#Leon Kennedy x Black!reader

[gamblersdoll]

rain makes leon feel.. rougher than most.

maybe its because of the louder sounds of the water hitting the windows, or the ground. but he knows it sparks something in him.

“holy shit.” he growls, gripping the under of your ass. “s’fuckin tight..” you hear the whine in his throat, forcing his cock deeper into your soppy pussy.

“leon!” you moan, nails digging in the pillow. you clenched around his cock, hair being pulled back as he pounded into your creamy walls.

“fuck baby..!” he groans, face coming close to your ear and breathed heavily. “all mine.. all mine.” he chants, all of his body weight in each thrust pushing you up. the rain poured harder, his hands on your hips.

“m going to cum, gonna cum!” he babbles, gnawing at your shoulder and licking the tenderized skin. “take me, take me please sweet girl!”

you nod, looking back at him and looking into his eyes. “cum ‘fer me, just like that, right there baby.” his lower jaw slacks, drool dribbling out into your thigh as he fucks his warm seed into your abused cervix.

“thats it, my baby..” you praise, throbbing your walls and moaning from his come seeping from your pussy.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This one has been done for a while, but I haven’t posted it cause I didn’t really like what I wrote, I think. Not sure, but I posted it to see if you guys would like it.

It’s similar to the other blurb I made with Leon and Luis, but I still hope this one is somewhat enjoyable. 🤞🏽

Pairing: RE4 Remake!Leon S. Kennedy x reader

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“So, you gonna come train with me, or just sit there?” Leon asked, shooting the targets that appeared in front of him.

Courtesy of the Merchant.

“I am practicing, if you must know.”

The session stops and Leon puts his guns safety on, pointing it at the floor. “Practicing? What are you practicing exactly?”

“The art of seduction.” I said, and he laughs setting his gun down on the table.

“Can I ask why you’re practicing that?”

“Well, I vowed to never tell, but for you,” I lean closer to his ear. “I’ll make an exception.”

He grins shaking his head, resting his hands on my hips. “I’m practicing, because I wish to use it on someone, I know.”

“Do I know this someone?”

“Yep. You know him well.” He grins, cheekily. “He’s tall. Sweet as candy. A romantic..” He hums as my description of this ‘special’ someone.

“His hair is incredibly soft, and silky.” I reach up to touch his hair, before bringing it down, setting it on his chest. “And his name begins with an ‘L.’ I’m sure, you know who I’m talking about.”

He nods, “It’s me.”

“It’s Luis.” We said at the same time and Leon rolls his eyes, backing away from me.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, as he faced forward. “Mostly.”

He scoffs, taking the safety off and make sure, the mag was full. I back up and lean up against the table. “You know, you’re cute when you’re jealous.” I mess with the hair, that fell in front of his face.

He doesn’t respond, going over to the targets. “I wasn’t lying about all the things I just said. It was truly meant for you, Lee.”

“But I had to say it, it was there for the taking.” I laugh, and Leon can’t help but laugh with me.

My laugh just so happened to be contagious.

[glorixuspurpose]

Back in my Resident Evil era once again...

thinking about making a leon fic ngl

[sammysficfactory]

Charlene

leon kennedy × blackcoded!reader

tags: angst, hurt/no comfort

summary: it’s all over, and leon’s the cause

wc: 0.4k words

notes: based off of charlene by anthony hamilton, this is short sorry, beta read, feedback is welcome!

Coming home to absolute silence was never a normal thing for Leon. He was used to hearing the quiet conversations on the TV in your shared bedroom, or seeing you on the couch, waiting for him to return to ramble about your day and how something made you feel. But today there was nothing.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, I’m home.” He calls out your name, only for silence to follow. He starts to notice strange things, your mug is missing from the kitchen counter, and he can’t find your keys. He didn’t even notice your car was gone because he was so tired. As he sets his duffle bag on the floor, he sees a folded piece of paper with the words ‘To: Leon’ written in your handwriting. He picks it up and unfolds it. The first thing he notices are the tear stains that seem to be their own punctuation, found in random places on the paper. He begins reading.

