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Death Island!Leon Kennedy blurb
Leon with his stupid tactical belt…
You’re straddling his lap in his stupidly expensive car that you love to tease him about. Your lips already swollen from all the kisses he gave you.
Leon's breath hitched as your slender fingers fumbled with his belt. Your hips wiggling in his lap as you tried to undo the buckle. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he watched you through hooded eyes. Leon admired the determination on your face and the way your tongue poked out slightly in concentration.
"Need some help, baby?" he murmured, his voice a low rasp. His hands covered yours, guiding your trembling fingers as he undid the tactical belt with practiced ease. The belt gave way, allowing him to shimmy his cargo pants down to his thighs.
Leon chuckled lowly, as he tugged your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb. "Aww, is that a pout I see? So cute..." he teased, his voice a low rumble "Baby, a tactical belt might be hard to get into, but it's worth it. Keeps my pants up and my gun secure. Plus..."
He leaned in, his stubbled jaw rasping against your soft skin as he spoke directly into your ear. "It gives me an excuse to tease you, to watch you get frustrated and adorably flustered trying to get at my cock."
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Gif by @leonkenedy ‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹ The door clicked shut behind you, as your eyes swept the quiet space of your shared apartment. Your jaw tightened the moment you spotted him; His face was flushed and his hair stuck up in a dozen different directions. His shirt was nowhere to be seen, leaving his chest on display, a light brush of dark hair scattered across soft, sweaty skin that rose and fell with each slow breath. Those blue eyes were glassy and unfocused when they finally found you, blinking slowly.
"Baby," he slurred, trying to push himself upright and nearly toppling sideways off the couch. "You're home."
You didn't answer him before you kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the bedroom, your silence louder than anything you could have yelled at him in that moment. You'd had talks with him about overdoing it, you know that it is hard for him but you don’t know how many times you told him that you get worried when he uses alcohol to drown out whatever demons were chasing him.
"Wait, wait—" His footsteps stumbled behind you, uneven and clumsy, knocking into the furniture and almost tripping on the edge of the carpet. "Don't... don't be mad. Please don't be mad."
You ignored him, yanking open a drawer to grab an oversized t-shirt, you’d just wanted to come home and sleep after a rough day at work but it seems Leon was trying to make it difficult. you changed quickly, not even bothering to acknowledge his presence as he hovered in the doorway like the saddest kicked puppy you’ve ever seen, those blue eyes glassy and wide.
"Baby, c'mon," Leon whined his voice pitching higher with desperation. "Talk to me. Please?"
You continued to ignore him as you pulled the duvet back before you sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, staring at the wall while you waited. He shuffled closer, and you could smell the whiskey on him, could hear the slight hitch in his breathing that meant he was working himself up. He quickly sank to his knees at your feet, hands coming to rest on your thighs with a touch so gentle it almost broke your resolve to ignore him.
"Please," he breathed, fingers flexing against your skin. "M’sorry Please let me touch you. Need to—need you so bad."
You exhaled through your nose, still not looking at him. "This isn't fair, baby. You made me mad and you're drunk."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry—" His words tumbled over each other as he pressed his face against your stomach, arms wrapping around your waist. He made a needy and desperate sound as he pulled you closer nuzzling into you. "Please. Just... please."
God, he really was impossible sometimes. Your hand found it way to his hair despite your anger and reluctance to engage with him while he was drunk, fingers running through the soft strands. "Fine, but we are talking about this when your sober…"
Leon nodded as fast as he could in his drunken state before he let out a shuddering gasp as he crawled up your body with all the coordination of a newborn fawn. His hands were everywhere, sliding under your shirt, pushing it up and bunching it above your breasts as you leaned back to watch him. Then he was settling between your thighs, his cock through his sweatpants pressed against the thin cotton of your panties.
"Fuck, fuck—" Leon's face buries in your hair, his hips already rolling, grinding himself against the cotton barrier between you. "Love you, love you so much. M’sorry—"
You reach up wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close. His whiskey soaked breath comes in fast hot pants against your scalp, each exhale ruffling your hair. The drag of his cock against your clothed pussy making you bite your lip despite your lingering irritation.
"You're so—god, you're so—" His words dissolve into incoherent mumbling, punctuated by breathy gasps and moans. "Love you, need you, fuck—"
Leon's mouth finds its way to your chest, nuzzling against the soft curve of your breast, his stubble rough against the soft skin. His lips are sloppy and wet, his tongue drags a messy path across your nipple, leaving a trail of dampness as he mouths at you like a slobbering dog.
"Mmm—" His mouth is everywhere, sloppy kisses and broad strokes of his tongue that leave your breast glistening with his saliva. When he pulls back just slightly, a thin string of spit connects his swollen lips to your nipple, catching in the low light of the bedside lamp.
