Dominique

Leon is too clingy during renovation at their apartment lmao

“Why do we have to do this?” he spoke, sitting on the toilet seat with you on his lap. You gently slid the razor against his foamed skin, making sure not to nick him. “It won’t kill you to shave every now and then, sweetheart. You’re a hot, old man, not a hot, old man,” you scoffed. “Besides, I don’t want it getting too long. I like the stubble,” you angled the razor again.

“Of course you do,” he grumbled. You gave him a grin and pecked his lips, sipping off the excess shaving cream. “We’re done. Look at you! All so smooth and young again,” you cupped his cheeks, pinching them teasingly. He glanced at himself in the mirror, a new, anxious glint in his eyes.

You sighed and your smile became reassuring and sympathetic, “We can’t change the past, Leon. Though, you can’t keep running from it either.” You redirected his focus to you, “I get why you don’t like it.”

He scoffed, “And why don’t I like it?”

You frowned.

“Because you still see the twenty-one year old back in Raccoon City in the mirror.”

He paused at your words. They had hit him deep within. Grazing a hatchet he claimed he had buried decades ago.

Sighing, you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pressed your forehead against his back. You stood there quietly, hugging and giving him comfort before speaking, “You can’t hide from yourself, Leon.”

You felt his hands shakily cradle yours, silently keeping you there, “I want to. I really fucking want to.” Your grip tightened around him as you listened. “I know I can’t,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against him. “I’m here for you. I’m always here for you, sweetheart,” you mumbled reassuringly.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Leon shakily stared at the ruins of RPD in front of him, hearing your words echo through his mind like a constant chime. The past was hitting him hard, and you weren’t there to physically talk him through it.

His hand shakily dug into his pocket, staring at a crinkled photo of you two together. His breathing evened out as tension turned into determination. He wasn’t going to give up now.

The scars. The veins. The roughness across his knuckles from hundreds of punches.

This is a man who has broken bones, kicked through doors, reloaded weapons under pressure, and yet somehow his fingers would curl around your jaw like you're made of glass.

Thumb brushing your lower lip.

Eyes half lidded.

Like he's trying very hard not to do something selfish.

The chest harness, the black gloves, the thigh holster

leon kennedy awake in your kitchen before you've even finished making coffee is what ruins you permanently

barefoot

half awake

leaning on the counter

muttering something soft and unfairly gentle under his breath

“Mmm…smells good in here, sweetheart”

like surviving nightmares never stopped him from learning how to be domestic

and the worst part is how he makes it feel like this version of him has always existed

Shorter answers, firmer hands, tighter jaw.

You almost prefer when he's sarcastic because silent Leon means he's imagining everything that could've happened to you.

Leon Kennedy who doesn't get jealous often because he doesn't think he has the right.

Until he catches some guy leaning too close to you.

And it's subtle at first. A hand on the small of your back. That hand beginning to slide down.

Leon appearing at your shoulder.

His voice low. "You ready to go?"

Not are you having fun? Not who's this?

You blink at him. The stranger blinks at him.

And Leon gives him this polite little smile that somehow feels like a threat.

His hand settles on your waist, leaving no room for the handsy stranger. He's firm. Possessive. He doesn't make a scene, but he's made his point.

Later, in the car, when you ask if he was jealous, he keeps his eyes on the road.

His jaw is tight.

older leon kennedy who’s exhausted and broad and built like a man who stopped caring years ago about whether he looked intimidating to people or not

and one night you’re half asleep against him on the couch when his shirt shifts just enough for you to notice the soft trail of chest hair disappearing beneath the collar

and god

it does something genuinely chemical to you

because leon isn’t polished

he’s not curated

he’s warm skin and rough hands and old scars and the quiet masculinity of a man who’s lived in his body instead of performing it

you touch his chest absentmindedly once while he’s talking

just a tiny drag of your fingertips through the hair there

and he stops midsentence

completely

his eyes drop to your hand

then slowly lift back to your face

“…you doin’ that on purpose?” he asks, voice suddenly rougher than before

you smile innocently and do it again

and leon actually closes his eyes for a second like he’s gathering himself spiritually

because the thing about him is that he can survive gunfights and bioweapons and government collapse

but the woman he loves touching his bare chest affectionately while looking at him like he hung the moon?

Nigerian Pride 🏳️‍🌈🇳🇬

ᥫ᭡. ⋮ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝓎𝓅ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 𝓁ℯℴ𝓃 𝘨𝒾𝓋ℯ𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 .ᐟ

⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼. 𝟏𝟖+. soft. intimate. kisses. 𝓼𝓯𝔀 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼.

( ʕ·ᴥ·ʔっᢉ𐭩 ₊˚⊹) 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 ─ leon kisses you like he’s a man starved. it’s always messy and driven by desperation. it’s natural to him. he knows how to drag kisses out to make you breathless and when to nip at your bottom lip to make you gasp, letting him lick into your mouth so that you’ll pant and whimper into him. he gets lost in kissing you and it never fails to make you feel dizzy 𑣲

( ʕ·ᴥ·ʔっᢉ𐭩 ₊˚⊹) 𝓃ℯ𝒸𝓀 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 ─ leon is obsessed with kissing the sensitive spots on your neck. he loves being able to feel your soft whines and gasps catching in your throat, right under his lips, as he starts to graze his teeth against your skin. it drives him crazy, spurs him on and he can’t ever get enough before you’re hissing with the sting of his beard bringing your skin out in a pink rash 𑣲

( ʕ·ᴥ·ʔっᢉ𐭩 ₊˚⊹) 𝓉𝒽𝒾ℊ𝒽 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 ─ the soft skin of your thighs gets kissed, bitten and littered with bruises that bloom slowly as leon takes breaks from making you come. his stubble damp with your slick and his eyes half lidded whilst he watches your cunt clench with every kiss that eventually turns into a deep, throbbing, suck that makes you choke out a little sob before you beg for more 𑣲

( ʕ·ᴥ·ʔっᢉ𐭩 ₊˚⊹) 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 ─ any time that leon has you bent over with your back arched while he fucks into you slowly but so deeply, he dots kisses down the length of your spine. all the way from the very top, by your neck, to the bottom. mumbling praise in between each soft kiss, telling you how good you are and how well you’re taking him, leaving you whimpering into the sheets 𑣲

Touch starved Leon who doesn’t realize just how touch starved he is until you almost tackle him to the ground when he gets home from a mission. No, he’s not letting you up. This is your home now. You’ve gotta wait till he’s ready to move, and even then, he will continue to at least have a hand on you for the next 24 hours. No. Personal space is not a thing.