#WAIT. damnation leon.

[wherenymphsroam]

leon actually has like …. breeder balls. it’s actually so bad. they’re probably so warm n big and hang so pretty. just makes you wanna nuzzle your face into him, mouth at him idly.

and I say that in like … a non sexual context.

(cw: implied ddlg, reader with an oral fixation)

you just love him so much, you trust him so much. sometimes even just the sound of his voice has you melting into a puddle against him. he’s noticed it, it’s hard not to. but he’s not about to point out your… mouthy habits.

in all honesty, he finds it adorable. how needy you get for him, in the most mundane of situations. go ahead, tug at his jeans when you curl up on the couch to watch a movie. get on your knees under his desk on the rare occasion he uses his home office. he’ll acknowledge you with a stroke of his fingers through your hair and a hum of contentment when your mouth finds his bulge through his boxers. he’ll even help you tug his jeans down, maybe just enough to get at the warmth of his crotch, about mid thigh.

really, he should get hard every time you surprise him with a tap of his thigh or a tug at his belt. but at his age, he didn’t feel the need to be hard, to find your greed overtly sexual.

sure, he’ll press your thighs to your chest and fuck you into the mattress later that night, but this … it’s different. the effect he has on you — the fog that clouds your brain when you lap at his soft cock, the weight of your lashes fluttering, the slur to your speech when he talks to you like that — it’s not something sexual, more often than not. you’re just … safe. he make you feel safe, and he loves that.

however.

on the off chance you do end up getting a lil drunk on him, drool coating your chin, lashes fluttering so sweetly… maybe his dick will twitch in interest. you’re so pretty, almost nauseatingly so. it really does make his head spin sometimes, thinking about how the hell he ended up with such a pretty baby attached to his hip. but to see you so eager, so greedy for him and him alone …. so much so that you’re pushing his fingers past your lips at a moments notice, whining for him to slide his sweats down …

sometimes, he thinks you just might be the death of him.

[writingwisterias]

Deserved

Death Island! Leon kennedy x AFAB!Fem! Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNi, Breeding Kink, Drinking, Depression, Alcoholism, Creampie, Teasing, Praise Kink, Mentions of body changes, Unprotected Sex, Missionary, Words: 3.4k It's finally here, one of the many breeding kink fics promised LMAO Taglist: @biohazard-4ever (Sorry it changed from damnation to DI)

Life was different now he had you, this angel saving grace that wormed its way into his hardened heart. He was never sure how you did it. How you actually made him excited to come home and see you. Or for him to allow himself to have a slither of happiness for once. Something that the government couldn’t rip him away from because no matter what happened it will always be there waiting for him. 

But he couldn’t do that could he? He couldn’t let the one thing that caused to be happy to feel the love he had for them. It was a curse he could never express the right thing. Instead, he had spent the last year allowing the words he wished he said come out in drunken slurs and sprinkled with arguments. He was ashamed at how he allowed the world to rot him, darkened his heart with walls he wasn’t sure neither him or you could break. 

The whiplash of him loving you to pushing you away was getting too much. Leon could see it in your face everytime you watched him stumble through the front door. It was getting too much for you and he wasn’t giving you the promises that he made so long ago. You tried, always tried. Gave him the space he needed as well as the love he craved when he came back like a wounded puppy. 

You knew deep down it wasn’t his fault, knowing that he didn’t force himself to turn out this way. The late night whispers of what he wanted the future to hold seemed to become far and few in between now spending most of the nights listening to his drunken snores. You would watch as his face released all the tension from his face as the alcohol allowed him that moment of peace. You knew he didn't want this future for the both of you, dreaming of giving you one in the form of little giggles with a living room that would always seem to be covered with childrens toys instead of beer bottles and takeaway. 

What kind a father would he be if he couldn’t break this cycle? The whirlpool of hatred he had formed instead of himself. That was until that one night. One where he balanced on the edge of life and death, memories of everything came back to him faster, your sweet smile as you kissed his scars whilst he moved above you. The nights he would press his palm into your lower stomach wondering what it would feel like to have something there whilst you slept. 

He had been a dick, such a dick it led him into this moment. Where death whispered in his ear as he stood up and forced himself to finish the fight not only for Chris and Rebecca but for you and all the innocent people who had lost their chance at happiness below him. That one night had changed everything, had built a new fire inside him to give up the drink. To will himself to give you everything he thought he couldn’t have just because you proved he can. 

It was comical that he faced death again a year later. The virus caused him to collapse against the cold bars as he struggled to fight it. However, Dylan's words struck him hard. Serving as reminder that will always be rooted deep within himself in a mental collection of how the governments fuck innocent people over. His body grew weaker as the man spoke every word, the cold bars being his only sense of relief. 

However, as the vaccine worked its way through his system, his body slowly repairing itself – he thought of you. At home, in the space you kept running for him through his rough patch. A place for him to come back to even when he felt like didn’t deserve it. 

The aches were still there; he felt them as he walked down the aeroplane steps, a reminder that he almost lost this chance. That you would have been met with two government soldiers instead of his arms at the airport. It made him sick, that he was so stupid to put this idea off for so long. You could have slipped away from him, out of his embrace and his life because of his actions. He didn’t deserve your kindness that you gave him in the past few years. It was only his chance to repay the favor. 

