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˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary ꒱ ˎˊ˗ When the pregnancy cravings get bad Leon is there to save the day, even if it’s three in the morning ᝰ.ᐟ
You’re eight months pregnant, your back constantly hurts, your hips ache, you can’t move without feeling out of breath and right now? you desperately want a big, juicy burger with extra everything, even if it’s nearly three in the morning and your boyfriend is half asleep.
“The baby wants it,” you told Leon with a sheepish smile, and that was all it took for him to get up and grab his jacket and car keys.
“Well, what the baby wants, the baby gets.”
It doesn’t take him long before he’s strolling back into your shared Racoon City apartment, where the water pressure has a mind of its own and the appliances are all hanging on by a thread. It’s not perfect, but it’s home: baby scans hanging up on the fridge and your hospital bag packed and ready to go, sitting by the front door because Leon wanted to be ready.
“Your order, my queen.” He grins ever so charmingly, standing in the doorway of your bedroom with your food. He graces you with the greasy paper bag, placing it in front of you where you’re sitting cross-legged on the bed.
“Thank you so much,” you beam in pure, genuine excitement over a crappy 24-hour diner burger, of all things, and, honestly, it makes Leon go all warm with pride that he gets to be the one who puts that smile on your face.
He shrugs his jacket off, hanging it up on the back of the door before leaning behind you to press a kiss to your temple, his hands resting on your shoulders. “Don’t have to thank me, pretty girl.” He whispers against your hair, pressing another kiss there before pulling back.
You rummage through the bag, finding the burger and instantly dig in whilst Leon strips off to his boxers before settling back into the warmth of your shared bed, lying on his side, propped up on his elbow. His blue eyes soften at the sight of you, hair pulled up messily, maternity shirt stretched over your baby bump, chowing down in the early hours of the morning without a care.
“You look so gorgeous like this,” he grins into his palm.
You snort a laugh, shaking your head. “I’m huge, Leon.”
“Yeah? Still gorgeous.” He replies without missing a single beat, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “I’m being serious; you’re the hottest woman alive.”
“I’m the size of a house, and I’m scoffing down a burger at three in the morning like I haven’t eaten in weeks.” You tell him, taking another bite before adding, “I don’t feel very hot.”
“You don’t have to feel it, I’m telling you… I’m very attracted to what I’m seeing; you’re very sexy.” Then he’s pushing himself closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth where burger sauce had collected. “Even with sauce all over your mouth.”
You fight the urge to fling a pickle at his forehead when he pulls back and flashes you that smile, the same one that landed you here, heavy with his baby.
“You’re so silly,” you tell him, watching as he leans down to pepper your baby bump with soft kisses, his hands falling to your hips. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” he replies instantly, resting his chin on your bump, his eyes lighting up when he feels the baby- his baby- shift inside you. “Oh, I think that burger hit the spot.” He chuckles, cooing all sorts of tender nonsense at your tummy.
“Yeah, it did,” you hum, wiping your fingers with a napkin before cupping his face to kiss him as another ‘thank you’ and he melts into you with a content hum, the happiest he’s ever been.
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AN: the idea of Leon being a young father is very dear to me.
HI so I just had a realization that I NEED to talk about rq. So basically, irl I personally would most likely never have kids, as the idea of the whole process and giving birth gives me a shit ton of anxiety. This may or may not sound totally insane, but this is just a hypothetical.. IF and I mean IF Leon was a real person AND somehow and in some way was with me, I genuinely wouldn’t hesitate to have his fucking kids bro😭😭 like PLEASE GIVE ME THAT DICK… and I’m not playing either bro like if he asked I would say yes in a heartbeat. I’ve just seen so many fics where it’s either a breeding kink and/or Leon wants to get you pregnant and BRO I WOULDNT BE OPPOSED TO IT. Anyone else at the moment probably not. I hope I don’t sound totally insane and some of you guys relate💔💔
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thinking about teasing an inexperienced!rookie leon during sex.
you’re kissing him so slow and your hands are everywhere but where he wants them to be and he’s practically whimpering because he’s so hard it hurts.
leon’s basically begging, mumbling “please”’s through every rough breath, but he looks so cute down there. you can’t help toying with him a bit more.
you drag your hand down his chest slowly before running your fingers along the utility belt around his waist. his hips buck forward, desperate for any type of friction. any form of release.
he lets out a sharp breath as you undo each clasp of his belt unbearably slowly.
when his pants finally come off, leon wastes no time splaying down under you. he grabs your hands, his eyes blown wide and pupils dilated.
when you pull back on your heels instead, leon actually cries out. a full whimper-groan mix of pure devastation.
before you can begin to feel guilt for overly teasing him, he shoves his hands far down his boxers, not bothering to kick them off with his jeans.
leon moans out as he twists his own head with one hand, the other just now moving to push down his boxers, which were sticky with pre-cum.
“just like that baby.” you found yourself encouraging it before you even realized.
with each stroke of his hand, leon’s cock twitches—seemingly towards you. your name punched out of his throat like a broken receipt machine, accompanying each whimper and moan.
wow, that was really fucking hot.
leon whined as he moved towards you, begging you through shakes and gasps for any type of release.
“use your words, leon.”
“i’m so close.” the words were so sweet leaving his mouth.
you moved towards him, erasing what space you had traded for the sake of a front-row view. your eyebrows went up first before you even opened your mouth. then, you pressed a long open-mouthed kiss to leon’s mouth and he was gone.
squeezing, stroking, probably close to punching himself, anything. he was desperate to come.
your hand covered his and he whined into your mouth.
you were going to take matter into your own hands. quite literally.
note: i have like six open smut drafts rn and this is the only one ive brought myself to finish (get it❓), but this is generally one of the first times ive written smut so please don’t hang me at the stake
sum; RE2 Leon gets a blowjob shot at a bar and then gets lucky later ;p
content; hook-up, inexperienced Leon but its not his first time he's just a nerd without a social life, hand job, blow job, fingering, overstimulation, alcohol consumption (duh), praise kink, unprotected sex
wc; 6k
Leon wasn't big on bars or clubs, but his friends dragged him out to celebrate the fact that he got accepted to be a police officer in Racoon City. They wanted to take him out before he had to move, so they took him out to a bar with a higher chance of him getting laid. Leon didn't have plans to.
Now, he sat in the booth, glancing around the bar with a visibly nervous look. His friends had ordered some drinks, so he decided to keep the table occupied while they brought the drinks back. He saw them approaching, so he made some space on the table for the drinks. Behind his friends, Leon caught glimpse of you, the pretty bartender he'd been eyeing for the entire two hours they'd been here.
You followed his friends with a shot in your hand while they carried their beers. You smiled, coming up to Leon's side. His friends gave him the looks of those who had something planned that Leon would love or hate.
"How are you doin' tonight?" You asked, setting the shot down in front of him. Leon swallowed, staring up at you from his seat.
"Wonderful." He barely managed loud enough, watching you laugh a little.
"Well, your friends here informed me of your celebration tonight, and in honor of it, they've asked me to give you a special shot. Nothing dangerous, but different."
"Ah.. what do you mean?" He asked, shifting in his seat as he fiddled with the empty cup in front of him from his earlier drink.
"It's called a blowjob." You watched as his face burned bright red. "Not like that, you perv." You teased, snickering as he seemed to be losing his cool by the minute. "I'm gonna sit on the table, you're gonna tilt your head back, and I'm gonna pour the drink in your mouth."
At this point, Leon's friends had dispersed to give him a moment alone with the gorgeous girl he'd been stuck on all night. Leon barely managed a nod to give her some pathetic response.
"Feeling okay? Still on board?" You asked as you perched yourself on the table in front of him. Your feet rested on either side of his thighs, and his hands quickly pulled away from the edge of the table due to how close he'd been to accidentally ruining the moment with his fidgeting hands.
"Still on board, yeah." He cleared his throat, shifting himself to lean back to give you space. He didn't like to crowd people, even though you were supposed to in this case. You picked up the shot glass, leaning forward and cupping his chin.
Leon's eyes flickered down to your breasts, the small view of cleavage sending a rush of blood straight down south. You tilted his head back, leaning over him and pressing the glass to his lips.
"Don't forget to swallow, 'kay?" You murmured, just loud enough for him to hear as you poured the liquid down his throat. It burned, and his eyes squeezed shut as he closed his mouth and forced himself to swallow the alcohol. "There we go," you soothed lightly, using your thumb to wipe away the drop of tequila that he'd spilled. "You're a good listener." You teased lightly, and as he opened his eyes, he had to turn away to cough. He tried to avoid looking dumb, but the tequila burned like a bitch.
You laughed lightly, patting at his back as you got off the table and stood beside him.
