah?”

There’s nothing for you to hold onto as his fingers poke and prod at your hole, rubbing smooth, slow circles around the entrance. You want to wrap your arms around him, grip his shirt like iron and stifle your moans with it— but you’re chained. Leon pauses to stick his thumb in his mouth— the same one previously pressed against your own—and brings it down to you, pushing into your hole with ease. The thought of an indirect kiss has you spreading your thighs, lifting a leg just barely above Leon’s shoulder. Maybe you’re easy— maybe a kiss is all you need. Maybe it’s just because it’s Leon.

“Damn. Feel so fucking good on my fingers, baby,” He purrs, his voice melting in your ears. “Keep it up and I’ll see if I can promote you to Special Forces’ personal fuckhole.”

His fingers are wet and thick, you’re not sure how he’d managed to lubricate them so well, maybe he kept some in those extra storage pockets of his, but whatever it is…feels good. Slick and warm, almost feels like he’s fucking a fresh load of cum into you. The thought has you mewling, hands furled into tight fists as you struggle to stay upright.

With an unending stream of pitiful noises, your mouth pools with saliva that starts to dribble from the part of your pouty lips, and you instinctively spread your legs wide. It’s far from gross, the messiness of your drool catching on your chin and trailing down your clothed chest. It’s hot— you’ve gone braindead from his fingers alone, and he’s barely even started. You’re wailing, more wet and hiccupy sobs than moans, and tears stream down your handsome face in response. It’s just too much: too big, too deep, too warm, too wet.

You can’t do anything but take in the digits, slick and warming up by the minute until they curl, deep and thick. Your eyes roll back in your head as Leon keeps an iron hold between your thighs, rubbing and rubbing at your front and—and oh, you’re so close. You’re so close it hurts, the pit of your stomach filling with light and your toes curling deliciously. You have nothing to grab at, nowhere to hold, nothing to keep you stable as you lul your head to and fro. You sound delirious, and you must look just as bad.

“Ohh, m’gonna—”

“Brace yourself,” He mumbles, gloved hands running up the back of your thighs until he’s lifting your lower body off the cross and placing your knees on his shoulders. It’s intimate, personal and close as he lets out a breathy moan in response to the perfect fit of your hips against his own. “I’ll be gentle, sweetheart. For the most part.”

The blond is still clothed, and it’s hard to gauge his reaction of your naked lower-half grinding against his pulsating erection, with his hair partly shielding his pretty face. But you can imagine it, his pink licorice-twist lips divorced and blush high on his cheeks as his precum mixes with yours, sloppy and soaking the front of his inky combat pants.

You whine, wiggling your hips and kicking out your feet like some sort of brat, a completely wordless attempt at telling him to strip. You know there’s tears streaming down your face, just when you think you’ve taken a step forward you discover you’d taken two steps back.

“You’ll take what I give you,” Like molten lava, Leon’s voice grows deeper by the second. He’s pushing your legs further forward, bending you in half until your legs burn and he’s sandwiched indubitably close. You’re glad you stretched before this, because he’s got you bent like a pretzel— like some sort of cheap whore, and there’s no escape. “Your new mission is to take it and look pretty, don’t complain now. You hear me?”

“Yeah,” You feel yourself nodding from a distance, frantic and erratic despite the strong grip he’s got on your chin. You can feel him twitching beneath you, his cock jumping in his pants as he traps you with his weight alone and unbuckles his utility belt. It drops to the floor, loud and heavy, but it’s nothing compared to the obscene sound of his cock slapping against your skin. He’s unzipped his fly— still clothed, almost like he’s emphasizing his power over you. “Yeah, I— yes, Sir.”

“Open,” It’s not a suggestion, as he’s already rutting his hips against the warmth of your skin and snaking one arm around your waist. The other goes to your mouth, wet and ready, pries it further open so your pink tongue is on display. Leon gathers a glob of spit, but rather than your mouth it reaches your cheek, wet and sticky. Leon’s aim is better than anyone you’ve ever known— so it’s deliberate. “Good boy. Use your manners.”

You swallow anyway, desperate pants obstructed as you stick your tongue out further for more. “Thank you, Sir. For— for your spit.”

Leon sinks in with a loud whine as you clench around the fat head of his dick, whining and gasping, fighting your orgasm off with everything you’ve got. There’s a slight burn— the stretch of his fat, lubed up cock nestling into your hole— but it feels good, indescribable and finally plugging you full. It’s hard to hear anything he’s saying behind the loud squelching of his cock slipping inside, that and your own sounds, but you try anyway. He’s filling you till you’re ready to burst at the seams, pressing his weight against your body so you can clamp down and take him completely, no questions asked.

“F-huck, I can’t… Please, please, you’re so,” You’re on fire, his cock curving up just right as your pillowy walls flutter around his intrusion. Right there, electricity sparks inside you and your eyes roll back with the pinch of your eyebrows. “So deep.”

“Yeah?” The blond laughs, breathless and high off the feeling of your velvety walls constricting around him— clenching so perfectly, so hot and slick with rhythmic pulses along his veiny shaft. His hand travels to press on your navel, and he can feel himself sliding in and out, in and out. “Feel it right here?”

You do. And his hand pressing against it isn’t much help, you can’t focus on anything other than his cock. Your wrists are achy, almost as much as your hole, straining against the chains that you still have yet to break from. But it makes it better, you’re open and free for Leon’s use. Just a hole—to be filled, used, fucked. And, yeah, maybe you are. Maybe you want that, being used by Leon and his strong arms, manhandled into any position he wants.

“Yeah, in my— in my stomach.” You sound so cute, sniffling on his dick with every bounce and thrust forward, occasionally thrashing against your restraints. Leon coos, right in your ear and echoing in the pews. Much like the sound of your skin slapping against his, deep and fast thrusts like he’s pounding the brat out of you.

"God, should’ve had you like this all the time, drunk on cock,” You’re twitching, pulsing and convulsing around Leon’s cock, the fabric of his combat pants rubbing against your front. “Just like that, there you go, honey. Don’t run, let me watch my pretty hole swallow this cock.”

His— oh. Yeah, you suppose, it’s his hole to fuck, to kiss, to use. Since day one, really, when you’d spent your first night after meeting him knuckles deep. It’s incomparable to his own, longer and thicker, faster and better. So, yes, your hole is his, and his alone. You nod. babbling in his ears and wriggling in his arms. You’re his. The implication behind it has your heart stuttering, hammering in your chest as butterflies beat against your tummy.

Oh— You’re cumming.

“Shit, sweetheart. Knew you were a slut.”

“I don’ wanna— I can’t—” You let out an array of desperate, hysterical cries around Leon’s long, airbrushed pink cock, thighs and chest heaving and trembling, and arching off the wooden cross. It takes you a moment to form a complete sentence. “Don’t wanna.. st—op.”

“Yeah, yeah..” Leon nods against your neck, burying his face into the warm skin. His hair tickles your throat, soft and silky. “I won't. We won’t. I got you.”

His big palm cracks against the swell of your ass, loud and echoing in the church. Your core tightens, knees tightening on his shoulders as you cum. Hard and fast, you can barely register the squeals being ripped from your throat. Not over the slapping, the spanking, the—

The crackle of Leon’s radio, loud and blaring in his earpiece.

“Hold on.” Tears spill over your glassy eyes.

“Wh— No! Sir, you—“

“Hey. Don’t ‘no’ me. I’m right here, just sit pretty for me and take it,” He moans, emphasizing his words with a sharp snap to his hips. Your toes curl, searing white pleasure sparking in your stomach as Leon responds to the radio comms. You’re overstimulated, sparks of sensitivity striking through you with every quick thrust. “There you go, such a good boy. . .”

“Condor one to Roost,” He replies, sparing you a gentle glance while your legs lock behind his neck. The blond doesn’t let up once, honey locks bouncing as you cry on his dick. “What?”

“…Very funny. . .” Whatever Hunnigan said must’ve been spot on, because a low growl rumbles in his chest and his balls are tightening against your skin. Blotches of pink bloom in his neck, probably following down his wide shoulders— if only he weren’t clothed.

“Goddamn, you’re gonna make me cum, yeah, wish I could fuck it into you. Next time,” It’s deliciously obscene, the sounds of Leon’s cock reaming your hole like his life depends on it. His voice is barely above a whisper, so quiet but full in your ears. “Next time, we’ll make your pretty hole all messy with my cum. Yeah?”

Leon’s hips stutter, his deep thrusts growing shallow and messy as lube and precum froths between your warm skin. You can feel it all, the way his cock jumps and as he cums, missing a beat before pulling out to spurt the rest on your tummy. Thick and hot, it’s starting to cool on your shirt before he can move to wipe it away. Before he can end the call.

“He’s fine. We’ll have Baby Eagle home in time for dinner. Right, rookie?”

Leon Kennedy X Male Reader X Simon Riley

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Authors note: Sorry for the delay, it’s been a crazy few days due to me preparing for my birthday trip next week and wanting to have everything ready, but here is another Leon shot’ enjoy!

Summary: Leon and reader are tasked to work with 141 after they stumble upon there business, getting involved and needing information about an Umbrella lab. What Leon doesn’t know is that his boyfriend of five years dated the lieutenant and used to be apart of the 141 before he met and worked with Leon.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, past toxic relationships, kissing, confessions, age gaps, RE4R Leon, price gives off dad vibes, ghost used to be a dick, past relationships, mentions of Ada, missions, blood, gore, flirting, teasing

Word count: 4.7k

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Leon wasn’t one to get worried easily towards someone he knows who can take care of themselves, but after their small briefing about there next mission his partner has been acting strange. He didn’t start acting differently until after the briefing, his leg bouncing nervously when he sat next to him and his hands fidgeting with his holster or watch that he wore on his wrist.

Leon knew these were sign of being nervous, but of what? Y/n wasn’t one to get nervous during a mission he was always enthusiastic and finding the positive in everything, he always found ways to lighten up the mood whenever they were together but today was different.

Not only was he nervous but quiet too. Leon was driving them to there destination while Y/n stared out the window. He was quiet, he was the one who always started conversations but his quietness was getting Leon worried.

Leon’s gaze is focused on the road as he hesitantly opens and closes his mouth until he gets the courage to ask.

“You alright?”

Y/n tore his gaze away from the window view and turns to Leon. “What? Oh! Yeah, I’m alright just tired.” He shrugs softly with a small smile before looking back outside. The car goes back to being silent, Leon sighing to himself as his hand gripped around the steering wheel and decides to let it go for now.

It too another hour before arriving to there destination outside of a small town where they are to meet with a man named John Price who had some further intel for them. Both Y/n and Leon knew that not many people know about Umbrella and the bioweapons that they have created due to them being damage control and keeping the whole thing well hidden. There were a few times where the weapons harmed many civilians and caused a lot of damage that they had to fix. They just hope that this mission wasn’t too much trouble for the both of them.

Upon arrival, Leon parks the car in a motel lot where they step out to get ready. Y/n pulls his phone out and checks the location they are to meet up with Price. “We’re about two blocks away from our location, we can make it by foot if we take the alleys and stay hidden.” He explains, he turns to watch Leon check his things making sure that his had his gun and knife.

“Sounds good to me.” He closes the trunk and puts on his jacket to hide his weapons, scanning the area to see if anyone was watching them only to find no one. The two start there walk towards their location, taking shortcuts and staying out of sight from civilians.

Y/n wouldn’t check his GPS tracker every couple of minutes, telling Leon that they were getting close. “We take another left down this street and we should see one of Prices men—goes by the name of Gaz.”

Leon chuckles. “Gaz? What kind of name is that?”

“It could be a code name.” Y/n reminds Leon, rolling his eyes with a small laugh escaping his lips, bringing a smile to Leon’s face. He’s starting to feel less worried now that his partner is talking and laughing again.

Y/n looks around until he spots Gaz, leaning against a wall with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, wearing a black cap to keep his face hidden in case anyone was watching them. His attention turns towards the tow and grins when spotting Y/n alongside with his Leon.

“Well, if it isn’t little fish.”

Y/n’s face heats up in embarrassment by his old code name. “Hello, Gaz.” He responds back with a small grumble while looking away. “We’re here for Price.”

“Right, this way.” Gaz nods towards the entrance of a building hidden well in an alleyway as both Y/n and Leon followed him. Leon sticks close to Y/n, narrowing his eyes at Y/n in questioning, wanting to know understand the relation between the two.

“Here we are.”

The three enter the building, Gaz closing the door after the two step inside first and take a look around to see two other men one masked and one not, arranging their weapons and keeping a close eye on the two. The one with the skull mask stopped what he was doing and watched Y/n carefully who takes notice of this. His own gaze snaps away from him and focused his attention on either Gaz or his partner.

“Little fish.”

Y/n frowns, looking up to see Price standing on the other side of a table that stood between them. His arms crossed over his chest as he huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. “When they told me I’d be meeting up with a special agent I didn’t expect it to be you, little fish.”

Leon glanced at Y/n who clears his throat. “It’s Ace now—not little fish.”

“You’ll always be little fish to me.” Price states before turning to Leon. “You must be Leon Kennedy.”

“Yes, sir.” Leon greets in return. “Y/n and I were assigned in a task that we wish to complete—we were told that you found something that could help us.” Leon is quick to get to business, not wanting to think about the thought of his partner knowing who these men were when he had no idea.

“Right to business I see.” Prices voice grows serious as he digs into a duffel bag that sat on top of the table. “My team and I got intel from an inside friend who was helping us track down one of our targets. He gave us the coordinates of one of his hide outs, which we later raided only to find these—“ Price pulls out a small grey container with the worlds ‘Umbrella’ labeled on it along with its logo. “We didn’t find our target but we believe they’re working with Umbrella.”

Y/n takes the container in his hands, examining it and frowning deeply before passing it over to Leon who takes it in his own hands. “How long since you’ve found this?” Leon suddenly asks, getting everyone’s attention.

“About a week ago.”

“Shit.” Y/n mumbled out as both he and Leon look at each other already knowing that whoever is working with Umbrella would have already spread there work around the area.

“Did you find anything else at this location?” Leons asks again.

“A few people.”

Y/n froze at the sound of a familiar deep voice, glancing up to see Ghost standing on the opposite side of the table, arms crossed too as he leans down close. “People, you say?” Y/n swallows nervously, trying to keep eye contact with ghost but knew that he was doing a terrible job.

Ghost nods. “They were dead when we found them but they were strapped on tables—human experiments from what it looked like.”

Leon sets the umbrella test down and nudged Y/n to get the man’s attention, tearing his gaze away from Ghost and back to Leon. His tense body relaxed once his eyes land on Leon’s blue ones, feeling safe and comfortable.

“We need to get to that lab.”

“Are you crazy? That place was bonkers and full of things no human should see.” Soap speaks up from where he sat, glaring at the two. “Besides it’s too dangerous.”

“Our job is to eliminate Umbrella and this,” Leon holds up the Umbrella test to show the others. “Could be a virus that they were using on those people and we have to stop it before it spreads but we need more information before we do anything else and need access to that lab.”

“It’s dangerous.” Price interrupts.

“So, what if it’s dangerous? We’re here for a reason.” Leon adds, stating the fact that this was there job. There mission and they were here to get it done. Leon wasn’t going to allow this virus to spread and deal with another racoon city situation.

“Price, the location is all we need and then will be out of your hair.” Y/n’s voice is soft, easing the tension between them and provides a small smile. “Leon and I will handle the situation.”

Price sighs. “It won’t be easy getting there. It was empty when we left but heavily guarded now a few who escaped came back and we need to turn them in. So, we’re involved with this too and will help.”

Y/n sighs deeply. “Very well, it’s going to be dangerous.” He warns while Price smirked. “I know.”

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The ride there is silent due to them all piling up into one vehicle in order to make the ride there faster and not having to take separate cars. Gaz and Price are both sitting in the front, navigating on the driving and locating the lab while Ghost and Soap are in the back sitting across from Leon and Y/n.

Soap is watching Leon cautiously who’s leaning back in his spot, arms folded across his chest as he stares down Soap too while Y/n suffers from Ghost gazing down at him, his eyes never leaving him and watching his every move. Y/n shifts uncomfortably and tries to focus on something else.

“Soo, little fish?” Leon decided to cut the tension, side eyeing Y/n who groans. “It’s a stupid code name that was given to me when I first started. I was the youngest out of everyone and always asking too many questions and following them around.” He explains.

Leon chuckled. “Sounds more like a puppy to me.”

Y/n blushed deeply and nudged him roughly on the ribs. “I’m not a dog.” He hissed out but, Leon isn’t phased by his roughness towards him. “Sure your not.” The two smiling at each until Ghost speaks up.

“So, why ace?”

Ghost sits up straight and leans in close, his eyes narrowing under his skull mask as he looks at Leon up and down before turning to his partner who froze.

“I—Uh, we—“

Leon frowns in concern, never seeing his partner react in such way. The two have faced the dead rising, saving the presidents daughter from the Plagas along with Raccoon city. Leon learned that Y/n was always confident when speaking and showed no signs of hesitation but, he shows no sign of confidence when around Ghost. The puzzle pieces are sticking together on Leon’s head, noticing that Ghost made him react in a nervous matter.

“We—“

“Sherry gave him that name.” Leon cuts in. “Both Y/n and I rescued a little girl named sherry who was in a terrible situation. She gave Y/n the name Ace because he always got things right—whether we were in a good or bad situation he knew what to do and how to get us out of it. Also because he’s a good damn shot.”

Y/n smiled a little. “Sherry gave me my name. At the end of the day I kept it. It felt right like it belonged to me—no offense but I never liked being little fish. I felt like I was being treated like a kid.” He mumbled the last few words to himself, moving back in his seat and looking over his shoulder to stare out the window. The day was growing dark and the sun would set soon, they’d be arriving to the lab by nightfall, making things bit complicated for him and Leon.

They didn’t mind working on the dark but whenever it come towards labs they had to be extra careful and not touch anything that can affect them. Leon has been infected once before and the man wouldn’t want to go through that again.

“Will be arriving to the lab in two hours.” Gaz shouts from the front getting the others attention. The back grows quiet with Y/n leaning his head on Leon’s shoulder while the other doesn’t seemed phase by his actions, used to his touch.

It didn’t take them long to arrive before Leon is nudging Y/n awake, whispering to him that they were here and needed to get ready. The whole team is standing outside of the vehicle, getting their weapons ready as Leon and Y/n look up ahead to see the lab from a distance.

Y/n had some binoculars to check out the area, frowning. “I see three guards.” He says out loud for Leon to hear.

“See anything or anyone familiar?”

Y/n shakes his head, handing him the binoculars. “Nothing, it’s possible that it’s someone knew who got there hands on a virus. We don’t know what kind of virus it is yet.” He hopes that the virus isn’t the same as Raccoon city, it’s possible that it’s already spreading unless they haven’t done anything with it yet.

“Do you think sending Rebecca a sample will help us know if it’s a virus or a cure to a virus?” Y/n asked Leon.

Leon sighs to himself. “We can send her a sample in case we don’t find anything in this lab, right now we need to make sure that it doesn’t spread.” He looks over his shoulder to see Prices team gearing up, checking to make sure they have everything before going in.

“It’s best if we split up into two groups, they don’t know what their getting themselves into but an expert on there side can help them.” Suggested Leon but Y/n is quick to decline.

“S-split up?” Y/n stutters out, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I’ll take Price and Gaz and you take Soap and Ghost—“

“Why don’t you take Soap and Ghost I’ll take Price and Gaz.” He cuts in fast, wanting to make the change.

Leon stands in front of him, hand on his hip as he cocked his head to the side. “Alright, talk.” He demands, his voice firm and rough which causes Y/n to flinch. “About what?” Y/n tries to act like he doesn’t know what he’s talking about or what he’s asking, but they both know that Leon isn’t one to be tested.

“You’ve been acting strange ever since we got here and I noticed that it had something to do with you and ghost.” Leon nods towards the team but doesn’t take his eyes off Y/n. “You gonna tell me what’s going on or am I going to have to ask him instead?”

“No!” Y/n shouts in panic.

“Then talk.”

Y/n plays with the strap of the binocs and sighs deeply. “Ghost and I used to date.” He mumbled out, getting Leon’s attention. “I used to work with the entire team and spent most of my times paired up with ghost. I was a rookie and the youngest one there—ghost was an asshole at first always demanding me to be better when fighting always checking me at the shooting range to make sure I wasn’t struggling. We had a rough start but as time went by things changed between us.” Y/n remembers the times that Ghost challenged him in combat, telling the others that he was ‘training’ him when he was really being an asshole and teaching him a lesson.

“We only dated for about a year.”

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” Leon asks.

Y/n shakes his head, not minding his question. “We had an age gap that no too many people were fond of Si—Ghost thought I was uncomfortable with someone who was older than me and decided to end things. He went back to his old ways after and pretended like nothing happened and so, I left.” His eyes shift up to Leon who watched him close, his own blue eyes full of sympathy.

“Soo, that’s how I ended up here.” Y/n adds, giving him a nervous smile. After his break up with Simon and him going back to his old ways of being rough with him and degrading his work in the field he couldn’t stand being around him any longer. He knew that Simon was doing it to show others that they were never in a relationship but deep down inside it hurt Y/n badly to the point where he met up with Price to confirm his leave.

Price wasn’t too happy about him leaving but didn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. He instead found himself working Leon after their encounter in Raccoon city. Y/n wanted a fresh start and thought moving to another city would work only to arrive at the wrong time, both Leon and him meeting each other during the disaster and helping each other survive and leaving the city before anything else happened to them.

The two were forced to work with the government to clean up there dirty work giving them no choice. He’s stuck with Leon for a few years now and the two have grown closer with time. Leon had invited Y/n to dinner in a teasing matter only for Y/n to accept his offer, shocking Leon due to most of his dates being rejected and never being taken seriously.

The two have been together for five years, keeping their relationship a low profile and not letting anyone know about it. Leon had told Y/n about Ada when they saw her back in Spain and now, this is the first time that Y/n ever spoke about an ex of his own to Leon. He didn’t want to cause any trouble between the three of them and didn’t want this to interfere with there mission.

But, Leon had to know that something was wrong whenever he was around Ghost and now he knows why.