When he saw you the nerves settled in, his brain not quite figuring out if he was asking for you for a child or fighting another tyrant. His head raced with thoughts creating what seemed to be a never ending list of what if’s along with possible rejections that you could line up for him. Each would end up being a stab in the chest but He deserved it he supposed. It’s not like he had been the best partner in recent years. There was no reason for you to do this for him.

Your eyes light up at the sight of the slight spring in his step, rushing towards him as he opens his arms to greet you. The duffle bag landed on the floor with a loud thud. “Hi sweetheart” He whispered in the crook of your neck, his nose breathing in the scent of his home. You giggled at the small spin he gave you, his hand cupping your ass possessively. The fingers digging into the flesh not letting you forget his presence. “Hi” You whispered, pulling back enough to see the stubble that still coated his face, those plush lips curved into his infamous smirk. 

It had been a while since he had greeted you like this, guaranteed neither of you had thought the mission would have gone on as long as it did. The time apart allowed you to think about how much you missed him, the silence of the house unnerved you more than anything. One side of the bed is always cold. 

You almost left him, gave up on the man he was in favour of keeping the memories of what he used to be. Grieving someone that was still alive was hard, knowing that in their absence they were still suffering and chose to do it alone. His lips and the memory of his body becoming ghost touches as the time he grew apart increased. The idea of burdening you with his problems never stuck right with him, the horrors that haunted his mind didn’t need to haunt yours. 

“Finally home” He chuckled lightly as he placed you back on the ground. “Not just yet” You smiled. You knew what he meant, he has spent most of his time professing that his home was not in the walls you shared but in the slither of your heart you allowed him to remain. He followed you blindly, one hand holding the duffle bag and the other clutching on yours tightly as if he will lose you amongst the crowd. He didn’t care that people stared at the two of you as you passed them, weaving yourself through the other people greeting each other and slow walkers. Not when he was looking at you – the slight sway of your hips as you walked, the glance back to ensure he was still there. He would grin back at you, his eyes sparkling as the question swirling around his head like it was another drunken thought. 

“I want to have a baby with you” 

He spoke allowed as the sound of your car door closed. He cringed at the silence from you that followed, your actions paused in shock. There were better ways for him to ask, ones that weren’t so demanding but at this point he was too far gone in this dream he had created for himself that he refused to think of anything else. 

His admission lingered in the air creating a tension that lingered between acceptance and rejection. It was a lot to take in, to consider since it had only been a year since he returned from New York stumbling and weeping about change. Spewing out promises of sobriety that to his credit he has kept. You gave a quick glance at him, his eyes filled with new found hope and devotion. Something you haven’t seen in a long time. 

He was being serious. 

“Look I know we have had a rough year…and it probably seems too soon but…I can’t think of anything else” 

Leon wasn’t sure his rambles were doing anything in his favour, the words almost seemed like a desperate plea for you to forgive him. His brain soured as he spiraled into how pathetic he sounded, that he even had the balls to dare to ask you for more after you already gave him so much. 

“Okay, If you think you are ready” 

You watched as light brightened in his eyes, the crows feet making an appearance as his smile grew. It was on his terms you wanted this, the stress in his life would only amplify with the new additions. You needed him to be ready. “It’s a lot to take on Leon, a child. I need you to be sure” you implied, your hand landing on his knee drawing his eyes back to yours briefly. Leon nodded, the smile on his face only grew. “I know…I’ve already wasted so much time in life. I don’t want to waste anymore” He whispered. The words felt heavy as they left his lips, finally speaking the true worry that bubbled inside him as he faced death not once but twice in the span of a year. 

The thought whilst seeming impulsive was one that he longed for. The world always seemed like you had enough time but he was only 38 and so much had happened. Whenever it was just simply old age or death the window for having children was closing. “Then let’s not waste anymore time” you smiled at him, squeezing his knee once again forcing his eyes away from the road briefly. 

Your fingers teased his thighs as you looked at him slowly inching up the muscle until you cupped him. You smirked as you felt his cock harden beneath your touch. “It’s illegal to distract the driver, don’t you know?” He joked, a low breathy moan spilling from his lips. “Must have forgotten” 

Those damn eyes were the death of him. Looking up at him with so much innocence, the smirk however gave you away though. The one that you attempted to hide away behind the bite of your lower lip. He always read you so well, not missing the subtle clench of your thighs as your body was turned towards him. Trying to ease the ache that slowly built up, your walls clenching around nothing. Each small adjustment you made in your seat had the seam of your jeans rub against your puffy clit. 

The idea of finding a motel was growing tempting, the traffic only adding to the tension that suffocated the two of you. You could feel him twitch, his cock thickening under your fingers. Small grunts escaping his lips every time you ran your fingers up the zipper – tracing the outline of him. You deserved better than some random motel, better than the needy fuck he was going to give you when he got home. You deserved the candle light dinner, the pretty dress that would accentuate the curves that would soon change. 

He wanted to worship you, thank you for sticking by him and then giving him this opportunity. You had lost count of the amount of nights he had spent with his head buried in your thighs praising you but it was never enough not for Leon. Not even when he would be drinking the sweet taste that he scooped out with his tongue. His hips lazily grind against the mattress leaving a smudge of pre cum on the mattress. Leon would never admit it but he deserved this as much as you. The chance for him to finally claim something for himself. Implant and trust a slither of his happiness for you to nurture it – grow it as you already did. 