"Baby—" he slurs against your skin, breath hot and damp. His eyes are half-lidded and unfocused, fixed on your chest with a love drunk look. "So pretty, so fucking—"
He dives back in, mouth opening wide against the curve of your breast, tongue laving over your nipple again. The sounds are filthy and wet, accompanied by his muffled whines and the occasional scrape of his teeth. He nuzzles his cheek against you, the rough stubble dragging across your breast, smearing saliva across your skin, lips parting to suck lazily.
"Leon—" You moan, and he groans in response before his mouth moves to your other breast, leaving the first one wet and cooling in the cold air. He leaves more sloppy kisses, drool gathering at the corner of his lips as he works himself into a messy frenzy. Strings of saliva connect him to you, stretch and break, only to form again as he laps at your skin.
"Love these," he mumbles wetly, mouth full of you. "Love you. Taste so good—" before he looks into your eyes, blue eyes hazy, lids heavy as he surges up to kiss you in the same frantic and messy way.
His movements below his waist grow more erratic, hips stuttering against yours. You can hear the way his breathing becomes heavy and uneven as he gets closer and closer to his the edge of his release. He whines against your lips, the sound muffled between clumsy and wet kisses that taste of whiskey, you feel like you could get drunk off just his kisses.
"Gonna. Oh fuck, I'm—" he mumbles before Leon's whole body goes stiff, and then he’s trembling violently as he grinds down one final time against your clit, you bite your lip to stop the moan from slipping out. He groans against your mouth as he spills in his sweatpants, the warmth of it seeping through his pants to dampen your cotton panties, a silver slick strand connecting the two of you.
He collapses onto you panting, face buried in your neck, nuzzling into your hair as the aftershocks of his release roll over him in waves. "Love you," he slurs one more time, under his breath as he pulls you closer to him.
Your fingers thread through his dark strands, cupping the back of his head as his breathing slowly evens out against your neck.
‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹ I love sloppy drunk vendetta Leon, my feral tom cat...
Pairing: Vendetta Leon Kennedy x female reader
Summary: You're struggling to climax, but when Leon hears his name being called he's eager to help.
Word count: 2,865
Notes: Not related to my other neighbor fics. The trope is just a guilty pleasure and I didn't know how else to make this work. Dividers by @cursed-carmine
Warnings: smut, fingering, female masturbation, pervy Leon, oral sex (female receiving)
You know this is wrong and stupid. You live in a tiny apartment, and the man you're thinking of lives next door. Not in a house next door. No, in the same freaking apartment complex. You've been so horny lately, and it's absolutely terrible. Usually, you have a grip on yourself. You don't know if it's because of the rugged, emo-looking man you're crushing on or ovulation. But something is definitely driving you crazy.
Your fingers are slick with your arousal in the private darkness of your bedroom. You try to focus on the things that tend to get you off. Images flash before your eyes, memories of Leon, his voice echoes in your mind, and it makes you whine. You're flushed with guilt and embarrassment over masturbating to a good friend. He deserves better.
You groan in frustration, reaching for the vibrator stashed under your bed. It feels heavenly, and it makes your moans grow louder. But it's still not enough. It's been hours since you started. Hands on all your pleasure points. Fantasies running wild. Different positions and still nothing. All you get is dizziness and soaked fingers.
Finally, you just flop on your back in defeat. A loud noise of frustration rips out of your throat. But then, you just curl onto your side and cry. You feel guilty, disappointed, and empty. You just want an orgasm. But no matter what you did, you couldn't get there. Maybe you're damaged goods. Maybe you'll never orgasm again.
Leon couldn't sleep. It was nothing new. The nightmares and waking up in a cold sweat were nothing new. What was new was hearing his name through the apartment's thin ass wall.
You lived on the other side of the concrete. You were one of the nicest neighbors he ever had and hands down the most gorgeous. He sat up, a little ashamed but not enough, as he pressed his ear to the wall.
He heard your pretty voice calling his name again, creaking bed springs, and the rasp of sheets. A groan slipped free from him and his fingers itched to ease the ache growing in his boxers. Like an absolute pervert, he continued listening.
His eyes closed as he savored the hushed whines and his name being sung. But it came to an abrupt stop and he was ashamed to open his eyes to see he'd slid his hand into his boxers. Frowning in disgust with himself, he let go and dropped his hand back down to his side.
He heard a frustrated growl and then crying through the wall. He slouched against his headboard with you on the other side and just listened. His heart ached to hear you cry, but he was also confused. Why were you upset? Why were you calling his name? Did you like him like that? Did you make a mess? Wait, did you even orgasm?
He racked his brain, trying to remember if he heard anything that resembled a release. Maybe you came quietly. But he doesn't think so. He shook his head and ran a hard through his disheveled hair. What difference does it make? It's none of his business.
Leon tried with every ounce of his self-control and strength to not think about that night. Yet, it was basically impossible with you living right next door. He'd see you coming back from work or hear the TV playing.