“Your not—?”

“Still in love with him?” Y/n finishes for Leon who nods.

“No.” Y/n answers. “I just don’t want him saying anything that’ll get you upset and do something stupid. He’s good with his words—don’t let him fool you.” He warns, giving Leon’s shoulder a soft pat before turning towards the other team and approaching them.

His stands up straight full of confidence this time, telling Leon about his past had taken a lot of weight off his shoulders and was feeling better about himself.

“Alright, I checked out the surroundings and they have a few guards outside the building. It’s possible that they have more inside.” He starts. “Both Price and Gaz will follow Leon inside the building, he will give you further instructions of what we are looking for and what to keep an eye out for while Ghost, Soap, and I take the guards down from the outside before meeting up with the rest.”

“And what are you looking for exactly?” Ghost asks, raising a brow under his mask while Y/n turns to him. “Anything we can find useful.” His answer is direct and firm, not allowing him to throw him off course on his mission.

“Any other questions?” He asks the team and takes their non response as an answer. “Very well, let’s go.”

As the others finish up, Leon approaches Y/n with a hand on his shoulder. “Sure you Can handle being around him?” He asked, wanting to be reassured that he can handle Ghost on his own. “We can still switch.”

“I’ll be okay, trust me.” Y/n gives Leon a smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek before taking his own gun out. “I’ll meet you up soon.” With that he heads towards ghost and soap. The team uses the dark to stay hidden, walking quietly and staying low as Y/n checked the guards every few seconds to make sure they were still in place.

Y/n uses his knife to take down the first two guards, slitting their throats and stabbing them in the head, who knows if they are infected or not but the head was always the main target to hit.

“Two down, more inside.” Y/n whispers, piping the door open and sweeping the entrance before signaling for the other two to enter. “Whoever you see, you aim for the head.” His index tapped his own temple. “They’ll go down faster.”

“They’ll?” Ghost questions.

“You don’t want to know what we can be up against. Just, aim for the head and try not to get attacked.” He holds up his gun and takes out a flashlight from his other pocket.

Leon will be hitting the lights soon, causing the entire lab to go dark. He checks his watch and counts down the seconds until the lights finally go out, giving him the chance to take anyone down with no issue. He turns on his flash light. “This way.” He orders the two, moving deeper into the lab.

They check hallways and rooms only to find them empty a few full of computers and desks but nothing too important, not until they reached the lower level where Y/n finds a hidden lab with test subjects strapped down on tables. His breath caught in his throat, eyes wide as he froze in place.

Both Ghost and Soap stand by his side, lowering there guns. “Fucking hell, what is this place?” Ghost mutters out while Y/n slowly began to move again, making his way to one of the rest subjects, gun still in hand.

“They can still be alive.” Said Soap, reaching out to touch one of the subjects but Y/n is quick to grab his arm, shoving it away. “No, don’t touch them.” He hissed out angrily.

“It’s not safe—there not safe.” Y/n clarified, looking over his shoulder to see one of them stir. “Shit—both of you get out now.”

“We can’t leave you!”

“I’ll be fine, go!” Y/n shouts at the two, glaring at them before Ghost gives a small nod and drags Soap out of the room, leaving Y/n on his own with a room full of infected people. He closed the doors behind him and sighs to himself.

Ghost and soap are standing outside in the hall with ghost pacing back and forth in worry only to head the sound of shuffling footsteps to his left, causing him to turn around sharply with his gun raised only to see the others.

“Ghost—where’s Y/n?” Price asks.

“He’s—“

The sound of gunshots is heard on the other side of the doors, everyone turns there head towards the double doors once the room goes silent.

Leon held his gun out, frowning deeply as the doors are pushed open to reveal an uninjured Y/n. Coming face to face with barrel of a guns.

“Oh.” Y/n chuckled nervously. “Sorry?”

Leon sighs in relief, lowering his gun and checking up on Y/n making sure that he wasn’t injured. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just had to handle something.” He nods at the entrance of the room which Leon peaks over his shoulder to see the test subjects strapped down, dead and unmoving. “I couldn’t allow them to escape and cause us anymore trouble.”

Leon puts his gun away. “Did you find anything?”

“No, you?”

Leon responds with shaking his head. “We checked the perimeter and found no signs of Umbrella.”

“I checked this lab.” Y/n turns around, heading back inside the room. “I found a few blood samples and checked the computers but nothing is showing up—it’s like they cleaned this place before we got here.”

A clean lab with no evidence wasn’t good for the two of them. They needed proof of what umbrella has been up too in order to figure out there next move, but the lab gave them nothing only a few test subjects and blood samples but not enough for them to know if they were testing a virus or if perhaps it’s already being used and sold to greedy companies who’d want something so dangerous for money.

“Check the computers again, will keep watch while you work.” Leon suggests as Y/n nods in agreement.

Both Soap and Ghost join Y/n inside, keeping a watch on the test subjects along with protecting Y/n who worked on the computer, hoping to find something useful. “Don’t touch anything.” Y/n repeats his warning to the two, knowing damn well that Soap will try to touch something he isn’t suppose too.

“If this place is so dangerous then why bring us here?” Ghost asks, standing behind Y/n who focused on the computer screen. “I didn’t drag you out here, you all got yourself involved.” He corrects the taller man, typing away while Ghost remained standing behind him.

Ghosts eyes cast over to the entrance where Leon spoke with Gaz and Price.

“You seem to be really close with your partner.”

“Yeah, and?” Y/n raises a brow.

“A little too close, I might say.”

Y/n scoffs lightly. “Am I hearing jealousy because that doesn’t suit you, but then again. I wouldn’t be surprised.” He digs into his pocket to pull out an empty USB that he connects to the system. “Besides, why do you even care? You didn’t show much care when we were together.” Y/n knows he’s right, when the two were together and dating it started off a bit rocky. There interactions were awkward and it became difficult for the two he spend time alone without being pulled out on missions or being disturbed by another teammate.

The two were together for a year but somehow, it never felt that long. Y/n was very young and he was head over heels for the man but after he got older he knew that it was all in his head and that his relationship was more of a situationship, being the one to try and make things work while Ghost didn’t put a lot of effort.

Y/n knew that they would soon break up over some dumb reason and ever after they split apart he was still heart broken.

“You know why I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t or wouldn’t?” Y/n questions with a glare over his shoulder. “Admit it Ghost, you didn’t like our relationship—your rarely tried to make proper conversation or at least eat lunch or dinner together. I had to be the one to do that stuff and most of the time you were too busy to notice.” His fingers type away, finding a few hidden files that he’s quick to download.

“You think, Leon’s better?”

Y/n turns around in his seat, eyes full of anger. “He’s far better than you. At least he care about our relationship.”

“By putting you in danger?”

He laughs at Ghosts assumptions. “Ghost, even with you I was always in danger. I know I can get hurt with Leon too but at least we protect each other.” He turns back around to finish his work, taking the USB after downloading everything and coming to a stand. “I’ve got what I need, we can go.”

“Finally, this place gives me the creeps.” Said Soap who rushed out of the room with Y/n following behind.

“How long?” Ghosts deep voice catches Y/n attention, turning around to give him a confused look and ask. “What do you mean?”

“How long have you been together?”

“Why does that matter?”

Ghost steps forward, standing in front of him, there chests brushing up against each other. “In hopes of starting over and doing what’s right.”

Ghosts words cause a sad sigh to escape through Y/n’s nose, shaking his head sadly. “Five years.” He whispered, enough for him to hear as the older man hums. “Then in five years too late.”

“Yeah.” Y/n agreed to his words, taking a step back and turning around to head over to Leon. “I found a few things.” He lets Leon know who grins. “Told you you’d find something.” He nudged Y/n on the shoulder who pouts with a glare. “Next time you check, it’s not that easy.” He grumbled.

The two smiling at each other, happy to have each other.

PENITENCE — leon s. kennedy x male reader

w.c: ~5.3k

warning: sub bottom reader, thigh fucking, spit, standing doggy style, dirty talk, leon’s weak pullout game x2, mixed praise/degradation, oral, choking, sexualizing las plagas, breeding mentions, sir kink, finger hooking, drool, infected leon is a lil mean, dumbification, accidental creampie

a/n: got a loooot of requests for a sequel to this!! so here it is! i hope you enjoy! ૮꒰ ´͈ ˙̫ `͈ Ꮚ꒱ა this fic had a mind of its own!! didn get to write leon as feral as i wanted to but… that’s okay!

You’ve never been shot before. Punched, sure, clean in the jaw in the midst of a training session. It caught you so off guard you nearly swallowed your teeth, and the blood gushing from your nose and coating the pearls tasted like rusty gunmetal. But it really didn’t hurt that bad, you felt more congested than anything.

You've never been shot before. Stabbed, sure, right through the hand until thick blood poured straight out your palm like nature’s greatest waterfall. It wasn’t as sharp as you’d think, not some sort of pinch akin to getting a piercing. No, it was panic first, your eyes trailed down to meet the handle of a hunting knife that cut clean through your palm. Then came the realization, Scorching heat beaming through your hand until it began to tremble. But hand wounds heal fast, you barely remember it.

You’ve never been shot before. Grazed, sure, blasted with the shells of a silver shotgun bullet so hard it seared your skin and left an open-mouthed gash. Your bullet ricocheted off an unknown surface, all because you’d taken it upon yourself to practice your aim alone. But it was just a graze, and so long ago the scar had begun to fade.

So the first time it happens, you’re taken for a loop.

Your legs burn, aching as you trudge beside Leon in his hasty motion up a particularly slippery hill. It’s like you’ve been walking in circles, deeper and deeper into the village but somehow passing the same bloodstained tree. For a man who was over a hundred fifty pounds of sheer force and willpower, he sure was light on his toes. Had there not been moisture from previous nights’ rain still lingering in the air you're sure it’d be easier— no mud to slip on, no pockets of rainwater that looked much more shallow than they actually were— but it lingers.

And it’s not just that, there’s an everlasting tremor in your thighs as you walk, you can barely take a few steps without your movements stuttering. You can’t excuse it as a pulled muscle, not when Leon’s been forcing you to sit back and observe. Though it’s partially his fault, you deduce, because you can see the growing pride in his stride as he listens to your trip over your own feet. Almost like it was a mission, fuck the rookie until he cries and let him walk for himself.

Asshole.

You can’t stop talking, not when your brain is working overtime and you have so many questions. Though it’s not entirely clear if he’s listening, Leon’s body subconsciously teeters in your direction, almost like he’s trying to collect your body heat. He’s certainly done that, that and much more. He’s stolen the air from your lungs with a heavy kiss, he’s collected the sounds of your moans and sealed them in a jar.

You spare him a heavy glance, watching the muscles in his back ripple as he marches through the thickening mud. You wish you’d gotten the chance to see him without it, to card your fingers through the strong fabric as he pulls his shirt over his head and balls it up in his veiny fists. To watch his hair fall, golden bundles framing his face and falling back into place like magic, nearly swept over his eye and so unabashedly Leon.

“Would you stop staring at me?” There’s a playful edge to his voice, teetering around the edges as he blows a bullet straight through the frail neck of an infected resident. You’re too focused on the nape of his neck to watch it explode, an amalgamation of blood and arteries and fat splattering onto the ground and surrounding houses. “I mean, if you want a picture all you have to do is ask.”

You can tell he’s somehow watching you through the corner of his gunmetal gray eyes, with your blatant staring, but he doesn’t seem to have much on the tip of his tongue besides a few smartmouthed remarks. Maybe he has eyes behind his full head of hair.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” You purse your lips, tightening your grip around the flashlight paving the way forward.

Truthfully, you’d underestimated just how much cardio and legwork it took to navigate this village— sure, the implication of missing hikers in the area meant there’d be a trail to hike, but in your head it was much more akin to training. Controlled, steep hills that didn’t continue on as far as the eye can see, an obstacle course that had an obtainable goal— it feels like you’re wandering aimlessly.

But Leon’s with you, so surely that can’t be right.

You wonder how much preparation and time he took into this, how many nights of sparring turned into considering your presence under the same blanket of stars, how often he made things with you in mind. Even if it’s just for a mission.

Quite frankly, it was all the time. Thinking of you put an indescribable amount of weight on his chest, it capsized his shoulders, so feathery light, and yet somehow still managed to put strain on his posture. He was always so laid back, cracking jokes and likable by definition. Yet there he stood, second guessing his abilities in protecting you, having you, wooing you. Ashley is his priority. . . but you’re his partner.

And he wants more.

“Leon?” Apprehension builds in your voice, Leon’s steady stride suddenly broken as he looks down at his hands. You bump right into him, colliding face-first into his body. His back is just as sturdy as it looks, barely jolting as you peek around to look at his handsome face.

His veins are turning black, coiling up his wrists from his hands, inky black streaks that branch off up his forearm and disappear under his shirt. Even the thicker veins decorating his bicep— they’ve become an ugly charcoal that looks entirely too unnatural. Painful. As if leeches have burrowed themselves under his skin, the intrusion crawls further into his bloodstream as small, deep grunts escape from his lips.

You still have yet to ask what happened during your separation— after you ran. But, in a way, you’ve got your answer.

“You with me, Lee?” You search his face for something, anything, under the furrowed brows and clenched teeth. His jaw sets, characteristically rigid, which is a generous start. Somewhere beneath the icy blue of his eyes you see recognition, like he’s not exactly looking at you, but he knows you’re there. Lucid enough. Good.

But without Leon leaving a path of bodies for you to walk over, you have to take over and pave the way.

“I’m gonna take your gun, okay?” It’s rhetorical, whether he likes it or not, because he took your gun away before you truly had the chance to use it— and it’s not entirely like he’s in the position to be making demands. You wish you could laugh about it, let a boyish smile wiggle its way across your face, but without Leon there to laugh with you… there’s no point.

And, like most instances, you find yourself jumping into action before you can think, dragging every pound of steel Leon has to offer through the village until you can find somewhere safe. It happens all too fast. One moment, you’re holding onto the pistol while wrapping an arm around Leon’s waist, blowing holes through the infected like you were made for it, watching their bodies topple to the ground in a lifeless display. Then. . .

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” Your heart plummets into your stomach, you can’t help but think you’ve swallowed a bomb. Your blood is cold on your slick skin, flowing down your bicep like sort of fucked up waterfall. It’s thick and sticky, a rich shade of red that only seems to get darker and darker as it pours from your arm. You can’t help but call for your partner, tightening your grip on his waist. “Leon…”

Getting grazed is not the same.

There’s a similar burn, but this time it’s from the outside-in and back out again. Like you’ve been stung by a swarm bees, all at the same time, and in the same exact spot.

It happened so fast, threw you for a loop, the metal of an axe bounced your bullet right back at you, and landed right through your arm.

Your eyes widen, jittery as Leon parts his legs, planting his boots into the mud in a futile attempt at staying upright. Selfless as ever, the blond just can’t seem to sit still when he knows someone he cares about is in danger.

His dusty pink lips are curled into a snarl, one of his veiny hands clasped over your own; fisting at the bunched up fabric by his waist. His eyes, previously clenched shut, are no longer a brilliant shade of blue— they’ve turned yellow, bright like a citrusy candy. His face, still as handsome as before, is adorned with streaky, black veins that cluster near his left cheekbone and disappear into his cheeks. Instinctively, you raise your arm to swipe away his hair in a half-assed attempt at consolation, but the movement burns before you can put away your pistol.

Leon’s eyes flicker to your bicep, watching the red ooze from the inflamed bullet-shaped hole. His gaze darkens, something you can’t quite grasp flashing in his eyes as he takes the gun from your hand and pushes you behind him.

“Leon—”

“Move! Now!” His voice is much deeper than before— still buttery smooth, just dropping in octaves as he yells into the night air. You don’t have to be told twice, stumbling in the mud as he pushes you in the general direction of an abandoned house. In a perfect world you’d use your knife to help, but something tells you sticking around would just worsen the situation for everyone.

So you rush into the house, bursting through the creaky door as gunshots ring behind you. Almost as loud as the static in your ears, buzzing as you search for a closed off room.

The house is empty, fairly sized— equipped with a staircase that leads upstairs. Bedrooms, you presume, since there are only bathrooms and living spaces on the first floor. The floorboards whine and groan under your weight, tracking mud as you keep your hand clasped over your bicep. It probably won’t make much of a difference now, but the bleeding has subsided into thick clots, which momentarily lightens your mood.

You don’t have much on you, it’s best to travel light when you have places to be— heavy backpacks can weigh you down. But you do have a few bandages and travel-sized disinfectant wipes. You can only help Leon effectively if you help yourself first— you’re dead weight if you go back out there dipped in blood— so you get to work.

It’s hasty, messy, and unorganized, but you get it done. Your bicep is wrapped snug, with enough pressure to support your arm without cutting off any circulation. It’s the best you can do for now, with the panic and anxiety blooming in your throat. It burns like bile, attacking your senses until all you can think of is Leon. The look on his face, the sounds of his pained grunts, the veins darkening beneath his skin.

As if he’s heard you, your silent prayers for his presence in its entirety, he crashes through the door. It squeals on its hinges, slamming shut behind him as his heavy boots collide with the wooden floorboards. You can’t quite make out anything else, just the sound of his shoes as he walks through the hall, and into the bathroom.

Maybe it’s just a hunch, an inference, but there’s irritation floating between his steps. You can feel it radiating off him despite not exactly being near him. The sound of poorly running water emits from the small room, muffled through the door, along with a steadier stream of swears.

“Leon?” You ask, pushing yourself off the wooden diningroom chair with the support of your unwounded arm. Would it be best to give him some space? But that’s not really an option, not with what you witnessed. Not with that intrusion trying to take over his body. “I’m coming in.”

Nearly tripping over the red rug decorating the hallway between the bathroom and living spaces, you clumsily open the bathroom door. Just Leon— sitting on the wide ledge of the bathroom’s squat toilet, his gun discarded on the opposing mantel. You can’t see his face, not with his hair casting silky shadows along the expanse of it, but you can picture his tight lipped expression just fine.

The thought makes heat burst through your skin. Nowhere near as painful as a gunshot wound. This time it’s comforting and sweet, it makes your legs feel like jelly and your heart like jam.

“Ocupado,” He sounds rather proud of himself for that one, readjusting his spot on the ledge. The blond lifts his gaze, shades of blue overcasting the previous yellow hues that once clouded his vision. “How do you feel..Your arm..?”

You should be asking him that.

“I’m good,” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, the strain of your shoulders dissipating into the air the longer you look at him. “You know me. Are you…okay?”

Perhaps ‘okay’ isn’t the word for it. You want to ask if he feels weird, if the deepening of his veins bothers him. What it felt like when he was rendered unconscious. When you felt it— tied to that damned cross— it wasn’t nearly as bad as Leon. In fact, it didn't hurt you at all. You didn’t even notice until the entirety of your arms were decorated in pure, black branches.

“Yeah,” He blinks, not once removing his gaze from the curl of your lips. Still so shiny and wet, soft as they curl with every vowel and syllable that leaves them. He swallows hard, audible as his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. Your eyes trace the small mole just below it, the way his throat bulges. “I’m okay. For the most part.”

He doesn’t seem entirely there, lifting himself up wordlessly until he’s crashing into you, his large, gloved hand finding a place around your neck as he pulls you into a kiss.

The bathroom isn’t an ideal place to do it, though you suppose you two don’t have a clean track record of kissing in the best places. He swallows the air from your lungs, deep and gentle as his lips melt into yours. He tastes just like he did a few hours, just slightly saltier. He tastes like you, you’re still heavy on his tongue and it seems he’s hooked on your flavor.

His tongue is silky, messy in your mouth as you try your hardest to absorb his heat. His mouth is so warm, so wet, and you can’t help but whimper when he pulls away. You want to chase it, that heat, so you can’t help yourself when you follow after his lips.

Oh.

Leon’s eyes— they’re red, and the impossibly dark streaks under his skin are somehow darker.

“Your—”

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” It leaves his lips before the both of you have time to process it. He’s much more surprised than you, pink roses blooming on the apples of his cheeks despite the clear obstruction of his body. You appreciate the honesty, clearing your throat to mask the laugh bubbling in your chest. Leon’s okay, and he’s not just saying it. “…Sorry.”

Leon’s red-eyed gaze is casted to the side, but even in his efforts to avoid looking at you, he can’t help himself. It’s cute, really, charming enough to have your heart doing somersaults in your chest.

“Then do it.”

Blue embers sparkle in his eyes, and suddenly you’re being pulled out the cramped bathroom. Whatever he’s infected with, it’s heightened his abilities, because his grip on your wrist feels just as strong as the rusty chains in the cathedral. He’s holding onto you like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t, an iron grip that feels more comfortable than painful. And through it all, he’s cautious of your injury.

It doesn’t stop him from slapping you against the wall, your back colliding with the old, peeling wallpaper with a loud thud.

“You’re sure—” You start, the words catching in your throat when Leon’s strong hands tear your shirt apart, straight through the middle. The cold air hits you instantly, sending shivers up your spine as you whine in protest. “I only have one shirt!”

“I have a jacket.” His answer is barely audible, as he’s too busy watching the rise and fall of your chest with hungry, predatory eyes. You’re looking at Leon, who has every feature of the man. . . But he feels different. He feels bigger, in every sense of the word, towering over you as his red eyes study you like a bloodthirsty shark.

Next are your pants, you take the liberty of unbuckling your utility belt, keeping your gaze on Leon as he watches your hands pull them down. A considerate patch of sticky wetness decorates the front of your boxers, darkening and dampening the fabric. Leon’s pink tongue slides over his equally pink lips, whatever restraint he’s using slowly slipping away. You expect him to follow suit, but his hands are on you and he’s guiding you down to your knees.

Your face nuzzles against the fabric of his pants, thick but nowhere near as thick as his cock, which has a prominent, twitching outline.Your mouth waters, saliva pooling between your lips as your eyes flutter shut and he presses your cheek against his dick, firm and rough. His hands are so big, cupping the back of your head as he releases a small, hushed groan.