The drive felt too long, the satnav being the only sound in the car as he focused, or attempted to focus on the road. Your heads suffocated with the throbbing need in between your legs. You barely got the chance to take your shoes off when you made it home, his hand clutching your arm tightly as he dragged you throughout the house. Mentally counting each stair like it was a countdown. 

You kissed him first, the cherry chapstick that coated them melting on his lips. His fingers entwined with your hair, tugging you closer craving the feeling of you pressed against him. The kiss was hungry, sloppy – filled with the desperation of his actions, the desire to give you a part of himself. 

His shirt was the first to go, discarded somewhere in the room landing with a thump. His abs now washed with a light layer of fat he had yet to shed, his drinking days hadn’t fully left him just yet. You felt the muscles in his arms contract as he lifted you with ease carrying you towards the bed. Your shirt was next, the lacy bra that cupped your breasts displaying them perfectly for him. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, watching your reaction or any change of mind. You had made sure he was ready, he needed to hear the words leave your lips. You watched as his eyes softened slightly, his head lowering to nip at the skin across your chest. He knew he was asking a lot, the decision wasn’t one to make randomly. What he didn’t know was that you craved it and wished that everytime he buried himself deeper inside of you instead of yanking his cock out and spilling across your stomach. A waste every time. 

“I’m sure” 

There was no point sugar coating your answer. It was enough to make his cock throb again anyway. His hands are already working on your bra clasp to remove the offending fabric. “Your body will change” he stated as his lips sucked on the hardened peaks he exposed. Cupping the mounds of flesh and groping them lightly. His eyes remained on your, watching as yours fluttered shut each time his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. “I know it will” You whined, arching your chest towards him, feeding him more of your breast. Leon smirked against the skin, his breath warming the area. You groaned as he let go, moving along to give the other one the same attention. “I just know you will wear it well” 

His words throbbed through you, the ache becoming unbearable at this point. “Please– enough teasing” 

You watched as he pulled away, a line of saliva connecting your breast to his mouth. The sound of the belt was sharp as he undid it. The metal landing on the floor discarded. You watched as his cock pulled the waistline of his jeans away from his lower stomach, the slither of his boxers you could see was already darkened in color. His pupils were blown out wide as his hands ran down your sides, the touch was barely there until he reached your hips. “Leon-” You whined, hips bucking to draw some form of attention to them. 

The air in the room cooling the salvia he had left around your nipples. If only you knew what was going through his head, the thoughts that swirled around in there which caused his grip to tighten. Your pleads and begs only fueled his desire as his eyes flicked back up to you. He undid your trousers with ease, the offending garments discards somewhere in the room. His fingers moved slowly down from your hips to that bundle of nerves that stood puffy and twitching for his attention. Normally he would have caved, too tired and sore for anything else other than devouring you. 

Not tonight. Nothing was holding him back tonight; not the bruises that littered across his skin, the scraps that still looked sore to the touch. His weight was held up by the same arm that supported the giant weapon he held up with Chris, he didn’t care if it hurt. It was all worth it, to prove to you his devotion. His need for this new step in life. 

Leon flinched as your fingers touched the front of his jeans, he hadn’t realised he was staring at your body. Practically salivating over the changes he already pictured in his mind, the possessiveness of your imaginary swollen stomach sinking deep into his brain. He whimpered as your hand brushed against the wet patch in his boxers, the fabric almost see through from how hard his cock strained against it. 

Words failed the two of you as you settled into position, giddy smiles placed on your faces. His cock twitched against your entrance, your hips bucked to meet the slither of pleasure. He swallowed your moan as his cock entered you, stretching the insides of your walls easily. Leon moved slowly at first, his head buried deep in the crevice of your neck, sucking sweetly on the flesh as his hips began to assault you. Each thrust harder than the last as the primal need overtook him. 

You only held him, clawed your nails deep into his skin as he hit your cervix again and again. He moved his knee higher up underneath your leg, gently folding your body in itself as he continued to get deeper. His brain is only focusing on driving himself further into you. You drew his attention away from where he entered you back to your face. Capturing his lips into a passionate and messy kiss. 

Leon moaned into the kiss as your teeth tugged his bottom lip. Fuck, You looked like an angel underneath him. The warmth of the lamp shining against your smooth skin. Your breasts were bouncing with every sharp movement of his hips. “You are so beautiful” He whimpered against your skin. His lips muttering every word between a kiss along your collarbone. “I’m so lucky” 

He felt your walls squeeze him with every praise, small inhales of air causing your chest to arch against his own as your orgasm drew closer. His hand moved to your thigh, hitching it over his hip as he rose. Leon’s form towered over yours, his head thrown back revealing his stubble coated neck. The groans of his desire soon filled the air. You looked down towards where he hammered himself into you, his chiselled stomach clenching at each stroke of pleasure you gave him. You itched to touch him, to be arched closer in a way that you kiss along his chest. Instead your nails scratched along his forearms, your own stomach clenching as you lifted your hips higher. 

Leon was deep, deeper than he had ever hit before. His groans turned deep and guttural as he felt you explode over him. Your walls are sucking him further inside, trapping him from pulling out. Not that he wanted to anyway. He moved your legs to your chest, pushing you up higher as he pounded into you, his balls tightening ready to spurt himself inside of you. “I’m ready baby” 

Your words broke him out of his trance, his lust blown eyes watching yours as you smiled at him. “You deserve this” 

The words were so sweet considering the situation, his chest tightened as you muttered the praises. Ones he didn’t realise he needed to hear.

