Riley

TW: NSFW Content, Leon is a messy eater.

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Thinking about RE9!Leon and Wife!Reader There had always been something about Leon's stubble, when he came back from months of being away and tiring missions, he would have a stubble from not being able to shave, as he didn't have time. But when you saw the pricky hair on his face, you found yourself having dirty little fantasies.

Well tonight your husband decided to indulge your fantasies, your hand's where based against the headboard, Leon's muscular arms wrapped around your thighs as he held you to his face, he was groaning and grunted against your slick folds as he devoured you, You arched your back as one hand threw down into Leon's dark hair, gently tugging to pull him even closer.

He looked up at you his blue eyes racking over your figure, to him the sight was enough to make him rock hard, his nose bumping into your clit as his tongue was buried inside you, his stubble was scratching the inside of your inner thigh, creating delicious friction as you grinded against his face, moving against his rhythm.

The man didn't even need to use his fingers to make you come, he knew your body like the back of his hand, pulling you closer to his face if that was even possible, you squealed as you heard Leon slurp something before spitting it back against your folds, you whined softly as you grinded your clit up against his nose.

Leon got the message and soon you where holding onto the bedframe for dear life, as Leon started to devour you using his stubble to his advantage, you were trembling at the intensity and trying to not be too loud since you had gotten complains from the neighbors before, but it was a struggle when Leon was feasting on you like a full course buffet.

"L-Leon." you tried to shutter out but you where cut off as your climax was fast approaching and before you knew it, your orgasm crashed over you as your thighs locked around his head, Leon worked you though your high, making sure to milk as much pleasure from you as possible.

After a few moments and your high was slowly coming down, you finally opened your thighs enough for Leon to move, and he just grinned at you covered in your slick.

"So the stubble is staying?" he asked already knowing the answer to the question as he licked his lips.

Yes the stubble is staying.....

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(Me when people mention Leon's stubble)

Picture Credit: Pinterest

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TW: NSFW Content, Leon is a messy eater.

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Thinking about RE9!Leon and Wife!Reader There had always been something about Leon's stubble, when he came back from months of being away and tiring missions, he would have a stubble from not being able to shave, as he didn't have time. But when you saw the pricky hair on his face, you found yourself having dirty little fantasies.

Well tonight your husband decided to indulge your fantasies, your hand's where based against the headboard, Leon's muscular arms wrapped around your thighs as he held you to his face, he was groaning and grunted against your slick folds as he devoured you, You arched your back as one hand threw down into Leon's dark hair, gently tugging to pull him even closer.

He looked up at you his blue eyes racking over your figure, to him the sight was enough to make him rock hard, his nose bumping into your clit as his tongue was buried inside you, his stubble was scratching the inside of your inner thigh, creating delicious friction as you grinded against his face, moving against his rhythm.

The man didn't even need to use his fingers to make you come, he knew your body like the back of his hand, pulling you closer to his face if that was even possible, you squealed as you heard Leon slurp something before spitting it back against your folds, you whined softly as you grinded your clit up against his nose.

Leon got the message and soon you where holding onto the bedframe for dear life, as Leon started to devour you using his stubble to his advantage, you were trembling at the intensity and trying to not be too loud since you had gotten complains from the neighbors before, but it was a struggle when Leon was feasting on you like a full course buffet.

"L-Leon." you tried to shutter out but you where cut off as your climax was fast approaching and before you knew it, your orgasm crashed over you as your thighs locked around his head, Leon worked you though your high, making sure to milk as much pleasure from you as possible.

After a few moments and your high was slowly coming down, you finally opened your thighs enough for Leon to move, and he just grinned at you covered in your slick.

"So the stubble is staying?" he asked already knowing the answer to the question as he licked his lips.

Yes the stubble is staying.....

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(Me when people mention Leon's stubble)

Picture Credit: Pinterest

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary ꒱ ˎˊ˗ RE2R!Leon Kennedy coming home after a long day at the station to his girl in a pretty lingerie set ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ he’s such a cutie oml

Leon is finally home after twelve brutal hours. The familiar sound of his boots thudding against the hardwood floor echoes through the apartment, sending an excited shiver down your spine as he makes his way through the halls, beelining towards the bedroom like a man on a mission.

“Baby, you would not believe the chase Kevin had me on today.” He groans seconds away from going on a full-blown tangent, then his breath catches in his throat, and he stumbles in the doorway— his eyes widening at the sight of you.

You’re standing there in front of the mirror, dripped in the orangey afternoon glow and pretty lace, looking absolutely angelic, and Leon forgets how to breathe for a good ten seconds because god he feels like one lucky man right now.