Leon watches you unzip his pants with parted lips and a baited breath. You look so damn pretty, eyes glazed over within the matter of a few seconds and a stupid look in your eye the second you see his dick again. Like you’ve missed it, when it was only just a few hours ago when he was buried deep inside you. He lets you push his pants down to his ankles, your eyes roaming along the skin of his toned thighs, which black vines slowly creep down.

You press a pretty, openmouthed kiss against the head of his cock, watching precum bead at the tip and smear across your lips. Such a sweet boy, kissing his cock as a greeting.

“Goddamn, you’re so cute,” His grip travels down your face to the top of your neck, where your throat meets your jaw. Your gaze is forced upward, straight into Leon’s vermillion irises as he offers a small squeeze. “Just a little slut. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Mhm, yeah,” You pant against his skin, shimmying forward to grind your front against the leather of his boot. “For you— just for you, Sir.”

Yeah, you could get used to this. The girth of his cock, the vein that disappears beneath the pretty head of his dick, the way his balls weigh heavily against your chin. His pubes are a deeper shade of brown, slightly curly and enough that makes you want to bury your nose in it. He’s so sticky, slick and wet like he’s been thinking about this for a while. The thought of Leon gripping himself through his pants is just so hot, the way he’d buck up into his fist and imagine it’s you instead. The way he’d groan and moan into the air, chasing after some artificial tightness that could only simulate you. Your mouth, your hole.

“Think you can be a good boy for me?” You chase after his cock as he pulls it away, gripping it by the base with a gloved hand. You can only imagine how good the leather of his fingerless gloves feel against it. He coos at your attempts to follow along, meanly slapping the weight of his dick against your cheek until you’re messy with precum. “Hm? Yeah?”

You nod frantically, opening your mouth and covering your bottom row of teeth with your tongue. You can be good, you can be good for Leon.

Tears spring in your eyes the second he’s pushing into your mouth, groaning at the sound of your gags as his cock slides in and out, deeper and deeper without warning. He can’t help it, not when you’re drooling all over his pants and whining for it. Not when you’d look so cute hazy eyed and stained with tears as he fucks your throat. Not when your throat bulges around his cock, letting out wet squelches as you struggle to keep your eyes open and watch his hips snap against you.

“That’s it,” Leon sighs, shaky and content as he holds you in place. His good boy. “Just like that, you take it so—f-hucking—good.”

You lurch back, tears blurry in your eyes as you sputter and gag. His precum is salty and warm, coating your throat as you flutter your eyes and hold onto the swell of Leon’s strong, thick thighs. Heat ripples through your body in waves as a low growl rumbles in his throat, bouncing into your ears.

“Shh, I know, I know. Don’t run from me, let me in,” He coos, sliding his long cock from your mouth to watch a long trail of your spit thin out the further he pulls away. “It’s just too big for you, is that right? Hard to focus on anything when all you can think of is dick.”

You’re breathing heavily, panting loud as you slowly register the mess on your face, your chin. Your lips feel swollen, but your mouth feels empty. You must have a particularly dumb look on your face because it pulls a laugh out of the man in front of you, rich and hearty as he lifts you up with an authoritative hand around your throat.

“C’mere.” He mumbles, pulling you in to pepper messy kisses along your jaw. He’s more impulsive, you gather, with whatever’s coursing through his veins. Rougher too, with the way his hand tightens around your throat when he’s throwing commands at you. You don’t mind it, not at all. In fact, it’s made you all hazy, you feel like you’re traveling through a thick layer of fog as you nod along. You want to be good, to earn his praise.

Leon’s hands travel to your waist, dipping into the plush skin until your thighs are spread just far enough for his cock to fit between them. You’ve never felt so exposed, whining high in your throat no matter how pathetic it sounds, and pressing your body against his firm chest.

His cock feels as big as it looks, long and curved as he slides it between your thighs. You can feel every twitch and pulse, you’re sure he can feel you too— with how he’s grunting and groaning against your neck. He fucks into your thighs like he’s chasing after something, trying to satiate it. His grip is punishing, the pads of his fingertips digging into your skin until it hurts.

“I can’t,” You whine, shaking your head as you watch his cock disappear between your thighs. “S’not— I wanna—”

“You can,” Leon growls, making a low warning of a noise in his throat as he tuts in disapproval. It goes straight to your stomach, tingles shocking your body as you clench around nothing. “And you will.”

Instead of keeping you upright by the throat, Leon’s hands leave you to fend for yourself as he slides them down your supple skin, down every dip and curve and slope, until he’s playing with the leftover stickiness of your hole.

You’re certain there’s nowhere near as comfortable as Leon’s arms. They’re big and strong, plush and warm against your skin, and firm in your hand when he’s flexing. They keep you secure and safe, protected from whatever monstrosities are in this godforsaken place, you’re sure he’d hold you till you both fell asleep, and you’d be enveloped in his warmth.

He smells just as warm too, faintly of vanilla underneath all that sex and remnants of polluted air.

“Christ, you’re so… Warm around my fingers. Give it to me, baby, let me fuck you with my fingers.”

You love his warmth, it spreads across your body and travels down your chest, your stomach, your thighs, until he’s taking you apart with it. His fingers are so warm, so thick and perfect as they fuck into you. Even when you’re sloppy like this, sucking his fingers back in like you’d never wanted to be left empty again in the first place, working your hips back to chase after his knuckles. The warmth of his arms as he flips you around, pushes your weight into his own by the base of your neck, maneuvers you just right, keeps you open and vulnerable for him. All for him.

Yeah, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Hey, you with me?” It’s his turn to ask, and you wonder if he felt the same butterflies you did.

“Yeah, I’m,” You’re breathlessly spreading your legs and pulling yourself apart with the warmth of your palms to reveal the puffiness of your hole, fucked out and shiny from earlier’s abuse. Leon wonders how easy it’d be to slip back in, to inch his cock deeper and deeper inside as you flutter around him and keen with oversensitivity. “M’with you, Sir.”

“Atta boy,” The smile he flashes is all teeth, dangerous and sharp as his canines glint in the dim lighting. You have half the heart to be a bit scared, but it doesn’t mean much when he’s working you open when you’re already so sensitive. Your hips jitter, twitching both toward and away from his fingers as he presses against that same bundle of nerves from earlier— it’s too much. This time you really mean it, because the second he hits it, tears spring in your eyes and you’re fisting remnants of the peeling wallpaper like a lifeline. “Greedy little hole. Didn’t you just take me?”

“Ohh, oh, God! Leon,” He hums in acknowledgement, as if he’s actually listening to your mindless babbling, nodding with lidded eyes as he uses your hips to pull you down onto his fingers. He’s using you like some kind of toy, moving you with one hand as you sit there and take it. You’re melting into the wall, drool slipping through the seam of your lips and trailing down your exposed chest. “You— your fingers, feel so good.”

“I know, baby.”

The way you’re convulsing around his fingers is telling, crying and sobbing and squealing into the wallpaper while he angles your back down. His large palm presses into the small of your back, strong and firm as he pushes and pushes until you’re arching just right and exposed.

“Let me fuck you till I cum, be my toy,” You can barely hear him over your own sobs, shifting your weight between legs as you steady yourself. His cock slips in easy, smooth and wet and perfect. You missed this feeling the second it left, the fullness of his dick inside you. The curve of his long cock as it inches inside, the feeling of that one particular vein pulsing deep inside. “Gonna fuck you over and over. Yeah? Got that? Because you’re all mine.”

“Uh-huh, mhm,” You gasp, every inhale making you sputter and choke on your tears. “Yes, Sir.”

If you weren’t crying before you surely are now, with the sharp thrusts Leon’s pistoning into your hole, loud and sloppy and squelching as he backs you up on his cock. It’s like he’s mounted you, shoving your face into the wall as he slams into you. In and out, in and out, in and out…With every slap of his balls against your thighs you whine, small pitiful sounds escaping your lips until your voice goes hoarse and all you can do is weakly claw at the wall.

But you’ve been good, save for a few whiny noises and indiscreet pouting, you’ve been so good. So Leon lets your uninjured hand wander, even guides it down to your front as he fucks you from behind so hard it feels like you’re going stupid. You can’t see him like this, but you’d bet there’s a feral look on his face. Pupils blown wide as his red eyes focus on the view of his cock disappearing inside you, his brain short circuiting as it repeats the same code over and over.

Breed, breed, breed.

“Wanna breed you,” He rasps, strong arms pulling you the second he’s pulling out. No matter what, you’re full of him. You’re full of him even as his cock slides away, a trail of precum connecting the two of you as it froths between your thighs and his balls. “Can I fuck my cum into your sloppy little hole? Hm?”

“Course, f’course,” It’s all out the window, every possible thought you’d ever had about how uncomfortable it could be to be…preoccupied while on a mission. Because you want it, you want to be full. You want him to give it to you, deeper and harder and messier and… More. “..Please..”

“Nice of you to say, but,” He groans high in his throat, voice tight and heavy as his hips grow sloppy and weak. Yet, his cock still feels so heavy in your hole, makes you feel like you’re ready to burst apart at the seams. Leon’s fingers pull at your cheeks, slipping in your mouth and pulling at the skin until your mouth is forced wide, your tongue slipping from your mouth as you drool and cry. “I wasn’t really asking. You’d let me cum wherever I wanted, wouldn’t you? It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re cute when you go dumb on my dick.”

You can’t do this.

You tried, really. You tried your hardest, held it for as long as you could. But you’re already there, almost screaming on his dick as you flutter and clamp down on it, light beaming in your stomach as your body grows sensitive and weak. You’re cumming. And Leon’s hand around your throat doesn’t do anything besides aid it, the way you gush and whine around his cock despite his insistent thrusts. You can’t think, you can’t breathe, and it feels so fucking good.

“Jesus fuck, you take that cock so well. Such a good boy, my pretty slut,” Leon pulls you into him, pressing his chest against your back as he sinks his teeth into the base of your neck. Not enough to draw blood, no, just enough to leave a Leon S. Kennedy sized bite mark along your skin. “Tell me you love this cock, pretty baby. I know you can.”

“I love— ohhh — love your cock, Sir. M’so full.” Your twitching doesn’t cease, instead egging him on as your pretty little hole sucks him in deeper, holding him like a vice. Warm and slick, he can’t help but moan into your neck as his balls tighten and he cums.

“That’s it,” You watch him pant through the corner of your eyes, weighed down by fatigue, sex, and the entirety of today's ordeals. But at least the richness of his veins are beginning to clear up, and his pretty, arctic blue eyes are starting to resurface. You smile around a hearty moan, feeling your insides flood with warmth as his eyes flutter shut and his body shudders. “I could really get used to this.”

It’s hard and fast, much too fast for him to have pulled out to shoot across your back— no, he’s partially shot a thick, creamy rope inside you. His veins pulse at the thought, satiated with the sight of your fucked-out hole drooling with his cum.

“Oh… Fuck.”

He’s hard again.

" Training. " Re2 Leon Kennedy x Male reader

Ok so even if Re2 Leon is like SUPER pretty I say he gets 0 bitches and 0 pussy. So when you guys started dating he had no experience and came really quickly, and he had this idea that you should " train " him not to come so quickly. yk? If this does good I'll write a full fic on this. VERY short imagine, Male reader , Explicit NSFW , Minors DNI Sub + top Leon , praise , teasing from reader , overstimulation , riding , dumbification? nipple play

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Leon covered his mouth to muffle his desperate sobs came out while you bounced on his cock. " Please, (Name). 'ts too much. " He cried, his pretty eyes glazed with tears. You came to a halt as you slowed your hips when he was deep inside of you, the tip of his cock grazing your prostate as you let out a satisfied hum.

" Baby boy, this was your idea. Surely you're not backing out now? " You teased, leaning down to kiss at the tears streaming down his cheeks. Leon placed his hands on your hips as he shook his head stupidly. " No, I'm sorry. Keep going. " He whined, grinding his hips up into you.

You smiled against his skin as you placed your hands on his chest as you continued bouncing your hips, listening intently to his high pitched moans while you moved your fingers to his nipples. He yelped as he felt your fingers take a nub in between your thumb and index finger and roll it.

Leons chest heaved, the overstimulation from his multiple past orgasms and the pleasure he was receiving from his chest had him drooling. You kissed at his lips while you continued your movements, Leon barely able to kiss back as he placed a hand on the back of your head to push your lips against his more.

Your moved your free hand to his shoulder, feeling against his muscles as you moaned into his kiss. You disconnected your lips and looked down at Leon. What a masterpiece. Leon with purple and red marks all over his body from his V-line to his jawline, his face wet with tears and his eyes looking up at you with desperation and admiration.

He was all yours.

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; somnophilia, blowjob, riding, size kink, overstimulation.

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Resident Evil 4

Leon doesn't need to open his eyes to know it's still the middle of the night, he had been trying to fall asleep hours ago, but he was still restlessly turning around on the bed, a heavy arm wrapped loosely around his waist and a hot breath against the back of his neck. He couldn't take it anymore. He gives up.

He turns on his back and opens his eyes with his jaw clenched, he's tired, he's stressed, and very, very horny right now. And laying next to him, peacefully sleeping without a clue of his current state, was (M/n), his boyfriend. Leon looks at him, his lips slightly parted open, feeling his breathing against his face now, the light of the moon shines a bit through the blinds and he's able to see his torso as it rose with every steady breath, the sheets dropped over his hips, he was laying on his side and Leon lifted a hand to press against (M/n)'s shoulder, and just like that, he was now laying on his back too, still asleep.

Leon knew his boyfriend was quite the heavy sleeper, and this is something they previously discussed so... It was okay, right?

Because Leon could not control himself any longer.

The slightest move made his dick rub against the fabric of his short shorts, feeling it twitching and how he was leaking pre-cum already, making him feel so wet. He whined quietly as he rubbed his thighs together, reaching his hand up to his mouth and wrapping his lips around his fingers, licking them and sucking on them as he let out muffled moans.

His mind wandered to the memories of (M/n)'s fingers playing with his tongue, looming over him and observing him with adoration while Leon could only whimper and blink away the tears gathering in his blue eyes. Leon just loved whenever his boyfriend played with his body however he liked, it allowed him to let loose for once.

He pressed his thighs together as he took his fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to his lips, and with his free hand he moves the fabric of his shorts aside, pressing his fingertips against his twitching entrance, slowly pushing them in, not caring about the stinging pain he felt when he did so. He wanted more than just his fingers, and he wanted it now.

Not even a minute had passed when Leon got too impatient and pulled his fingers out with a grunt, shifting around the bed until he was on his knees, looking down at (M/n) who was still unaware of what was happening next to him.

Leon's eyes trailed down to his hips, removing the sheets and rubbing (M/n)'s dick over his shorts and underwear. He felt it growing under his hand, but it wasn't stimulating enough, so he pulled (M/n)'s bottom half clothes down until his hardening cock was freed. Leon swallowed as he wrapped his hand around it, his mouth salivating as he couldn't help but want to put it in his mouth and choke on (M/n)'s cock.

Taking a shaky breath in, Leon leaned down and slowly licked the tip, earning a soft sound from (M/n) yet he didn't wake up. He continued licking for a short while, until he felt brave enough to wrap his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue around it, using his hand to jerk off what he couldn't fit.

He used to be scared to give (M/n) a blowjob due to his size, but right now? He didn't give a fuck, he wanted (M/n)'s dick deep down his throat, making him gag and choke, he wanted to cry as he struggled to take every inch in.

Slowly, he started leaning down further, his eyes rolling back as he felt (M/n)'s dick reach his throat, releasing a groan as he grinded on the bed, needing some kind of friction on his oozing cock.

Leon heard a groan coming from (M/n), and he looked up, blinking his tears away as he observed the male frowning as his breathing picked up in pace.

"Leon..." He muttered while shifting his hips upwards, pushing his cock further down Leon's throat, causing him to gag, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as his thighs trembled.

He pulled away taking rapid breaths as he coughed as quietly as he could. Whining, Leon waited a few seconds until his thighs weren't shaking so much, feeling his cum dripping down the inner sides of them as he moved to straddle (M/n)'s hips, holding his throbbing cock in his hand and moving the fabric of his shorts slightly to the side.

Leon held his breath when he feels the tip pushing past his rim of muscles, biting his lips before swallowing hard and lowering his weight fully on (M/n). His mouth opens as he releases a choked moan, placing his hands on (M/n)'s abdomen to steady himself, remaining still as he gets used to the stretching inside him.

Whimpering in pain, Leon raises his hips and lowers them at an even, slow pace, and soon enough, the pain mixes with pleasure in his foggy mind, he can only think about cumming over and over again, having (M/n)'s thick cock filling him up, wetting his insides with his hot cum, marking him as his, only for him to use as he pleases.

His crying became louder as he desperately bounced, pulling on (M/n)'s tank top, whining, and mumbling to himself.

"More... m-more, fuck... please~," he closed his eyes tightly, leaning down until his chest pressed against (M/n)'s, "I n-need more, (M/n)... please, fuck me..."

Having woken up a few minutes ago, (M/n) opened his eyes and glanced down at Leon who was nuzzling against his chest, crying quietly while he continued moving his hips back and forth. Moving his hands, he gripped Leon's waist, making him flinch as he looked up in surprise.

"Sorry I kept you waiting, darling," before Leon could say anything in response, he felt his body being lifted slightly and brought down with force, his whole body tensed and trembled as his eyes opened wide, rolling into the back of his head as he released a loud, high-pitched moan of his boyfriend's name. "Hm~ you like that, don't you?"

Leon was just able to whine and nod frantically as he felt every inch of (M/n)'s throbbing cock deep inside him, his body going limp as he was being manhandled with ease as if he was a mere ragdoll, treated like nothing else but a fleshlight. And he loved every second of it.

Tears fell down his flushed face, and (M/n) wished there was more light in the room to be able to see every expression showing on his pretty face, how his light freckles became just a bit more noticeable than usual. Gritting his teeth, he sat on the bed, maintaining his tight grip on Leon's waist as he handled his shaking body.

"Damn, darling... It's gonna be a long day today," he held Leon still, making him gasp at the pressure he felt on his prostate, "I'm gonna fuck you full of my cum, and you're gonna take every drop of it."

Leon whimpered, wrapping his weak arms around (M/n)'s neck, "Yes~! I will ta-take it all... Keep m-moving, please..."

Chuckling quietly, (M/n) reached a hand up and held Leon's face, staring into his bright, glossy, and lust-filled eyes.

"You look so fucking adorable like this, puppy..." Leon showed (M/n) a small smile, he was in a daze, and (M/n) loved that, especially because he dropped the tough guy look to become an obedient little puppy.

Leon leaned closer and placed a sloppy, messy kiss on (M/n)'s lips, whining when he felt (M/n) pulling away to tease him.

"Don't do that~" he muttered tightening the hold of his arms around (M/n)'s shoulder, his fingers messing up his hair even more, "Let me kiss you," now he was pouting and there was nothing (M/n) could do other than let him.

"Alright, okay, didn't mean to tease you like that," he responded with a wide smile, causing Leon to smile too as they leaned in to kiss, "Hold on tight, baby," (M/n) said as he lowered his hands to hold Leon's his instead, and the blond did as told, "I love you."

Being caught off guard, Leon giggled and kissed the tip of (M/n)'s nose, "I love you too~."

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(The ending is so cheesy what the heck 💀)

(Wanna write about Jake next but I have no ideas lol)

Simon Riley x Male Reader x Leon Kennedy

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Authors note: Here is another twin series shot! More to come soon and thank you for 6.6k followers!! This idea came to mind because Leon is my other husband but in this one so is Simon.

Summary: An old friend and Ex makes an appearance back at reader and simons home town. The twins seem to know him very well and Simon isn’t too fond of the man.

Warnings: Fluff, jealous Simon, menacing twins, past lovers, Leon is a great man, overprotective Simon, twins track down there dad, past memories, catching up, twins are both 15 years old.

Word count: 2.5k

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Y/n was running errands. The twins had begged him to buy snacks after finishing up their last stash and wanting him to stock up. He knew not to argue with his kids, knowing that the will fight back if he declined the idea of getting more snacks.

And so, he had no choice but to get changed and take his car keys and wallet and head to the nearest market. He carried a list of things the twins requested, including Simons small request of wanting something sweet. It always surprised Y/n that someone so deadly and dangerous could have a craving for something so sweet.

He chuckles at the memory of Simon devouring their wedding cake alongside the twins who ate next to him. There wedding wasn’t anything huge, just them three and a witness or two but that was all.

Upon arriving to the store he makes sure to take a cart, going up and down the aisles in case he wishes to get anything else but snacks. He reached the alcohol isle and grins to himself. One drink wouldn’t hurt, right?

He hums softly to himself as he searched the shelves, looking for his own favorite drink. He makes sure to add Simons on the list too in case he wanted a small drink. It takes him a few minutes to find Simons.

“Bourbon…bourbon—Ah!” He mumbled under his breath until he finally finds the bottle, smiling in victory as he takes the bottle in hand, checking to make sure that it was the right one.

“Never thought of you as a bourbon type.”

Y/n furrows his brows, looking up from the bottle to come face to face with an old friend of his.

“Leon?” Y/n stares at him with wide eyes as Leon gives him a faint smile in return. “Y/n.” He says in return, getting a small laugh out of the other.

“What—how—what are you doing here, out of all places?” Y/n finally asks, too in shock to let out a proper question. He couldn’t stop staring at Leon, he’s changed so much. His blonde hair no longer blonde but a dark brunette color and his eyes were brighter. The man aged like fine wine due to his appearance looking the same when he was younger but with hints of maturity and a faint stubble on his face.

Y/n couldn't stop staring at the man standing before him that Leon’s words go through deaf ears.

“—Y/n?”

He’s finally pulled out of his thoughts and blinks his eyes. “I’m sorry, what?” He coughs out, blushing softly as he placed the bottle of alcohol in the cart he had with him.

“I asked if you were alright? You seemed a little out of it.” Said Leon.

“Sorry! It’s Just—It’s been awhile.” He admits with a faint chuckle escaping his lips, trying to focus his attention on anything else but Leon. It wasn’t until the older man eyed his cart and smirks. “Snacks and booze? Having a party or something?”