"You okay?" You asked, watching him clear his throat and wipe his eyes. He nodded, giving you a thumbs up before he turned back to look at you.
"Yeah, I-im okay. I'm sorry, I'm not good at taking shots." He stifled one final cough, looking up at you and realizing your hand still lingered on his shoulder.
"You have a good rest of your night." You told him, letting your fingers lightly swipe over the side of his neck before you walked off. With your back turned, Leon practically heaved a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid to breathe, almost like he would turn you to dust if he breathed too hard. He felt his face burning from embarrassment.
With Leon staring at you, he didn't even see his friends coming back to the table. All three of them had managed to get a girl to come back with them. Shockingly, at least to Leon, none of the women looked drunk.
"Did you get her number?" One of the guys asked.
"What? No! I don't think she's.. interested. She was just doing her job." Leon shook his head, reaching out to grab his water to take a drink.
"Oh, you're such a wimp! Go! She's been eyeing you for a half hour!" Another friend chimed in, nudging Leon from the side. Leon hesitated, and he thought back to the way it felt to have you so close to straddling him. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to shoot his shot, he thought. He glanced across the table, his friends urging him. So he got up and scrambled across the crowded bar.
You stood behind the bar, using your rag to wipe away any spilled alcohol or sticky spots from discarded fruit pieces that people liked to leave all over the bar. Closing out someone's tab, you handed the receipt back to them before you saw Leon approaching. You raised a brow.
As he came up, he took a seat at the bar right across from you.
"What can I get you?" You asked, leaning over the bar with a smile.
"Oh, no, I'm.. I'm not here for any more drinks. I've had enough. I.. I wanted to ask for your number. It's okay if not, i just-"
"Why don't you wait til my shift ends? If you're not too intoxicated, I'd be happy to grab a bite down at the diner on sixth." You grinned, tilting your head slightly.
Leon practically beamed at your words, nodding along.
"Yeah, that'd be great, actually. I've only had a beer or two, and that shot, but I'm not driving tonight, so.." Leon rambled lightly, unable to hide the way his lips twitched upwards with excitement.
"My shift ends in an hour. 11 o'clock. I know it'll be late, but you and your buddies don't look like you've got anywhere to rush to." You looked behind him, across the crowded bar, gesturing to his three friends who had been too busy with their hook-ups.
"I'm not in a hurry, no. I'm happy to wait." Leon shook his head, settling in more comfortably to wait in his seat.
Before you could say another word, you had a few customers to take care of. Closing out some tabs, getting rid of some used cups, wiping down the counter, checking IDs, and getting new drinks. It ate up your time, but you managed to get in some small conversations with Leon over the hour he was waiting.
After your coworker got there to take over the bar for the last few hours, you and Leon headed out. Leon said goodbye to his buddies and said he'd walk home, given the fact he was almost sober and his apartment was just a few blocks from the diner you'd chosen.
The walk to the diner was filled with corny jokes, giggles, and some conversation to get to know each other, and to Leon's surprise, it was going great. It didn't slow down or feel awkward at all, even when Leon ran out of something to talk about.
At the diner, you two talked nonstop until the food arrived. Comfortable silence stretched over you two until you both decided you'd had enough. Leon, being the gentleman he is, got up to pay and retrieve boxes from the front. Returning, he helped you box your food and stack the plates before you two headed to leave.
Unfortunately, rain had started coming down pretty heavy. While Leon busied himself with emptying his jacket for you, you spoke up nervously.
"Uh.. can I ask a favor?"
"Go for it."
"My apartment is across town, and the busses don't run consistently in the rain.. could I stay at yours? You mentioned it was nearby, so.."
Leon finished with his jacket and laid it over your shoulders, thinking for a moment. It was risky, letting a woman he'd just met come to stay at his place, but what kind of cop would he be if he turned away someone in need? Especially someone as gorgeous and kind as you.
"Absolutely. You can crash in my room, I'll take the floor."
And with that, you uttered a 'thank you' before Leon guided you out and led you through the rain to the apartment building.
After a five minute mix of running and walking, you finally got to his apartment. Leon led you inside, kicking his shoes off at the door before he led you to his room.
"Do you want a change of clothes?" Leon asked, but then shook his head. "You'll catch a cold. Here, you can wear these." He said, rummaging around and finding an old pair of sweats and a band tee from his early teens.
Without letting you argue, he stepped out and closed the door. He went down to the kitchen to put away your leftovers before he got you a bottle of water. When he heard you open the door, he came back to the room and handed it to you. Under his left arm, he carried fresh bedding.
"What are you doing?" You asked, watching him closely.
"Changing the sheets."
"Why?"
"I don't want my guest to be sleeping on my dirty sheets." He laughed a little, glancing over at you.
"Yknow, you're really good at this. I wonder how often you have girls over." You joked.
"Never." He admitted, completely stripping the bed of the dirty sheets and tossing everything into the dirty laundry hamper.
"Well.." you paused. "I guess that makes sense. You were all tense earlier when I first came over to you at the bar. Should've known you were a loser." You joked, watching his cheeks bloom with heat.
"You came over and told me you were giving me a blowjob. Any man would be tense." He countered with a small huff as he began to set the new sheets up.
"That's what it's called!" You laughed, snorting slightly.
"No, an actual blowjob is better than liquor." He huffed, fluffing up the new pillows.
"As if you'd know." You raised a brow, tilting your head.
Leon paused, knowing damn well you were right.
"Well.. I-i can assume it'd be better. Liquor is harsh and mean. Not pleasant." He cleared his throat, turning back to you now that he finished changing the bedding. You set your water aside, hands clasped together behind your back. You knew this could be a bad idea, but you stepped closer.
"I could help you figure that out." Your voice lowered to a whisper.
Leon's cheeks flushed, eyes widening as he stepped back, automatically trying to give you back your space. He swallowed, his mouth going dry.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly.
"I could help you figure out which one you like. A blowjob, or a blowjob shot."
Leon could hardly breathe as you closed the distance. He stepped back until his knees hit the bed and he fell back, sitting at the foot of his freshly made bed. You stood between his legs.
"Do you want that?" You asked.
Leon couldn't speak. He just let out a shaky breath, trying to think.
"I need words." You said, stepping back to let him breathe.
Leon swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding softly. He uttered a whiney, 'please', his voice shaky.
You stepped forward again, leaning down to cup his face. One hand over his cheek and one hand over his jawline, you leaned in to initiate a gentle kiss.
Leon would've busted right then and there if he had no self-control. He practically felt the 'boing' sound effect in his pants as they became tighter by the second.
You pulled back, looking at him.
"You can touch me, it's okay." You soothed, noticing how his hands squeezed the comforter beneath him.
His hands stayed still for now, looking up at you with those big baby blues of his.
"You okay?" You laughed softly, shifting your hand to run your thumb along his cheek.
"I.. I just.." Leon choked up for a moment, subconsciously leaning into your touch and seeking the warmth of your palm. He lifted a hand to your wrist, pressing your palm against his lips. "Jesus, you smell amazing." He barely huffed, his nose lightly nudging against your wrist where you'd spray perfume along the pulse point, and with the perfume, he could smell the coconut lotion you'd use as well.
You remained quiet for a moment, letting him familiarize himself however he needed until you decided to lean in and kiss him again.
The kiss was longer this time, your hand shifting from his cheek to the nape of his neck to keep him still. Slowly, as he loosened up with the kiss, his lips moving smoothly against your own, you kissed down his jawline.
Lower.. lower..
And then you bit lightly against his collarbone, making him hiss with surprise as his hands shot out to grasp at your shoulders.
"You don't like the biting?" You asked, lifting your head to check on him. He looked embarrassed, shaking his head no. "Then I won't bite." You pressed another kiss to his lips and trailed down again, finding your way down his chest as you undid the buttons of his button-down dress shirt. It was slow, agonizing, and almost painful.
Leon's cock throbbed in his jeans as he watched you get closer and closer, now kneeling in between his legs. He swallowed harshly, bringing a shaky hand to the back of your head, like he wasn't sure how to touch you in this context.
"I-is this okay?" He whispered, his breath hitching.
"Mm, that's perfect. Just.. relax, okay? Let me take care of you."
He nodded slowly, watching as your hands came to undo his belt and his pants. He instinctively shifted his hips away, helping you tug his pants down. His cock made a tent in his boxers, his tip bulging against the tight fabric with a dark spot on the fabric, indicating dampness from precum.
Leon's cheeks felt like they were on fire. He looked like a total virgin right now, and he knew it. He'd had sex before, but not often. And he didn't really care for jerking off. So when he got touched like this, it was humiliating for him. Lifting your head, you caught his gaze. He looked like a kicked puppy, afraid you'd think poorly of him for being so easy to please. Instead, you gave a small grin, almost cocky. You pushed yourself up, pulling him down into a kiss.