“I want everyone to know what you did to me tonight. I want everyone to see who deserves my heart” 

Each sentence caused his head to spin, his brain unable to focus on anything other than the twitch of his eager cock. The pulsing tip that continued to brush so deep inside of you. 

“Please” 

Your final beg snapped him, his hips bruising your own pelvis as he finally slammed into you. You felt the warmth spread inside you, the feeling welcomed. His face hovered over yours with his signature smirk. The room was silent other than the panting you both gave off. Your chests meet briefly with each rise and fall. You could feel his cock twitch from where it sat snugly inside you. His seed plugged inside by himself. “Someone needed that” you chuckled as you kissed him, his stubble scraping your cheeks. Leon only chuckled deeply, pushing his cock further inside to remind you of his presence. 

“Oh we aren’t done. Not by a long shot” 

[leonw4nter]

Through Thick and Thin, Always and Forever

Husband!Damnation!Leon x F!Reader

No one is spared from that stupid blond baby and his arrows, not even two seasoned agents who are were certain that their hearts would never learn to feel something other than guilt, fear, and hopelessness.

After 5 years of dating and now 17 years married, your marriage with him has faced its ups and downs but you two always managed to make amends and continue on smoothly. Lately, it’s been more of a down: minimal talking, less intimacy, and Leon in worse moods. After a particularly big fight regarding his alcohol consumption and the distance he’s been keeping from you, you two refused to talk to each other. The most you two did in interaction with each other is telling each other “good night” before turning to the other side of the bed, backs turned and “good morning” without meeting gazes. Although things between you too are a little cold and tense, you two still held respect for each other and didn’t do anything that meant to harm the other.

You got up earlier than Leon, your husband still sleeping soundly from his side of the bed; eyes still shut, strands of dark hair that fell over his forehead with his arms crossed and small snores leaving slightly chapped lips. You drank in the vulnerable sight of him, sighing and wistfully hoping that things would go back to normal between you two again. After fixing your side of the bed, you head over to the kitchen to start on breakfast. Taking out the left-overs from last night’s takeout from the fridge, you take a pan and add a small amount of oil before putting it on the stove. You decided to opt for reheating using a pan and stove instead of the readily available microwave since you were feeling a little more diligent than usual. While cooking, you realize that the non-stick coating of the pan you’re using is peeling away. There’s some bits of food sticking to the part of the pan that is bare, those bits burning up. The handle is also a lot more loose, the pan being older than 4 years. I’m going to have to look for a new pan I guess, you think to yourself. After a few more minutes of reheating, you plate the food and place them on the dining table.

“G’morning.”

“God you scared me.” You reply with a small jolt of electricity flowing through your body. You place the plates down, Leon getting up to help you with the others. Instantly, your day gets better now that Leon is doing things like these but you don’t push your luck, knowing that Leon is still a helpful guy no matter what and this could be him being friendly but still upset at you.

He waits for you to take a seat before he takes his, scooping some food onto his plate before he takes a bite. You two have breakfast in silence, him reading some article on his phone while you go looking through Amazon for new non-stick pans. Unfortunately for you, you don’t find any pan that looks good so you put your phone down with a small sigh. Breakfast ends silently with Leon doing the dishes and you sweeping around the house. This time, Leon is speaking up more but he’s still closed off but you’re happy that he’s begun to be a lot warmer to you. You thought about going out to buy the pan but your laziness said no, causing you to opt to stay inside and be curled up with a good book.

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I should’ve bought that damn pan yesterday.

Unfortunately for you, your period started today which meant cramps that you swore was just your uterus doing crazy acrobatics. Of course you were extra cranky, all your emotions upped a notch by a hundred but a tiny part of you was thankful for this because Leon began to warm up more. Just this morning, he offered to change the sheets and wash the old one when you bled into it; it’s as if you two had never fought days prior but you aren’t complaining. Now, you are curled up and buried beneath the sheets while clutching at your lower abdomen while waiting for Leon to come back home. You had sent him on an errand to go get you cheese fries and boba tea which should only take him 15 minutes max but he took a little longer than that. You poke your arm out of the sheets, feeling around for your phone before you finally feel it and drag your arm back inside the sheets. You look for Leon’s number, phoning him to hurry up and get home because you needed his company more than anything.

“Leooonn…” You weakly groan.

“Hm? Yes, sweetheart?” He asks on the other end of the line.

“Got me my food?” You quietly ask.

“Yeah. I’m on my way home, just stuck in traffic. I promise I’ll get there soon baby, hang on,” He responds.

“Okay… I’ll hang up now, the screen is giving me a migraine.”

You press the ‘end call’ button, groaning even louder now that you feel a migraine incoming. Can this day get worse?

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Leon finally arrives home with the fries and boba tea but he makes you drink water and take Advil before you have your snacks, hoping to alleviate the migraine you have going on. He also got a heating pad to help with cramps and offered to give you leg massages since your cramps caused spasms in your thighs as well. After giving you messages and looking after you, he slipped out of the bedroom to go show you something. He comes back with a pan, a non-stick one too.

“Baby is that…” You softly whisper, vision getting blurry with the tears in your eyes.

“Yeah. I saw you going through pans on Amazon so I thought I’d pick one up for you instead,” He explains. He goes on to explain his shopping process, going through the nitty gritty of the features of the cookware.