“A chase?” You ask sweetly, and he nods dumbly, mouth suddenly very dry.

He doesn’t speak; he can’t; all he manages is a small noise caught between a moan and a ragged sigh as he walks over to you, still wearing his police vest and heavy utility belt.

“It doesn’t even matter.” He breathes out, baby blues dragging along the shape of your perfect body. “You look— I mean— holy shit, you’re gorgeous, so pretty, baby.”

“Yeah?”

You blink up at him coyly as if you weren’t fishing for that exact compliment when you slipped into the lingerie set. You give him a shy little twirl, and he leans back to check you out shamelessly with a boyish sort of grin, his cheeks all pink. Then he’s suddenly fumbling with his gun holster along with his belt, dropping them onto the dresser with a thud so he could get his hands on you without his uniform in the way.

“Yeah, yeah, baby, such an angel. Can I… please?” He trails off, hands hovering over your hips, practically vibrating with excitement.

You nod once, and he’s instantly all over you, his warm palms dragging over the swell of your hips and across the curve of your plush ass, pulling you flushed against him with a groan— the sound low, rich with appreciation and very much happy, like a puppy who's been given his favourite treat.

“Leon-” you giggle, all giddy from his affection, fingers curling lightly into his biceps as he squeezes your ass, playfully toying with the thin fabric of your panties.

“Sorry, sorry. I can’t help it, baby.” He murmurs lamely, running his fingertips up your spine to play with the lace straps of your cute little bralet that cups your breasts perfectly. “Got the prettiest girl in all of Racoon City.”

You huff in fond amusement, hands cupping his face as he leans down to kiss your exposed collarbones, each smack of his lips sloppier than the last.

“Just Racoon City?” The question comes out teasingly, and he pulls back, face all flushed.

“No, the whole wide world, baby… hell, the universe.” He corrects himself with that charming smile, eyes fixed up onto you as he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees. “Wanna kiss you everywhere,” he confesses, already kissing down your soft tummy as his hands fall to squeeze your hips. “So damn pretty n’all mine, you make me feel so damn lucky.”

Without warning, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, brushing a feather-light kiss to the cute little bow on the hem of your panties, then another over the lace that covers your pussy. You gasp, hands grasping at his shoulders to try and stabilise yourself as he darts his tongue out to taste you through the flimsy piece of lingerie.

“Leon, you can’t go down on me here, m’gonna fall.” you huff quietly, a little amused, and he simply blinks up at you with those blue eyes of his.

“You won’t fall, won’t let you.” He promises, tilting his head to press a wet kiss to your inner thigh, “Wanna taste you through these pretty panties, then again without ‘em, can I do that, baby? Please? Had such a long day at work too, please?”

And how could you say no when he’s on his knees, begging for you?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary ꒱ ˎˊ˗ RE2R!Leon Kennedy coming home after a long day at the station to his girl in a pretty lingerie set ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ he’s such a cutie oml

Leon is finally home after twelve brutal hours. The familiar sound of his boots thudding against the hardwood floor echoes through the apartment, sending an excited shiver down your spine as he makes his way through the halls, beelining towards the bedroom like a man on a mission.

“Baby, you would not believe the chase Kevin had me on today.” He groans seconds away from going on a full-blown tangent, then his breath catches in his throat, and he stumbles in the doorway— his eyes widening at the sight of you.

You’re standing there in front of the mirror, dripped in the orangey afternoon glow and pretty lace, looking absolutely angelic, and Leon forgets how to breathe for a good ten seconds because god he feels like one lucky man right now.

“A chase?” You ask sweetly, and he nods dumbly, mouth suddenly very dry.

He doesn’t speak; he can’t; all he manages is a small noise caught between a moan and a ragged sigh as he walks over to you, still wearing his police vest and heavy utility belt.

“It doesn’t even matter.” He breathes out, baby blues dragging along the shape of your perfect body. “You look— I mean— holy shit, you’re gorgeous, so pretty, baby.”

“Yeah?”

You blink up at him coyly as if you weren’t fishing for that exact compliment when you slipped into the lingerie set. You give him a shy little twirl, and he leans back to check you out shamelessly with a boyish sort of grin, his cheeks all pink. Then he’s suddenly fumbling with his gun holster along with his belt, dropping them onto the dresser with a thud so he could get his hands on you without his uniform in the way.

“Yeah, yeah, baby, such an angel. Can I… please?” He trails off, hands hovering over your hips, practically vibrating with excitement.