The kiss acted as a distraction as your hand slipped down his torso, fingers trailing along that trail of hair that almost looked like an indication as to where the prize awaited. Slowly, your fingers lifted his waistband, and as your fingers slipped further, pulling his cock from its hiding place of his boxers, his hand on your head lightly pulled at your hair without realizing it. You hissed into the kiss, but you didn't stop or scold him.
"Fuck, 'm sorry, I-i didn't-" Leon tried to apologize, but his own moan interrupted him as your hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut as he let you kiss him again, letting his body melt against you.
"That feels good." He breathed out as you slowly brought your hand upward, stopping halfway, going back down. You repeated the motions for a few strokes before you pulled away from the kiss, eliciting a whimper from him.
"Relax. This is a blowjob, not a hand job." You grinned lightly, watching his eyes widen with realization that you were actually doing this.
He swallowed harshly, nodding slowly.
"You're still okay?" You asked, your hand pulling back.
He groaned, missing the contact, but he nodded quickly.
"I-I'm okay. I still want it." He huffed, looking down at you.
"Good."
Your hand came back up, only this time it was lower; palming his balls, he practically lurched forward, gasping at the sensation as you squeezed. You dove forward, shifting to be perfectly between his legs before your tongue darted out to lick at his tip, gathering the salty precum in the dip of your tongue before you licked down to his base. His eyes rolled back, chest heaving for air as his hands grasped at you; one on your shoulder and one in your hair.
As you licked a stripe all the way up the underside, your hand squeezed his balls as you took him into your mouth for real this time. He cried with pleasure, gasping as you eased yourself down. Your free hand came to his hip, hoping to provide a grounding touch.
You took him halfway in, feeling him twitch. You stayed still for a moment, your tongue swirling back and forth around the underside and the sides as you massaged his balls. He jolted slightly, stifling a whimper as he felt himself growing closer and closer.
"Oh, fuck, please move-" He choked out, his breath ragged and heavy. "Please, please, I need it so bad. It hurts." He gasped, brows furrowing as he tried his best not to buck his hips or push your head at all.
Willing to comply, you lifted your head back to the tip, only to go back down in one swift motion. A small gag left you, but as his cock nestled against the back of your throat, you felt him twitch and shiver.
"Shhh-shit, 'm not gonna last! I can't hold it." He whined, his hips bucking against your face. You lifted your head, beginning the proper bobbing motion at long last. Your hand pulled back from his balls, moving to his thigh to gently rub the fat of his inner thigh, hoping to ease the shaking.
His thighs trembled, his cock throbbed, balls tightened, and he couldn't shut himself up. Your hand bobbed up and down in a steady motion, not stopping or stuttering once. Light gags and hums left your lips, but they were drowned out by Leon's incoherent cries and praises.
"'S so good. Feels so good. Don't- don't stop, you can't, please!" He babbled helplessly, chest heaving as his body curled forward slightly, pushing your head down to encourage you to stay lower.
You knew he was close. His tip was damn near weeping like him. His balls had never been so ready to burst.
Before he could warn you, his hands pushed your head down, his cock burying against the back of your throat as the knot in his stomach snapped.
"Oh, fuck! Mmh!" He gasped, hips bucking as he pulled your hair and kept you still. He didn't even realize he was being so rough, but he didn't stop until he felt you pinch his hip. His cock gave a few more weak spurts, spilling down your throat before you lifted your head and swallowed. You huffed, looking up at him. He trembled, his cock softening and laying flat against his thigh as he twitched and jolted for a moment, recovering from the waves of pleasure he'd just felt.
"Better than liquor?" You asked, your voice a little hoarse from his harsh behavior. He swallowed harshly, catching his breath as he nodded. He was completely dazed.
"Better than anything I've ever done." He huffed. When he blinked away the tears of pleasure, finally coming back to reality, he saw the aftermath of his roughness. Your hair was a mess, your lipstick was more messy than it should've been, and you were still catching your breath from his little gagging moment. You pushed yourself up to your feet, straddling his hips.
"I'm.. I didn't realize.. I didn't mean to hurt you at all.." Leon breathed shakily, apologetic and flustered as his hands found your hips.
"It's okay. You felt good, right? So good that you had to hold me down and take what you wanted."
"D-dont say it like that! It sounds so bad.." he looked away, his embarrassment growing.
"Oh, don't be ashamed. I liked it." You murmured, leaning in to kiss his neck. His breath hitched, and much to his disbelief, his cock began twitching back to life.
"You liked it?" He whispered.
"Liked it so much that I want a little more." You paused, kissing up his neck until your lips came just an inch from his. "Only if you're okay to go that far." You murmured, soothing a hand over his cheek. He nodded eagerly.
"I'd.. I'd like to. Please?" If he was a dog, his tail would be slapping the bed so loud it'd sound like gunshots.
"Oh, you're so excited already." You teased, pulling back. "How do you wanna do it? You got any preferences?" You asked, wanting to play into his references as much as possible.
"Ah.. I-i don't know. Should I?" He mumbled.
"It's okay if you don't. We can keep it simple tonight." You reassured him, shaking your head as you brought your hands down to push his shirt off of his shoulders, fully exposing his upper body to you.
Leon glanced down at himself, becoming aware of how exposed he was. He hesitated for a moment, but his hands came up to your hips, shifting under your shirt to find their way to the bottom of your rib cage. You obliged without a word, taking a moment to lift your arms as permission for him to remove your shirt. He lifted the shirt up and over your head, tossing it off to the edge of the bed before he brought his shaky hands to rest just below your breasts.
You reached behind yourself, finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it. The bra lost its tension, letting your breasts relax completely. Leon could've sworn he was drooling as you removed your bra. He felt like he was in heaven, his face merely half a foot away from the nicest pair of tits he'd ever seen. He lifted his gaze to look at you, almost seeking permission.
"You don't have to ask for permission to touch me. I'll tell you if I need something different." You murmured, leaning in to lock your lips with his.
Leon quickly accepted the kiss, his hands staying at your sides as he closed his eyes and let you guide him to lie back on the pillows with you on top of him. Slowly, the kiss evolved into Leon trying to take more initiative. He kissed down your jaw, easing his way down to your neck and collarbone.
"Mm.. you smell so good. Like candy." Leon breathed lightly, letting his left hand roam upward to grasp your breast, gently pinching your nipple between his index and middle finger.
Your breath hitched, and Leon's head practically snapped to look up at you. The sound of possible pleasure made him shiver, both excited and happy to know he was doing something right. He leaned in again, soothing more kisses along your chest as his hands came to grasp and grope at both of your breasts. Your back arched into his touch, and he took a risk. He dove deeper, his head dipping to replace his fingers and wrap his lips around your nipple. He ran his tongue in a circle, and the first real moan slipped past your lips. Leon felt like he was buzzing with excitement, but you gently stopped him.
"A girl doesn't like to be kept waiting, Leon." You breathed out, cupping his cheek to guide his head back.
Leon was confused, thinking that he hadn't left you waiting. He though he'd been giving you attention. He stared, brows slightly furrowed.
"You don't like it..?" He asked, pushing himself to sit up a little bit.
"I do. I love it. I just want a little more." You explained, shaking your head and shushing him.
"Oh. Right. Okay, uhm.. do you want me on top?" He asked, letting his hands ease down your sides to hold your hips.
"Whatever you'd prefer."
He nodded, shifting slightly and gesturing for you to lie back. Once you laid down, he grabbed a pillow and gently inserted the pillow beneath your lower back. You raised a brow.
"What's that for?"
"I read somewhere that a pillow to elevate your hips is better for your back, hips, and the overall experience." Leon explained, helping you adjust yourself before he settled between your legs.
The consideration of proper angling and safe positions made you smile slightly. Leon exhaled, grounding himself properly before he leaned forward to hover over you.
"You okay?" You checked in again, watching Leon nod.
"Just... bear with me.." he pleaded softly, taking initiative to lean in and press a kiss to the valley between your breasts. His hands splayed at your sides, memorizing the feel of your ribs and the softness of your skin beneath his calloused fingertips. He kissed down, his mouth careful and soft along the flesh of your stomach, like he was worshipping you. His hands trailed down, coming to the waistband of your pants, shifting to link under the elastic of your panties. He looked up at you, seeking permission. You nodded, bringing a hand down to lay over the back of his head.
Leon steeled himself, gently tugging at the fabric before you were completely exposed to him. He crawled back up to you, connecting his lips to yours as his hands, still shaking, came to spread your legs.