“The salesman told me that it’s made of stone too so it doesn’t retain strong odors like fish and is oven-safe. You’ll have crispy edges and browned crusts too– honey, are you crying?”

You take a big gulp of the boba before setting it down, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. Hormones were everywhere, your emotions are a mess, you’re going to be bleeding for the next 5 days and here is your husband: an absolute sweetheart, the only man there is for you. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tight while trying to keep the tears down.

“Thanks, honey. I appreciate it. A lot. Tons, even.” You softly mumble. He brings a hand to the small of your back, giving you small pats as well. You feel a content rumble from his chest, smiling because you know that your fight is now a thing of the past.

“Anything for my girl,” he responds. “Name it and I’ll get it for you.”

“What if I want cuddles right now?” “Your wish is my command,” he agrees. With a pleased smile, he wraps you in a fuzzy blanket before laying at your side and hugging you like you’re a teddy bear. Well, he’s your teddy bear but today you don’t mind having the roles reversed.

NOTE - Today's fic is a little short because I am (1) tired and (2) not having a nice time rn!!! Yeyy!!! It's Valentine's Day today (as of writing) and not to sound like a salty person but everyone getting gifts from either their partner or friends made me feel a lot more alone 😭😭 Like a relationship is not what I'm looking for right now but it won't hurt to yk- receive something, even if it's just chocolate or candy. Anyways, I hope your Valentine's Day went great and if you confessed then I hope your feelings were reciprocated and if not then it's not the end of the world yk, you'll find the right one in the right time <3 Tysmm for reading my fics and I <3333 UUUUUUU (also this fic is inspired by that one reddit story)

[willownwisp]

ree's leon valentine's day advent <3

hi everyone. <3 as the leon kennedy fluff truther, i'm making an advent for valentine's day because pookie deserves so much love! everyday, i'll be posting a fic ranging from nsfw/sfw fluff for babu leon, i'll be putting out the scenarios and snippets below if y'all are interested. author's note: i've been meaning to put this out like a week ago when i finally figured out the problem w my account as to why tumblr wasn't letting me reply to comments :( but sadly, college got me so head empty. anyway, i've already got 2 days worth of fics already finished so i hope y'all can give me a read. <3

FEBRUARY 8 𖹭 nice legs, daisy dukes. (vendetta!leon x fem!reader) Leon feels like a creep, fuck that. He definitely looks like a creep. Thirty-six year old in all of his 5'11 glory standing outside his girlfriend's college leant against his Ducati like a dick, carrying a box of those, instagrammable pastries you always like to look at. It doesn't hurt to be sweet. Not when you walk — run, at the sight of him in your preppy mini dress, highlighting those long, long legs. Nothing is sweeter, especially when it's wrapped around him.

FEBRUARY 9 𖹭 starry skies, blue eyes. (re4r!leon x fem!reader) Stars dot stygian skies, the night is young, the moon is high. Leon's heart soars with your every laughter. The way your eyes close and your nose scrunches. God he was so in love with you, he could forgive the fact that the tent should have been up hours ago before night. You swear you remember your knots from your wide-eyed Girl Scout days, and he swears these silly moments with you are what makes life bearable.

FEBRUARY 10 𖹭 cold woes. (re4r!leon x fem!reader) Leon S. Kennedy. The apple of his instructors' eyes (and yours), he's a top graduate in the Police Academy for fuck's sake. He's decimated hordes of zombies in his first day as a rookie cop. Endured military training in the middle of nowhere, he's saved the President's daughter. He doesn't get sick. Only that he does catch a cold at the expense of prioritizing you, his clumsy girlfriend, who forgot to wear a jacket on a camping trip, offering his warm clothes to you. He doesn't regret it, he likes taking care of you, but there's something adorable about your sheepish apologies as you wait on him. He could get used to being babied. FEBRUARY 11 𖹭 love on me. (di!leon x fem!reader) As much as Leon loves the sun, the beaches, the tropics. Oh what he would give to become a beach bum in his next life instead of being smacked by bioweapons day in, night out, and being a good bitch to good ol' U.S of A. Unfortunately, after the events of Alcatraz, maybe he's had enough of the sea for now. He gives himself a pat on the back, takes out a chunk of his savings to go to Japan because you've been eyeing it. You said you were interested in the food, culture, and sights. So why in the world were you dragging him to a love hotel? FEBRUARY 12 𖹭 fill up your cup. (re6!leon x fem!reader) He feels himself spiraling recently, turning to the bottle because a glass is never troubled by his woes. He breaks them of course, can't help it, seems like his life is doomed to him breaking in the end. Fragments of glass scatters on the floor, vodka spills on the floor splashes it around like his grief because his body can only take so much. You arrive as he tries to pick them up, attempts to pick himself up. You whisper assurance, he doesn't deserve it. The way you look at him ardently, the gentleness that is your existence. You empty out his pain, and fill it with love. FEBRUARY 13 𖹭 the thrill, the love. (damnation!leon x fem!reader) He wills his old Yamaha to go faster. Your dainty arms clinging to him, the softness of your touch as his speed breaks the sound barrier. What started as mere curiosity turns into rituals. Secrets that only the both of you know. He knocks on your door at midnight, drives you around town. He scolds you every time your arm breaks free, throwing them to the wind. You don't care, you love the thrill, you love him. Leon admits that there is something alluring to the thrill of the chase. Perhaps that's why he's spent his years chasing Ada, but with you it was different. FEBRUARY 14 𖹭 kiss it better. (di!leon x fem!reader) Leon is a man full of stories, his pain, his peace, his fears, his needs. There is more to him than just being a formidable weapon against bioterrorism. He never was a weapon, just a flesh and blood human, and in his mortality there are scars. Deep within him, and littered in his skin. You kiss the faded slash on his hand, he tells you how he'd got it from when Ashley Graham had tried to stab him under the influence of the plaga. You kiss it again, and what he doesn't tell you is the wave of warmth that washes his entire being, it tugs on his very soul. You kiss the scars because it's there, because it's him, and in his reverie, he thinks you truly are his person.