He knew at night that you were sleeping on the other side of the wall. He'd force earbuds into his ears because he was afraid of hearing your sweet moans again and facing how it affected his dick. Just recalling that night is bad enough.
The day had been extremely long, but today actually turned out alright. You sighed deeply in the elevator of your apartment and ran a hand through your tousled hair. It felt good to know you had the next two days off. What a relief. You still had a few chores on your mind, but maybe you'd treat yourself to a bath.
The large, thick elevator doors slide open with a rattling clang, and you stepped out as quickly as possible. A slight grimace is on your face when Leon appears in the corner of your eye. His hand is on the door to his own apartment space.
The sight of him knots your stomach and heats up your neck. Guilt gnaws at you because you've attempted more than once to orgasm while fantasizing about the man. It's embarrassing and lame. Plus, he probably doesn't even like you. "Hey," his talking brings an end to the weird staring contest you two were stuck in.
"Hi." Your reply is stilted and painfully awkward. You start walking towards your door, that's to the left of him. Your fingers fiddle with your keys, eyes locked on the door and not the fine specimen you wanna pounce on.
"Hey, I was wondering. You wanna get a drink or something?" His smooth voice reaches your ears. You bite your lip, considering your options before raising your gaze to him. You really just wanted to be alone and decompress in the comfort of your home. But. It's Leon asking to spend time with you. That's too good to pass up.
"Yeah, I'd love to. I just don't really do alcohol." You laugh softly, offering a friendly smile along with it. His perfectly defined shoulders shrug, "I got chocolate milk at my place." You laugh, slightly shaking your head. Leon just smirks, proud of himself, and opens his door wide as an invitation.
You slip your shoes off near his door, gently dropping your purse down next to them and slipping your phone in your pocket. Leon's already in his small kitchen, pouring you a drink. When you make your way over, he passes the glass to you. His calloused fingers graze yours, causing heat to shoot up your arm. His blue eyes are stuck on you, caressing, as they roam freely over your form.
You wore a skirt today and a deep cut blouse. It was just for work. But he seems to like it. You lick your lips before mumbling a 'thank you' for the tasty drink.
Things escalate from there. You both end up on his sofa, chocolate milk drifting into other drinks late into the night. The conversation becomes more deep and vulnerable. It's so late, and you thought you'd reward his opening up tonight with one of your most private frustrations.
"I haven't orgasmed in months." You blurt out, voice even before taking another sip from your glass. Leon chokes, and his body bends over from the weight of his resulting coughs. His cheeks and ears are bright red. When his eyes meet yours, he's rubbing his chest, hoping to recover.
Oh, so you hadn't come that night. He knows he shouldn't have been thinking about it, but it came to mind so frequently. "Um, I'm sorry." His reply feels so mediocre, but appropriate. When all he really wants to do is offer to help you. Would you say yes? Would you want his hands and mouth on you? Was he even good enough to take you there?
"Is what it is." You laugh with a shrug of your shoulders. But he hears the hitch in your throat and the subtle way you wipe at your eyes. This has clearly been bothering you, and he heard you that night falling apart. No, screw being proper.
"I can help." Leon speaks up, placing his drink down and shifting to the edge of his sofa. His body is angled towards yours exactly where you're curled up.
"What?" You ask, wide-eyed and nearly choking on your drink. He takes in how flustered you appear and the way your body shifts. "You don't have to do that. We're friends, and uh . . .I probably won't come." An awkward silence falls, and then you freak out.
"Not that I think you can't make a woman orgasm! I'm not saying that. I'm sure you're great at . . ." You rave on, arms flying as you try you to explain yourself. You look so dang cute, the weak lamp painting your face in a warm glow. Your pretty eyes wide and set on him.
He should probably stop himself, but he doesn't want to. He can be selfish once in a while, right? His warm, calloused hand finds your burning cheek, and his lips land on yours. He holds it there before gently sucking on your bottom lip. "Let me help," he mumbles against your chapped skin.
Your breaths are quickening already, and your cheek has somehow grown ten times hotter under his palm. "Are you sure? It's not your problem." You whisper, timid and unsure. He wants to ruin you for anyone else. What kind of man does that make him?
He wants to see you go wild, lose all inhibitions, and only crave him. He wants to see what he only got to hear that night. The thought alone has him hot under the collar. "I've never been more sure about anything," he calls your name, causing you to shiver. "I'm not kidding. I wanna help. I want to see you come." He bites down on your bottom lip and pulls, a low groan escaping him.
You whimper in response, tiny and almost unnoticeable. Your hands are hesitant as they meet his chest. He deepens the kiss and nearly purrs in satisfaction when your hand slides up into his hair. It just gets better when he sweeps you up into his lap, and you gasp.