"Is this okay?" He asked softly, breaking the kiss to look down at you. Your noses nudged slightly as you nodded, kissing him again.
"It's good." You reassured, letting him melt against you. "You know how to use your hands?"
"I can figure it out. Just.. tell me what feels good." He said, his hand coming down to slip between your folds. Your breath hitched, head falling back as his calloused fingertips brushed against your clit. "There?" He asked softly, bringing his free hand up to cradle your head and make you look at him.
"A little higher." You instructed gently, and his thumb shifted just right and applied some pressure to your clit. You nodded, huffing lightly. "Yeah, yeah, there." A soft moan left your lips in a shaky breath, your hips shifting slightly.
Leon's heart pounded at the confirmation that he was doing something right, especially something that gave him the luxury of hearing such intoxicating noises from such a beautiful woman.
Without asking, Leon took a risk and slipped a finger past your hole, cautious and mindful of the pressure and angle. A broken gasp echoed in the room, and Leon practically stared in awe at how easily he'd slipped a finger in. Carefully, another finger followed, and he felt his erection growing harder to ignore despite the fact that he'd already gotten to have his own fun thanks to you. Your back arched lightly, a sign that told Leon he was doing good.
"You're so pretty." He murmured, dropping his head to rest against the inside of your thigh as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out, easing his way into a steady rhythm with the guidance of your moans, gasps, and the grasping and reaching of your hands trying to gain some kind of stability.
You looked down at him, huffing softly between moans and whines.
"Curl, Leon. Curl your fingers a little." You instructed through a stifled moan.
"Like.. like this?" He obliged, curling his fingers in a 'come here' motion, feeling the spongy spot inside of you and watching as your head fell back again, nodding your head as you gripped the sheets. "It feels good?"
"Fuck, that's perfect. Keep that up. Just like that." You exhaled sharply.
Leon didn't hesitate to listen to your demands. His fingers pumped back and forth, curling upward when he pulled them back, bathing in the pride of the pleasure he was providing for you.
Soon enough, you reached down to grasp Leon's wrist, looking down at him with your eyes dazed and lips parted to pant heavily.
"Are you ready, or do you wanna keep waiting?" You asked as he withdrew his fingers carefully. The wetness clung to his fingers, your core almost felt like it was begging him to keep going, and that feeling made Leon ready. He shook his head.
"I want to.." He paused, crawling back up to hover over you once more. He settled between your legs, nestling his cock right against your folds, feeling the warmth of skin-to-skin. "I want you." He murmured, his mouth going dry from anticipation.
"Then take what you want."
He did. With a careful hand, he spread your slick arousal along his tip, his shoulders tensing at the sensation. He guided himself closer, pressing the tip to your entrance. He looked back at you, leaning in to find your lips in a lazy, still passionate kiss. His body tensed and pressed against yours as he eased his cock into you, swallowing your moans with his desperate kisses, which he'd break momentarily for little gasps and pleas, his nose nudging yours as he dropped his head and buried his face into your neck once he bottomed out.
"F-feels so good.. 'm not gonna last." He choked out with a sound akin to a small sob.
"C'mon, you did so good for me when I was on my knees for you. You're gonna crack so easily?" You teased lightly. In reality, it didn't matter if he lasted. You were already so close from the attention he'd given you with his fingers, you wouldn't last long either.
"Mm, 'm sorry, I d-don't think I can.." He whimpered, slowly pulling his hips back and bracing himself to hold back despite his words. He trembled over you, feeling his cock throb and twitch as he let the tip sit right at the edge, only to push back in. Soft moans began to fill the room, Leon finding a steady rhythm thanks to your encouragement and the pride that swelled in his chest.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss as you let your hands splay out over his back. His fingers dug into your hips, beginning to pull you back down to be in sync with his thrusts. Dropping his hands to your thighs, he pulled back from the kiss and pushed up a little, pushing your thighs to bend your legs at the hip. The position mimicked a less aggressive version of the mating press, and as he adjusted himself, he felt the difference in the angle, unable to keep quiet as he rolled his eyes back and choked on his own gasps.
"Oh, Jesus," You gasped, back arching into him and proving benefits to the angle as he sped up a little, applying more pressure with each thrust. He whimpered, his lips staying parted as he looked down where your bodies met in a sweaty dance of passion.
Leon never would have guessed that he'd actually get laid with the help of his friends, but boy, he couldn't be happier right now. He'd handle the consequences later, when he wasn't so controlled by the way your pussy tried to keep him in as deep as he could go.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your moans becoming louder and a little higher in pitch as he brought one hand down to circle your clit with more confidence than he had before.
"You're so.. so warm 'n tight. So perfect." He panted, diving back down and pushing your thighs forward to where they practically touched your chest. He kept up consistent circles on your clit, occasionally experimenting with a pinch or a softer rub, figuring out which got the best reaction out of you.
"God, Leon, you underestimate yourself. You- mhmm!" You paused, cut off by a cry of pleasure as he sped up his thrusts and his thumb on your clit, syncing it together perfectly. "Y-you had me scared you'd be bad at this, but fuck, 'm already close." You panted, looking up at him and basking in the way he stared down at you in awe.
Leon let out a small shudder, his breath catching in his throat as he heard your words. Your reassurance made him go insane. He loved hearing your voice, loved the squeeze as he rocked his hips back and forth, trying to dig himself deeper and deeper to be closer than humanly possible.
His brows furrowed, hips tensing. "'m real close.." he whined, swallowing harshly as his fingers shifted further down your thighs to gently grasp at your ass with the hand that wasn't massaging your clit, groping the flesh and memorizing the feel.
"You.. you gonna come?" He asked, breathless. He didn't want to finish first, but he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Mhmm, just keep going. I'm.." You exhaled heavily, lips falling open as you bucked your hips against his, almost chasing the feeling of him. His fingers, his cock, the touch of his skin on yours igniting a fire that tightened the knot in your lower stomach.
"Fuck, I-I can't." He almost sobbed, throwing his head back to avoid letting you see the 'crybaby' look, is what he called it. He took his hand from your clit and brought his hands to your chest, palming your breasts firmly beneath his palms as he struggled to keep a steady pace. Your back arched into his touch, seeking the roughness of his palms and fingertips. He let one hand shift to pinch and massage your nipple, eliciting a string of gasps and whines from you.
"Come for me, please," Leon panted, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "Please, I wanna feel it. Wanna feel you squeeze the life out of me." He whined.
Seconds passed, full of moans, gasps, heavy breaths, and desperate touches shared between two strangers who just happened to be as needy as the other. Finally, his thrusts became sloppy just as the knot in your stomach unraveled with a silent squeal of pleasure. Your core squeezed around him, and he couldn't move. His hips pushed all the way inside, burying himself as deep as he could as his cock pulsed, balls tightening. With how he'd been holding back, all it took for him to come was the sensation of your pussy squeezing and gushing around him like you were milking him for all he was worth.
Bodies slowed down, hearts pounding, bodies trembling, chests rising and falling rapidly, soaking in the warmth.
Leon came to first, still dazed.
"Holy crap. That was.. amazing." He huffed, looking down at you. "A-are you okay? Do you feel okay?" He asked softly, bringing his hand to cradle your head and make you look at him.
"I don't think I've felt this good in ages." You admitted, laughing lightly at his concern. "That was, indeed, amazing."
"Oh, good. I was afraid you'd have clarity and you'd regret it." He joked, but you both knew it was a valid concern.
Leon slowly pulled his hips back, letting his soft cock slip out of you. He tried not to stare, but he caught glimpse of the mess leaking from your hole, and he could've sworn he'd get hard again if he could.
"You gonna keep staring or you wanna go get cleaned up?" You snickered. Leon blushed, looking up at you.
"Sorry. I'll go grab a rag and some wipes. And some water. Do you want your leftovers? I'm kinda hungry.." He rambled for a moment, shifting to get up from the bed.
"Food sounds good." You nodded.
"Great. I'll get those warmed up and I'll come to clean you up." He said, disappearing down the hall, leaving you to wait for him as he warmed up the food and grabbed the stuff to help you clean up.
content; established relationship, praise, f!receiving oral, soft sex, fingering ->
wc; 2.35k
pt 2/2, pt 1 here
"You seem to be more excited to grab at me like a meat chunk rather than enjoy my company." She joked, watching him lift his head and frown for the millionth time. He removed his hand and let it rest on her ribcage.
"I can enjoy your company and your body at the same time, for the record." He huffed, laying his head back down before cuddling up higher to bury his face in her neck as he rolled slightly to let the both of them lay on their sides. Without much more to say, a comfortable silence stretched over the couple, only interrupted by the sound of their breathing and to Leon, the sound of his lover's heartbeat rang within his ears, and he couldn't be more content.