Y/n flushed and laughs. “Actually the snacks are for the twins, you remember the twins right?” He’s quick to ask, disregarding Leon’s second question. “How can I forget the twins, I remember when they first started school. Is Briar still causing you trouble?”

Y/n groans at the mention of his troublesome daughter. “Always.” He answers, taking the end of the cart in hand and pulling it behind him as he walks down the aisle, alongside Leon as the two did some shopping together. “Briar and Ren are fifteen.” He blurts out, getting a surprise look from Leon who scoffs.

“No way, I remember them being kids. Has it really been that long?”

Y/n nods his head. “Time goes by fast.” He states, warning a chuckle from Leon as the two approach the register, standing in line to check out their items. Y/n had looked into Leon’s basket, raising a brow at the amount of alcohol bottles he has.

“Is that all your getting?” He points out, causing leon to chuckle nervously. “Yeah…”

Y/n hums and decides to keep quiet, turning his attention back to his one items and makes sure that he got everything for the twins and Simon. The thought of missing anything could get him into trouble, the last time he forgot something he got a dramatic Briar and a whinny Ren to deal with until he finally got them their favorites snacks.

It wasn’t until he stepped up to the registrar to finally get his things scanned and paid for that Leon calls out his name before he exits the store.

“I was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner? That’s if your not busy.” Leon quickly says, getting Y/n’s attention who stared at Leon with wide eyes.

He knows that he shouldn’t accept the dinner date he already had plans to cook dinner for his kids and husband, but it’s been years since he’s last seen Leon. His friend his first partner, they were simply catching up what could go wrong?

“Sure.”

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“He’s taking forever.” Ren groans into the couch pillow, lying on his stomach as he continues to whine while Briar paced the room at a slow pace. She would glance out the window in hopes of her seeing Y/n’s return only to find nothing. Then she would look at the clock hanging on the wall.

“It’s been more than 30 minutes.” She mumbled.

“Be patient.” Simon finally speaks up from the couch, sitting on the far end next to Ren while the teen sulks into the pillows. “He told you two that you shouldn’t be eating too many snacks, perhaps this is his way of punishing you both and making you wait.”

Brair frowns at Simons words, doubting them. She knew her father well enough and she knew that area she lived in. The nearest grocery store was fifteen minutes away, she knew that her own father was someone who goes in to get what he needs and is out in seconds. He never took his time to check everything unless he had a long list of groceries to get.

“Something’s not right.” Briar finally says, getting Ren and Simons attention. “The store is close and he should have been back a few minutes ago.”

“Traffic?” Ren says with a shrug.

“No…” Briar tries to think over reasons as to why her father wasn’t home yet. Simon knew that she was overthinking the situation and comes to a stand, making his way over to the teen and placing a gentle hand on the top of her head. “Easy kid, Y/n will be back soon and if anything happened to him we would know.” Simon tried to reassure Briar but can still see the worry in her eyes.

Simon sighs. “How about we drive by to see if his car is still at the store?” Simons idea gets Briars attention, lightening Briar as she nods frantically.

“Go get your shoes. Both of you.” Simons instructs the twins as they quickly move to get some shoes on while Simon gets the keys to his own car, waiting outside for the twins as they rushed out of the house and into his car.

“Come on! Hurry up!” Briar exclaimed, getting an eye roll from Simon. “We are only doing a drive by, that is all.” He reminds the twins as he gets the car started and driving then towards the nearest store. Briar is bouncing on her seat, staring up ahead in hopes of seeing anything that could be causing her fathers delay while Ren sat in the back seat staring out the window.

It wasn’t until they stop at a red light that Ren speaks up. “Holy shit.”

“Language.” Said Simon while Briar turns around in her seat to face Ren. “What?” She takes notice of Ren staring out the window with wide eyes, frowning. “What are you looking at?” She finally turns to her own window, looking in the direction her brother was staring only to spot her father eating outside a fast food with another man. The two laughing together without a care.

Briars mouth is open in shock. Rens eyes are wide and Simon. Oh, Simon wasn’t someone who easily got jealous but the grip on the steering wheel caused his knuckles to go white, clearly upset about the situation but not saying anything about it. Before the twins could say anything the street light turns green, Simon hits the gas and drives off.

The twins sit in silence while Simon finds a longer way back home. The tension in the car gets the twins uncomfortable, feeling Simons anger and jealous radiate off his body. The twins felt like kids again who got yelled at for doing something wrong, getting their father really angry to the point where the car rides were full of silence and only tension. Even though the twins knew they weren’t in trouble they can’t help but feel like they were.

When they finally get home the twins both glance at each other, communicating in silence. Ren is the first to break the tension. “Maybe it’s a friend?” His voice is soft.

“Or he’s cheating.” Briar blurts out, blunt and honest.

Ren smacks her shoulder, glaring at his sister who glared back. “I’m only being honest,” She hissed out, rubbing her shoulder.

Simon is sitting in silence, listening to the kids bickering but is quick to shut them out. Simon wasn’t someone to get upset over stuff like this, he trusted Y/n. He married him, he wouldn’t throw everything away for someone else. Even though Simon and Y/n have been married for a few years he knows his partner well enough to communicate with him regarding anything and so far things have been going well.

Y/n would tell Simon everything that happens at work, let out his frustrations when he’s dealing with something hard. He tells Simon how he feels about curtain stuff without being afraid or embarrassed about it.

Simon couldn't say he was the same. He struggled at first when it comes towards talking about his feelings. He always kept everything bottled up. After Y/n came into his life he slowly started to learn.

“He’s not cheating.” He finally speaks up, startling the twins with his deep voice. “Y/n wouldn’t do that.” Simon adds, turning towards the twins and giving them a reassuring smile.

“Come on, let’s wait inside.”

His last words get the twins moving, jumping out of the car and rushing inside, jumping on the couch and fighting over the remote while Simon tossed his eyes on the coffee table and plops down between the twins, taking the remote from the two and deciding what to watch, getting a look of disbelief from the twins.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Y/n finally gets home, stumbling inside the house with bags in hand and sighing deeply. “I’m back!” He calls out, kicking the door shut.

He raises a brow in confusion when he doesn’t hear a greeting back. The twins usually come running to him when he comes back from the store but no one comes to him. “Kids?” He calls out, walking further into the house. “Simon?” He approached the living room where he finds both Briar and Ren, sitting side by side with arms crossed while narrowing their eyes.

“Uh, I’m back?” Y/n says again a bit concerned by the twins attitude as they watched him.

“You’re late.” Said Ren.

“Yeah, thats because I was getting your snacks.” Said Y/n as he walks over to the kitchen, to set the bag of snacks on the counter, taking it out of the bag. “Getting snacks should only take a few minutes you were gone for an hour.” Briar says this time, getting off the couch and walking to the kitchen, following her dad around as he puts the snacks away.

“So? I was taking my time.” Y/n shrugs his shoulders. The twins are slowly getting irritated and it’s Ren who blurts out the question they really wanted to know the answer too. “Are you going to divorce Simon?”

Y/n’s eyes widen, whipping his head to face the twins properly. “What—? What makes you think that?!”

“We saw you…you were having dinner with some guy and you seemed pretty happy.” Said Briar, shrugging a shoulder as she lowers her gaze. Briar could be loud and blunt but the subject of Y/n and Simon possibly divorcing set her into a panic where she shuts down, closing up and becoming afraid.

Y/n had noticed this when raising the twins on his own before Simon came into the picture. He’s quick to shake his head, approaching the twins and pulling them into hugs. “God no—I could never leave Simon and I would never ask for a divorce, do you know how long it took me to finally find someone who actually cares for me and you two? Because I’m not throwing that away.” He shakes his head.

Ren lifts up his head from Y/n chest. “Then who was the guy you were having dinner with?”

Y/n lets out a soft chuckle. “He’s—well, he was an ex of mine but, what we had back then wasn’t serious it only lasted a few weeks before we decided to remain friends. I haven’t seen him in years and I was simply catching up, nothing else.” He explains to the twins.

“You guys met him once!”

“We did?” The twins said in unison, confusion written on their faces as Y/n rolls his eyes. “Yeah, when you were seven years old. His name is Leon Kennedy? Tall blonde hair, blue eyes—?”

Briar is the first to gasp, pulling away from her dad. “The really hot cop?!”

“He’s in his thirties and not a cop anymore.”

“But he’s still hot?” Briar questions with a mischievous grin on her face while wiggling her brows. Y/n sighs deeply, knowing that his daughter was going to force him to admit that Leon was still good looking.

“Yes, he’s still attractive but, I love Simon more. He’s—“ Y/n looks up from the twins to see Simon standing near the stairway, leaning against the wall as he grins. Clearly the man had heard everything, listening into their conversation as Y/n gives off a soft smile before looking back at the twins. “Simon has the muscles and strong—God, the way his hands wrap around—“

“Ah! Stop no more!” Ren shouts, covering his ears as Briar faked a gag, looking at her dad in disgust. “No details!” She shouted too. The twins growing dramatic while Simon approached the twins and Y/n, smiling at his husband as he wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him into a deep kiss, Y/n wrapping his arms around his neck as he deepens it.

The twins scream in horror at the sight of their parents making out, running out of the kitchen and upstairs. “Get a room!” Ren shouted, causing the two to break apart from the kiss and laugh.

“Oh, we have one.” Y/n smirks at Simon.

𝐼𝒩 𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸 (𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝐹𝐿𝒪𝒲𝐸𝑅𝒮 𝐹𝒜𝒞𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝒰𝒩)— leon s. kennedy x male reader

w.c: ~5.2k

warning: pwp ( porn with plot ), jealousy, exes-to-lovers, oral, phone sex ( ? ), softdomtop!leon, subbottom!reader, re2r leon, dirtytalk, praise/degradation, spanking, fingering, amab reader, light feminization, riding, blowjobs, creampie, leon’s big but doesn’t know it, finger-sucking, finger-hooking, set after re2r n before re4r, krauser mentions, mentions of alcohol, throatpie, d/s dynamic, unprotected sex ( wear condoms! ), aftercare ! ♡

sonny says..: the urge to add a daddy kink to this was so. so very!! strong . had to stay focused.. this is already.. sovery.. self indulgent..

Confronting him was the hard part. It’d been a while since you’d seen Leon, your ex-boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing. It was him, you know now— you’ve always known — but you weren’t sure you had the heart to face him. It was you who ended it after all, you who’d sent him down a heartbreak and alcohol induced rabbit hole that could only be documented briefly through a few voicemails and delivered texts. Even after traveling all this way, burning your cash like it grew on trees, trudging through the rainy streets of this random city, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was the right decision.

You couldn’t take it. The voicemails, the messages, the audio messages full of incoherent sobs and pleads. Being away from him, the same man who’d left you jumping for joy. The same man who’d lit sparks in your chest and released butterflies in your stomach. The same man who’d smile at you in the dead of night, genuine and bright, as he told you he’d loved you a million times over. Leon, whose hands were soft and warm on your skin, so gentle and patient. Like no one you’ve ever met, your heart squeezes in your chest. Leon, Leon, Leon.

Was this out of line?

But it’s too late to turn back now, because your hand is curling into a tight fist as you knock on the fourth motel door all night. Once, twice, three times. You’re ready to back out, to run before whoever’s residing here can open the door and, most likely, slam the door in your face with a distasteful choice of words.

But the door opens.

“There’s an extra. . . Uh, umbrella by the mailbox. Looks like you could use it!” He starts, eyes sparkling despite the dim lighting and narrowed space they’re peeking from. It sounds almost rehearsed, like you’re not the first person to knock on his door tonight. And, for a reason you know all too well, the thought stings.

His eyelashes are just as long as you remember them, curled upward and batting against the thin layer of baby-fat adorning his cheeks in a way that looks dreamy and slow. Like he’s relaxed, or perhaps tired. Nonetheless, his pretty, round eyes are undeniably his and hard to miss, you find yourself at a loss for words. You’re lost in the deep pools of blue, bleeding indigo and inky black of his irises matching the recently done-over roadways in a way that feels just as fresh.

Leon looks reminiscent of a puppy, though he always has, with his thick brown eyebrows pinched at each beginning in a way that can only mimic confusion. Or concentration, even. Almost as if it’s detrimental to him that you know there’s an umbrella there for you, for anyone, who needs it. That it’s important you know— with him around— you’ll be safe. He’s barely changed since you’d last seen him in person, the moles on his cheeks and throat unmoved, soft tufts of brown hair swept to the side as normal, and pink, plump lips that curl upward in a way that’s so comforting you could cry. Leon, your Leon, who smiles warmly, lips pulled into a sweet and inviting grin as the apples of his cheeks round out. Your eyes travel to the dimple dead center of his chin, prominent and defining. The perfect place to slot your thumb, really, to hold his chin and lose yourself in his azure eyes.

Even with the pitter patter of rain soaking into your already soaked clothes, this is the warmest you’ve ever felt in the last few months. His presence keeps you warm. Kept you warm.

“Leon.” It’s all you can say, breathless as the air is snatched from your lungs and excuses die on your tongue. What could you even say? Sure, you’d practiced it all in your head before arriving— I’m sorry, I miss you, what happened to us? It’s all easier to piece together in your head in contrast to actually saying it.

There’s a routinely lean against the doorframe as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, and he’s truly looking at you now, opposed to the clear umbrella sat taut beneath his motel’s mailbox. With a flash of lightning he blinks, freckle and mole dusted cheeks set alight for just a mere second as his breath is caught in his closing throat.

“Oh. . . It’s you,” His sharp adam’s apple bobs with an even sharper swallow, and his pinched eyebrows go lax for a brief moment before tightening back up. “. . .Okay. Hi.”

“Hi, Lee.” You mimic, awkwardly shifting to the side. Still in his casual clothes, you presume, Leon looks comfortable as he sports baggy, blue jeans and a white tank top. Almost too comfortable, the fabric straining against his chest and only ever relaxing the closer it delves by his armpits, flowing despite being trapped beneath his wide ribcage and thick biceps. There’s a heavy vein cascading around it, disappearing under his skin only to reappear by his forearms and soft hands. With pink dusted fingertips, one hand is closed around the gold doorknob of his motel room.

You expect him to close it in your face. To slam the door after telling you to leave, with anger painting his soft, pretty features until they’ve hardened into cold stone. But he doesn’t. Instead, he’s opening it a bit wider, no longer leaning on the doorframe as he extends an arm to fully open the door. To fully see you, and you swear his posture is much more relaxed after his gaze has focused on your face.

“You look,” His gaze flickers from your lips to your eyes, and suddenly you’re failing to form vowels on your tongue. Either way you continue, “You look good,” stiffening as you gesture toward his general direction. “You always do. Anyway. . .”

“Thanks,” He’s much too sweet for your liking, smiling at you like you hadn’t broken his heart just a few months prior. His voice is breathy with upcoming laughter as he steps to the side and invites you in. “You too. Y’know, without the rain.”

You’re in over your head, shuffling inside the dimly lit room with heavy steps. The front door opens directly to the small living-room, a small carton of Chinese takeout resting beside a hearty sized weight on the coffee table. What now? You came into this hoping he’d yell at you— maybe give you a reason to turn around and never look back. But he’s not, he’s inviting you in like. . . Like an old friend. The door is shut and locked with a small click, Leon’s form moving from behind you with his large hand ghosting over your lower back.

A shockwave travels up your spine when his palm makes contact with your waist, only for a brief moment. You can’t think straight, watching the muscles in his back ripple and writhe through his shirt. Chocolate tufts of hair rest at the nape of his neck, short and soft. It’s like you were running your fingers through them just a week ago, blades of freshly trimmed hair tickling your fingertips. Right there, he’s so right there, but almost completely out of reach.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all you can say, over and over, until your nose begins to sting and your eyes grow glassy. Then it’s Leon’s turn to look apologetic, hair swaying as he fully turns to face you. Really, he has nothing to be sorry for. You’re so incredibly selfish.

“I can’t,” He pauses to take a breath, and you feel your heart splitting in two. But his tone is soft and warm, tilting with breathy and almost bitter laughter. “I can’t stay mad at you. And believe me, I tried.”

So he’s willing to talk about it. Your face visibly lights up before you can do anything to mask it, every word you’ve been trying to conjure up suddenly speeding past your tongue, “I want us to talk ab—”

“So,” Leon’s face contorts into something forlorn, like he’s weaving unsavory words together in his head. Words he’s never imagined himself saying. “Does he. . . Does he, uh, fuck you good?”

Huh.

“What?” The question falls flat and sour on your tongue, much more like a blank statement than a question. You’re not sure who ‘he’ is, let alone what led to the question in general, but you’re not exactly given much time to think about it either. The brunette steps forward, wide shoulders shifting with a heavy, clothed stride. His freshly bitten lips are released from his pearly teeth, plump and glossy. Closer now, Leon still smells reminiscent of woodsy lavender and minty mouthwash. Despite how faint it lingers in the air, it somehow manages to overwhelm your senses. He smells like home.

He doesn’t miss a beat this time, long eyelashes splayed out on his cheek as he stares down at your lips, eyebrows furrowed.

“Does he?” His head tilts to the side, questioning. You’d take it as an innocent question had it not been for his lips, pulled into a tight line that reeks of jealousy. His eyes have hardened, baby blue to gunmetal gray. His shoulders relax when you shake your head, hands suddenly restless by your side. “Use your words.”

It’s usually accompanied by a ‘please?’ or ‘for me?’

A whimper leaves your lips, soft and sweet and completely unwarranted. He softens.

“I know you can do it for me,” His eye contact is dangerous, relentless as he watches you stumble over your own whimpers and words. “Can’t you?”

“No,” You swallow hard, letting the brunette trap you in his heat. There is no ‘ he ’, no one taking Leon’s rightfully earned place by your side— whether it be in bed or not. That’s why you’ve come all this way, after all. But you play along anyway, desperate to be good. For Leon. “Not like you do, Lee.”

You’re whining now, tears bubbling in your eyes for so many reasons you can’t put together. Ultimately because you need him, because you feel bad for needing him— because maybe you don’t deserve the luxury of needing him. Apologies tumble into a tight ball of hiccups and sobs, and it’s only the thumbs rubbing away your tears that bring you back. Maybe you’re apologizing for fucking someone you haven’t, lost in the role he’s given you.

“I’m just glad to see you. Glad you’re here.” There’s so much he means to tell you, so much you haven’t heard. Raccoon city, the training program he’s been recruited into, why he’s even here in the first place. Sure, maybe he’s much too forgiving. But it’s you. And he’s not letting go again. But there’s more to it, there’s more you need. Venturing out here on your own, probably without letting anyone know, you’re reckless. Acting without thinking, and he can’t have that. He can’t turn you down, not when you’re so clearly in need of a gentle, guiding hand. Not when he misses you. Leon cuts off your apologies with a small kiss, gentle and sweet enough to have you chasing after his lips when he pulls away.

Your voice sounds needy and saccharine sweet as you lean forward, breathing in his airy scent with a wispy, “Leon. . .”

“What do you want, baby?” The nickname slips before he can catch it, but you don’t seem to mind. “What is it?”

“Want. . I want you.”

“But I’m right here? His laugh is genuine this time, lips splitting into a smile as his thumb rubs smooth circles across your cheekbone. “You have me.”

His hands are on you now, giving your body small squeezes of affirmation. Leon’s much bigger than he carries himself— big hands, wide shoulders, thick thighs, sturdy chest, heavy cock. Big all over, really, despite the way he’s able to run around and disappear like it’s nothing— despite how quickly he carries himself.

The thought as you reeling, choking on a sob that earns an immediate coo in response. There’s just so much, and it’s all piling up. But Leon’s here, he’s here like he always has been, he’s here to make it better. He’s always been so good at that. He takes you out of your head, turns it into mush while you float on a cloud and beg for more of. . . Well, you’re not too sure. But you know he can feel you throbbing against his thigh, hard and needy as he shakes his head with faux disapproval.

“That your phone in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?” It’s a stupid joke you both know the answer to, so he doesn’t waste any time laughing over it. You’re nodding anyway, bobbing your head up and down with wet eyelashes— you already look so ruined.

You’re wearing too much clothes, soaked and dripping onto his floor in a way that has the man grimacing as he peels it from your body. You’re much colder than you thought, too, goosebumps trailing down your skin as his big hands rub warm, soothing shapes into your forearm. Lee’s always been like that, the type to offer up his jacket on a rainy day, the type to give you his coat on a snowy one. And you know, undoubtedly, you’d do the very same for him.

“He couldn’t reach those spots, could he?” The question is emphasized by a hearty squeeze to your behind, Leon’s hands dipping beneath your wet pants slipping under the band of your briefs to knead the plump mound of your ass. He’s grabbing handfuls, squishing the skin between fingers and spreading you apart. “Not like I can, huh? Not deep enough?”

With a soft moan you’re discarded of your pants, fists curled into the crisp white of Leon’s wifebeater. You’ll take anything he gives you and love it, but it’s you who should be apologizing. You who should feel the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue. You want the head slipping and sliding down your throat, you want your face streaked in tears and snot by the time he’s done it’s you.

Oh, how you’ve missed this. Leon’s cock is thick and sticky, pre beading at the pretty, pink tip and dripping down it’s fat head. You watch it drip, slow and shiny as it trails down his pulsing shaft. Weeping, his cock twitches with each open breath you blow against it, jumping as his balls tighten. They’re pretty and round, symmetrical on both sides, but not nearly as pretty as his shaft. Thick and curving upwards past his belly button, Leon’s cock has a sensitive vein you want to run your tongue over, trailing up from his balls to the tip, collecting the sticky precum as it falls down into your mouth.

“Pleasepleaseplease…” You trail off, eyes focused solely on the pretty, shiny head of his dick.

“Don’t need to beg, I’ll give it to you. All you want,” You stick out your tongue, cute and pink as you’re ready to suckle along the head of his cock, but instead you’re met with the warmth of his big hand gripping your jaw. His thumb latches onto your bottom lip, rubbing the soft skin as he blinks down at you, his voice smooth and buttery as he commands, “Slow and steady.”

The tip is smeared along your lips, slowly tracing your cupid's bow and bottom lip until a thin layer of pre has them glazed over and sticky. Your lips part, carrying a thin trail between them, as you finally take his cock into your mouth. He’s salty and somewhat bitter, spreading heavy along your tongue, and you can’t help but swallow around the head. His thighs tense, muscles flexing and rippling as his twitching hand finds the back of your head.