Your full weight on him is delicious, and his hands wander over you. Leon explores, learning your curves and studying every little jerk of your body. He's completely fixated on you and how to pleasure you. It's his own personal mission, and he's not sleeping until he's successful.
No moans or whines leave your lips. It's just heavy breathing and his escaped grunts. Both of you make out on his boring sofa, his hands trace your body and squeeze your hips. You give shy little hip jerks, obviously hungry for the connection, but maybe still fearing for the friendship.
His hands slide down and grasp your rear end. He hears your gasp, and it makes him preen with pride. "You like that?" Leon nuzzles into your neck, placing a disorienting kiss on your skin. "You just need someone grabbing at you?" His calloused hands start kneading your ass, teasing you further.
Your hands fist in the back of his shirt, seemingly scared to lose yourself. It's got him worried that he's doing this wrong. He pulls back, "I need you to look at me. Can you do that?" He asks softly with your name tenderly attached.
Leon hears a slight wince, and then those captivating eyes are meeting his. "Do you want this? Because if you do, I need you to trust me. You're still trying to stay in control, and that's not gonna do you any favors if you want an orgasm." You flush all over, burning up something fierce. To be fair, he's never talked about these things with you. It must be a bit much at the moment, but he's not playing. Not with something this important or someone as wonderful as you.
You take a deep breath and nod, a more determined light taking hold. "I want this, and I trust you." His chest swells, some manly primitive instinct to take care of you overtakes him. He stands up, and your legs automatically lock around his waist.
"You ready to have fun?" Leon teases with a pinch to your butt and a kiss on your cheek. You startle from the pinch and give him a disapproving look.
"I don't know. You're not a very fun person." You deadpan with zero emotion in your eyes. Now, he's the one frowning.
"I'm very fun." He states before throwing you on his bed with a slight grunt. Then, his lips are back to devouring yours, hands slipping under your top.
Your control slips as he gives you no chance to grasp onto a single thought. He's all in, sucking on your neck until he hears a moan that you can't hold in. Leon starts dragging up your blouse, nice and slow, just in case you wanna back out. Plus, it's fun to tease you.
A deep rumble sounds from his chest as he sees you. Your gorgeous skin and curves that he's never laid eyes on. "Shit, you look good. What should I take off next?" His heart is pounding with excitement. It's been too long since he got to enjoy a woman, and he's been dreaming of you too damn long.
Your breathing is weighed down, chest rising and falling in a hypnotizing rhythm. He sees anxiety in your eyes but also intense lust. "All of it," you whisper in a sultry tone Leon didn't know you had.
He curses under his breath, dick coming to life in his jeans. He dives right in, ripping off the rest until you're naked in his bed. He hears you breathing hard, legs close together, and hands inching towards your feminine assests to cover up.
"That won't do." He growls, long fingers wrapping around your wrists.
"Leon," you whine in clear irritation. He tsks at you and pins your wrists down above your head.
"You wanna come, don't you?" His body sinks into you slowly, his teasing words hot on your ear. Leon doesn't wait for a reply. No, he goes right back to sucking on you like his favorite dessert. Filthy mouth on your neck, shoulders, and tits.
"I'm gonna let go of your wrists. No hiding. You hear me?" His pretty head is tilted, and his sharp blue eyes seek yours. You nod, but he ain't having it. "I need to hear you."
You roll your eyes at him, and a grin breaks out over his handsome face. "Yes, sir." He hums in delight like the cat that got the cream. His dick twitches, obviously liking the title.
"Good." He gives a firm nod and slides down your body. His hands run all over you, and his sinful lips meet yours. You clasp onto his back when his fingers inch towards your sweet cunt.
Leon groans, and you gasp as he explores your folds. Rubbing along petals and seeking out heat. "You're so perfect," he mumbles before his lips drift off to your jaw. "Can't believe you've been hiding this from me."
It goes on like this, his fingers becoming bolder. They slip inside you, two nimble fingers, while his thumb brushes over your pretty little rosebud. You're shaking under him, hands fisted in his shirt, and arousal soaking his hand. But no noise from you.
He finally comes up for air with furrowed brows. “Are you stifling your noises? There's no point. I already heard you.” Leon states plainly, fingers slowing yet trying to get deeper.
"What?" You stammer in a question, and he's happy to see you enjoying yourself.
“Yeah, you were calling my name.” He rumbles, smug with a little smile.
“Leon,” you call out. First, in annoyance, but then it eases into bliss. He must have hit a very special spot inside you. His free hand comes up and begins kneading your breast.
“Yeah, just like that." He rasps, dark and arousing. He keeps it up, drowning you in pleasurable sensations. This time, you're extremely vocal. But still no release. You weren't kidding when you said you were struggling to orgasm.
"Leon, it's not working. I'm so close, but it's not happening." Your chin is wobbling, and tears are sparkling in the corner of your eyes. You're grasping at him wildly, hips arched off his bed.