"Leon?"
"Mmh?"
"Your hands."
Leon thought he was being slick, letting his hands 'slip' down. One hand had migrated back to her breast, while the other had rested on her hip for a moment, only to pretend like he was going limp to let his hand slip over her ass.
"Mhm? What about 'em, baby?"
"You're annoying." She playfully rolled her eyes, shifting slightly to make his hand slip to her lower back instead. He whined like a dog being denied a treat.
"C'mon, I don't even want sex right now. I just like the grabbing." He complained, lifting his head to look at her. He thought she was actually upset, but that thought flew out the window when he saw the smile that barely graced her lips, like she was trying to be angry.
"You do want it, though. You come back and the first thing you have to do is grab and feel." She giggled, only to be interrupted by a grumble from Leon.
"You're evil for that. I thought you were actually upset." He groused, his hand coming to gently pinch her side, which made her squeal and giggle. He continued the pinching, squeezing and poking at her sides as she tried to squirm away from the tickling, only for him to straddle her hips and hold her down as she squirmed beneath him. Her giggles evolved into loud squeals of laughter, and they were cut short by a loud bang against the wall from the apartment next door. Leon rolled his eyes and stopped, watching as she panted heavily from the way she gasped for air moments ago.
The rise and fall of her chest, the rosy color in her cheeks, the slight bit of water in her eyes that gave them an ethereal glimmer. Everything was so perfect to him. As she recovered from the laughter, he couldn't help it. He leaned down, his hands cupping her cheeks, lips pressing to hers. She froze for a moment, not expecting the kiss, but she accepted it within seconds. She giggled into the kiss, bringing her hands to the sides of his neck to return the affection.
"Don't laugh at my displays of love." He grumbled against her lips, lightly pinching her side. She squealed again, only to have him silence her with deepening the kiss.
He pulled back for a moment, letting her breathe as he pulled his hands down to gently rest over her hips, his thumbs slipping just barely under the waistband of the soft pajama shorts she always wore to bed. He could've sworn he'd felt dizzy just at the feeling of her flesh. He dove back in, this time peppering kisses along her neck with a newfound fervor. He sighed into her neck, only to inhale sharply as he adjusted himself, a small giveaway to what his lover could see was a growing bulge in his sweats.
"And here I thought you were too tired for this." She teased, reaching down to let her left hand rest over his chest while the right hand remained on the back of his neck, her thumb gently grazing along the nape of his neck. Leon melted.
"Never too tired for my girl." He murmured, shifting so that he was between her legs instead of straddling her hips. He let his weight press into her as his hands ventured further into the confines of her shorts. He lifted his head.
"What?" She asked, confused as to why he stopped.
".. Nothing. I just like looking at you." He whispered, shaking his head at her confusion. He brought his lips to hers again, pressing his tongue to lightly prod at her lower lip before he nipped at the flesh only to pull away and begin a new journey down her body. Her neck, leaving soft marks along the flesh as he got lower to her chest. He grumbled at the realization that he hadn't even attempted to remove her top. He slipped his hands under the shirt, pushing it up and kissing upwards from her lower belly all the way up to the valley between her breasts. He looked up at her, and she seemingly read his mind. She shifted to sit up a little, letting him slip her shirt above her head before it was discarded somewhere else in the room.
"Never gonna get tired of this." Leon murmured, exhaling through his nose before he brought his hands back down to remove her shorts, only to be stopped short.
"You're forgetting." She scolded half jokingly. He paused, confused. She tugged at his shirt with a pout.
"You're such a baby." He laughed, his thumb rubbing at her hip before he sat upright, still positioned between her legs. He lifted his t-shirt up and over his head, throwing it over with her own shirt. "Better?" He asked. She grinned, nodding eagerly.
"Much better." She giggled.
He hummed for a moment before he shifted down, placing his head between her legs. He kissed along her thighs, his hands inching further into the shorts before he began to gently tug them down, her panties coming into view. He tugged them down before he threw them aside and brought her legs to rest more properly over his shoulders, pressing his face shamelessly against the fabric that concealed the one body part that had yet to be uncovered. Her breath hitched, and he couldn't help but grin. He felt her hands tangle in his hair as if preparing for the pleasure already.
"You missed this?" He teased, letting his tongue flick out to run a small stripe of damp warmth over her panties. She whined, back arching instinctively. "Poor thing, already so squirmy." He cooed, watching her shake her head with embarrassment dusting her cheeks.
He could only tease so much when he was just as eager, so he tugged her panties down, but he left them hanging off of her left ankle, like he'd been too lazy to actually toss them aside. He dove in once again, using his fingers to gently run along her folds, which made her gasp and tense, her thighs trying to close around his head. He only laughed, watching her as he brought his mouth down to press a kiss over her clit before he let his tongue do the work. He ran it around in circles, did some flicking, and eventually landed on a mix of sucking and gentle circles with his tongue. While his tongue worked, he pressed two fingers against her slit, making her whimper. His gaze remained glued to her, almost like he couldn't handle looking away as she arched her back and tried to be quiet to avoid another bang on the wall from the neighbor.
His fingers continued to tease for a moment before he decided to slowly slip them in, watching as her body tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation, which only got more intense as he found that special spot inside of her that made her squeal with each bit of pressure he'd apply. He pumped his fingers in and out, keeping a consistent rhythm with his tongue as he worked her through the pleasure. Just when he felt he'd done enough preparing, he slowly pulled his fingers back with his head.
"Wha--Why'd you stop?!" She complained, panting lightly as she lifted her head to look at him with furrowed brows.
"Because I want my fun, too." He countered simply, untying the drawstring of his sweats before he pushed them down with his boxers. He scooted back up to her, finding a good spot as he brought his hand down to stroke himself. Instead of waiting patiently like he knew she could, she decided to take things into her own hands. She wrapped her legs around him and used all her strength to flip him over so she was straddling his hips. He grunted lightly as he flopped back onto the bed, staring up at her with a raised brow.
"And I want my turn to touch." She huffed, shifting to adjust herself over him. Her hand swatted at his, making him laugh at her.
"You really did miss this." He said, a smug grin spreading over his lips.
"Shut up or I'll make you go to bed like this."
"Yes, ma'am."
She wrapped her hand around his length without another word, slowly working her hand up and down. Her thumb swirled around the rosy tip, watching as pre-cum dribbled from the slit. He gritted his teeth, fighting back a moan as he brought his hands to grip her hips.
"C'mon, baby, you can't do that. You gotta.." He choked on his own moan, eyes rolling back slightly as he felt her squeeze the tip particularly tight. "Jesus." He choked out, a breathless chuckle leaving his throat as he looked up at her. "Please, baby, you gotta have some mercy on me. I ain't seen you like this in so long.." He pleaded, rubbing her hips gently to persuade her.
And it worked. She slowed her hand, propping his cock at the right angle before she positioned herself to press his tip along her slit, which was more than enough to make him shudder and let out another choked moan. His fingers dug into her skin, only becoming a tighter grip as he felt her take the tip inside.
"Oh, fuck." He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a moment to shut himself out so he could feel everything. The warmth, the squeeze, the sound of her soft moans and stifled whimpers as she sank down onto his length. "Feels so perfect. Like always." He breathed out, swallowing harshly before he opened his eyes to look up at her. He could've sworn he'd bust right there if he didn't have self control.
After a moment of adjusting, she began to lift her hips, only to slide back down. She shifted to lean forward, towering over his body to find an angle that she liked. Once comfortable, she worked at her preferred pace as Leon's hands worked to gently increase the speed, guiding her up and down as she got tired throughout the process. His hips bucked lightly, his head falling back against his pillow as he felt himself losing the self control he prided himself in.
"Leon, fuck.." She whined, her hands finding his bicep and shoulder for support as she leaned further over him, giving him a view of her chest that practically made him drool. "Feels so good.." She panted, looking down at him before leaning down all the way to kiss him.
"You look so damn good like this. Bouncing all pretty for me, taking it so perfectly.." He hissed against her lips, grasping desperately at her hips before he felt his balls tighten in a dangerous way. He knew he was close, but he refused to finish before her. He tried his best to ensure that she finished with or before him. "Ooh, my god. 'm so close. Don't know if I can hold it.." He tried to warn, his head rolling back as he closed his eyes to brace himself.
His hand slipped down her hip and found its way to her clit. He worked his thumb along the nub, listening to the way she whimpered at the extra stimulation. He knew she preferred a little extra attention, so he always tried to comply. Lucky for him, that was just what she needed right now.