“Leon,

While you were gone, I fought with myself over this, but I’ve made my choice. I love that you’re dedicated to your job, your passion is one of the many reasons I said yes when you proposed three years ago. I can feel us growing apart with each argument, and it feels like I’m competing with the DSO for your attention.

I need to put myself first now, and I can’t keep neglecting my feelings just because I love you. I’m not blaming you or pointing any fingers, but you need to know how I feel. The divorce papers should come in the mail soon. I’m sorry.

Love yours,

Y/N”

Leon can feel the air being stolen from his lungs with every word he reads, and his own tears begin to stain the paper next to yours. It’s poetic almost, the way all of his tears seemed to touch yours in one last attempt to reach some form of you. He takes a seat on the couch, the only thing heard in the house is his racing heart and tears dropping on the paper.

The silence is deafening and heart wrenching, he was so used to your bright and animated way of talking. Now that he didn’t have it, it was killing him. Even the nature of the letter was emotionless, save for your tears. That’s how he knew the damage was done. He knew he had no chance now.

The guilt of his negligence weighed heavily upon his chest, making it hard to breathe through the all too late realization that he was the one who ended the marriage. Leon was the reason his own fairytale had to end.

[lxstfuleclipse]

author’s note: this is for @tradgothprompto ! i love their writing so much omg, so i conjured up a special lil’ something to cheer them up!

【 summary!! reader has a bad case of the cramps and leon comes to your rescue. 】

【 content warning!! period comfort, mentions of cramps, pet names, real fluffy time, just leon being a good ass bf, as he should. 】

Everything hurts.

A low groan leaves your lips as you throw your arm over your face, your other hand clutching a heating pad as you pressed it against your abdomen. You already hated that time of the month, but the cramps today was starting to kick your ass. Why hasn’t that damn Tylenol kicking in yet? You wanted- no, needed, for the pain to cease..

You barely had it in you to move from your bed, feeling like you were being torn apart from the inside little by little. It was unbearable.

You hear the front door open and the jingle of keys, you knew it was Leon finally coming home. But, you didn’t have it in you to meet him at the door like you usually would to greet him. You stayed in the not-so-comfort of your bed, trying desperately to take your mind away from the pain or try to sleep it off to the sound of the television playing some stupid reality show.

“Huh, there you are. I was looking for you, almost thought you weren’t home.”

He places a kiss on your head, it makes you smile but the pain knocks it right off your face as you let out a deep sigh.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” He asks, worry beginning to form on his face. You never wanted him to worry, especially since he was already dealing with so much because of work, especially those missions that he’s not supposed to talk about with you, and his things from his past. He tilts his head before taking notice of the heating pad, understanding what was bothering you so much. He knew that it bothered you a lot, but he hated to see you in such a state. You took deep and shaky breaths to keep yourself from crying because of how intense the pain was, but you had someone to help take care of you now.

“Does it hurt real bad, baby? What can I do to make it better, sweet love?” His voice low and full of concern for you, he wasn’t even trying to make you melt and you wanted to be a puddle.

God, who did this man think he is? Coming in here being all sweet and loving, so doting for his one and only. You just wanted to hold him forever and never let him go, never letting him go back on another mission, not even another meeting. You wanted him home all the time, you wished for it all the time. You just wanted to be held in his arms, knowing that nothing bad would happen as long as he was here to protect you — to love you.

You slowly turned to face him, a small smile lifting your lips. “Um.. if it’s okay with you, could you get me some water? And maybe something to eat? I don’t remember the last time I even got up, everything hurts like hell.”

With a smile and a nod, he leaves the room. You hear the opening and closing of cabinets, the familiar click-click of the stove igniting. Oh, he didn’t have to cook you anything, why was he being so sweet to you? You were going to literally die, he was about to be the death of you and you didn’t mind one bit.

He pushes the door open with his back against it, holding a water bottle and a plate of food with a few cookies on the side that was just calling your name. He smiles as he sets it down carefully on the nightstand before changing into more comfortable clothes so he could climb into bed with you. He carefully wrapped an arm around you, closing the gap between you as you wasted no time nuzzling into his neck to take in his warmth. He smiled, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he gently caresses your tummy.

You needed this, you really did.

“Is this okay?” He asks, pressing soft kisses against your cheek as you giggle, nodding as you give your heating pad a break for a bit.