He kisses your forehead, "it's alright. Let's try something else, baby." He spreads you open and readjusts. He's planted on the bed with your legs on his shoulders. He nudges into your folds, breathing you in and groaning.
A whimper escapes your kiss-swollen lips. You prop yourself up, fingers threading through his lush hair. You cry out his name, panting as he makes out with your cunt. He's digging into your thighs and his tongue is making love to you.
Fingers slide into your scorching center and your back bows so beautifully. His stubble is scrapping along your inner thighs and his nose hitting your clit. His name becomes a chant and your hips rock into his face.
You finally orgasm, back arched gracefully, and head thrown back. You flood his mouth, and he nearly comes in his pants. You sound so goddamn good and taste like nirvana.
There's no way this will be the only time. And if he has any say in it, no one else will ever be tasting you but him. He sits up, breathing hard and wiping at his mouth. Leon smiles, seeing you flushed with a gentle look in your eyes.
"Hold your applause, baby." You frown at his smugness whether it's warranted or not. "I wanna get one more from you." And it gives him an even bigger ego when, later that night, you're coming on his tongue once again.
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So, uh . . .Yeah, this happened. I feel like this one's a bit out there. But I hope y'all vibed with it. This took me weeks to write. 😅
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first mission after your daughter was born
✦ can be any leon but i had re9 in mind
outside your hospital room, faint conversations and rushed footsteps can be heard. inside, calm fills the room, silence except the small noises of your new born babygirl.
your body still aches a little bit from labour, your head rests against the soft pillow of the hospital and your hands on top of your still swollen belly. so you really appreciate the silence after all.
leon has been holding her for the entire night, telling you that ¨you need to rest¨ which is true, but he also doesn’t want to place her on her crib.
she shifts slightly on leon’s arms, grabbing gently her father’s thumb, making leon smile softly.
his shoulders are tense, way too tense. he can’t stop thinking ¨what if i drop her¨ or ¨what if i hold her too hard¨ your baby doesn’t seem to care, she’s too comfortable and too fast asleep.
you know your husband, he’s always beating himself up trying to make everything perfect and your daughter is no exception.
¨leon, you won’t drop her.¨
leon shakes his head smiling as he makes his way to you, sitting down on the small couch next to your bed.
you glance over at your babygirl. she looks so peaceful, curled up against leon’s chest with her tiny hands grabbing his shirt. since the doctors told you the parents heartbeat shootes the baby he’s been doing it non-stop.
¨she’s… she’s so tiny¨ leon looks at you, his eyebrows are soft.
¨yes, she is¨ you whisper smiling softly at her sight.
leon’s hand brushes against your cheek, caressing it softly. he tucks back a strand of your hair that has fallen off your messy bun
¨i can’t believe she’s finally here… after everything.¨
you smile at him, cupping his face with your hands. as best as you can, trying to ignore the small pain down your abdomen, you lean over to give him a soft kiss.
✦
a peaceful routine soon takes over your days. you and leon enjoy the non rushable pace of your lives, leon especially.
when you’re cooking dinner he’d be in the living room with her. you have told leon multiple times to place her in the small baby hammock you got for her. yet, whenever you’re back from the kitchen, the hammock will be empty and leon’s arm will be busy, rocking his daughter gently.
¨she’s more comfortable.¨ he says.
right…
at night, leon’s favourite routine.
you’re standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for bed. you brush your hair gently, but your eyes wander to leon. he is sitting down at the edge of the bed, next to the baby crib. talking to her like she understands every word her father say.
¨when i met your mom, she was the best thing that ever happened to me… now, you’re too.¨ his fingers brush against her tiny hands. ¨you’re so small. don’t rush up growing, yeah?¨
yet, calm is never eternal. especially to leon with his demanding job.
it was another normal day, morning spring unfolding like always.
you just finished your breakfast and you’re dressing up your baby to go on a nice walk outside. sun is out and the weather is perfect.
leon is still finishing his coffee, watching you from the door frame.
¨green suits you perfectly, baby.¨ you lean in and place a small kiss on your baby’s belly making her laugh ¨yes, it does.¨ you smile when your heard her small chuckles.
you take her into your arms, she’s been growing so fast you miss when she was just a small baby. you place at least, a thousand kisses all over her face before turning to leon.
¨right, daddy? doesn’t green suit her?¨ you say as you make your way to leon which is smiling like an idiot at the sight.
¨of course it does. she’s the prettiest girl in the whole world.¨ he kisses her cheek making her squirm and his beard tickles her soft cheek.
the sound of leon’s phone cuts through the moment, startling your baby, making her cry a little.
¨shh- honey, it’s okay…¨ you say rocking her softly walking outside the room.
leon answers his phone, yet he wish he never did.
the voice on the other end cuts through his paternal leave, his calm and his time with you both.