[postersofleon]

the different leons way of looking at your face during sex

notes: no minors. implied that reader is afab but not super. happy holidays

re2 remake leon: leon has your body bend like a pretzel. your legs above your head, you were wheezing weakly as he pumped himself over and over inside your warmth. he liked your small facial reactions so much. the way your lip trembled, your eyes closed as you cried for a release. many people underestimate leon for his neediness, and assumed he was a sub. but he was a switch. his cock went in and out, "please, please-" leon was begging for a release as well. he need to fill you up so badly it was embarrassing. you felt so good. he drooled a bit, he bit his tongue. "c'mon, need you." he needs to cum in you or he will die.

re4 remake: unlike his younger self, he refuses to completely put in that same position to see your face. he holds you tightly as he kisses your body over and over. he fucks from the back and forces you to look at him. "there you go." he quietly praises you. his hand is gently holding your chin, his eyes are focused on your eyes. "you like it?" he smiled before kissing your cheek. he loves the comfort of sex. it's the only way to feel vulnerable. his thrusts are slow and patient. when he notices you are close he pulls out and cums on your stomach.

infinite darkness: he likes cockwarming. he sits annoyed at work while you sit on his lap, taking him in like the angel you were. he sighed softly when you were twitching and whining. you asked cockwarm him, and now you are begging for him to move. he gently cups your face, "shh, i know." he kisses your face, and his eyes shine bright at your face. "you need to wait. can you wait?"

damnation/re6: he sits on the couch as you suck his dick. he fully lacks the energy to do more. he feels guilty as hell. he is always working, so he barely even properly sees you. but it feels nice to see you on your knees. your tongue gently licks his cum, leon nods his head absent minded. he doesn't want to forget how you look. you gently sucked the tip and leon groans weakly. he doesn't care where he cums he just wants it anywhere.

vendetta: he wants to see bounce on his dick. he wants to see your face. he feels old so he wants to make sure everything is fine. he lays on the bed as you roll your hip, pushing him deeper. "yeah," he had a shitty grin as you cry for him, "no one but me, huh?" he pushes his hair back to look at you, "no one but me." he loves the attention. he wishes to just disappear after fucking you because what's better than this. when he is about to cum, he pulls out. "can you clean me up?" he whispered softly.

death island: he now grabs your hips and controls the pace. both of you sitting and leon with the control. leon grunts weakly, "nice and easy." he whispers softly. he kisses you tenderly and lovingly. he kisses your neck. he pulls away when your moans increase. he grins at your cute face. "see? you love it." he grabs your ass and rolls your hips around. he loves to see you gasping for air. he kisses you to suck away the whines. he doesn't pull out or nothing. he needs to see the good job he did in you.

[citrine-elephant]

wait a fucking second.

resident evil damnation

"you're not dorothy are you?" or whatever the quote was leon said when he was being interogated

homosexual. bisexual. that man kisses dudes,

"are you a friend of dorothy" was code for "are you gay/queer" back in the day

leon s kennedy kisses dudes

[shadesoflsk]

Hi Ruby! Imagine going undercover with Leon and having to act like an established couple. I feel like that would be so funny, imagine having to take wedding photos and sleep in the same room together, etc. I feel like he would be totally open to being in a domesticated setting, especially if he had a cat.

(Me encanta tu escritura, Sigue escribiendo, espero que tengas un excelente día/noche!!! 🤍🫶🏽)

(I am deeply sorry for replying so late 😭😭 I've had so much work to do, and I barely had time to actually write something. Thank you so much for your words by the way! I get so happy when I receive compliments like these! También ten un lindo día corazón 😽😽)

gender neutral reader

Moving on, that idea sounds so interesting! There's something about fake dating that makes every writing a lot better and now you ask me about fake MARRIAGE? Straight up my thing I'll eat this whole as if it were my last meal.

So, I don't know why but as soon as I read your ask and registered your words I immediately thought about Damnation Leon… Like I see that man and he's just so fake marriage coded, type of I'll put a ring on your finger but I'll act like I don't know you the second we get home.

So, let's imagine. You and Leon are sent to a mission in which you have to act as a married couple to infiltrate and steal information from a company.

The whole objective doesn't really matter when your agency provided you with the most realistic experience of being a married couple. A nice house, almost mirroring the perfect family. In front of others, Leon would take the role of a doting husband, holding doors open, taking your hand and showing off his perfect partner to 'everyone.' But as soon as you're indoors, he'd act like nothing happened.

I can't picture him being mean or grumpy, but he'd definitely act nonchalantly. What do you mean he complimented the way you did your hair? No, he did not do that. You're crazy.