“It’s perfect, Leon. . thank you so much for all this. I swear, I don’t deserve you.” You say with a chuckle, shaking your head. Leon deserved so much better, he deserved the world but it only turned its back on him. He’s a slave to the man now, not having the choice but to go on life-threatening missions almost every day, barely receiving a break. His only motivation now is you, and he wanted to be there for you. He’s been through so much pain, you knew how badly he was suffering inside, even when he tried to mask it.

You wish that you could just take all that pain away, lock it up somewhere and toss the key. He didn’t deserve it, any of it.

He smiles before getting comfortable with you, facing the TV as the show continued without interruption. He chuckled at the drama going on between two women, who were fighting over some stupid guy who was probably playing them both anyway. “Okay, what’s going on now?”

You laughed, taking a bite out of your sandwich as you gesture towards the tv, turning up its volume. “Uh, I don’t even know. I think these idiots are in a love triangle with this stupid ass guy, but I’m pretty sure he’s playing them both while trying to get with another chick in the house. Real messy stuff.”

“Sounds pretty stupid. I’m in.” He said, a small smile on his face as he snuggles close to you, giving you all that you need to take your mind off of the pain.

He was home now, and he didn’t mind taking care of his little love.

【 REBLOGS APPRECIATED!! 】

[maisy1111]

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

[actually-mentally-ill]

when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n

[darkmemesworld]

Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie 😦?

All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me??? But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up 🤔

[2dmenenthusiast]

Put another OC in the x reader tag, I dare you...

[lxvvie]

Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

[markgraysons1girlfriend]

I HATE WHEN PEOPLE WRITE THINGS LIKE “You tied your long, straight hair into a ponytail” bro I am BLACK I DO NOT HAVE STRAIGHT HAIR!!! AND ALSO “Your face turned as red as a strawberry/tomato” once again I am BLACK. LEAVE US BLACK READERS ALONEEEEEE!!!

Also make more Sun God Nika/Gear 5 Luffy x Reader. I love that guy

[gamblersdoll]

“b—baaaby!” he moans, digging the back of his head into the pillow. his eyes screw shut, jaw agape. your hand was around his throat, not even choking him, just resting.

“like that, baby?” you whisper, rolling your hips around his cock. “cmon, leon.” you coo, meanwhile his hands were moving your hips back and forth desperately.

“yes! yes! yes!” he whines, heels of his feet digging into the mattress now. “please make me pleasure you, please darling!” he begs, looking up at you pleading. you press both of your hands on his pectorals and start moving your hips up and down at a decent pace.

he leaned up, hand wrapping around your neck and kissing you sloppily. he moans in the kiss, “spit in my mouth, please. wan’a taste you.” he asks, you denied though, muttering about doing it another time. needy and disappointed leon fell back against the bed, feeling his balls start to lurch and tighten–fuck hes closer.

“tell me how it feels, baby.”

“bout.. to.. nut in you..” he says between each slam of your hips onto his cock. he nods at the ‘yeah? you finna nut in me,baby?’ and leans up, holding you close as he thrust his last efforts into you. hot creamy ropes pooling into your womb.

his breaths are jagged, only settling when he feels your hands in his hair and kissing his forehead.

knowing how he is, you turn the both of your bodies over and he lays on top of your body. he feels the soft mounds of your breast and nuzzles into it. “i love you, darling.” he mumbles, kissing your sternum.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Remember that one Leon mod where he’s wearing a black crop top? Yeah, I made this imagine about it a long while ago. I’ve finally decided to release it. Enjoy!

(Picture for reference-)

Pairing Leon Kennedy x Reader

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“Hey, Lee!” I call out into Leon and I’ shared apartment. He puts down whatever he was doing, to poke his head out into the living room, watching me set my bags down on the coffee table. “Hey. I could’ve helped you with the bags.”

“I got it, Lee.” I stand up, with a huff. “And besides, I didn’t want you to see what I got you.” I stalked over to him, putting a hand on his chest, and he pulls me closer to him by my waist.

“You didn’t need to do that, I appreciate it though.” He smiles and I smile back, as he played a kiss to my head, temple, then finally one to my lips. “When can I see it?”