"Shit, right there. Th-that's perfect. Dont stop. Please, Leon!" Her voice finally got louder, and he couldnt help but smirk with pride, knowing that it was his work being so beneficial for her. He continued his ministrations, and in merely a minute or so, she could barely choke out a warning before she squeezed his length and found it hard to keep going. Her body curled inward slightly, as if seeking stability from him. He hissed, feeling his balls tighten before he reached his own climax, spilling his load inside of her as he grasped her hips and kept her in place, buried to the hilt.
Slowly, the two eventually came down from their individual highs. Leon recovered later, but only because he nearly saw stars with how damn good it felt. He wrapped his arms around her, soothing his hands along her back before he lifted her head, making her look at him.
"You okay?" He whispered.
She nodded lazily, her head only staying upright thanks to Leon's hand holding her jaw in that gentle manner that always made her want to absorb into him and become one.
He carefully maneuvered himself to pull out, laying her down before pressing a kiss to her forehead and departing for a moment. He returned within seconds, holding a damp rag and a dry rag to clean her up. He crawled over her and pressed kisses along her body as he wiped her clean. He tossed the rags into their dirty laundry hamper, snuggling into her before he adjusted her to lay over him as he pulled the comforter over their bodies, his hands remaining on her at all times.
"I love you." He mumbled, his lips gently pressing to her temple.
"I love you, too." She barely mumbled back, the both of them beginning to doze off.
sum; DI!Leon Kennedy coming home to his recently moved in girlfriend after his mission on Alcatraz.
content; just soft love
wc; 1k
pt 1/2, pt 2 here
Leon hated being a federal agent during times like this. Not only was he exhausted and freshly traumatized, but he'd lost his dear motorcycle, and he'd been away from his girlfriend for way too long. It was late when he finally made his way through the apartment building, sighing through each step up the stairs. Leon's gone for weeks, and the damn building still hasn't fixed the elevators, he grumbles at the thought.
Leon finally stumbles through the door to his apartment, which he'd recently started sharing with his girlfriend. He'd normally come home to a mess that he had left before he had to leave, but this time was different. His first time coming from a mission straight home to his sweet girlfriend, who just happened to be half asleep on the couch, groggy and confused at the sound of the door opening. Leon managed a tired chuckle at the sight, noticing how she sat upright when she heard the door, a poor attempt at seeming like she would be awake enough to defend herself if necessary.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you." His voice is low, hushed. He drops his bag, hangs up his jacket, and kicks his shoes off before approaching the couch as his lover stood up with a bit of a stumble from not being fully awake.
"You said you'd text when you were on the way home." She chastised lazily, holding no true anger in her complaint.
"I know, I'm sorry. I should've texted." He frowns, reaching out to accept the way she stepped closer, falling lazily against him. "I'll remember next time. I promise." He murmured, wrapping his arms around her and gently guiding her head to tuck just barely into the crook of his neck.
"You're tense." She observed, lifting her head against his hand as he combed his fingers through her messy locks.
"Only because I'm tired." He said dismissively, not wanting to stress her with the details of his missions when it was so late.
"... You're a bad liar, but I won't pry right now." She admitted temporary defeat before lifting her hands up to cup his cheeks, which Leon immediately melted into with a sigh of relief. He'd missed her so much. The soft skin of her hands, the way her fingertips so gently seemed to have a caress of their own, the way that moments like this seemed to transport him back in time to the day they shared their first kiss after their sixth date.
"I love you." He murmured, melting into her touch and leaning down until his lips met hers, their lips meeting in a soothing yet sleepy kiss. Leon gently placed his hands over her waist, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly on the left side. "I love you so much." He repeated with more insistance, more of a declaration that couldn't be refused even if he were to drop dead in this very moment.
"I love you, too." She returned the words with such comfort and ease, Leon couldn't help but feel the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his jaw unclenched, and the way his back no longer seemed to feel like a rackety old bridge.
"I missed you so much. More than anything. More than.." Leon's words trailed off as he pressed in for another kiss, which held a higher feeling of need. "More than anything." He repeated, knowing he was too tired to come up with something creative or cheesy.
She remained quiet, allowing him to pour every bit of stress into the kiss and the way he held her. When he finally pulled away, it seemed as though time slowed. Leon was still tired, but if she asked him, he'd stay like this for as long as you asked him to.
"I'm so glad you agreed to move in with me." He sighed happily, bringing his hands down to her hips before he lifted her up and settled her legs around his hips, carrying her down the hall to their shared bedroom. He wasn't going to bother with getting changed or anything, but his girlfriend stopped him.
"I love you, but please change before you get into bed." She huffed, settling on the edge of the bed as he set her down. He frowned. "You might not smell that bad, but-"
"That bad?" He frowned deeper, like a hurt toddler. "You wound me, baby."
"Oh, suck it up. Just get changed. Be glad I'm not forcing you to shower this late." She joked lightly, rolling her eyes and earning a small chuckle from Leon.
Leon gave in, walking over to the closet and grabbing out a pair of sweats, boxers, and a t-shirt. His girlfriend got herself comfortable in the bed as he focused on changing, which she watched shamelessly. Once finished, Leon turned and came back to the bed, finally crawling in and collapsing atop of her with a groan from himself and a squeak from his lover.
"Mmh, I missed being so close to you." He barely mumbled, his hands finding their way under her tank top to come and casually rest his left hand over her breast while the other rested on the right side of her ribcage. She rolled her eyes.
"You seem to be more excited to grab at me like a meat chunk rather than enjoy my company." She joked, watching him lift his head and frown for the millionth time. He removed his hand and let it rest on her ribcage.
"I can enjoy your company and your body at the same time, for the record." He huffed, laying his head back down before cuddling up higher to bury his face in her neck as he rolled slightly to let the both of them lay on their sides. Without much more to say, a comfortable silence stretched over the couple, only interrupted by the sound of their breathing and to Leon, the sound of his lover's heartbeat rang within his ears, and he couldn't be more content.
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Too scared that he'll hurt you in his sleep, Leon refuses to ever stay the night. Until finally, he does.
re4!leon x f!reader
warnings: not really proofread idc, light angst not really, fluff and taking care of leon, mentions of nightmares, just sweet reader taking care of her baby
divider by @uzmacchiato
sweet dreams was not a phrase you spoke often to Leon anymore, the term more so representing a mockery and feat that was unattainable. Unfortunately.
Of course, at times the words would slip from your lips and you’d grimace, back pedaling to find something else to say or reluctantly sigh and apologize. It was never a big deal to him. A small smile usually forming and eyes crinkling softly in the corners, maybe a small huff of laughter and a muted, “you know I’ll try,” promised with never any success.
Admittedly it bothered you far more than it bothered him.
For the first few months of your relationship, you were confused, mind running through reasons as to why he would never stay to spend the night, why you could never stay the night. It didn’t quite make sense and your insecurities flooded your mind, but the contradictions of his actions only served to put them at ease. Which was frustrating and only made more questions arise. He’d see you early before sunrise if you wanted, he’d stay with you late into the early ams, spend all his free time with you, was intimate and worshipped you like you deserved it.
So why would he never stay? Why could you never stay?
You were constantly met with the same excuses. Work started too early, he didn’t want to disturb your beauty sleep. You needed it more than him (a lie). His tactical gear and work items were too much to bring to yours. He didn’t want to bring violence into your apartment, didn’t want you to be in an environment that would expose you anymore to his world. He slept better in his bed and moved too much, would only kick you in his sleep.
Every excuse had a perfect rebuttal, but as soon as he smiled softly and apologetically, placing kisses on your forehead and pushing the hair behind your ears, a gentle but firm no leaving his pink soft lips, you’d give up.
Not wanting to push, guilt filling you for trying to persuade him to do something he didn’t want. It made you feel icky, in a sense, heat burning your cheeks, and sheepishly, you’d apologize.
It took a few more months for him to confess his nightmares to you. Particularly after an intimate night far into the early hours of the morning when your legs were intertwined and your head rested on his chest, eyes closed listening to the rhythmic pounding of his heart beat. Fingers threaded through your hair, soft thumbs caressed your skin. And when he kissed your head, your sign that the night was over and he’d leave you once more, tears welled in your eyes.
You felt insolent, whiney, frustrated. Like a child who never got what they wanted and could only cry in response. It was stupid, but so simple.
Why wouldn’t he spend the night? How could he spend all this time with you, sacrifice sleep to stay late or come early, but never sleep and stay with you? The questions ate away at you, chipping away at your composure and while you tried to ignore it, tried swallowing the discomfort and shove it deep down, it only seemed to bother you more over time.
He could sense the shift in your behavior, of course he could. Trained to notice the smallest changes, the most discrete and hidden movements that could reveal any information. Of course he’d notice the curl of your hand, the barely audible hitch of your breath. His heart ached because he knew.