You nod once, and he’s instantly all over you, his warm palms dragging over the swell of your hips and across the curve of your plush ass, pulling you flushed against him with a groan— the sound low, rich with appreciation and very much happy, like a puppy who's been given his favourite treat.

“Leon-” you giggle, all giddy from his affection, fingers curling lightly into his biceps as he squeezes your ass, playfully toying with the thin fabric of your panties.

“Sorry, sorry. I can’t help it, baby.” He murmurs lamely, running his fingertips up your spine to play with the lace straps of your cute little bralet that cups your breasts perfectly. “Got the prettiest girl in all of Racoon City.”

You huff in fond amusement, hands cupping his face as he leans down to kiss your exposed collarbones, each smack of his lips sloppier than the last.

“Just Racoon City?” The question comes out teasingly, and he pulls back, face all flushed.

“No, the whole wide world, baby… hell, the universe.” He corrects himself with that charming smile, eyes fixed up onto you as he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees. “Wanna kiss you everywhere,” he confesses, already kissing down your soft tummy as his hands fall to squeeze your hips. “So damn pretty n’all mine, you make me feel so damn lucky.”

Without warning, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, brushing a feather-light kiss to the cute little bow on the hem of your panties, then another over the lace that covers your pussy. You gasp, hands grasping at his shoulders to try and stabilise yourself as he darts his tongue out to taste you through the flimsy piece of lingerie.

“Leon, you can’t go down on me here, m’gonna fall.” you huff quietly, a little amused, and he simply blinks up at you with those blue eyes of his.

“You won’t fall, won’t let you.” He promises, tilting his head to press a wet kiss to your inner thigh, “Wanna taste you through these pretty panties, then again without ‘em, can I do that, baby? Please? Had such a long day at work too, please?”

And how could you say no when he’s on his knees, begging for you?

leon never says anything right away, always taking time to observe before reacting. 

he watches the way you disappear into the bathroom before dates. the faint click of your makeup compacts, the hiss of the hairspray, the soft music you play while getting ready. by the time you step out, you’re smiling at him like it didn’t take you an hour deciding between two identical outfits.

but he notices.

notices the way your lipstick matches the blush on your cheeks. the special occasion earrings you wear only on dates. the perfume that lingers on his jackets, which change depending on the season (he likes the floral one best). 

and, of course, the questions you always ask.

“does this look okay?

“is this shirt too bright?...or not bright enough?”

“will these heels match your shoes?”

leon thought it was ridiculous at first. as if there could ever be a version of you he wouldn’t look at like you hung the stars yourself. 

it finally clicked one day while he was waiting outside your apartment. you were running late which was a rare occasion. when you finally appeared in front of him, you had an embarrassed smile while apologizing about redoing your makeup.

that night at dinner, he caught himself staring. you looked gorgeous, you always did. but he saw how clean your eyeliner was, how smooth your cheeks were, and how kissable your lips looked despite the plate of pasta you devoured. 

the thought of you taking the time and effort to be so beautiful, just for him? that settled in his chest and followed him home.

the next morning, rather than just putting on the first shirt he sees, he pauses. his hand lingers over an old, loose academy shirt before reaching for a black fitted one instead. he remembers the way you gawked at him the first time he wore it, the memory making him chuckle. 

he spends more time fixing his hair, but grows frustrated that it doesn’t move with his fingers dipped in water. that afternoon, he bought a new hair serum. one of the best, at least, that’s what the sales lady said. 

he starts using moisturizer before bed and sunscreen in the morning.

he’s more generous with the cologne that made you bury your face in his neck for a second longer than usual. 

even his workouts change. he still trains because he has to, but maybe he adds one more set. maybe he holds the plank a little longer. maaaaybe he does pushups before he comes to see you. you don’t seem to mind when the sleeves of his shirts began to fit tighter around his arms than they used to.

leon thought it was only fair, and he doesn’t mention any of it.

it wasn’t until one evening when you’re standing behind him in his kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist while he’s washing dishes. your fingers squeezed the taut muscle of his abdomen.

“have you been working out more?”

leon glances over his shoulder, pretending to think about it. “...maybe.”

“maybe?” you giggle, feeling his arms. “your shirts didn’t used to fit like this.”

he dries his hands before turning around to face you. he leans against the counter, pulling you close. 

“you spend a lot of time getting pretty before you see me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “figured I should put in some work too.”

you blinked. “for me?” 

he could feel his ears heating up. “didn’t seem right letting you be the only one trying.”

the look on your face (and the kisses you smothered him in) made everything worth it.

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| ♡ | In which just about every man in the Raccoon City Police Department wants you. Pt. 2

Warnings: catcalling, reader likes tea.