“Now, I just need you to close your eyes.” I reluctantly, remove myself from him embrace, going over the coffee table. “And I need you to promise me something.”

“The gift comes with a promise? Now, I’m questioning, if I really want this gift.” He said, and I laugh.

“I want you to promise me, that you will wear it, on your next mission.” He stands there thinking, about it. He was slightly worried about what’d he be wearing on his next mission.

And little did (Y/N) know, he already was assigned one. Save and rescue the Presidents daughter, Ashley Graham.

He was scared he would look unprofessional considering that he and the President were friends. He didn’t want to squash it, due to looking highly unprofessional on this mission. But Leon was curious, to say the least, and agreed to said promise.

“Good, because I got you, this!” I said, holding up a black crop top, with a small, but prominent ‘v’ on the neck of it. His eyes went wide as he reached out taking it from my hands, to look at it.

“I have to wear this on a mission?” He said, not looking up at me, but at the shirt.

“Yes, your next mission. Now, try it on!”

He looked up at me, as he began to walk to the bathroom to change. It didn’t take long, but once he was done he spent, what felt like hours, looking at himself in the mirror. “Lee, you done in there?”

I ask, but immediately shut my mouth when Leon, opened the bathroom door. Giving me a perfect view of the crop top. “You stare at me like that any longer, you’re going to start drooling.” I blink, a couple times, before backing up letting him walk out of the bathroom.

“Think it’s safe to say, you like this on me.” He flashed a small smirk, wrapping on arm around my torso.

“Maybe, I do. But do you like it?”

“I like the v-neck, just wish it was longer.”

“That’s what she said.” I said, as Leon rolled his eyes.

“You’re so childish.” Leon said walking to the bathroom to take it off.

[glorixuspurpose]

Help.

Leon Kennedy x Black!Fem!Reader

A/N: finally did it yall

warnings: not much except canon-typical violence...and zombies. No swearing in this christian minecraft server!!! the ending is cringy as usual, aaaand reader also knows Chris Redfield(because I love him).

ao3 link here

 Of course the one time you actually needed help from the police, or any kind of law enforcement, the line was dead. 

‘It’s probably just because of the rain…’ You thought to yourself. Your car had stopped in pretty much the middle of nowhere(which was really just the outskirts of Raccoon City), and you managed to push the car to some gas station that was 200 feet away. 

 You got back in the driver’s seat, the door still open just in case someone decided to be a good samaritan(though you were pretty sure those didn’t exist anymore), and used your chunky “mobile” phone to try and call 911 again. Of course, the only answer you got was the dead ring from the other side. You would have paid for gas…if you had money. You only planned to drive to a family member’s house and back, with all of your gas. 

 You lightly tossed the phone to the passengers seat in defeat before getting back out of the car just to sadly lean on the car door. 

“Is everything alright, ma’m?” You heard someone, supposedly a man, ask. 

You turned your head, fully prepared to give some sarcastic remark to make them back off, until you actually saw him. 

 There was no doubt that he was quite handsome, with his strong, but soft features and his ash blond hair, and you were hoping that he knew something about cars. 

“Uh, not exactly. My car stopped like, two hundred feet back, and I had to push it here. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my wallet, or any cash for that matter, and I’m pretty sure no one is inside.” 

 He raised his eyebrows, almost in an “I’m sorry I asked” manner, before shoving his hands in his front pockets and looked towards the store. 

“I could look for you…if you want.” He asked timidly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“We should probably just go together, I would feel kinda guilty if you got killed or something in there ‘cause of me.” 

 Your remark seemed to get a soft chuckle out of him. 

“Hopefully I wouldn’t go down too easily..if there were danger in there. I am a police officer after all.” You sighed heavier than expected out of relief, but quickly regained your composure. After all, it’s the 90’s. How much sense would it make for a white male cop and a black female to be together in the middle of nowhere with dead powerlines? 

 You two walked up to the entrance, but quickly stopped. “Are you sure about this?” He asked you, his tone laced with worry. 

“Yeah, totally. Let me just…” You started jogging in place for a second, trying to hype yourself up, before quickly realizing how stupid you looked. 

“Sorry…I was trying to get amped up.” Now it was your turn to be timid. 

 He laughed. “It’s fine.” 