“Whats wrong?” He whispered into the crown of your head, hands not pausing their movements but only holding you tighter to his body.
The faintest of sniffles, the slight scratch of your nails against his skin.
“Is there.. is there somebody else?” The words were hesitant, embarrassed to be asked and you knew the answer was no. Could always feel the love he poured into you.
But you had to ask, had to confirm- because for the life of you, you couldn’t understand why he refused to stay the night.
His hands froze, his turn for his breath to hitch, and something along the lines of panic and frenzy rushed into him. What had he done for you to think this? Why would you think that?
He shifted at once, gently maneuvering your head in his calloused palms to make you face him, hands covering the expanse of your cheeks. Your eyes distracted and unfocused in the soft dim of the lamp glow, rimmed with tears as you looked anywhere but at him, scared, confused, beautiful. So beautiful and full of want, to be wanted by him, to be bare and vulnerable and seen.
“What? Somebody- somebody else? What?”
Your lips parted, but no words came out.
“Hey, cmon. look at me pretty.”
His eyebrows were furrowed, baby blue eyes squinted and burning into yours as if he could see the gears turning in your head. Utter confusion laced in his voice and it was so evident that he had been completely caught off guard.
Your cheeks burned, regretting the question and wishing you could’ve been content in what you had. But it had always sat with you, always lingered in the corner of your mind and thoughts and there was nothing more you wanted than to fall asleep and wake up in his arms, to see his sleepy grin and raspy morning voice and god you wanted it so bad.
“I’m sorry, I-i know that, I just..” the words died down in your throat, itching to pull away but his palms were firm in keeping you there, forcing you to keep eye contact and you hated how well he maintained it when all it did was make you squirm and blush.
“Talk to me baby,” he softly pleaded.
You sighed, briefly closing your eyes for a moment before sitting up, holding the sheets to your naked chest and placing a brief kiss to his plush lips, noticing the way he leaned forward to chase them when you pulled back. His hands fell from your face.
“Why won’t you ever sleep here? Or let me sleep at yours? You- you stay so late, o-or wait for me to fall asleep but you never stay. Please, Leon. At least- at least tell me why?”
You watched an emotion you couldn’t name flash in his eyes, a small but noticeable wince decorating his features like he knew it was coming. He felt horrible, his inability to be honest and instead keep you in the dark on his trauma backfired and he knew better. Knew that it was only a temporary solution that absolutely wasn't viable long term. And he should have known it would only hurt you, the exact thing he was trying to prevent.
How could someone so competent be so dense?
He looked uncomfortable as he looked away, a crack in his composure that was unusual and made guilt pool deep in your stomach. You were the cause, pushing him to reveal something he wasn’t ready to discuss with you yet. You wondered if he didn’t trust you, but you eliminated the thought as soon as it formed. You wouldn’t guilt trip him by asking.
Your fingers twitched, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you hesitantly lifted your hands to place them on his muscular chest.
“I’m-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. You’ll say when you’re ready,” you softly spoke, praying it was enough from him to forgive you and move on, not wanting the night to end like this.
He shook his head, clearing his throat.
“Please don’t apologize. I’m the one that should be sorry and I am, I’m so sorry, baby, making you think that. I,” he sighed, lifting one of your hands to press a kiss to your palm. “I’m so in love with you. And I’ve kept you in the dark for so long, and I’ve been nothing but unfair to you.”
You tilted your head, listening and furrowing your eyebrows as you waited for him to continue speaking.
It was difficult for him to make eye contact now, his fair skin blushing a soft pink as if he, Leon Kennedy, was embarrassed. Your gaze burned into him.
“My job. I,” he exhaled slowly, trying to find the right words to say. “There’s things. That keep me up at night. And when- if- I fall asleep, I get bad dreams. And sometimes when I wake up, I’m yelling. Sometimes I relive… things, and I’m scared,” he swallowed, the words thick and so unlike him. “Scared that I’ll hurt you in my sleep. That I’ll get violent.”
A silence hung in the air.
You knew what his job was like, or well, could imagine. Knew the needed to know information and surface level description, but also knew that only time could reveal his trauma to you. That a majority of his past for the time being would remain unknown and you understood, knew that it would take time for his walls to drop, knew that the people and ghosts that haunted him could only come out when he was ready.
Guilt and sadness chewed at you, your mouth slightly parted as you intently listened to his words, watched the way his jaw clenched and if he hadn’t spoken with such pain, he would have looked completely numb, no emotion to be revealed.
You wanted to cry, wanted to hold and baby him and pamper him. Wanted him to know just how much he meant to you and deserved nothing but the best. Why did the worst things have to happen to the best people? To someone like him?
“L…” you were speechless, unsure of what to say. Leon Kennedy, so fearful of his nightmares and what he might do to you that he refused to fully relax, to fully let himself be at ease with you, for you. Scared of himself.
You couldn’t even imagine what it was like, to constantly be on guard, to never be able to be at peace, not even with the one you loved.
“I should’ve told you from the start. I love you, and it hurts me that I made you think that I would ever be disloyal to you.” He finally turned to make eye contact with you once more. “You’re the only one I want.”
“I never should’ve pushed, Leon, I’m sorry- I was being selfish, a-and i just wanted-“
But he was already shaking his head, already sitting up to pull you in his lap, the skin on skin contact sending jolts of electricity throughout your body and an uncontrollable pool of warmth and desire that came whenever he had you like this.
“No, stop saying sorry. I promise you, there is nothing I want more than for us to sleep,” he smirked for a moment, usual humor poking through even at the worst of times, “well- actually sleep, you know since-“
Your palm playfully smacked his chest, looking away to hide the warmth that creeped up your face. He chuckled in amusement, nipping at the skin of your neck before continuing.
“But I can’t risk it, pretty. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever hurt you. I’d never forgive myself.”
He shifted you on his lap, your legs straddling his bare torso and muscular thighs, ignoring the hardness that was growing again. Fingers ran through his dirty blonde hair, tugging and massaging before one landed in the middle of his forehead.
“There are things in here, Leon kennedy, that I want to learn. And one day, when you’re ready, I’ll be here. Patient and waiting. But you can’t deny yourself this forever. I know you won’t hurt me. I can help you when you have nightmares, my love. Please let me be there for you,” you whispered, kissing his forehead, feeling his hands move to your waist to rub at the skin there.
“What did I do to deserve you?” the question directed at himself.
You scoffed, leaning down to kiss him, heart pounding and throbbing with the physical feeling of pure love pulsing through it. His arms moved to wrap around you, craning his neck to deepen the kiss, groaning when you pulled away.
“Soon, I’ll get you to stay. Sooner than you think,” you spoke determined and confident, gently tracing his lips and attempting to ignore the burn of his perfect eyes and the way they danced over your features, looking at you like you were his everything. And you believed it, because he was yours.
Unable to find the words of what you meant to him, of what you did to him and his heart, he tugged your face down to his, resuming the kiss, spare hand on your waist gripping you to grind against him.
It took months again for there to be a sign of progress. For Leon to stay later and later, but never the entire night. You’d find him nodding off, minutes of true rest before he would jerk up, insisting on leaving.
Each time, while you ached for him to stay, you always agreed. Wanted him to feel comfortable enough to stay on his own terms, to feel safe enough. You’d never force him.
Then one day, a particularly bad one, Leon had come to you after work, far too late, far too exhausted. Every sign of fatigue and burnout and pain visible on his face but denied on his tongue.
Usual bright blue eyes undeniably dulled and fizzed out, purple bags a deep bruise that frustrated you because how could someone still be so perfect and beautiful? And the worst of it all, a body full of aches and pains from the physical trauma he would continue to endure until he showed himself a sliver of mercy.
It pained you beyond belief.
“Baby,” you exhaled as soon as your eyes landed on his battered form, jaw dropping and hands reaching out so gently and softly to push the fallen hair away from his face to reveal bruises littered on his perfect skin.
He cockily grinned to hide the discomfort of it all. “Hi pretty girl.”
You pursed your lips, narrowed your eyes, hand finding his to tug him inside as apologies fell from you at the faintest wince of pain.
“When did you get back? Did you eat? Shower or bath?” you didn't have it in you to feel bad for bombarding him with questions, worry filling you and urging you to act fast.
He huffed a laugh, trailing behind you through your apartment, fingers still intertwined.
“Just now, no, and shower.”
“Just now?? But Leon.. it's after 1??”
He grimaced. “Late mission.”
You paused, turning to face him, to eye up and down his body and take note of marks that decorated his skin, the slight limp he attempted to hide. Your lips curled.
“Hey, I'm okay. You should see the other guy.”