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It was no secret that most of the men in the Raccoon City Police Department had a thing for you. Lingering gazes, wolf whistles, giggles when a male officer would come up to speak to you one on one. It was honestly quite annoying.

You had become the receptionist at the RCPD 6 months ago, and for 6 months you had felt agonizing dread when it came down to the part of the job where you had to speak to the officers. Yeah, they would help you with the simplest tasks, and would shower you with compliments, and would quite frankly boost your ego, but is it all that good when they just lack manners? Never a thank you, or a goodnight (unless a friend is watching), and don’t even forget about the time you had to bend over to pick something up and you ended up startled from laughter and wolf whistles erupting from the group of officers behind you.

Of course they had tried many times with you, asking you on dates, bringing you coffee, talking to you for a little too long when you were just trying to do your paperwork. But who really wants a man old enough to be their father- no grandfather. It did pain you to admit that there was one man who did happen to catch your eye. He was a rookie. He joined maybe 3 months ago? You weren’t quite sure. But when he needed help finding paperwork for a case he was on, you couldn’t help but be stunned more a moment by his manners. I mean, none of the officers really had any when it came to needing your help.

“Excuse me?” You looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and your gaze immediately stayed locked on his face.

“Hi— I was wondering if you could help me find the incident report sheets please?”

Okay, MAYBE the bar was on the floor. But how could you contain yourself when he looked at you with those soft blue eyes and that pout?

You offered a smile that was a little more than polite, “of course.”

You couldn’t miss the way his cheeks warmed up.

You stood up from the front desk, despite being annoyed whenever other officers asked you for a favor requiring you to leave it. When you peered behind you to ensure he was still following, he looked like a puppy following you for a treat.

You led him to the shelf right outside the records room and passed him one of the sheets. “Here you go.”

His hand seemed to have a slight tremble as he took the paper from you. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. Sorry for dragging you from the desk I just really didn’t know to ask— ”

“It’s okay, I insist. Leon, right?”

He nodded quickly in response. “I didn’t think you knew my name.” He giggled…awkwardly. And his hand found the back of his neck.

During the painfully awkward conversation you look over and see two older officers (one of which you rejected) murmuring while staring at the two of you and then breaking into a fit of laughter. Assholes. You turn back to Leon.

“Of course I did.”

“Thanks again” he smiles shyly.

As he turns away you reach out for his wrist. “Wait—”

When he turns back to you he’s simply red and tense.

“Sorry I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out…maybe to a movie or get dinner or something.”

You didn’t know if it was the way his biceps would tense when you would smile at him or the way his hair fell perfectly, or maybe it was just the immature dogs of men that were pissing you off in the corner.

“No it’s— I mean— yes! I would love to!” He was certainly biting back a bigger smile. He was definitely trying to seem nonchalant even though it was absolutely not working in his favor.

“Great.” You nodded and looked down to realize you were still holding his wrist. You quickly released it and turned to go back to the front desk without another word. Who needs to plan dates anyway? As you sit back at your desk you realize you quite literally gave him no details, time, or a date.

The next morning you come in, Leon walks in a few minutes after you, 2 coffees in hand.

“Morning. I brought you—” he cuts himself off after peering down and seeing you in fact already have a coffee. Funny enough, you didn’t even buy it yourself.

The man who brought it for you actually walked past him and muttered something before laughing and walking away.

“Sorry.”

He shakes his head, “no I’m sorry. Honestly I didn’t even know if this order was right. I just usually see you drinking tea and assumed…”

You stopped listening to him and got lost in thought. He wasn’t holding 2 coffees. For the small amount of time you have been here, countless officers have brought you coffee in the morning, and you have no choice but to politely accept. The coffee never actually touches your lips as you find your way to make yourself a tea. Not before tossing whatever coffee and simply saying you finished it quickly if you get asked where it went.

“I really appreciate that.” Your voice is genuine. You probably sound overly appreciative, but seriously how can you help yourself? One officer out of this entire force has actually been able to notice something about you instead of just thinking with his di—

“So about that date.”

You nod. Sometime during his ramble he ended up placing the tea on your desk.

“I know this really good Italian restaurant that’s downtown. If you don’t like Italian I totally know other places we could go.” He totally does not, but that’s okay!

“Italian is perfect.”

“Okay…” He smiles a little more widely now. “Okay that sounds good. We can go after work tomorrow?”

“I’d love that Leon.”

He offers another shy smile and nod before going to his desk in the east office. The same two officers who were watching you two the day before were eavesdropping again and looked appalled at the fact the rookie was able to score a date before they were.