It took a strong pull on the door handle for it to open, but you two finally managed to get inside. There wasn’t a single light on in the place, and there was a strong sweet-but-disgusting smell. You looked over at the male, to see if he was smelling the same thing, just to see him making an adorable disgusted face. 

 “Wait,” You said, putting your hand in front of him. 

“What? Is there danger?” You shook your head, even though you really had no idea. 

“What’s your name? In case I do need help.” 

“Leon. Leon Kennedy.” He held his hand out for you to shake, and you gladly accepted. 

“Y/N L/N.” 

  “Eugh…” He said under his breath. “You smell that too?”

You silently nodded, before seeing him start to walk the other way, most likely trying to figure out where the smell is coming from. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to stop him. “Have you seen a single horror movie? Don’t split up!”  

He rubbed the back of his neck again. “Sorry. We’ve been in here a while, and we still haven’t found out if anyone was here.” 

 Absent-mindedly, you yelled: “Hello? Is anyone here?” 

Both of you stayed still, hoping for a response, but got nothing in response except for a pained groan. You two quickly looked at each other, as if saying “Should we go check it out?” Before going on to do so. 

 You two ended up finding a man sitting against the wall, with many gashes on his body. 

“Holy crap…” You said to yourself. “Do you need help?” You asked, before mentally facepalming. Of course that poor man needed help, but still, all he did was groan. 

You and Leon looked at each other once more, then stood up from your kneeling position. 

 “We should call for help. I take it neither of us have any idea what to do..” Leon suggeste, but you vigorously shook your head. 

“We should, but we can’t. The lines are dead. I’m lucky you showed up, because I’ve tried for hours.” 

Leon sighed. “We can’t just leave him here!” 

 You warily kneeled back down and pressed two fingers to the man’s neck. He was barely breathing, and his heart seemed to be going five beats per minute. 

You stood back up. “He’s pretty much on the verge of death. That might be the only option. Come on…” You told him, gently grabbing his wrist again to lead him out, as if he were in shock.

 “What now?” He asked as you two stood outside. 

“Could you give me a ride?” 

“What about your car?” 

“It’s a piece of junk anyways. I just need to get a few things.” 

He scratched his head, then looked back at his car. “I guess I could do that. I can’t just leave you like that man. I’ll…go start it.” He answered, before awkwardly jogging off to the car, leaving you the privacy to go grab your things. 

 After taking everything you needed, you hopped into the passenger seat of his car. 

“So,” He started, hands on the wheel. “Where too?” 

“The station, I guess. Maybe I could reach someone there.” 

He pulled the car out of the parking lot. 

 “Not to pry…but who?” 

You shook your head, like the topic wasn’t that important, which it really wasn’t. “Just someone I used to work with.” 

Leon nodded. “I was thinking about heading there too. I guess it was a sign. I was seeing if I could reach someone too, I’m looking for him.” 

 You lifted your head off your hand. “Not to pry,” You started, sort of mimicking him. “But who?” Another chuckle. 

“Some guy named Chris Redfield.” 

You whipped your head towards him. 

“That’s who I was trying to reach!”

 “Jeez, just coincidence after coincidence. Would you happen to know where he is?” 

You leaned back. “Nope. We aren’t super close. I’m closer to his sister, Claire.” 

Leon nodded. “We should be close to the station now.” He told you as you two reached the city. 

 “Why are there so many people out there?” You rhetorically asked, looking out the window, until one tried to jump right at you, which made you thank every existing god that there was a window to keep the contact from happening. 

“Wait…are those…zombies?!” You yelped. 

It was about to be a long night.

A/N: kinda feeling like i want to do a prequel(-ish) to this where Chris and reader meet? idk lmk if you would want one :p

[wxnheart]

He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

[lxstfuleclipse]

omg remember when you said you have a resident evil script finished ?? well i’m curious to know which one you’re shifting to !!

hi, mamas!!

so, i’m shifting to RE2remake!! i don’t think i’ve done any major plot changes / divergence other than like scripting luis’ undeserved death tf OUT.

him and leon are my LOVES!! I’ll die for mine!! krauser finna have to come see me, ‘cuz it’s me before he even thinks about touching my babies. PERIODT.

which one are you shifting to ??