And don't get me started on the rings. He'd proudly wear them, outside and inside your shared home. After a day on the job trying to retrieve the information and collecting clues, the ring stays on his finger even when both of you come to your house. Eventually, he doesn't take it off. You would find him absentmindedly fidgeting with his ring, playing with it while he waits for the food to heat up.

This little tradition continues with you placing your ring next to his when both of you go to sleep. And talking about having to share a room, well… he doesn’t dislike the idea of sharing a bed. The trope of there's just one bed but we have Leon internally screaming “Yes!” when he first realized.

Overall, I feel like it would be the perfect opportunity for Leon to indulge in domesticity, the one thing he's always sought. Having someone next to him each day is such a blessing for him, like a reminder that maybe he indeed has something else rather than the whole word to fight for.

And, I could definitely see Leon to continue “acting” like a husband, even when the mission was done. The house doesn't need to be sold, he'd tell you. In fact, maybe you both need a cat, a scruffy cat to be specific.

So, in the end, you ‘have to’ share your home with Leon and an adopted cat. Life works in mysterious ways.

[desired-misery]

Currently considering what Chris thinks about religion/death/souls now that I've decided that Leon is firmly atheist (out of hatred and anger), and Piers thinks he is agnostic but realizes that no, actually he has no idea anymore.

In a world with zombies, how fucked up does people's ideas of death/eternal damnation/salvation/morality/souls get?

To be thematic with Chris' characterization, Chris is probably not very religious but believes in some rough concept of God and Heaven and Hell. But conceptually... what does he think of people who turn into BOWs? Have their souls moved on already? Or are they trapped, waiting for someone to 'free' them?

Chris seems like the type to NOT want to think about those complications. Just that when good people die, they can be happy in the afterlife and see the people who passed on before them. Maybe he doesn't so much believe in a hell, but some days he wishes he does because surely some people deserve to suffer for longer than they did on earth. (Chris generally doesn't struggle with the idea of his own morality because Chris firmly believes in what he is doing for much of his life-- religious/moral crisis seems to be a post RE8 thing for Chris).

Leon gave up on religion and god. He sees too much hatred, too much anger, too much violence to want to believe that there is a higher power that started this all, that holds people accountable. It is wishful thinking to believe that bad people get what's coming to them and that good people get what the earn. And besides, if there was heaven and hell? Leon knows he's not going anywhere pleasant. (Leon gets extremely skeptical/critical of religion during his depression/alcoholism era around Vendetta time period. He has killed too many people, almost died too many times. He really really fucking hopes death is nothing at all so he can finally have some fucking rest).

Piers is complicated. He is young, but not that young. I'm making his mother very religious. Piers strayed from religion in the army, finally let her know that he doesn't believe when he was living on his own. She is disappointed (and constantly trying to coax him back, out of love because she wants him to be saved), but for a while Piers doesn't think he is religious anymore... except he is. Just non-denominational. He realizes that he wants to believe that the people he knows will be there in heaven. Especially his fellow soldiers that die in combat-- that there is something peaceful waiting for them on the other side. (Talking to Leon when they all think Leon is on death's door made Piers realize just how firmly he still believes in some concept of an afterlife, especially because of how bothered and upset he gets when Leon insists there is nothing but the end of his own existence waiting for him if Leon bleeds out). Not to mention, Piers desperately wishing that if there is a heaven after all, that he is there waiting for his mom when she passes so that she won't be distraught when she gets there.

[dollivication]

currently unavailable c.ai bots (again)

di ddlg chris — “he’s taking care of you now”

real dad re8 chris — “his rebellious stepdaughter”

id kidnapper leon — “his vision of perfection”

id abusive husband actor leon — “his reputation comes first”

vendetta abusive husband leon — “family sticks together”

re6 abusive husband leon — “marriage means eternity”

damnation abusive husband leon — “drunk conscience”

going to be very honest i don’t know if i’m going to bring these back, or any bot that is made unavailable for that matter. the app and website have gotten very demanding & it’s a pain to go back, play a guessing game of what might’ve gotten it flagged, carefully choose my words when rewriting, test, wait for the app to actually show the bots & repeat again and again until they’re in the clear.

maybe i’m just saying this due to low motivation levels. but this is the second time it’s happened for the abusive husband bots—i think i’ve gotten just as vague as i can get in their character definitions, im not sure what else i can do without totally removing their main aspects and possibly ending up with a poor-quality bot.

regardless, i will try to see what i can do when i have time. but there’s no guarantee that they’ll return, especially now that c.ai has gotten stricter and damn well near impossible to do anything on there.

[writingwisterias]

How would the Leon Eras react to you burying your face in their chests?

Hello Anon!!

Yes I can do I love this so much 🥹! I've done it in more a cuddle/hug way so if anyone needs any comfort or just wants a huge hug from Leon!

ERAs requests are still open so feel free to request anything you want Leon to do: Smut,Fluff, DD:DNE content is all okay!!! ❤️

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, Cuddles,

GN!Reader

RE2, RE4R, Infinite Darkness, Damnation, RE6, Vendetta, Death Island

RE2:

You stupidly decided to ignore Leon's requests about staying out of trouble as he went to investigate Raccoon City. He strictly told you to stay in the motel and he would come back.

It had been hours and he had yet to return, so you decided to investigate yourself

You took your car, finding his at a gas station, blood surrounding the floor in puddles as it rained. Seeing the zombies you ran back to your car and went further into the city hoping to find him a long the road or something.