“So. . . so wet,” He’s gasping before you can fully take in the stretch of his cock, hips twisting as his eyes flutter closed. It’s been a while, you can tell, with the way they’re clenched tight and his hand is morphing into a fist full of your hair. Your spit bubbles and pools around his cock, slick and wet, sliding between the seams of your lips and dripping down your throat, down your sternum. “Those. . noises. And you’re so.. cute.”

He offers a sharp thrust that has him disappearing down your tight throat, squeezing just right along his twitching shaft. Your jaw aches the further he’s pushed inside, until your nose is buried in his trimmed, gingerbread pubes. It’s obvious he’s trying to be gentle, with the way he lets out a hushed apology for fucking your throat so deep, with the way he’s whining out a constant stream of “You’re such a good boy.”

Praise. He’s so good at it, it’s got you absentmindedly drooling and gagging on his dick. You’re eager to drag out more, running your tongue along his big, veiny cock until Leon’s throwing his head back— adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out a pleased moan. His cock is filling your empty mouth, using you like some sort of pre-lubed fleshlight with his balls slapping against your chin in wet plaps. Collecting drool, it froths between your lips and his cock, bubbly and white until it’s being rubbed along your cheeks.

“That’s it, good boy, just a little more. . .”

Gasping on his cock, Leon’s hand keeps you buried against his pubes until your throat is squeezing and contracting, milking his cock and wrapped plush around the thick head. You can feel it, each twitch and throb of his heavy cock, even when he’s cumming down your throat, sticky and thick ropes shooting down your tongue and sticking to the roof of your mouth. You want to show him. You’re marked for good, offering a few hollow sucks to his spasming cock before pulling off.

“Oh, baby,” Leon’s voice is just as hoarse as your own, eyes following the display of cum resting hot and sticky on your tongue. “Think you can do something for me?”

He leads you up with a gentle hand, wrapped around your throat until you’re sat taut in his lap, thighs on each side of his waist. Leon’s hands are impeccably soft, even as he’s pushing them past your lips and spreading the saltiness of them along your tongue with a gentle, “suck.” You’re eager to please, taking the warm digits in your mouth and separating them with your tongue. The squelches in return are loud and wet, a mixture of cum and drool leaving between the gaps of his fingers and your lips. Your eyelids feel heavy, brain foggy as he pushes them deeper into your mouth, just enough to have you gagging softly.

Then they’re gone.

In his own mouth now, he’s tasting remnants of his cum and pulling off his fingertips with a wet ‘pop!’while his free hand digs for the vanilla lube hidden somewhere in the couch.

“You’re gonna bounce on my fingers like a good boy,” both hands are at your briefs, tugging them down until there’s a loud ripping sound. Your eyes jet between Leon’s wide eyes and your tattered underwear, surprised. You’re not sure if he meant to do that, but it doesn’t matter, because your cock springs to life and jumps against your tummy. “Then my good boy’s gonna take it in his pussy. Okay?”

The question is barely registered but you’re nodding anyway, melting in the brunette’s strong embrace. His hands spread you open, one playing with the squishy flesh of your bum while the other’s slick fingers circle around your puckered entrance. With a wet ‘squilck’ the first finger is in, impossibly deep and hot as your gooey hole sucks it in further. You just can’t get enough, rocking your hips down to the last knuckle and grinding your cock against his own. There’s a sharp smack to your ass, the skin rippling under Leon’s quick palm as he groans, “Hnnh, so noisy n’ I barely started.”

His fingers have always been able to reach deeper than your own, sweet and tantalizing along your prostate as he finds it like he knows it, pressing and pressing and pressing until you’re seeing stars. He adds another, two in total, that slip past your velvety opening with almost no resistance. Usually you’d have to take a third, maybe, but he wants you to really feel it.

“Shh, sh. You hear it?” There’s another swat, stinging and loud as it hits the same exact spot. Your back arches beautifully, his fingers jolting deeper. You're quick to shake your head. “The dirty noises your hole’s makin’ while it takes my fingers?”

You’ll never get used to Leon’s cute face sputtering out such filthy words, it’s like whiplash. And you’re not entirely sure what he’s talking about, it’s hard to hear over the fog and sounds of your own babbling, but you can hear yourself answering anyway, “S’cause you fuck me so good.”

“Think it’ll be just as loud on my cock?”

“Even louder.” You whine, head falling forward into his thick shoulder as the head of his cock traces your slick, soft rim. There’s a cold trickle behind you, loud and squeaky— it’s more lube, enough to coat his cock, your ass, and then some. Enough to have the head of his cock catching on your entrance every time he slides it along your crack. There’s a soft kiss to your cheek, and a free hand creeps up your back to hold you there by the back of your head. You’re turning into a puddle, whining into the shell of Leon’s ear as his dick slides its first inch inside.

Your hole is so tiny. Even after being stretched full of his fingers, you’re gripping his cock like a vice. There’s a tiny, thin band where his head disappears into your warm hole, stretching and shining and sucking his dick further inside. You’re just so tight, sticky and inviting insides that feel like velvet around his thick, throbbing cock. Even as he tries to go slow, sucking in a sharp intake of breath through his teeth, Leon can’t get enough. His cheeks are flushed, deepening and blooming down his neck as he grips the globes of your ass and spreads them apart wide. Cold air runs along your hole, chilly enough to have you whining.

“F-hu-uuck, so tight,” He gasps, blinking rapidly as he watches your face fall into something floaty and, if he’s honest, cockdrunk. Twitching around him so much, you’re milking his cock for all it's got despite him barely being buried completely inside. Part of him wants to keep you on his tip, slipping it in and out your cute entrance until he’s shooting between the spheres of your ass, getting you sticky and hot with his cum. Marking you. “God, hhm, your pussy’s quivering around me so good…”

“Lee. . Leon, I can’t, want it so bad but I can’t. . .” You definitely can— in fact, you have. But he’s just so big, splitting you in two and whiting your brain out.

“Too much? Oh—haah— poor baby. Want me to stop?” He stills his hips, a breathless smile forming on his face when you try to take the reins. You lace your fingers with his own, squeezing hard as you rock your hips back and forth. “No? Then take it for me.”

Take it you do. Your body jerks as he fucks up into you, balls slapping against your ass and cock sliding against your prostate as sloppy, shallow sounds of your poor, drenched hole fill the room. Leon’s hair sticks to his forehead, stringy and disheveled as he whispers into your skin, grabbing handful after handful of your backside.

Beside you, his phone rings.

Leon nearly jumps out of his own skin, patting around the sofa to find his cell— trapped beneath a cushion. You don’t have time to read the Caller ID, something that begins with a ‘K’, but it’s clear he’s going to decline it. With the way he doesn’t spare a glance at you until after he’s got it in hand, and—

“Leon Kennedy.” His grip on your hips is enough to bruise, rocking your body down against his own. You can’t help but gasp, your thoughts spinning like clockwork in your head until your brain has gone light and airy like sugary, sweet cotton candy. All you can do is tighten around his dick, show Leon how much better you are than whoever’s on the phone. You can be good, you’re a good boy.

And you must’ve said it out loud, because he’s decided to busy your mouth with thick, sticky fingers. Even then, your voice isn’t nearly as loud as the wet squelching and slapping of skin against skin, his cock sliding in and out your puffy hole as lube gushes out around his dick in white ringlets. Like you’ve creamed on his cock, and if he looks close enough he can see it slip back inside with each thrust. You really are a good boy.

His fingers are hooked in your mouth, drawing pathetic sounds out of you until your eyes roll back into your skull and you can’t stop bouncing. Your thighs ache and burn but you want it so bad, your neglected cock stuttering along with your hips as he’s pushed deeper and deeper with every small ‘uh-huh!’ that leaves your lips.

“Yeah, that’s right,” He says into the phone, but it sounds more reserved for you. “Ah, yes sir. This job was. . . Christ, it was made for me!” He pulls the phone away for a brief moment. “This ass was made for me.”

His eyes are trained on you as he shoves his phone between his shoulder and ear, both hands on your hips to raise you on and off his cock. Your lip is bitten raw between your teeth, and you don’t realize he’s coaxing it free until he’s speaking, “Let ‘em hear who you belong to. Who’s that?”

“You! You, Leon. Leon.” Like a prayer, his name comes out slurred and crackly. An uninterrupted stream of titles and nicknames reserved just for him, your nails claw at his muscled back.

“That’s right, you’re mine,” There’s a hard, choppy thrust forward as he releases a hand to wrap it around your sensitive, weeping cock, “And this cock? This hole? Mine too.”

“Yeah, yeah, yours,” Clamping down on his shaft, your hand finds the small gap where his cock reappears. Your fingertips trace it, completely soaked but enough to have his balls tightening. “And you’re mine.”

“Fuckfuckfuck,” His phone falls to his side, hushed whines leaving the brunette’s strawberry lips. “All yours, whenever you want. Got that? My good boy gets to have his cock whenever he wants.”

His hand is fast and slick, his thumb running over your slit every so often just to watch the way your body convulses in response. But Leon’s sweet, he’s always been sweet to you, sweet enough to twist his fist the closer it gets to the tip. Sweet enough to tighten the grip he has around you when he gets to the base— when he can feel you’re about to cum.

“Oh, please!” With a dry sob you’re tugging at his wrist, wriggling your hips and falling back into his thick cock. “Wanna cum, Lee. Please let me cum, please.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t tap out now. You can cum for me when I say so, okay?” Your begging goes straight to his dick, pulsating and bullying the small bundle of nerves nestled in the heart shape of your ass. You can’t stop crying, handsome face covered in tears as you ride out the everlasting stretch of his cock forcing you open, just to leave you empty. Again, again, again.

You feel like molten lava, silky and warm as wet spurts of lube catch between the skin of your ass and his pelvis. He can’t take it, just as wrecked as you are when he feels his balls go rigid and impossibly full— he needs to claim you. Now.

His cum is warm— so thick and filling when he shoots right against your prostate. You’ve never felt more full in your life, your thighs lightly squeezing together in his lap as he releases your cock with one, two, three strokes. Your voice doesn’t sound like your own, loud squeals and cries of ‘Leon!’ as your cock twitches and pulses— cum leaking down his fingers as it catches along his fist. And he could be cruel, continuing to pump your cock past its limits. But instead he gauges your reaction with a few slow, experimental tugs— pulling away when your thighs start to shake a little too much.

“One more request for you, sweetheart.” He raises his hand, a slow drip of your own cum landing on his tummy. His hand is brought to your mouth, and Leon watches with an adoring coo as you lick it clean. It’s obvious you’re trying to stay present, trying not to sink too far deep into that sweet, mellow headspace he’s put you in.

“Thank you.” He says, though you’re much too tired to figure out just what he’s thanking you for. Leon pulls you off his cock despite your absentminded protests, blowing air through protruding cheeks when your rim is reluctant to let go.

“Mhm.” Your tongue is thick like molasses, eyes slowly blinking as you’re moved to sit beside him.

“Can I see, please?” He’s already maneuvering you onto your back and spreading your legs wide by your thighs and ankles, yet his pretty eyes flicker up to meet your face, almost as if he’s actually asking. They drastically brighten when you offer a tiny, well-fucked nod. His hands spread you open, watching his cum dribble from your used hole in collective globs. Makes you feel small and properly kept, you prop yourself up on your elbows as your pretty hole clenches around air.

Leon closes his eyes like he’s trying not to cream his (metaphorical) pants all over again, his thumb rubbing a sizable glob into your skin. Your legs close around his hand, holding him still as you whine.

“I know, I know. I’ll be gentle.” There’s a sweet, simple kiss placed to the back of your thigh before Leon stands, disappearing into what your lidded eyes can’t quite make out. But you know you’re whining, something about a ‘sorry’ or an ‘I made a mistake’ before his big, warm hands are back to hold onto your own.

Something wet and dripping— a cloth, is rubbed into your skin, slow and tender and later replaced by sprinkled kisses.

“Can I. . . stay, Lee?” You want to wince at the sound of your own voice, but you don’t think you have the energy to do so yet. You’re being pulled into his arms, sturdy and comforting— even with the faint smell of sex and musk damp on his skin.

“You’d be crazy to think I’m letting you go again.”

Bottom! Leon S. Kennedy x Top! Male Reader

Summary: Leon had been caught off guard and got hurt in the process. Running out of supplies, you come across the merchant who offers a questionable solution which you take in an effort to Leon. Later on, he notices something rather wet staining his shirt. Coming from his nipples.

words: 2.3k

warnings: male lactation, praising, frottage, hand jobs

Heavy footsteps echoed behind you as you frantically scanned the area for any temporary shelter. Your eyes landed on a dilapidated home in the near distance that looked good enough to barricade. Determination set across your face, you adjusted your hold on the blonde man next to your waist and rushed forwards, until a familiar gravely voice rang out to you.

“Hey there stranger, got a couple of goodies in stock. C’mere and take a look” the shadowy man called, signaling over to his makeshift booth.

“Now’s not the time, I’ll come back later if I can. There’s a whole swarm behind me, I suggest that you leave.” You warned, sounds of angry grumbling and footsteps slowly approaching. The man laughed and opened up his trench coat, revealing a series of ammo, guns, bombs, and a mysterious red liquid vial.

“C’mon now, how do ya expect to protect the lad on yer shoulder if ya ain’t got the gear or the fixing’s?” The merchant asked, eyeing the unconscious blonde man whose breathing turned ragged, quiet groans slipping out. Your mind started racing as you recalled your dwindling supply of herbs and the last few shots that were left in your gun, firing so many at the villagers behind that just seemed never ending.

The merchant sensing your conflict chirped up “Since you’ve been a rather generous paying customer, I’ll give this to yer for free,” grabbing the small red vial from his pocket into the air for you to take. You eyed it suspiciously as he had never had this in stock during your sudden run-ins with each other and asked for a description.

“It’s an experimental drug of mine that I’ve been whiffing up, guaranteed to heal major wounds. It ain’t gonna kill ya if that’s whatcha worried about, heheh.” You eyed it some more before, a loud whine came from your side. As the man began jerking in pain, holding onto his side with a piece of cloth, a slight hint of blood shining. Earlier, he had made the mistake of letting his guard down at an old villager that jabbed a pitchfork at him, you axed the grandma in the head for that. Pocketing the vial, you threw out a handful of Pesetas, pointing at some ammo and few grenades since no herbs were available.

The merchant happily gave them out to you, scooping up the money before nodding at you. “Pleasure doing business stranger, wish yer all the best.” Disappearing into the woods soon after, forging for supplies to sell at the next encounter. You readjust your hold and resumed a fast pace to the for-mentioned home.

Reaching at the entrance, you swung it open and scanned around the room. It was a bit shabby, but so were all the homes in this insane village. The floors were slightly cracked along with walls, there were a few pieces of furniture that still seemed functional and a decent looking bed sat in the corner. Dropping him off at the bed, you went to the side of the door and grabbed the wardrobe, pushing it in-front of the door. You closed the window next to the bed using a piece of wood on the floor, hammering it shut with some nails. Though you were tempted to light the furnace for some heat, it would draw unwanted attention which was the last thing you wanted right now.

Soft groaning could be heard from the bed at your side as you put down the hammer on a dresser, rushing to the man’s side. Leon’s face was scrunched up in pain from the stab wound, still slowly leaking blood. You lifted his head into your arms, gently shushing him and dug your hands into your pocket for the vial. “Hey, it’s alright Leon, I’ve got you okay? Just hang on for me love.” You bit at the cork sealing the vial - spitting it in some corner and brought it to Leon’s mouth. “Open up darling, this will help the pain… I hope” You whispered, tilting it up as the liquid creeped into his mouth.

The taste wasn’t ideal, but it held a soft cherry taste with a bit of a burn which led to a heaved cough. “You did good Leon, always good for me” You praised, caressing the side of his face watching as his complexion became better thanks to the drug, noting to give a nice tip for the merchant later.

You moved to the wall facing the bed and rearranged your positions with his chest in your lap, head cradled in your arms. You stilled, hearing the sounds of multiple footsteps outside the boarded window, torch light creeping at the corners. The villagers growled and lingered around the house before taking off at the sound of a distant noise, yelling along the way.

Letting out a relaxed breath that you didn’t realize you were holding, glanced down at the man in your arms and ran your hand in his hair. “I won’t let them near you, so take a nice nap for me.” You whispered, kissing the top of his head. Leon cuddled closer to you, breathing finally stabilized and the wound seemingly disappeared. You smiled and drummed your fingers on his chest, keeping watch over the sleeping man.

Sometime later, Leon groggily woke up with a slight hint of red dusting his cheeks. “Ugh, I feel like I was stabbed by something.” He grumbled, rubbing his hand on his head. You chuckled, lifting his head up to peck his lips, “That’s cause you were, got a free drug thing from the merchant while we were coming here.”

Leon gave you an incredulous look.

“You gave me some random drug from the merchant? Much less free?”

You nervously smiled, playing with a curl in his hair, “He said it wouldn’t kill you, plus there isn’t enough herbs that could’ve helped.” Leon raised his head slightly, squinting at your face as you continued, “On the bright side it worked didn’t it?”

He sighed, falling back to your arms and closed his eyes. “Is there also a reason why my chest is wet?” he muttered, turning to face you. A confused look crossed your face as you looked down at the wet spots donning his shirt around the nipples. “Well he did say it was experimental…” You muttered, lifting a hand to squeeze the pec. A low moan escaped from Leon, slapping a hand on his mouth before batting your hand away.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He hissed, more liquid staining his shirt.

“Examining your chest, now if you would kindly cooperate with me agent” You said, tugging at the straps for him to help remove. Leon reluctantly sits up to straddle your thighs and removes the holster, tugging up at his shirt to reveal two puffy nipples that dripped with white substance and a much rounder chest than usual. Grinning at the embarrassed look he gave you. “The assessment won’t take long now, be good until then.”

Leon quietly grumbled as you moved closer to his chest, grabbing at his pec once again — giving it a good squeeze. Leon let out a choked moan at the action and unknowingly pressed his chest closer to your palm. The sounds he made as you gently massaged the right swollen pec went straight to your dick which made you even more curious…

You latched onto his left nipple and sucked, relishing at the savory taste that flowed in your mouth, letting out a pleased groan. Sensing slight relief from his chest, whined and locked his fingers in your hair - pulling you closer before feeling your hard dick against his own.

“You- you’re enjoying this” He said, face flushed.

You released the puffy nipple with a soft pop, flicking your tongue to catch any remaining drops. Grinning up at him.

“We’ve gotta make the best out of this situation and I’m willing to take the fall” You said, licking your lips. “Besides, you seem to be enjoying this just as much as me.” Leon, embarrassed, looks away before straightening his back and jutting out his chest. “Then hurry up… don’t just stare, do something.” He refused to admit that he found you feeding from him rather hot and boner inducing, as the grip on your hair got tighter. The thought of you fucking him while suckling milk from his teats spurring him on, whimpering at the the idea.

“With pleasure, love.” You chuckled, leaning in to resume your suckling at the nub, flavor bursting in your mouth. Leon threw his head back moaning, rolling his hips against yours, cock straining painfully in his pants. You could feel your head getting fuzzy, switching to the right nipple when you couldn’t suckle anymore milk while returning the man’s eager grinding with your own rocking.

The taste was absolutely heavenly and you could definitely get addicted to the taste, perhaps already so as you pulled more into your mouth, cock leaking in your pants. Leon whines were a mixture of relief and want, begging for more friction.

“Please, I-I need more, fuck please touch me,” He begged, humping helplessly on your crotch.

You dug your hands into his pants blindly going as you refused to leave his chest, fumbling to unbuckle his belt. Slipping a hand passed his underwear, pulling it down to free his leaking cock, doing the same for your own matching prick. Bringing them together with one hand, you set a rather fast pace — using the pre cum as lube.

Leon sobbed at the feeling, squirming as he could feel himself nearing his orgasm. Your hold on hips got stronger, thrusting faster and more slippery as you neared yourself as well. There were a few drops of milk left that you savored, swirling your tongue around the bud hoping to ease more out, releasing the sensitive areola when you couldn’t pull anymore.

You settled for kissing and marking his chest, focusing on drawing out more noises from the blonde. Who whined, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. “More, ah- I’m close.. mhpm, please keep going.” He cried , losing himself more in the pleasure. You moved from his chest to his neck, trailing up to his jaw before attacking his lips, devouring his moans.

He could taste himself in your mouth, finding it odd, but it didn’t stop him from fucking your hand more. You felt yourself nearing eruption and wrapped your hand tighter, moving to whisper into his ear, “My good boy, waiting for me. You can cum love.”

Leon let out a broken moan, spilling into your hand and onto his torso, cock twitching as he lightly humped your hand. You followed soon after, mixing your release with his — cum trailing down your hand. Chest heaving, Leon draped himself over you, head resting at your shoulder. You kissed his nape as you wiped the cum on the sheets, tucking yourself and him back in your pants.

Running circles on his back, waiting for his breathing to stabilize before speaking. “We have to keep moving, love. They’ll be back with possibly more.”

Leon sighed, nuzzling your neck before moving to stand, fixing his shirt and putting his holster back on. “Well let’s get moving then, the sooner the better I guess,” he grumbled.

You followed after him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing the back of his neck as a silent apology. He turned to kiss you properly before breaking and going to push the wardrobe blocking the door.

Carefully making your way outside, you traversed through the village and onto a beaten down log path in the woods. Coming up to the entrance of a desolate church, killing a few villagers as you made your way further in. In the distance there was a fickle purple flame that grew brighter as you got closer.

“‘Ello strangers, good to see ya.” The merchant greeted, eyeing the now conscious blonde. “Glad to see you’re still kicking, last I seen ya, you were as sick as a dog. Good to see the puppy back at full health heheh.”

“Very funny, now do you want to do some business or not?” Leon rolled his eyes and scanned the items the merchant had in stock, purchasing a few before walking over to stand at the church door.