You still don’t know if it was truly for his looks and kindness or if it was just because that’s what the officers don’t have, but maybe the date wouldn’t be so bad.

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cant stop thinking of older!leon getting off and fantazing about you in the middle of the night but he feels so guilty about it

!!!!! : male masturbation , unspecified age gap , mdni

the dream had been so fucking vivid that when leon snapped awake, his breath rattled in his chest as if he’d just sprinted a mile in full tactical gear. his dark, quiet bedroom felt freezing against the heat radiating off his skin, the silence being suffocating in the middle of the night. for a brief second, he really thought he’d wake up to find you pinned beneath him on the mattress— , your pretty face flushed red, your soft lips parting around desperate moans as you took every single inch of his thick cock. in the dream, you weren't the fresh-faced, mouthy rookie who drove him up the wall at the office every single day. in the dream, you were his. you were writhing under him, whimpering his name, acting like the annoying brat you were until he fucked that needy, smart-mouthed attitude right out of you.

a ragged, bitter groan tore from leon's throat as reality slammed back into him. you weren't here. you were in your own apartment, miles away, completely oblivious to the filthy, inappropriate thoughts your supervisor was having about you.

"fuck..." he rasped, the sound rough and gravelly in the dark room.

he threw his right arm over his eyes, blinding himself to the ceiling while his lower body throbbed with a relentless, aching heat. he was hard as a rock, his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his cotton boxers. he tried to push the image of you away, tried to remind himself that he was your superior, that he was years older than you, that he was supposed to keep you safe and train you, not lie in his bed in the dead of night aching to bend you over his desk. but every time he closed his eyes, he saw your stubborn, glossy lips back-talking him, the way your eyes flashed when he corrected your form, and the way your cute little waist looked when you leaned over to check a file. you had gotten under his skin so easily, pushing every single one of his buttons until he was practically losing his mind.

unable to fight the throbbing ache between his legs any longer, leon's left hand drifted downward, his broad palm resting over his stomach before slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.

his fingers wrapped around the base of his swollen shaft, a low grunt escaping his chest at the sudden, burning contrast of his warm skin. his grip was firm, instinctively heavy-handed as he began to slide his palm up to his broad tip, gathering the slick pre-cum bead at the head and smearing it down his length with long, agonizingly slow strokes. the memory of your voice in his dream—crying out his name, begging him to go faster—echoed in his ears, making his hips jerk upward into his own palm in a subtle, desperate motion.

"shit... fucking brat," he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenching so tight the muscle leaped under his skin. he hated himself for this. the guilt was a heavy, sickening knot in his stomach, telling him how wrong it was to touch himself to the thought of his rookie, but the sheer arousal coursing through his veins completely drowned out his discipline.

he stroked himself faster, the friction wet in the quiet room as his thumb rubbed rhythmic, firm circles right over his sensitive tip. he pictured grabbing you by those hips, pulling your soft body flush against his, and listening to you mewl helplessly as he dragged his cock over your soaking folds. he wanted to hear you whine, wanted to feel your tight, hot walls clenching around him until you were completely wrecked for him.

the thought pushed him right over the edge. leon’s breath hitched violently, his hips snapping upward as a dark, gravelly groan broke from his throat. his grip tightened, pumping his hand quickly over his shaft as his body locked up, his muscles straining against the mattress as he came hard, spurting several thick hot ropes of his arousal across his flat, toned stomach.

he lay there in the dark,chest heaving up and down, his hand slowly coming to stop around his sensitive, twitching cock. the slick warmth coating his skin was a stark, humiliating reminder of what he had just done. he pulled his hand out from his pants, letting it fall onto the mattress beside him as he stared up at the shadowed ceiling, the guilt settling back into his chest twice as heavy as before.

he had gotten himself off, but as his breathing slowly leveled out, the cold realization hit him like a punch to the gut. it wasn't enough. rubbing one out to a fantasy in the dark didn't fix a damn thing. what he actually needed—what was driving him fucking crazy—was the real thing. what he really needed is you.

[dad!Leon Kennedy x reader]

Warnings: dad!Leon, dentist, blood, baby seats in the Porsche, tooth rotting fluff, the dilf at the dentist's office

Summary: Leon being a competent dad, that's it, that's the plot. or: You're on vacation with your friends and Leon's home alone with the kids. Your son fell off a playhouse at school and needs to be taken to the dentist to get it fixed.

a/n: Can be read as a spin-off to my Cooperative Parenting series or on its own. Either version of Leon works for this, so do as your heart desires. Ollieeee <3 Alvaaaaa <3

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