¨we need you tomorrow for an emergency mission.¨ and with that the call ends.
leon sets down the phone at the small coffee table. harsh, almost breaking his phone and the table.
¨you’ve got to be shitting me..¨
that night, leon would be on his usual spot, whispering promises to his daughter.
¨i don’t want to leave you and your mother alone… christ, you’re only 2 months old, how can they-¨ he cuts himself mid sentence, feeling anger creeping up.
you walk over to him and sit down right beside him, grabbing his free arm. he’s sitting down next to her crib, his left arm rest on the edge of the crib.
¨i’ll be home before you even notice, babygirl. i promise.¨ he says, trying to convince himself more than her.
he gets up and places a small kiss on her forehead. leon sits back down, letting out a long and tired sigh as he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to hug you and buries his face in your neck.
¨i’ll be home soon, baby. call me if anything goes wrong and i’ll be here on a heartbeat, alright?¨ he whispers against your neck, placing a soft kiss there.
he’s not the crying type, but tonight, he feels like he’s about to break.
¨i love you both so much.¨
¨we love you too, leon.¨
✦
leon has been gone for a little bit over three weeks now. he’s counting the days to get back home.
it’s nighttime, rain pouring over his tent.
is his watch so his minds wanders even more than when he’s on the combat field.
soon, his daughter will be three months old and he won’t be able to be there.
his rifle rests in his arms, his gun feels heavy. this isn’t what his arms are supposed to carry. all he thinks about is his babygirl, sleeping in his arms, curled up against his chest as he stares at her for hours.
his chest tightens at the thought of both of you, his whole world now, making him shift on his seat.
his thoughts are cut off at the buzzing of his phone in his pocket.
rain pours against your house as you place your babygirl in your bed. she’s been restless ever since leon left. a warm bubbly bath with lavender baby soap has been helping her to sleep a little bit more.
you let out a long sigh dressing her in her cute brown pajamas with bears on it. since leon left the house it has fallen in this awful silence and melancholic atmosphere.
you’d often find yourself talking more to your baby so that the silence is not too much. folding clothes that don’t need folding. cleaning the same area twice. and even sleeping on leon’s side of the bed.
your daughter has been missing him too. not being able to fall asleep as soon as she would when leon talks to her. crying more easily. reaching towards the door when she hears small noises outside.
you take your baby into your arms, rocking her gently as you look out your bedroom window. she coos lightly and grips your hoodie lightly, it’s actually leon’s but putting it on makes you feel closer to him.
¨you miss daddy, don’t you, baby?¨ you hug her softly.
you glance down at her, she has her eyes closed and her pacifier twitches softly. she looks like leon, even as a baby. her hair is lighter than leon’s dirty blonde and her eyes are like his icy blue color.
you look down at her little pajamas pants, which rest above her ankles. you smile softly. happy because she’s growing but sad because leon is not here to experience.
¨you’re growing so fast… tomorrow we have to go get you new clothes. you’re going to be 3 months old¨
you snap a pic of your baby grasping his hoodie and send it to leon.
¨missing you.¨
next day, late afternoon you decide to snap a picture of your baby and send it to leon with her new clothes on.
¨i think yellow suits her too.¨
leon’s phone buzzes as he finishes today’s report.
his heart bounces lightly and the sight of his baby. he smiles but soon notices the new shirt she has on.
¨new clothes?¨
you smile softly before typing back.
¨she’s growing so fast.¨
leon zooms back into the pic. his daughter looks more awake, gummy smile appearing more often and clothes that actually fit her.
the grip on his phone tightens slightly, realizing growth happens even when he’s not there.
✦
leon steps through the main door, setting his bag down on the floor.
you stand there, tight chest and tears threatening to come out the second leon’s arms embrace you in a soft hug. it’s not the first time he’s gone but this time it hits you harder.
his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. leon feels floating, like a dream. all the times during the mission were he felt he wasn’t going to make it start to catch up to him.
feeling the knot at the end of his throat, tears building up slowly in his eyes.
¨i’ve missed you both so much¨ he mutters against your lips. ¨are you both okay?¨
¨we’ve missed you too… yes, we’re okay.¨
leon’s finally home and back in his usual spot at nighttime.
he doesn’t care if it’s like 4 am and he needs to rest, he will stare at his daughter until she’s awake.
he notices how she’s a bit bigger and of her little feet peak at the end of her little blanket. his jaw tenses, thinking he hasn’t been there when his daughter is growing up, even if it was for a brief time.
¨im here, babygirl. i told you i’ll get back to you, didn’t i?¨
pic credit to IsaDhax on X!
hey divas, girl dad leon has permanently altered my brain chemistry.
also i finished playing re6 leon campaing and he's so fine oml so expect more of him.

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Leon S. Kennedy
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x f!Reader
Summary: Leon wants to have a daughter more than anything, but it seems that the cards aren't in his favor.