You walked up buying a few before dropping in low voice, one where Leon couldn’t hear you. “So uh, about that experimental drug of yours… got anymore in the back,” throwing some extra pesetas on the table. Though you couldn’t see it, the merchant grinned, understanding the implication and opened a hidden pocket with the same red vial from before.

“Do hope it meets your desires, stranger.” He chuckled, slipping it into your hands as you stealthily tucked it in your pocket.

“Hey what’s the hold up?” Leon yelled, raising a brow at the both of you. The merchant let out a deep laugh before waving him away. You nodded at him before walking over to Leon, patting his shoulder.

“Let’s go in, wouldn’t want to miss out on any action” You purred, leaving a puzzled Leon who trudged behind you.

“What did you buy?”

“Oh nothing really, just a little treat was all.”

“Yeah that’s totally not something to be worried about at all.”

“Haha, don’t worry about it love, you’ll love it. Trust me.”

Leon blushed and bit his lip, guessing what it may be and definitely tried not to think about it again. You grinned watching the blonde in the corner of your eye, playing with the vial in your pocket. You couldn’t wait to give it to him.

a/n: hey y'all, finally dropped the leon fic (yippie). hope y'all enjoyed this one, kinda proud of this one honestly and gyaatt damn, have y'all have been sweet to me with a the praises for my last miguel o'hara fic. got some more on that cooking, i see your requests and it got me giggling and kickin feeties n' shit. working on those after this, got a structure down on that. also i'm in the process of making a masterlist for y'all to easily go through my stuff, i never thought i would write as much as i do, but it's been real fun. i will say that after like 4 more drops (requests included), i'm gonna take a short break. anyways that's all for now.

up next: miguel wears a collar with a bell and you fuck him???. whatttt. teehee.

Heyy!! I love your writing and was wondering if I could request a Resident Evil 4, Leon S. Kennedy x male reader. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

After Leon was sent to save Ashley Reader is sent to back up Leon (and Leon didn’t know that so he is kinda mad that they thought it would be a good idea to choose Reader for it) on his mission and after a long and annoying search, he ends up finding Leon in the village. At first, he thought Leon was some sort of villager and attacks him. He pins him to the ground but then realized who he is and reluctantly apologizes which just makes the situation worse between them.

When they find Ashley and then lose her later Leon gets injured badly because he just rushed in without thinking to save Ashley. But he couldn’t and they ended up fighting when the coast cleared. In reality, the reader isn’t mad about the fact that they lost Ashley again. He is mad that Leon got hurt in the process and Leon noticed that the reader was worried about him. That could lead to an angry make-out session. Enemies to lovers type thing

a/n: you plot stuff down like me (T-T)7 except yours makes more sense and less sporadic. for inspo on reader i used baptise/cassidy from overwatch (if ya know the game, i personally am a rein main, love the big guy)

Bottom! Leon S. Kennedy x Top! Male Reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: hand jobs, praising, nsfw, leon is going through it with reader

The air was moist when the car dropped you into the woods. You were assigned as a back up to an agent in ensuring the rescue of the president's daughter as the villagers proved to be much more troublesome than they thought. At first you weren’t interested in the mission, citing it as not challenging enough for your skills. But when they mentioned the agent already deployed was no other than Condor One, you agreed without any hesitation.

Condor One, or better known as Leon Kennedy, was your greatest rival yet amazing partner; if only you two could get along that is. The higher ups had always placed you and Leon as teammates due to the impressive career history. Both were top of the police academy, senses far sharper than the average agents and able to complete missions despite the numerous unknown factors. Which is why you were both often paired up. But what they didn’t know was how much fuel they fed the flames of competition between you two and how long time was spent arguing rather than maintaining focus on the task.

Leon for one, couldn’t stand your arrogance citing the times you would dismiss his suggestions with your own better option or making decisions on your own, leaving him to “pick up your mess”. Much less the many times you were more focused on teasing him or flirting in the middle of an intense situation.

On the other, you found it entertaining to annoy the blonde, enjoying the banter following after.

Worse was when you both started fighting over who gets to open the door first for the other, Chris lost brain cells hearing this story. Least to say that you both always miraculously managed to complete the mission, receiving high praise while the field agents tasked with providing information through both of the men's earpiece quietly cringed inside.

A smile grew on your lips as you made your way into the woods. “Now, where could you be, little puppy.”

The woods weren’t much of an issue to navigate as you walked up to a muddy path that led to what appears to be a desolated home. Cracks formed on the outer shell while flies circled around a heap of trash, possibly dead carcasses. You had been warned that these people didn’t treat strangers from the outside world kindly and kept your guard on as you moved closer.

With a gun in your hand, you entered the home and scanned around the dimly lit room. Blood splattered the wall, trailing to two dead bodies of what appears to be the cultists villagers mentioned from field operators' information. One appeared to be an old man whose throat was slit and the other riddled with bullet holes in the head. Picking up one of the empty shells on the ground, you found that it to be the same as your own ammo — meaning only one thing.

“Heheh, you’re still around here somewhere, huh?” You murmured, a slight grin on your face.

From the countless times you’ve spent working and being with Leon, you were rather knowledgeable with how the man shoots. Partially because you wanted to beat him at weapon handling in the academy, but from the many times your eyes lingered on every move he made.

The way his arms flexed as he held his gun, steadying it against the recoil or when he slightly pouted his lips to focus more on the target while your mind kept wondering how they’d feel if their attention was directed elsewhere…

Needless to say, you consider yourself an expert when it comes to the man and the knowledge proved useful today.

The grin dropped as soon as loud banging followed by heavy footsteps could be heard down the hall. Three rather angry looking villagers came crashing through a door, jabbing their axes and pitchforks at you before charging. You sighed, already having to deal with nuisances and shot at two of their kneecaps causing them to fall on the floor, quickly moving to punching the one still running square in the face — switching to your own combat knife, slitting the man’s throat.

The two villagers staggered their way to you, but you threw the now-dead third villager into them, crashing them both back onto the floor. You watched for a moment as they squirmed on the ground, reloading your gun before popping a bullet in between their heads, sending them to the next life. Sighing as it proved right that this mission wasn’t a match for your skills, but the thought of working with Leon lifted your spirits and made your way out of the home through the back door — marching into the forest.

Passing through the woods once more, going over a shoddy built bridge, you arrived at the main entrance of the village hidden behind a large door. Along the way you found more and more bodies, leading you closer to the man’s possible location. Hiding behind a pile of rocks, you watched as the villagers mindlessly yelled and prayed around a burning cross with a burn man tied.

Not wanting to watch for much longer, you moved further in, crouching as you rolled to hide behind a wall. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you sensed that there was a possible threat around the corner — most likely a villager.

Pausing for a moment to hear any movement made, an opportunity showed itself as the villager peeked at your corner only to be quickly pushed against the wall, gun clicking to the back of their head ready to shoot. You faltered as you realized who was at the end of the barrel, your grip on the gun easing, but a devious smile crawled on your face.

“Guess who, doll.”

The man tensed and immediately broke free from your hold, attempting to kick you at the side, one which you caught in your arm effortlessly.

“C’mon this ain’t no way to greet your partner Leon, dont’cha miss me?” You quipped, the man releasing his foot from your grasp. Leon huffed, moving back to peeking behind the wall, eyeing the villager’s for any reaction to the sudden noise.

“Just my luck I had to be paired up with you, was everyone out on break or what.” He spat, turning to finally address you.

Out of everyone they could have possibly sent out as assistance, he didn’t understand why they would send someone barely qualified to rescue the president's daughter. It just had to be a joke. You softly laughed, shaking your head at the man.

“Ouch, that hurts to hear Lee. I think we make quite the team, yeah? So long as you follow my lead, of course.”

Leon felt himself slowly losing his sanity the more he listened to you talk and moved to hide behind another home, you trailing after him. The first meeting didn’t seem to be going very well as the man decided to ignore your existence as he ran past homes, only turning to glare at you to ensure you were still real, smiling and waving as he turned.

So your brilliant mind decided that it was time to hit him with the old Y/n charm as you adjusted your clothing, wiping at the imaginary dirt. Clearing your throat and moving closer, whispering softly, “If it’s anything worth, you look great. Even if you got a little dirt on ya cheek.”

“Would you shut up for one second while I concentrate?” Leon hissed. You grinned, enjoying his reaction.

“If you’re having trouble, why don’t you leave this to me, doll? I’ll get us outta this shithole quick.”

“I don’t need your help, just shut up and stay-“

You quickly wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulder, pulling him close to your chest and fired your gun at the villager that had silently crept onto him — body falling lifelessly to the floor.

Leon snapped his head at the body before turning to meet your gaze on him, a sly smirk slowly spreading. “This is the part where you say thank you, sugar.”

The man grumbled before pushing you down, firing at the man on the floor who began convulsing, sprouting tentacles from his head. Ensuring the man was dead, Leon turned to face you with a smirk on his face.

“Guess we’re even now, huh darling?”

Your eyes slightly widened as the man referred to you with a pet name, something he never does and by the look on his face, he must’ve realized what he said. Though you could barely see it, a hit of red dusted his cheeks as he hid himself from you. You were about to tease the man some more when you heard the sound of many villagers walking in your direction, probably from the sounds of your arguing and guns.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to continue our little chat later, love. Maybe we could go out to dinner after all this.”

“I’d rather play bingo with these people than having to go on a date with you.”

“Oh?, never said it’d be a date, but if you insist.”

Leon let out an annoyed huff as he began firing at the villagers appearing, alternating between his combat knife to reserve ammunition. Overwhelmed by the sheer amount, you began busting through homes and fired at ones that broke in. The real challenge being a chainsaw wielding maniac that absorbed bullets like a sponge, barely reacting except for some staggering here and there.

Soon, the battle was over as many of the villagers lay dead at your feet as the last one standing was the chainsaw man who collapsed to the floor, blood painting the ground.

You and Leon shared a long stare as you both caught your breath from the long fight. Gaze landing on his lips while he scanned over your body before landing on your own mouth. You felt yourself pull closer to him and licked your lips while the other stayed still, eyes still focused on you. Only for the moment to be ruined, just as you were so close to him that his field operator Hunnigan, called asking for a progress report on the mission. You groaned as the blonde pulled away, speaking to the woman before turning to face you.

“Let’s go, they’ve got Ashley trapped in some big building up ahead.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with. I’ve got a date to attend after this.”

Leon let out a defeated sigh and walked off, following the dirt path as you joined him at his side, chatting as you both dealt with more villagers. Though the talking stopped as you both ran into a tied up Spaniard who you later learned his name was Luis after being thrown into a wall and awakening tied up in a room.

A bit of jealousy flared within you as the man, eyes lingered far too long for your liking on Leon. Feeling dissipating once the man ran off, throwing the key which you caught and removed the chains from your hands as well as Leon’s. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to befriend that man or eliminate him as a possible contender for Leon.

Either way, it didn’t matter as you and Leon continued the search for Ashley after traversing the village, buying items from a strange hooded man, fighting an overweight mutant pet fish and finally arriving at a church where it’s believed to imprison the woman.

The first encounter, much like your own with Leon, was a short fight that ended with her screaming before calming down and thanking you both for rescuing her.

“I’m so sorry for attacking you. I-I thought you were one of them.” She said softly, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Yeah we look like decrepit old men and got the whole cultist gear going for us,” You scoffed, the woman meekly apologizing once more. Leon punched your shoulder and moved to place a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about him, he’s just an asshole. We’ll get you home, promise.”

Ashley gave a faint smile and nodded, seemingly feeling a little bit better at his words. You huffed, turning to walk out the church doors only to shut them at the sight of a large mob of villagers outside.

“If you two are done gossiping about me, we’ve got company.”

Leon rolled his eyes, warning Ashley to carefully follow them and equipped his gun. You pushed open the doors, alerting the mob that began shouting — a fight ensued.

The mob proved to be overwhelming as your group slowly backed into a corner after making it outside, forcing you all to run for cover. Ashley desperately tried to keep between you and Leon, but was caught by a few villagers that dragged her back to the crowd. A shrill scream was all you heard as they ran off with Ashley, most likely to another building to imprison her in.

“Ashley!” Leon yelled, aiming for one of the villagers that held her arms. You quickly turned to look at the man, alternating between hand-to-hand combat and firing your gun at villagers surrounding you. Your eyes widening as one of the knife wielding villagers rushed to impale the unsuspecting man.

“Fuck, Leon! Watch out!”

Leon turned to dodge and hissed as the blade struck the side of his torso, blood gushing from the wound. Swiftly roundhouse kicking the villagers around you, you went to pick up the man and ran as he fired shots at the mob chasing.

You both managed to lose the horde after hiding in a dense thicket, holding your breaths as the villagers ran over your head. Your arm wrapped around the injured man’s shoulder while the other held out a gun. Once the sounds of the horde began to die down, you directed your attention back to the man who let out soft groans of pain. A mixture of worry and anger swept over you as you helped him to his feet.

“What the hell was that Leon!” You spat at him, putting an arm around his waist, helping ease his balance. “You could’ve gotten stabbed! Use that damn head of yours smartass.”

Leon grit his teeth in anger before letting out a painful hiss. “Our mission is to save Ashley no matter the cost, you should’ve chased after them instead of being here, asshole.”

“Fat chance we’ll save her if we both get hurt and I’m not going to leave you here bleeding out.”

“Since when did you care about me?”

“I’ve always cared, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Goddamnit, you’re always so hard to tell. I can never figure-“

You crashed your mouths together, teeth clacking. Leon let out a surprised noise but he didn't let it deter him from returning the kiss — threading his fingers into your hair, licking into your mouth. The kiss turned increasingly desperate as you pulled him close, not wanting to separate from each other’s lips for even a moment. Though eventually, the lack of much needed air forced you apart, bumping your head against his as you stared into his eyes.

“Can you figure that out, puppy?” You quipped, trialing your hands over his ass, kneading the mound in your hands.

Leon pressed himself against your chest and hovered his lips over yours.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time talking, you decided that your body could do it for you. Attacking his lips once more, tongues dancing together as you pressed him against a tree. Slotting your leg between his, feeling the blonde’s own hardness grind down on you. Leon’s soft muffled moans slipped past the gaps in the kiss, locking his arms behind your head to steady himself as he humped your leg.

The sound of the forest drowned in the background as the kiss got more heated, lips swollen, breathing heavy against each other — mind swimming in fog lustful daze. Trailing from his lips to his neck, you marked the man, leaving dark marks littered on his pale skin.

Leon clasped a hand on his mouth, hoping to suppress the drawled out moans and whining as he continued grinding on your leg.

“Shit, ah- not enough, need more please,” He whined, digging a hand into your shoulder before hissing at the pain from his side, blood still seeping into his clothes.

“Take it easy there doll. I've got you, I’ll make it quick alright?”

Leon groaned and nodded, pushing himself onto the tree — shoots of pain and pleasure coursing through him. Not wanting to prolong his suffering, you worked off his belt along with your own and brought the hard shafts together after freeing them of their confinement. Both letting out a soft groan as you started off with gentle stroking that got increasingly faster and tighter. Thumbing over the slits, letting the precum act as lube, making it

Leon threw his head back and arched his back, feeling the pleasure overwhelm the pain from the wound festering at his side.

“Yes, fuck yes, I’m close k-keep going please.. ah!”

Denying the man felt unacceptable, especially when he was begging so nice just for you. A satisfied grin emerged from your face as you continued working on bringing you both to climax.

“You look so damn pretty right now doll. Can’t wait to see what you’d look like when I fuck that tight ass of yours.” You panted into his ear, tugging at your cocks in your hand, leaving the blonde a sobbing mess in his hand.

“You’ll be good for me won’t you? I’ll make sure you can’t walk right for a week.”

A shudder traveled up Leon’s spine at the thought of returning back to the country only to be fucked into oblivion, feeling the ache of your thrusts all week. The fact it would be from his own rival no less, one that he swore up and down to never get involved with unless forced to. He didn’t know what was worse, the idea that he wanted nothing more than to submit to the same man that frustrated him to no-end or that is exactly what he felt missing in all the interactions shared with you.

Leon’s moan became louder as he started realizing the feelings he refused to acknowledge and buried his head into your neck, blush spreading across his face.

“I know you want it darling and I’ll make it a dream come true, now come for me.” You whispered into his ear, tightening your hand even more that proved to be enough for the man to spill.

The blonde concealed his broken cries into your neck as he came, coating your hand before dripping to the ground. You soon followed after and gently jerked the last few spurts of cum, stopping to wipe your hand on the tree, tucking you and him back into its restraints.

Leon panted heavily against your neck, heart rate dropping as he caught his breath. You placed soft kisses along his neck, moving your head over his.

“I’m serious when I say this Leon, let’s get that dinner and make it a date. I want us to be more than just.. rivals.”

Leon bit his lip in thought, conviction flicking between his eyes as he stared into yours. Gaze softening before speaking, “Alright then, but I’ve had enough seafood right now. I can still smell that thing’s breath.”

You laughed, bringing up a hand to rub a gentle thumb over his cheek. “I know this killer place downtown with a nice view, no seafood menu too.” You murmured, removing a strand of hair from his lips.

Leon softly smiled and leaned into your touch. “I’ll hold it to you then.”

A laugh escaped from both of you, only stopping when Leon hissed in pain, eyebrows furrowed as he bit back a groan. For a small moment, you both forgot that the man was still injured from a knife earlier and you quickly worked on fishing out some miraculous herbs. You weren’t too sure how they always helped heal such wounds, but it was the least of your concerns so long it worked. Digging out a large bandage to wrap around his torso, Leon stifled any pained noises.

You were slightly worried as the wound wasn’t anything deep, but it was a contender for possible stitches or better treatment than you could provide. Just how did the man ignore such pain during the heated moment shared between you two was beyond you. Unless..?

“Say you got a thing for pain or something?” You mused, a grin forming on your face as the man’s face flushed.

“What? No! I’m just used to getting hurt sometimes, this is nothing.” He huffed, pushing himself off the tree and adjusted his clothes, avoiding your pointed look.

“Is it also why you like it when I throw you on the ground back at the academy?”

Leon grit his teeth and shook his head, refusing to speak anymore unless he was to give away how he truly felt about being manhandled.

“Quit speculating and let’s get back to saving Ashley, again.”

You quietly laughed and made your way out of the thicket, returning back to focus on the operation. Though your mind couldn’t help wandering back to the man at times as you ran up to the new location they hid the girl in. Wanting nothing more but to end it quickly so you could spend more time with Leon than slaughtering villagers and cultists, even if you were good at it. A determined look set across your face as you watched from the door Leon helped free Ashley from her chains.

I’ll make sure we get out of here. No matter the cost.

a/n: yeah the reader is slightly psychotic when it comes to Leon at the end. i had thoughts of making a part two of this, but not all that sure. regardless of that, hope y’all liked this :]

if anyone’s interested, here’s a rough cut dialogue that i didn’t use.

“Think that merchant guy sells lube? Rather not hurt ya while we fuck doll, I can get pretty rough.” You grinned, watching the man’s cheeks burn.

“We are not fucking during a mission!”

“Damn, that was on my bucket list.”

Leon gave you a questionable stare.

“What? Why do you- forget it, I don’t want to know anymore.”

“C’mon, it’s a pretty good list and I just thought up a few more of what I could add.”

up next: reader request! Rocket x Male Reader. rocket isn’t fond of new people, more importantly a stranger that he’s to fight alongside with, but eventually comes around to you.

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.

DI Leon Kennedy X Bunny! Male Reader

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Authors note: The horny police came for me. Also expect a lot of hybrid shots.

Summary: Leon is in need of a vacation and wants to spend more time with his bunny boyfriend, perhaps start his vacation with some welcome home sex?

Warnings: Fluff, backstory, mentions of Jill and Carlos, death island spoilers-ish, NSFW, MDNI 18+ only, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, collars, mentions of heats, sensual sex, Leon’s a tease, more romantically sex then rough, reader is a hybrid rabbit, rabbit traits, bunny ears and tail.

Word count: 3.3k

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Leon wasn’t kidding when he said that he needed a vacation.

After the events of Alcatraz and going against Maria and Dylan, Leon knew that he needed a break from everything to at least get some time on his own before Hunnigan finds him another mission to take.

Once they were picked up from the island and flown back out, he returned back home with the rest of the others, making it to the airport in one piece as the all board off. Leon had already told Hunnigan that the minute he lands home he won’t be accepting any missions since his vacation starts now. Jill had reunited with Carlos an ex-umbrella agent who’s she’s been seeing for awhile now, while Chris and Claire had each other.

Leon didn’t really expect anyone to wait for him at the airport since he actually never told anyone that he would be home early. Before he could leave he’s invited out for some drinks by Jill, waving him over while the others wait for him only for him to turn down their offer.

“Leon S. Kennedy turning down a drink?” Said Chris while chuckling, “Are you still infected?”

Leon shakes his head with a laugh. “No infected, Rebecca cleared me up.” He responds back, holding his duffel bag in his left hand while he slows walks backwards and away from the others. “Besides, I’ve got somewhere to be.” He adds on, eager to get home while he gives everyone a smile, leaving them all confused and asking themselves why Leon was so eager to leave.

No one would have thought that Leon had a partner waiting for him back at home. After everything that he’s been through, no one would think that he would find someone that he would settle down with or perhaps devote his time too due to him being busy with the work and the amount of things that he goes through a daily bases.

After the events in China, Leon had given up on chasing after Ada, chasing after someone who he knew he couldn’t have and finally made the choice to move on with someone who he could actually have a possible future with. Imagine his surprise when he ends up finding a special experiment during one of his missions.

He was assigned to locate an old lab that belonged to umbrella searching for classified information that could help them for any future bio weapons that they were to stumble upon only to find a special experiment locked away in the deeps of the lab. Leon didn’t expect himself to find someone there alive still, but when he took a good look at the lab he noticed how recent the technology was used and the different types of medicine and chemicals that were used.

He had reports back to Hunnigan, letting her know that the lab he was assigned to search was still being used and had found someone still alive. He thought he had stumbled upon another dangerous bio weapon only to find a man with animal characteristics chained up to a wall, looking very malnourished and thin. What caught Leon’s attention was the pair of rabbit ears on his head along with a tail that peaked out from underneath his shirt and pants that he wore.