You rolled your eyes, breaking your trance to lead him to your shower.
“C’mon, I'll help you and then, you're eating.”
“Im not hun-”
“Youre eating, Leon”
He bit back a grin, tilting his head as he stared at the back of yours. Gaze admiring you, watching your movements as you turned on the water, so determined and caring all he could do was wonder how he got so lucky and deserving.
It was horrifying. And suddenly he felt serious, not cocky or funny, but so fucking scared and vulnerable. His mind blurred and numbed as your soft hands gently pried his clothing off, untied his laces, only able to nod or shake his head at your questions as you checked in on him.
Couldn't respond or say anything to reassure you when you hissed at the mottled bruises on his torso. Only could think of how you were it for him. How you were so perfect and everything he never deserved.
And then you were helping him over the ledge into the shower, removing your own clothing to join him, nervousnessness and embarrassment nowhere to be found. Only the overwhelming feeling to take care and protect the one you loved. His heart hurt, watching the way your eyes trailed over him.
The two of you stood under the stream, hot water pelting the both of you and steam fogging the bathroom.
As always, your palms found his cheeks, thumbs brushing the deep purple under his blue eyes. “Are you okay, my love?” you whispered, pain and sadness contorted into your pretty features that should have never known the feeling.
He stared at you, wet hair plastered to his face and you brushed it to the side, understanding. You stood on your tippy toes, placing a feather light kiss to his forehead.
Love enveloped the both of you, a tug behind your navels like an invisible string that only wanted to pull you together. Love in every sense of the word.
It was silent and comfortable as you gently washed him, sorrys repeatedly falling from you every time he quietly groaned from a too sore spot. He sighed in relief when you finished, not objecting when your hands massaged shampoo and conditioner into his scalp, head falling forward in bliss. The motion so tender and compassionate, he wanted to whine when it was over.
“Dinner time Leon,” you softly broke the silence, voice barely above a whisper, shutting the water off and wrapping the fluffiest of towels around him before attending to yourself. You helped him dress in his clean spare clothes that lived at yours, ruffled his hair with a towel and giggled when it stuck up in the craziest directions, maneuvered him to sit comfortably in your bed.
“Okay one second, I'll be right back.”
And when you returned with a bowl of food, fully prepared to feed him each bite, only then did he break the silence, voice gravelly and low and laced with a warmth that could only ever be shown to you.
“I love you. So much. Thank you.”
You sat on the edge of the bed, cheeks warming as they always did when he looked at you like that. His full attention on you could be… alot.
“I love you so much. There's nothing you need to thank me for, you would do the same. Now open and stop stalling,” you playfully rolled your eyes, grinning and motioning towards the spoon.
He chuckled, “I can feed myself, yknow?”
“Oh shush, let me take care of you.”
Minutes passed by of slow easy conversation, hushed giggles shared in the space like a secret that could only be heard by the two of you. As usual, he insisted on not wanting to talk about it, instead listening to your day activities and lighthearted teasing. By the time he was done eating, exhaustion well settled into his bones with the undeniable pull to shut his eyes, he slammed them open, immediately shifting up to signal his departure.
You kept your protests to yourself, quickly wracking your brain for an excuse that might get him to stay just a moment longer, ultimately pleading for a few minutes to cuddle. Leon hesitated, knowing it would be difficult to stay awake, but he never stood a chance when it came to your puppy dog eyes that struck something so weak in his chest.
He sighed dramatically as if he was doing something so tortuous against his will before opening his arms wide as an invitation, despite being incredibly sore all over. He didn't care, just wanted you in his arms.
Instead of crawling forward, Leon furrowed his eyebrows as you settled close beside him, laying down and opening your arm in return, motioning towards your chest. He stared in confusion, an eyebrow quirked.
You huffed a laugh at his expression, genuinely confused. “Just let me hold you.”
His expression stayed the same. “You? Hold me?”
You deadpanned, amusement dropping as you lightly and gently tugged his uninjured shoulder towards you, hyperaware of the pain that shot through him with each shift. “Leon. I'm not laying on your ribs. Just come here, let me hold you. Please.”
He grumbled reluctantly, something about his dignity and what type of man he was to lay in his girlfriend's arms, but as soon as he repositioned, head nestled deep into your neck and a relief of pressure lifted off his wounds, every protest abandoned his mind, completely melting into your embrace.
The feeling was embarrassingly enough, almost orgasmic. The way your floral lotion scent flooded his senses, the warmth that enveloped him, and god, he swore he almost started purring when a hand began to run through his hair and the other tickled up and down his back.
He softly groaned, the movement so intimate and pleasurable as your cheek rested on top of his head, his eyes automatically fluttering shut, his mind and body pushed past a newfound limit he had forced again.
“Are you okay, my love?” you whispered so softly, so quietly as your fingers danced and lightly traced over him, coddling him to your chest as if he were something so fragile and deserving of your love and kindness. His throat burned, his own fingers finding purchase in your shirt.
“So okay,” he breathed, tickling the skin of your neck.
A kiss on his head, a gentle touch to his cheek, his bottom lip, the tip of his nose. This was heaven.
“I should go.” But the words were too quiet, merely a meaningless statement that held no weight and practically meant nothing. You hummed in reply, agreeing but knowing. Leon would not be leaving tonight.
He knew he didn't stand a chance with the persuasive lure to finally give in. His body was already there, a forced relaxation taking hold at the exhaustion he had endured as if his body was at last taking over, a faint tingling sensation crawling up every limb, his mind too numb to argue or think.
Sleep. He just wanted to sleep so badly.
Another kiss to his head, a scratch of your nails against his skull.
“Just…f’r t’night..” the words slurred.
You smiled, continuing your movements, holding him against you like someone's favorite stuffed animal.
“Sweet dreams, baby.” But he was already asleep, softly breathing and chest slowly rising up and down, hand still clutched into your shirt.
When he would wake, he’d find the two of you in the exact same position, shock and amazement coursing through him at the success of a sleep filled night that once seemed impossible.
The cure? You.
And he doesn't think he can go a night without you ever again.
retired!leon who still wakes before sunrise as if alarms exist somewhere inside his bones. the house is quiet except for the kettle beginning to hum. he stands at the kitchen window watching pale light spread across the yard, learning what mornings sound like without urgency.
retired!leon who keeps checking locks out of habit, then laughs at himself when you catch him. rain taps gently against the porch while he tests the handle twice more anyway. some instincts outlive the danger that made them.
retired!leon who does not know what to do with idle hands, so he fixes everything. crooked shelves, loose hinges, garden fences leaning tiredly to one side. love becomes visible in the repaired things around the house.
retired!leon who startles when peace lasts too long. on calm afternoons he grows restless, pacing from room to room as sunlight warms the floorboards. you take his hand and walk him outside until his breathing slows.
retired!leon who softens in ways he never had time for before. naps on the couch with a book over his chest, lingering kisses in doorways, asking what you want for dinner like tomorrow is guaranteed. tenderness suits him better than survival ever did.
retired!leon who falls asleep beside you during a thunderstorm, unbothered for once by loud noise. the room flashes white, then settles dark again. his hand remains loosely wrapped around yours all night, trusting the world to wait until morning.
✶ ivykeeper’s note : retiring leon bby, the man needs rest
thank you for spending time beneath the ivy walls ♡ interactions, requests & tiny thoughts are always welcome here. if you’d ever like to leave a small petal behind, my ko-fi helps support both this greenhouse & my education . . .
Leon Kennedy is the type of guy to lay in bed for 30 minutes with you before sleeping, simply because he wants to savor your warmth.
You’re reading or on your phone and hes got his arms softly wrapped around your waist, head against your shoulder and fingers rubbing in circles on your supple skin.
“Oh look at this leon, heh.. see these cats?”
“Mm? Oh they are cute.” He mumbles, cheek squished in your shoulder. The blanket falling off him.
“Dont they look soo much like us?” You giggle and look down at the man, whose practically curled up against you.
“Mhm, yes and you are that very fluffy looking one. Its the prettiest one.” He commented.
You pout from how sweet his comment was, slowly turning on your side to face him and hold him tight, real tight.
“Oh Leon.. i love you..”
a/n i just wanted to get out something leon themed before i continue writing my re9 leon smut!
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Leon being a violent sleep cuddler, unaware of his own strength. You climb into bed while he’s already snoring, and as soon as your head hits the pillow his arms are wrapping around you and yanking you in. He hasn’t even woken up, it’s just a reflex his body gained since you started living together—seeking out the familiarity of your warmth against him. It becomes a problem when you inevitably need to get up and he’s still latched on to your back like a koala, dead weight of his muscular arms keeping you pinned, flexing around you any time you try and move away.