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, Lactation Kink, Breeding Kink, Creampie
He knows it’s wrong to have a preference, but Leon wants a daughter more than anything. Since the moment he found out you were expecting, he’s been praying to some divine power for a daughter. For what feels like his whole life, he’s been preparing to be the best girl dad to his little girl.
But the universe has a funny way of doing things. The one thing Leon desires more than anything is the one thing he can’t obtain. It feels nearly impossible as he tries to get his third son to fall asleep.
“Boys! The baby needs to sleep, be quiet!” Leon yells, though his voice is not loud enough to overshadow the screaming boys. They’re probably beating each other up but Leon doesn’t even have the energy to stop that anymore. If anything the little shits might drag the baby into the fight as well.
Cherish
Older! Leon x Bunny Fem! Reader
warnings: 18+, p in v, slight daddy kink, praise
summary: He watches for a while, analyzing and comparing how your face contorts with each sigh that escapes your lips. He picks up the speed at which our fingers move, the circles they make, and how your chest rises and falls. He wouldn’t mind painting this.
words: 1.8k
a/n: i yearn for down bad, filthy Leon, do you? (rhetorical question), enjoy!!!
Coming Home to You - Leon Kennedy x Wife! reader
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𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 : FLUFF ONE SHOT! Leon returns home after a long mission, finding comfort in quiet moments, soft kisses, and the one person who makes it all worth it.
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A/N : Yes I take requests and yes I also write a lot about Leon and soon other characters. NEW WRITER 💜
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🎧 - Do I wanna know? - Hozier
THIRD PERSON
coming home to you —
Leon rubs the back of his neck, the tension still sitting heavy in his shoulders.
It had been one of those days.
The kind that lingered.
The kind that followed you home.
But even through the exhaustion, through the dull ache in his bones and the quiet noise in his head, one thought had stayed constant since this morning—
You.
The image of you still half-asleep, eyes barely open as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before leaving. The way you’d hummed in response, instinctively leaning into him even in your sleep.
He had stood there for a second longer than he should have.
Just looking at you.
Making a silent promise he never said out loud—
I’ll come back to you.
He always did.
No matter how long the mission.
No matter how dangerous it got.
Because coming home to you wasn’t just something he wanted.
It was something he needed.
He hated the nights he couldn’t.
Hated the cold, sterile feeling of staying overnight at the DSO. The quiet that didn’t feel like peace—just absence.
He’d call you every time.
Without fail.
And every time, it was the same.
The way you’d answer just a little too quickly.
The soft exhale of relief when you heard his voice.
“…you’re okay,” you’d whisper.
And it always did something to him.
Grounded him.
But then—
There was always that small pause after.
That tiny shift in your tone.
“…stay safe.”
He’d huff, leaning back in whatever uncomfortable chair he’d claimed for the night.
“Really? I was actually planning on doing something stupid.”
And just like that—
You’d laugh.
Soft. Warm. Familiar.
His favorite sound in the world.
Coming home to you… it fixed something in him.
Every doubt he ever carried.
Every memory that tried to drag him backward.
Every moment he questioned if he deserved any of this—
You answered it without even trying.
You always had.
Marriage wasn’t perfect.
It wasn’t supposed to be.
There were long nights. Quiet disagreements. Moments where words didn’t come out right.
But even then—
There was never a moment where he wished it was with anyone else.
Not once.
Because loving you?
That part was easy.
—
The door clicked softly as Leon stepped inside.
Warmth greeted him instantly.
Not just from the house—
From home.
The smell hit him first.
Tomato sauce. Garlic. Something simmering low and steady.
He exhaled quietly, shoulders dropping just a little.
He was right on time.
He closed the door behind him gently, careful out of habit more than necessity.
You didn’t hear him.
Of course you didn’t.
You were in the kitchen, completely lost in your own world—humming softly to yourself as you stirred the pot in front of you.
Leon paused for a second.
Just watching.
A small, tired smile pulling at his lips.
God, he missed this.
He shrugged off his coat, setting it down on the counter before removing the rest of his gear. The familiar weight of it all finally gone, piece by piece.
Then—
Quietly—
He moved toward you.
Slow steps.
Careful.
Until he was right behind you.
And without warning—
His arms wrapped around your waist.
You jumped.
A small gasp leaving you before you quickly relaxed, a soft sigh following the second you realized.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he murmured, voice low and warm against your skin.
He rested his head against your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss there.
You smiled instantly, leaning back into him like it was second nature.
“Welcome home, honey.”
He didn’t answer right away.
Just breathed you in.
Soft kisses trailing along your shoulder, your neck—
“Mm… you smell so good.”
You let out a quiet laugh, trying to nudge him away just slightly, already getting shy under the attention.
“Leon,” you huffed softly, “I’m trying to cook, babe, c’mon—”
He made a quiet sound of disagreement, tightening his hold just a little as he gently pulled you a step away from the stove.