Leon had freed him that day and took him back to base where Rebecca exams the man and get further medical attention. Both Hunnigan and Leon were able to search through the files under the lab and found various files under the name Project Zero giving them further information about the hybrid that lied asleep in their own lab. Turns out that the man wasn’t entirely human since he was first found but a rare hybrid that hid from society, taken from his home at a young age only to be experimented on for who knows how long.

They kept the hybrid a secret in order to keep him safe until they found out more about his species and where he came from. When the hybrid first woke up he was in shock and panic, destroying the lab and fighting back whenever someone approached him. Leon had stepped in to help only to be caught by surprise when the hybrid jumped into his arms, holding onto him tightly and not letting go. The agent himself was in shock by the sudden move.

It wasn’t until later that he finds out that the hybrid felt safer around him since he remembers him rescuing him from the lab and taking him out of that awful place. Rebecca was able to check up on the hybrid without any issues due to Leons presence in the room and from then on it took time for them to find out more about the hybrid and finally getting him to talk and to give them his name.

Y/n was able to tell them everything from the time he was take to the time that he was rescued by Leon. He was very young when he was taken along with his family. Being experimented on and losing everyone but himself, due to him being the youngest the scientist kept him alive the longest in order to see how he grew and developed with time.

Even though Y/n was able to tell them very little he still held a fear of being used by them and closed up every few days. They knew that they couldn’t keep the hybrid locked inside a lab forever, triggering his traumas whenever he was around the room it wasn’t until Leon volunteered to take care of him, getting Hunnigan to find him a secluded area for the both of them in order to grant the rabbit a bit of freedom without society knowing about him just yet.

When Hunnigan found them a place to stay for both Leon and Y/n for the time being until they were able to figure out more about his species and with the time that Leon and Y/n’s spent alone in the cabin he was able to find out more about the hybrid, reporting back to Hunigan and letting her be know that Y/n reacted in the same manner as a rabbit.

He had a great sense of smell, hearing, very calm and of course, faster than Leon whenever they went on runs together. His ears were sensitive to him along with his tail, having to cut holes in all of the clothes that Leon got for him. He also discovered that even though Y/n was a rabbit he was able to tolerate meat and not always relied on vegetables only eating small amounts of it before focusing back on something he can eat without any problems.

The one things that Leon never reported back to Hunnigan due to embarrassment was Y/n’s heat.

It started off with Leon’s shirts going missing, surprising the man whenever he opened his drawer or closet only to notice the shortage of clothes. He ignored it at first and simply bought himself more clothes.

The next was how much the rabbit was eating, finishing his plate rather quickly and getting seconds without needing to ask. Leon told himself that he was perhaps getting adjusted to getting proper meals again due to the amount of time he was locked away and fed very little.

The breaking point was when he noticed how close and affectionate Y/n was being towards him. He was either leaning in close to him whenever they would watch a movie together or would find the rabbit in his bed the next morning, curled up to his side without a care. That’s when Leon looked into his behavior only to find out that it all pointed towards the hybrids heat, knowing that its something that rabbit have all year round, but for Y/n it was only every few months.

Leon never reported back to Hunnigan the things he did that night with the hybrid the way he sounded and the way that Y/n’s back would arch whenever Leon fucked into him. The agent knew that he should have said something, but didn’t.

Ever since then the two have grown closer, deepening the bond that he had with Y/n until he was finally off the hook.

The Hybrid stayed with Leon after 3 years the two have gotten closer than ever and knew each other like the back of the hand. Leon needed someone that he could talk too that he can come home too whenever he completed a mission instead of coming home to an empty house full of silence.

When Leon arrived home from the airport and stepped inside his home he’s greeted by a faint smell of his favorite food being cooked along with some music playing. His lips twitch into a faint smile as he sets his bag down and closed the door behind him and makes his way towards the kitchen where he finds his little bunny cooking.

He’s humming along with the music while stirring the pot the smell of various different spices that he’s cooking blinding his sense that he doesn’t notice the familiar scent that belonged to Leon until his floppy ears perked up when he hears the sound of his familiar heartbeat causing him to turn around in surprise.

“Leon!”

He turns the heat down and rushed over to Leon, hugging the man and smiling widely as Leon returns the gesture and chuckled. “I’m back…” He breaths out tiredly, clearly jet lagged from the long flight back home.

“You said you wouldn’t be back until next week.”

Leon chuckled. “I finished earlier than I thought.” His fingers brushed against Y/n’s check, holding him close before leaning down to capture his lips into a soft kiss when the kiss is returned he doesn’t stop himself to deepen it. Y/n can feel Leon’s hand trail down his back and pull him closer he tries to break away from the kiss, but Leon keeps leaning in. “Leon..the food…” he’s able to breath out between kisses only for Leon to guide them towards the stove, reaching over to turn the knob off.

“Food can wait.” Leon finally says then went on to remove his jacket and Y/n swore he was salivating at the sight of the man’s broad shoulders and biceps now out in better view. His shirt clung well to his form and made his waist look smaller and his torso bigger and god, Y/n was about to hyperventilate. “Missed you while I was gone, missed the way you feel against me.” Leon had mumbled out, lips hovering over his as he guides him towards the living room, hands on his hips while he walks them over.

“Finally got that vacation, told Hunnigan that if she needs someone for a job she will have to bother someone else.”

Y/n whimpered, unsure what to do or say next. “Y—you—we-“

The man pounced.

Leon’s arm shot out to pin him against the large couch, getting the hybrid to gasp in surprise by his sudden strength. His ears falling back against his head while he stares up at Leon who towered over him. His skin on fire, with his back pressed straight against the couch underneath him and his insides burning for anything to happen. He could already feel his thoughts officially turn to mush and his instincts just come alive with want, please, want, want, want.

Y/n hadn’t been aware he would be so desperate for something like this after Leon’s return. He’s handled longer missions and never felt such way until now. His head was light, almost to the point of dizzy, as he found himself looking up at Leon. “Look at you, baby. You’re so ready for me. You’ve been starving for this for some time, hm?”

“Y-Yes.” Y/n groaned, face growing hot in embarrassment as Leon got closer to him, one large hand reaching down to his thighs. Leon can only smirk, leaning down close in order to continue teasing his rabbit. “Eager I see, want me to fuck you?” Y/n could moan like a dying man, “Yes.” He can feel Leon’s hands trailing down his legs, eyes roaming down his body.

The agent can only chuckle by Y/n’s squirming, knowing how much he missed and craved for the hybrid as he slips his hand underneath his shirt, fingers exploring his chest and stomach until his thumb grazed over his nipple. “I’m going to make you feel good, back blowing--”

“Leon!” Y/n whines out in desperation.

Leon chuckled and blew against his ear, “Let me finish, baby.”

Y/n was about to cry.

“I’m going to make sure that our neighbors are able to hear you from here, let them know that you are all mine and how much I missed the tight little hole of yours.” Leons hand founds its way between the hybrids legs, cupping him over the shorts he wore while his middle finger stroked over his entrance.

“P-Please.” Y/n whimpers out while fighting back a moan from escaping past his lips. “You’re cute when you beg.” Said Leon and the hybrid is quick to know what he wants, knowing that he won’t do anything until he hears him beg for it.

“Please…j-just fuck me. Please. Fuck me. God, Leon, please, please. Want you. Please!” He could paw at Leons pants if he didn’t feel like it would be too much effort to try and move. “Ok, baby, whatever you want.” And then he gripped Y/n and hoisted him up pressing himself against him. “Legs around me. Now.” Y/n scrambled to do so, wrapping them around the man’s waist, and whined.

Instantly, Leon started to move. He gave a few experimental grinds between Y/n’s legs and the hybrid nearly shrieked with joy. Then the sinful mouth found its way to Y/n’s neck and without any sort of timidness or pause latched on to it. Leon nibbled and sucked to the point Y/n knew it would leave a bruise and nearly orgasmed right then from the thought. Y/n’s fingers found their way into Leon’s hair, tugging on them and is rewarded with a bite.

“Fuck, been waiting to have a taste of you ever since I got back.” Leon gave him another bite on the neck before he lapped at it with his jaw. “How about we remind our neighbors your pretty sounds, hmm? I want to hear my name spilling from your pretty lips more but let’s just hear how good it sounds.”

Y/n broke out into a drawn-out whine as Leon positioned himself to angle right up against Y/n’s short covered cock and began to slowly, but with more authority, thrust up against it.

“Say my name.” Leon ordered.

“L—Leon.” Y/n fumbled out and gave out another cry when that earned an even harder thrust. Leon moaned out. His voice sounded like sin. “Now, lets get started on getting you filled up.” Y/n’s face grows bright red. “Gonna stretch this pretty hole of yours and make sure that my cock is the only one you need.”

Y/n released a broke, high-pitched whine that dissolved into a moan which caused Leon to start rutting against him, grinding as if they were in some filthy club, and Y/n did his best to keep up but he felt himself just losing his mind. It was like he was floating away and getting drunk. Leon’s mouth and attention was actually making him go insane and he couldn’t help but love it.

He wanted more.

The two kissed like they didn’t have enough time together, tongues battling against each other, lost in the moment while Leon works on getting the hybrid undressed. Finally getting rid of the shirt he wore and quickly fumbling with the shorts he wore. Y/n moans when he feels the cool air once Leon removes his shorts along with his boxers and Leon smiled and went back to kiss over his face, trailing down his neck, to his chest.

He licked at a nipple and growled when his hybrid lover gave a gasp. His fingers trailed up and down his side, tickling over his chest and hips.Leon went back up to the hybrids chin and began to nibble, it was one of his favorite places on his lover, and smiled to himself when he earned another little rush of air. It was adorable.

With another nip he pulled back, smirking to himself when he gave off a little whine, trying to reach out to him in desperation. “Hold on, impatient little thing.”

Leon was quick to remove the blue shirt he wore. He started to unbuckle his belt when he heard another little noise. Staring down, he smirked when he saw those eyes looking at his bare chest with clear want and hunger. “You’re staring…you can’t hide anything can you?” Y/n’s eyes snapped back up to him in embarrassment.

Leon chuckled, “You have nothing to be ashamed about. I like it when you stare.” When Y/n avoids his look he smiles with amusement and leaned down to kiss him again, barely able to resist the skin. “A-Ah…” Y/n whimpered and Leon paused a moment over the hybrids collarbone but then trailed up to the neck again, lips playing over the collar. “Baby,” Leon began to push his pants off, groaning when they came in contact with each other completely bare and with a whimper, Y/n’s clenched his eyes shut, trying to catch his breath.

Y/n bites his lip when he felt Leons harden cock graze against him and tried to keep his breathing under control. The man was large, probably larger than Y/n ever handled before, and he simultaneously felt excited. With a noise that sounded like a squeak, Y/n’s body arched slightly as those larger hands wrapped around him and pressed against his back, smoothing down till they grabbed his backside and squeezed and pushed the cheeks apart. Y/n released a silent choking sound, surprised at the aggressive grip, eyes wide towards Leon. “Oh, gods.” He moans out.

Leon doesn’t need to prep him due to how wet he already is and easily slides inside, earning a chocked out moan. It takes Y/n a few minutes to adjust to Leon’s size again after not doing it for some time before he finally grows comfortable and gives him a nod to move. Leon doesn’t need to be told twice as he began to move his hips, leaning down to capture his lovers lips into a kiss.

Y/n meets him thrust after thrust, finally breaking their kiss when he’s doing little more than gasping and panting and moaning Leon’s name over and over and over again into his mouth. Leons eyes begin to burn, he’s so overwhelmed and frantic and on fire that he’s not sure how much longer he can last. He ducks his chin to press his lips to Y/n’s flushed chest, before Y/n curses and drags Leons mouth back to his.

“I love you,” Leon breathes when he can’t take it anymore - his blood is searing through his veins like lava, he’s surrounded by Y/n in breathtaking ways he never could have hoped to be. On top of it all, amongst their slapping skin and gasps and moans. He rests their foreheads together, bringing a trembling hand up to Y/n’s face and pressing his thumb against Y/n’s cheek. Y/n swipes his tongue against his swollen, kiss-bitten red lips and flutters his eyelashes Y/n rolls his hips on Leon’s cock only once more before he’s coming, too, impossibly tighter around Leon while he’s still riding his own high. It draws a long, satisfied moan from deep in Leon’s chest that has him wondering how soon he could go again, or how quickly he could coax Y/n to hardness again.

“I love you, too,” Y/n breathes against Leon’s lips, trembling and panting and sweating. “Welcome home, too…”

That causes Leon to laugh, hearing the sudden welcome home after everything. “I am home.” Leon breaths out while claiming the hybrids lips into another deep kiss.

☆ stolen glances

re2 ! leon kennedy x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: ever since leon joined the rpd, he continues to catch his colleague, [name] staring at him. however, leon isn't sure why but he's determined to find out [name]'s reasoning. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

- no outbreak au, just normal rookie leon

it hadn't been that long since leon joined the rpd. he had wanted the job for ages, and he finally got it. he couldn't of been happier once he heard the news that he got accepted, or when it was his first day on the job.

however, whenever leon was at the station doing less skilled jobs or paperwork he couldn't help but notice someone staring. not once, not twice, but multiple times. he didn't understand why this person kept staring at him or looking his way all the time. did he do something wrong? did he say something wrong? leon didn't understand. all he tried to do was be friendly towards everyone, but it seemed that someone probably didn't like that.

soon enough, leon found out that the person always staring at him was [name]. he wasn't that much older than leon, they were around a similar age. and he was fairly new to the rpd too - just like leon.

but still, leon didn't understand why [name] kept staring. maybe [name] wanted to be friends? maybe [name] disliked leon and his staring was actually just glaring? maybe leon had something on his face all the time without realising? whatever it was, leon couldn't figure it out for the life of him.

leon started to grow uneasy, and quite tired of [name]'s unsolicited staring. the rookie finally had enough. he was going to put his foot down and confront [name] about it once and for all.

however, when he did end up confronting [name], the response leon received was truly unexpected.

"[name].." leon starts as he finally approached [name] during their lunch break. "can i talk to you?" the male asked, biting on the inside of his cheek after speaking as he waited for a response from [name].

the other male looked up at leon and nodded. he was a little confused, unsure what he had done wrong to make leon come over and talk to him. hopefully it wasn't something bad, but by the tone of leon's voice it was definitely something that had been upsetting and bothering the man for a while. [name] was nervous. he hadn't felt this uneasy in a while.

leon takes in a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was going to say and how [name] was going to reply. he reassured himself mentally before speaking to his colleague again.

"do you.. do you hate me or something?" leon asked, a frown on his face as he looked at [name]. "i always catch you staring at me- glaring even. did i do something wrong? i'm sorry if i did something wrong i didn't mean to." leon continued, the words spilling out of his mouth as fast as rain fell out of the sky during a storm.

[name]'s eyes widened for a number of reasons. the first reason being that he didn't expect leon to want to talk about his staring, and the second reason being that leon thought his staring was a bad thing. a thing grown from hatred and malice.

truth be told, [name] didn't glare or stare at leon out of hate. he was just curious about him, and found the new cop quite cute too. he hoped that his staring and stolen glances from afar would help him get to know leon better. [name] also never would've guessed that leon actually knew that he was staring. god was [name] embarrassed now.

[name] opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth shut closed upon opening. he tried to talk, to say the words that were filling his mind now but he just couldn't. he felt too embarrassed and caught off guard to know how to respond properly. today officially marked the end of [name]'s short life.

"erm.. no.." [name] managed to get out, shaking his head as he finished his short sentence. "i don't hate you- seriously!" [name] said, hoping that his weak defense would convince leon someone. it didn't seem like it was working though.

leon narrowed his eyes at [name]. now he was the one glaring, not [name]. he wasn't buying the other cop's excuse, it wasn't even backed up yet. all [name] did was say that he didn't hate leon. sure, it did make leon feel a little relieved but he needed a bit more to go off from.

[name] sighed, realising that his words weren't going to get through to leon just yet. he'd need to say something more. he was going to actually have to confess the truth. this was definitely the end of [name].

"gods.. how do i explain this.." [name] mumbled to himself as he threw his head down, heat rising in his face as he felt so embarrassed. he definitely didn't want to explain this to leon. leon was going to hate him instead of him hating leon.

"i'm just.. really curious about you. i thought that maybe staring at you would somehow tell me something about you- that maybe i'd have the courage to talk to you or something." [name] rambled, meeting leon's blue eyes briefly as he spoke. he really hoped that leon wasn't going to find him any weird for confessing this. "i mean, it is hard to find the courage in yourself to talk to a cute guy, such as yourself." [name] slips out without realising.

leon's brows furrowed as he listened to what [name] was rambling on about. soon his stern expression was switched to one of shock. a red coloured his cheeks and his eyes softened as he now started at [name]. he couldn't believe what he had just heard. it was definitely not what he was expecting.

[name] tapped his fingers on his desk, waiting nervously for a reply from the rookie. he didn't want leon to think of him as a freak or something, that would be far from what [name] was trying to achieve from the beginning.

"oh.. i certainly wasn't expecting that." leon responded, scratching the back of his neck. he was flustered by [name]'s confession, and everything from the look on his face to his body language showed proof of that.

"so.. you think i'm cute? is that what i'm hearing?" leon asks, a smile on his lips as he looks at [name]. it was as if it was the only thing that he picked up from the whole rant [name] went on. but, of course, now it was [name]'s turn to be flustered.

[name] felt his whole body go stiff and hot at leon's response. all he could do was nod his head at the man before dropping it so his smile wouldn't show. he couldn't believe that leon was playing his game now.

"if you think i'm cute.. do you want to get coffee sometime?" leon asked, a small chuckle escaping his lips. [name] couldn't resist leon at all this point forward. was it because he embarrassed himself infront of leon? or was it just leon's simple charm? probably both.

"or tea- or something else of course!" leon continued, covering his mouth as he realised what he said. [name] was immediately pulled out of his thoughts as he heard leon speak. "i mean.. if you don't like coffee we can get something else of course!" leon carried on and on and on.

[name] looked at leon and he just took the rookie's hand in his own. he stared into leon's eyes and smiled.

"we can go get anything after this shift.. as long as it's not just you getting more stares from me.." [name] joked, shaking his head after. "although, i think after this date of ours, i think i'm going to be staring at you forever.." [name] mumbled, pressing a kiss to leon's hand.

oh how leon was completely estatic that he figured out the reason behind [name]'s stolen glances...

☆ author's note: i hope you guys enjoy :)

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RE4!LEON S. KENNEDY X MALE READER

RE4!LEON S. KENNEDY X MALE READER

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{A/N: This fanfiction is a Leon S. Kennedy x Male Reader for my cousin who is VERY obsessed with him. This is set in Resident Evil 4 remake since it’s her favorite. Leon might be a little OOC so sorry if that bothers you but it’s been a wild since I played any Resident Evil game. Hopefully you enjoy this and who knows, if I’m happy I might make more fanfictions for ya’ll! REMEMBER! Everything in this fanfiction is completely fake and nothing in this story actually happened in the game!}

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~I’m Worried About You, You Know..?~

plot: You and Leon on a mission together to rescue baby eagle(Aka Ashley). While killing some infected you get a big scratch on your leg. You try to ignore it and hide it so Leon doesn’t see because you don’t want to bother him more. When he finds out about your injury he tells you his real feelings for you.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, guns, some swearing, not in a relationship yet just confessing, Leon being cold and rough so if you don’t feel comfortable with that don’t read this!

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You and Leon got partnered together for a mission to save the president’s daughter, Ashley Graham. You were kind of nervous about the mission since you were told that there are hundreds of infected people there and some strong mutants that take a lot to kill. Besides all of that, you were excited to work with Leon. You knew Leon since Raccoon City went down. You guys stayed close for a wild until Leon stopped talking to you completely, you tried sending him text, going up to him, and even sending him letters but he never answered back or just full on ignored you. You hope he doesn’t hate you.

The car drove over the wet and slimy mud that was coated with leaves. The president told two men to drive out and help you and Leon on the way to your spot. The men sat in the front while you and Leon sat in the back. The air as awkward between you guys, it felt like sitting next to a stranger. Leon pulled out a photo of Ashley Graham, the president’s daughter we had to save. She looked like a nice girl. Leon noticed you starting at the photo and put it away then facing out the window.

“so, what brings you to this horrible place?”, the man in the passenger seat asked. I waited for a second for Leon to answer and he responded with, “Let’s just say-we’re looking for someone.”. The car reeked of motor oil and burnt out cigarettes, do these guys hate their lungs or what? “That someone must be very important, eh?” The man asked. You saw Leon rolling his eyes. “Well, I’m sure you boys didn’t come all the way out here to roast marshmallows….or maybe you did.”, Leon jokingly said. You wanted to laugh but kept quiet.

The man tells us that many people go missing on these roads, it freaks me out a bit but I felt safer with Leon next to me. The man in the passenger seat tells us he needed to use the restroom so we pulled over while the rest of us stayed in the car. About 10 minutes later the man didn’t come back yet. The driver beckons us to check up on him while he stays in the car. Leon and I walked slowly down the forest then he put his hand out in front of me. I got confused until I liked at the ground, a dead deer that is super bloody up. The sight made me want to gag but we continued forward.

Leon notices the village and we quietly walk inside of a wooden and stone house. I pull out my pistol in case we get attacked by any infected. We walk into a room getting jumpscared by a weird looking ass man(THAT MAN SCARED ME SO HARD LIKE WTF YOU DOING!!!). Leon apologizes to the man for barging in but the man just sits himself in front of the fireplace. I start looking around the place, finding a wooden cross-thingy that has strange words on it. “Reader move!” I hear Leon yell out at me but before I can draw my gun Leon grabs the man and round-hound kicks him to the wall. I drop the cross and stand in front of the man, his neck was snapped open……

“We have to go, now.” Leon barked at me. I nod and drawer my gun. We walked out the house slowly moving outside. The air around us is thick and heavy, it has a musty smell of rotten flesh and fire. I follow Leon and we see the infected villagers throwing wood on a stake, holding one of the men that was in the car with us. I wanted to run up and help the man but at the same time I wanted to stay hidden and safe. I sit there waiting for Leon to tell me our next step.

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{A/N: After writing this I watched a gameplay and my dumbass wrote that they went outside but in the game Leon went to the basement THEN went outside. I’m so dumb I’m sorry!!!! It’s 2 am rn and I am tired as hell so I’ll make a part two tomorrow! I might rewrite the going outside part but idk.}

RE4!LEON S. KENNEDY X MALE READER PART:2

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{A/N: This fanfic is a bit sloppy and not really detailed as my first one and I’m sorry for that! But this is part two of my first fanfic! REMEMBER everything in this fanfic is made up and not real and did not happen in the actual Resident Evil 4 game.}

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plot: You and Leon on a mission together to rescue baby eagle(Aka Ashley). While killing some infected you get a big scratch on your leg. You try to ignore it and hide it so Leon doesn’t see because you don’t want to bother him more. When he finds out about your injury he tells you his real feelings for you.

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Leon and I walked slowly and quietly around the houses of the now infected village. Leon still hasn’t talked to me that wasn’t about the mission, I wished that we still talked even if he hated me. There were two old infected women who’s faces was wrapped in bandages, Leon put his arm in front of you and signaled for you to hide behind a wooden crate.

The infected ladies let out snarls and hisses but didn’t hear me or Leon. “Let’s head out that way, there’s not as many infected there.”, I inquired to Leon. The path we were planning on taking would pass the center of the village, where most of the infected were. Leon’s eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes narrowed at the path I was pointing at. A second later he huffed, “Yeah, sure.” He answered bluntly.

The path was covered in foot marks from who I assume were the infected. Reddish-brown leaves coated some parts of the dark brown mud. The path was peaceful until an infected man shuffled right in front of us. It scared me and Leon until the man started limping towards us. Leon acting fast, trudged to the man and slit his throat. The infected’s blood sprayed until the body went limp and fell to the ground. The noise of the body falling attracted many other infected to come our way.

“Well the party certainly came.” Leon sighed as he cocked his gun. Sometimes I forget that Leon is just a man who got his life taken away from, I know he’s still the nice Leon somewhere in him. I reloaded my gun and retighten my utility belt as I got ready to shoot any infected. Suddenly, lots and lots of infected people started hustled to me and Leon. Me and Leon didn’t focus on each other and instead focused on killing all these infected people. After about 10 minutes of on-going fighting, my body started aching and cramping up. I knew if I stopped moving for even a second I would be at the mercy of the infected. “Leon! We need to find a house to rest at! My body is giving up on me!”, I heaved out. My body was sweating like crazy(I like me a sweaty muscled body….LOOKING AT YOU MR. KENNEDY), it felt like more and more infected was coming every second. Leon observed my face, seeing the tears that were slowly starting to form in my (E/C) eyes. Leon quickly scanned the area and saw a house that seemed empty. “Reader! Come here!”, Leon blurted out to me. I look over at Leon who was killing every infected in his way. I start stabbing my way through the infected until I felt a sharp and excruciating pain on my right ankle, I don’t think about it and I run inside of the house.

“Fuck, are you okay?”, I asked Leon, who was leaning against the wall. I’m not gonna lie, he looked hella hot with his sweat making his golden bangs stick to his forehead. The chest compression shirt that complimented his strong muscles(AND HIS BIG ASS MIKERS🥰⁉️⁉️⁉️). He looks so irresistible and attractive at this angle. Wait, what am I thinking? Yes I’ve liked Leon for a while but there’s no way in hell he would like me back, I’m a man… I suddenly remember the giant scratch on my ankle. I pull up my pant sleeve and examine the cut. My finger reaches at the cut and I hiss at the pain the touch gave me. I didn’t carry any medical stuff with me or any herbs so I knew I was screwed. I knew Leon might have some but I didn’t want to bother him any longer since he already hated me.

I hear Leon moving off the wall and I quickly pull my pant leg down to hide the cut but Leon noticed this. “What happened?”, he said aggressively at me. I look up at him and I feel my face warm up a bit. “Ah-nothing! Just rubbing something off.” I answered back. The pain was throbbing like hell. It felt like someone was stabbing me over and over again. Leon narrowed his eyes at me and kneeled in front of me. “Don’t lie to me reader, what happened?” He said sounding a bit more soft. I told him again that it was nothing and not to worry about me. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the rusty bed and sat me down on it.

Leon pulled the pant leg up and gasp at the giant scar on my ankle. He leans his hand at the cut and grazes over it softly. It hurt a lot. I whimpered at the pain and moved my arm away from his hand. Leon looks up at me and asked how much it hurt, to which I replied with ‘It hurts like crazy’. He grabs his bag and searches for any herbs or bandages. He brings out an alcohol bandages. He pours a bit of alcohol of a cotton ball and looks up at me. “This is gonna hurt..”, he warned me as I nodded sadly back at him. He slowly brings the alcohol-coated ball to the top of my cut and i stuttered the words ‘Fuck’ and ‘stop’ at the burning sensation. Leon muttered an apology as he continued to dab the cotton ball on me.

The silence was loud. The awkwardness between us was too much, I wanted to say something but I kept quiet. Leon groaned and nervously said, “So uh, how have you been lately?”. His question surprised me a bit before I answered back. “Oh it’s been alright..”. I would’ve been better if you actually talked to me. “That’s good” Leon said. I decided that this is the right time to bring up how I have been feeling about him, how he never talks to me, ignores me. I opened my mouth to say my words until I get interrupted.

“I’m sorry…..”. An apology rumbled out of Leon’s mouth. I look down at him as he bandages my cut. He continues, “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you and being rude to you during this mission. I’m really sorry. It’s just been hard, I’ve been trying to…..understand my feelings. I get it if you don’t want to be friends anymore or don’t accept my apology and it’s okay if you don’t.”. A loud pause happens until I answer. “I forgive you Leon, I am mad at you for ignoring me but I forgive you.. but, can you at least tell me why you did ignore me?”. 

Another pause. Fuck, maybe i shouldn’t have said anything or at least reword my sentence Leon raises his head with a surprised but nervous face. His fucking enchanting ass face “It was because, um, I like you…”, Leon stammered, muttering that last part but loud enough for me to hear. Mines and Leon’s faces warm up at the confession. I didn’t want to believe it, was he lying to me? My sweaty hands grip the bedsheets as Leon forces his head down. I take a moment to sink in the new information and look at Leon. My hand reaches out for Leon’s face and cups his warm cheek. “I-I like you too Leon. But I thought you won’t like me because I am a boy.”, I confess. Telling Leon I liked him made me feel happier. Leon puts his hand on top of my hand that was on his cheek. He looks up at me and smiles softly, I smile back at him. “C-can um you know..” I stutter out until Leon leans at my face and kisses me gently. The kiss felt like something out of a dream. Leon gently gripped the back of my head then massaging it. His other on my cheek, his thumb rubbing my eye bags. The kiss is one of those ‘I can’t let go yet’ kisses. Both of us pecking each others lips and then fully kissing each other, pulling back each other for more.

Our little make out session stopped as Leon sits beside me on the bed. I grab his hand and wrap my one around it, like I was protecting it from everything in the world. I looked over at Leon. His now swollen lips was a mixture of red and purple, Sweat on his forehead, half-closed eyes, and his drunken daze. I smiled as I leaned my head on his broad shoulder.

We might be surrounded by infected-snarling monsters but being next to each other made us feel safe.

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{A/N: OMG IM FINALLY DONE! As u can tell I got lazy at the end and it has HELLA cringe. But it’s done now so yup! Imma start on the requested one tomorrow and might finish it :)}

-Alphabet headcanons-

;re2r Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy x any gender reader

🎸 | Masterlist | 🎸

This is set in a universe where no zombies ever happened and he’s just a silly little happy rookie cop :) I’ve written wayyyyyy too many alphabet heacanons by now, this is my third already (-｡-; I’m also so inactive lately like wtfff (◞д◟)

Warnings: not proofread

-‘A’ is for AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?)

He’s super affectionate. He might be a bit too shy and awkward to show his affection in a physical way at first, but after a while he’ll sometimes hold your hand or give you a simple hug. He likes it when you initiate the hug or hand holding for example, it’ll definitely make him smile. Leon’s love language is words of affirmation and giving acts of service. He loves helping people and especially you in any way he can, he also likes giving and receiving affirming words, like a simple “great work” or “you did well”.

-‘B’ is for BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestfriend?)

Leon is the type of guy to send you a meme in the middle of the night when he’s supposed to be sleeping with the caption like ‘USS!!’ or ‘we should do this sometimes!!’. Leon also always knows when you’re sick or something. It’s like his sixth sense. If you ever call him, even for something minor like needing something from the store. He’ll stop what he’s doing if he can just to do what you asked. (he can’t just stop working to help you, even if he wants to)

-‘C’ is for CUDDLES (how and do they like to cuddle?)

He really likes to cuddle with other you, even more after a long day of being a police officer. People always assume he’s the little spoon when you two cuddle, because he acts like a literal golden retriever around you. In reality he’s the big spoon normally, Leon liked the feeling of having his arms around you and holding you close like you’ll never disappear out of his life. He also likes it when you lay on his chest or something like that, he loves feeling your weight on him while you cuddle.

-‘D’ is for DOMESTIC (if they settle down, how will they help?)

He can’t cook, at all. Tho, Leon would be super excited to live with you. He would do all the other chores that he can, like doing the laundry, dishes and other minor housework like that. I also think he literally cannot iron clothes and he’s just too scared of burning himself or something while doing it. (Me too tbh-) He’s also a pretty neat person, but not in a neat freak way. He just can’t stand living in a messy environment.

-‘E’ is for ENDING (how would the break up go?)

Teary. Leon would probably at a 99.999% chance cry if y’all break up. If you cheated and he finds out he’s definitely crying. It doesn’t really matter on why you two broke up, but he’d definitely cry.

-‘F’ is for FIANCÉ (how do they feel about marriage)

Leon wants to get married at some point, but he doesn’t want that until you’re both financially stable since he doesn’t want to mess it up. Tho, he’d probably buy a promise ring of types for you two since he also wants you to always remember he’s here and you just have to wait a bit for marriage if you want it.

-‘G’ is for GENTLE (how gentle are they?)

Leon is a pretty gentle guy. He’s an absolute sweetheart just in general, getting you gifts and he does other acts of service to you as a way to show his affection to you.

-‘H’ is for HUGS (do they like hugs?)

Leon loves hugs, no joke. He’d be a little weirded out if like a stranger hugged him, but if someone he knows hugs him. You better believe that he’s gonna be all smiles for a while after it.

-‘I’ is for I LOVE YOU (when do they say I love you for the first time?)

Leon would probably say ‘I love you’ for the first time on your second date. He was admiring you and it just kinda slipped out. Leon definitely was a blushing mess after realising he said ‘I love you’ to you.

-‘J’ is for JEALOUSY (do they get easily jealous? And if they do, what will they do?)

Leon isn’t a jealous person, he trust you and he knows you aren’t gonna cheat on him. But if someone comes up and flirts with you, and he sees you’re uncomfortable with it. Then he’ll try to defuse the situation by telling the person that you two are dating, or just taking you somewhere else if possible. It isn’t out of jealousy, very very rarely is it out of jealousy. Most of the time it’s because another person is flirting with you and you looked uncomfortable with the flirting.

-‘K’ is for KISSES (how often do they like to get or give kisses, and where?)

He likes getting kisses on his forehead or cheek, especially after a long day at the police station. Leon likes that sweet kind of love, so he likes giving you quick pecks on the lips or on your cheek. Leon does give less kisses in public than he does in private. I don’t think Leon is someone who does pda often.

-‘L’ is for LITTLE ONES (how are they with kids?)

He’s good with kids, even tho he might be a little awkward around them. Leon is also super gentle around kids. Picking them up carefully and just generally being a good guy around kids. Leon probably did a job babysitting some kids when he was a teenager, he just gives me that vibe of a past teenage babysitter. It also helps with his patrols sometimes when he has to talk to a child or something like that.

-‘M’ is for MORNINGS (how are mornings with them?

Leon likes to take his damn time in the morning and that’s why he’s always late to things. He’s faster on weekdays, but Leon takes extra long to get ready in the morning on weekends when you two don’t have any plans. He’s also pretty cuddly in the morning while he’s still groggy and half asleep.

-‘N’ is for NIGHTS (how are nights with them?)

Leon definitely has a whole skincare routine along with a hair routine he does every night before bed. He also uses those headband things while he does his skincare and then after does his hair routine. Leon also falls asleep super easily, he’d be out like a light in a second.

-‘O’ is for OPEN (how open are they about themselves?)

Leon was pretty awkward at the start like I said earlier. But as time went on he started to open up more about his feelings and for example his parents death. It probably takes about a month or two for him to start to open up to you since he probably has some trauma of someone betraying his trust before so he just wants to be extra careful.

-‘P’ is for PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?)

Leon is one of the most patient people ever. He will wait as long as you need for you to open up to him. You will never meet someone as patient as him.

-‘Q’ is for QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?)

Leon actually has pretty good memory. He’s good with faces but bad with names. He also remembers a good amount of small details you tell him, he’s also super attentive when you talk.

-‘R’ is for REMEMBER (what’s their favourite moment in the relationship?)

One of his favourite memories is when you two had your first kiss. Cheesy, I know. But Leon finds the first kiss such a special thing and you two definitely had your first kiss in a romantic and cute atmosphere. He was such a smily mess after it. Another one of his favourite memories was in the start of your relationship where you two were talking on the phone at like 1am and he was just talking about his interests all excited and you listed and asked questions time to time which made him even happier and talkier.

-‘S’ is for SECURITY (how protective are they?)

Leon isn’t really protective over you in a jealous way, but he will be there to protect you if you ask him to. He knows how to fight since he is a police officer after all.

-‘T’ is for TRY (how much effort are they putting into the relationship, dates and ect?)

Leon definitely has your anniversaries up in his calendar and you two go on a date when you have your anniversary. He also always remembers your birthday and gets you something on Valentine’s Day. He really cares about this relationship and doesn’t wanna mess it up so he always makes sure to put a lot of effort into the relationship.

-‘U’ is for UGLY (what’s a bad habit of theirs?)

Leon has a tendency to forget to take care of himself when he’s busy or just overwhelmed. He forgets to eat and even shower sometimes, and just taking care of himself in general. It would be good if you reminded him every once in a while and make or get him some food to eat, even a tiny snack or a bottle of water would be greatly appreciated.

-‘V’ is for VANITY (how insecure are they?)

Leon isn’t actually really insecure, just awkward really. His favourite part of himself is his eyes, but he doesn’t really have a least favourite part about himself. All in all, he isn’t very insecure.

-‘W’ is for WHOLE (do they feel whole without you?)

No and yes. It depends on how close you to are, and on why you aren’t around at the moment. If he or you are just at work, or don’t live together he’ll miss you but he doesn’t feel incomplete. But if you’re gone for a long time for a trip or something, he’ll start missing you a lot and Leon’s gonna send you a lot of text to check if you’re okay and stuff. But If you leave him for good or he leaves you. It really depends on how close you two were. If you had a close relationship or friendship, he’ll definitely miss you. But if you weren’t that close, he’d still miss you but he’d probably get over it at some point.

-‘X’ is for XTRA (extra headcanons about them)

Leon loves it when you play with his hair, but he doesn’t admit it straight up. He’d just subtly hint at loving it. He 100% uses lip balm, have you seen his lips in the game? It’s just proof he uses it every day. The lip balm is also like a raspberry tasting one. Leon can’t handle spicy food in the slightest. Give him anything relatively spicy and he cannot handle it.

-‘Y’ is for YUCK (what can they not stand?)

A big ick for Leon is bad smells. Sorry not sorry. He doesn’t like them, at all. A big part of this is the fact he had to witnesses his family’s death, but just in general he doesn’t like them. That’s also why he always somehow smells good. (except like after working out bc ppl sweat bro) He uses those good smelling brands too.

-‘Z’ is for ZLEEP (how is to sleep with them?)

Bro is basically a living heater while sleeping. Leon is also the type of guy who just physically cannot sleep without a blanket on, he just can’t. Even if it gets too hot for him he will not and cannot sleep without a blanket on. He’s also a super heavy sleeper. Leon’s the guy in the sleepover who has like ten alarms in for him to wake up and he wakes up to none of them and proceeds to wake up everyone else with me. He wouldn’t even wake up if a while bomb fell down, he just wouldn’t.

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re4 ! leon kennedy x gn reader [they / them]

sypnosis: leon finds a box tucked away in his closet filled with polaroids of him and his first partner, [name]. (meant to be viewed as romantic / ex-lovers)

the lowercase is intentional !

- warnings: character death, zombies & other, typical resident evil stuff.

packing up for spain, leon happened to find a box in his closet. it was old, pushed away to the corner and pretty dusty. leon couldn't even guess what was inside of there. it just seemed so.. old and out of place.

curious, leon pulled the box out of the closet and he decided to open it. surely, nothing bad could be inside it. he's seen zombies and infected, and there was no way one of those things could fit in such a small box.

leon wiped off the top of the box to get some of the dust off of it. "memories of 1996-1998" leon murmured as he read what was written on the box in sharpie.

leon was confused, to say the least. he never remembered having such a box. but then again that was probably because it was tucked away, never to be seen again after he went away for government training.

of course, leon was curious. he thought that the box could do no harm, after all it did say it was just about memories. perhaps it was just random trinkets from those 6, 8 years ago. surely it was no harm.

the man cautiously opened the box, putting the lid of it to the side. immediately, he saw some polaroids and even a polaroid camera. there also seemed to be some sort of dog plush tucked away in the corner of the box.

leon couldn't remember any of the contents of the box. maybe it was due to all the trauma he faced in racoon city that made him forget? or was it the intense training he recieved that made him forget silly things like those inside the box?

soon enough, the contents of the box were emptied and littered across leon's bedroom floor. there were piles of polaroids now laying there, each telling a different story. leon had to take a closer look. he had to find out why this box was in his possession in the first place.

leon's eyes trace over each photo. they seemed to be either of himself, another person or himself and this mysterious person. some of the photos had captions and writings at the bottom, yet some others didn't.

leon's hand lingers over one specific photo. with a little bit of hesitation, he picks it up and scans its contents. he hopes to get some sort of recognition about what's going on inside the polaroid.

"first date. 17/09/1996." is what the caption on the photo reads. there's no significance to leon about the date yet, but there's some sort of familiarity about it lingering in the back of his mind.

two people are smiling in the photo, standing infront of what seemed like a movie theatre. leon was holding some popcorn in his hands, whilst the other person was holding some drinks. the polaroid was blurry, but there was a blush on leon's cheeks at the time the photo was taken.

leon smiled at himself. the photo was quite heartwarming and it helped him take his mind off the mission he was going to face soon.

yet, leon still couldn't remember the person in these photos. he hoped looking at a few more would jog his memory.

leon's fingers grazed over another photo. it happened to be photo taken from leon's birthday in 1997. the anxiety leon felt was rising, but he didn't know why. he still couldn't recognise the other person in the photo, but his stomach still churned as he looked at them.

leon is sat at a table in the picture. it's his 20th birthday and there's a cake infront of him with a candle reading his age. the person was leaning over to leon, giving the birthday boy a kiss on the cheek.

a sigh escaped from leon's lips as he smiled at the picture. he shook his head as he thought about the times before everything. the times before umbrella corp, the times before the zombies and the t-virus and the times before he became a cop.

leon still couldn't remember who his other person was. they were becoming more and more familiar but he couldn't put a name on them.

it was clear they were an important part of leon's life. or, well, leon's past life. when he was somewhat happier than he is now.

the way leon smiled in the photos, blushed, shared kisses or laughs with the other person.. leon started to miss it. he definitely had a blast those 6, 8 years ago, when his mind was still innocent and not tainted by the horrors that he saw.

leon decided to pick up another polaroid. this time, it was one just of the person. it happened to be that leon took this one of the person.

they were smiling at the camera, posing slightly and overall having a good time. leon couldn't help but smile back, imagining that he was also in the picture with them.

then, leon read the caption. it wasn't anything much, but it was a short and sweet caption.

"i love you, [name]." leon read from the polaroid. "17/09/1997". it seemed to be that the photo was from leon and [name]'s 1st year anniversary.

[name].. the name rung a bell in leon's mind. well, of course it did. it had to. the two dated for 2 years and leon is now pretty certain that [name] was his first partner.

but suddenly.. leon's face drops. he finally realises who [name] is, or really, what happened to them. he knew who [name] was anyway, but it seemed as if his mind was blocking off everything that happened to them because of the trauma leon had faced. but he remembered.

leon remembered the screams of agony, the pain, the copius amounts of blood he saw pouring out from them.

leon killed [name].

it wasn't his choice, really. it was more of a last wish from [name]. their last words.

"kill me, leon. save me from this torture. i don't want to turn you too." were the sobs that fell from [name]'s mouth as they pleaded for leon to shoot them.

how did leon forget about such a pivotal moment in his life? he had forgotten about his first love, his best friend, his everything.

"oh god.." leon mumbled to himself as he remembered everything. he scowered to clean everything up.

he realised why he didn't know this box existed in the first place. his mind purposely blocked everything out so it could save him from the memories and the pain.

[name] was infected, and leon was the only one around. leon had to shoot them to save himself, and he did.

leon knows he did the right thing, but it still hurts. he carries guilt and weight that was buried until now, having resurfaced due to some polaroids.

frantically, leon put all the photos back into the box before he put the box back into his closet. he wiped his face, not realising that a few tears had fallen during his trip down memory lane.

leon sighs and he closes his closet, turning away from it. he continues to put everything into his suitcase, ready to go to spain.

he hopes nothing bad will happen, but his hopes are too high. there was no way that rescuing the president's daughter in an area of spain where people have been going missing will go well...

at least leon has the memories of [name], even if he was trying to forget them and had successfully done so for years. but now he could think of the photos, and try not to think of the zombies and the guilt he had.

leon sighed, yet again. he got up and left his home. it was time for a new mission...

☆ author's note: hope you guys like this! i'm actually quite proud of this. decided to make it gn reader as the reader's pronouns and stuff aren't really mentioned so i thought why not let everyone read. please keep requests coming !

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