And, of course—
You didn’t fight it.
His hands slid down to your hips, steady and familiar, his lips brushing just behind your ear.
You inhaled sharply at that.
He felt it.
And smiled against your skin.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered.
There was something softer in his voice now.
Something real.
You turned in his arms then, your hands coming up to cradle his face without thinking.
“I missed you too…”
Your thumbs brushed lightly along his cheeks, taking him in properly now.
He looked tired.
But he was here.
That’s all that mattered.
Leon didn’t wait any longer.
He leaned down, tilting his head just enough before his lips met yours.
The kiss was slow.
Unrushed.
Like he was reminding himself this was real.
Like he needed to feel it.
Your hands tightened slightly against his face as you kissed him back just as softly, just as deeply.
He exhaled into the kiss, one of his hands moving from your hip to rest against your lower back, pulling you just a little closer.
Like he couldn’t quite get close enough.
When he pulled back, it wasn’t far.
His forehead rested against yours.
“…missed that too,” he murmured.
You smiled, eyes still half-lidded.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
A small pause.
Then—
Your nose scrunched slightly.
“…Leon.”
He blinked.
“What?”
“The sauce.”
He froze.
Then both of you turned at the same time.
The pot.
Still on the stove.
Still cooking.
You both stared at it for a second—
Then you rushed back with a small laugh.
“Oh my God—”
Leon followed, quieter now but still smiling, grabbing a spoon and handing it to you before you could even reach for one.
“Crisis averted,” he said.
You glanced at him.
“…you almost burned dinner.”
He raised a brow.
“You distracted me.”
“You started it.”
“Did I?”
You tried to stay serious.
You failed.
A laugh slipped out, soft and easy, and Leon watched you for a second longer than necessary.
There it was again.
That feeling.
That quiet, steady warmth in his chest.
Home.
He reached for your hand—careful this time, gentle—and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.
“Missed you,” he said again.
Quieter now.
Like it meant even more the second time.
And you just smiled.
Because you knew.
He always would.
And he’d always come back.
To you.
I have an early train tomorrow and I should really sleep... but all I can think about is Leon fucking the living shit out of you right after he gets the cure for the virus... he gotta make up for all the times he couldn't put that dick to work. Lord I need that old man dick so bad...
Hellloooooo!! i just saw your post about leon taking every chance to go down on his partner, and, quite frankly, i loved it 😍 BUT NOW I HAVE AN IDEA!
What if one time, when Leon goes to go down on his partner, they stop him and are like ‘Leon, I’ve got a bush. It’s a little gross right now’ or something similar? I just wanna see how Leon would react to his partner trying to stop him from his dessert💀
ANYWAYS- Have a great timezone!
MDNI
I do not think i did this prompt justice but hhhhleon
It came as a hesitant tug to his hair. At first, it was just light enough that Leon thought it was normal, that you simply needed to hold on to something. The kisses creeping towards your panties ceased when you suddenly tugged harder.
Leon sighed through his nose as it rested on your stomach before looking up, a silent question of why.
“I didn’t shave,” you spoke softly, your hand unfurling from his hair. He could tell by the way you tried to back away and bury yourself into the mattress that you were embarrassed.
Leon only stared back. All that over a bush? His eyebrow raised. “So?”
“So?” you parroted, gawking down at the man still positioned between your legs.
A hand trailed along the side of your thigh. “You act like that’ll stop me.”
“Leon, it’s gross.”
“No, it’s natural, baby.” His free hand came up to rest on your hip, fingertips tracing the seam of your panties as if it could help comfort you. “You never have to shave for me. I mean, you’ve seen the hell I’ve been through and trust me, eating my gorgeous partner out doesn’t even come close to that just because of a little hair. Quite the opposite.” Baby blue eyes met yours. “Clear?”
He waited for you to nod and utter a “‘kay” before his fingers hooked into your waistband and slowly dragged your underwear down. After dropping them to the floor, Leon placed a soft kiss to the thatch of hair you tried to hide from him.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.” His voice was gruff as he spoke. He spread your legs farther apart. “Now, can I enjoy my meal?”

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going into a smut tag and finding a post of someone ranting about how theyre tired of seeing sex everywhere. if you dont care and youre just ranting why are you putting it in the fucking tag about sex
hear me out oomf, leons spiky tickly stubble tickling you on both lips hehehe
OMG SHUT UP, THIS MADE ME KICK AND ROLLS IN BED RNNN 😩😩
just imagine complaining about his beard scratching your face when he's trying to be affectionate, BUT when he's between ur legs and you're pulling his hair closer to your heat, u completely forget about the tickle of his spiky beard against the inside of your thighs.
"You're not complaining now, are you?" he'd ask in that husky tone, letting you hear the amusement in his voice. AHHHH I'M (S)CREAMING