Then you heard the broadcast crackling through the radio to head to the police station.

Somehow you made it inside, the groans of the building and zombies began settling into unease in your bones the further you went in.

It didn't take long to hear gunshots, things slamming around in a room. You really didn't want to investigate but eventually found the courage. After all what zombie is firing a gun?

Eventually, you muster up the courage to open the door, only to be met with a surprised and then very angry Leon.

He didn't stay angry for long, it turned into a whirlwind of emotions. Ranging from angry to confusion and love.

The devil works hard but Leon works harder to keep you alive. He's pushing you behind him making you stay in safe rooms whenever possible.

He's distraught by the end of it, exhausted sitting on the train as you are both finally safe.

In this moment of peace you hug him, like really hug him. I'm talking like crushing him with how tight.

What makes him swoon is you burying your face against the bullet proof vest, the shit that's covering it all over your already dirty face.

It's like you are clawing your way to his heart with how sweet he finds it.

RE4R:

You were waiting for him at the airport, his plane had just landed and you were waiting for him to walk through the gates.

You had made him a cringe little sign with his name on because of course you would.

He saw you first, your eyes nervously scanning through the crowds of the other people that had also departed from the plain. Waiting to see his frame or the messy mop of blond hair

He saw your eyes light up when you noticed him, you ran full spirit towards him, the sign discarded along the way.

He wished there was someone recording this moment so could watch this back again and again.

The way you barrelled into his chest, face pressing so deeply in it as you cling onto him.

(This version of Leon as well you know they are so soft and plyable when they aren't flexed)

He's just thankful to have you back in his arms again after a traumatic mission.

He was also infected so I think he would be a little bit more reserved at first worried it still flows through him.

But when you nuzzle yourself closer he just breaks. Holds you there for a while, probably too long considering where you are.

Infinite Darkness:

Big horror movie fan. Like he doesn't scared of shit.

Have you seen the things he's faced! A clown, creepy doll..doesn't shake him

Yet here you both are cuddling on the sofa in your matching Halloween pj's you insisted on wearing. Watching a horror film you claimed 'would scare the shit out of him'

Here is his blank face as he watched it, not flinching at all.

Whilst you are burying yourself further and further into his chest.

Like at this point you might as well just be inside him.

He loves it though, the way you flock to him for attention like this.

Trust him with your safety even from shitty horror movies.

Damnation:

You are stressed, he didn't know why.

Like how is his perfect partner stressed when they don't face the things he does.

I think he would think in this way an awful lot, like how are all of these people stressed when you all just do normal jobs.

He wanted to comfort you, to just hold you.

So he did that, he embraced you from behind. His hold loose enough that you could spin around in his arms.

Then you did the thing that makes him melt every single time.

You nuzzled in his chest.

He felt your head move back and forth over and over. His shirt getting creased underneath it.

But you just pressed yourself in so close.

He just pushed you in further, holding you closer to him.

RE6:

Huggge cuddler at night. No one will change my mind

He's holding you close, pressing kisses on your hair as you dream of such pretty things

Then on his bare chest you nuzzle, drool all over his chest as you move. Pressing yourself further and further into him.

He's older now, he still has his broad chest only it's a little bit softer now, a layer of fat over it.

His chest hair tickles your nose as you press closer.

He doesn't sleep yet though, he just holds you closer. Smiling at how you still subconsciously smoosh your face against him.

And somehow still look so pretty as you do it.

Vendetta:

He's probably withdrawn from you a little bit in his state

He's gone away to Colorado to drink in his sorrow and it hurts you that he felt like he couldn't come to you.

So when he shows up on your door after about a week of radio silence you are shocked to say the least.

His arms open, and he has a dumb smile on his face.

But you can't resist it..

I don't think you would overwhelm him with love almost scared you might loose him again if you do

So when you do enter his space you just place your head on his chest.

It's only when he tuts and pulls you in closer. Apologies spilling from his lips as tears pool in his eyes that you then snuggle further in listening to him pour his heart out.

Death Island:

Hear me out,

You wouldn't get a chance to snuggle in his chest because he's snuggling in yours

Every chance he gets he's on your chest

In bed, on the sofa, hugging you.

Like height difference doesn't mean a thing to him...he'll kneel

I think he just wants affection so badly at this point, like he's a peace and just craves it

He like a child, can't sleep without being on your chest. Listening to your heartbeat.

It's like the only way he can confirm that you are alive and well

If you are in bed he's laying across your body, shielding you from anything. Or cuddling in your arms with his head pressed to your chest.

On the sofa you make a great cushion, like he gets offended if you offer him another one.

[sheepispink]

A Pearl (1/2)

based on the song by mitski because i love mitski and hot traumatised men

Summary: Years of horrific memories still weigh down on him even as he promises to let you help him move on. All you want to do is help, but its not enough.

Part 2 Masterlist AO3

tags: Leon Kennedy/Reader, Hurt/No comfort, Angst, fem! reader, mentions of re4 (no specific spoilers dw guys), mentions of ptsd, heart wrenching angst 😘

other notes: for clarification, the timeline goes— after the raccoon city incident, then he goes on the re4 mission, then it’s like the smaller missions like damnation etc. Towards the end and next chapter it’s basically vendetta. But theres no actual spoilers bcus tbh.. i haven’t watched any of the movies except id 💀

Ch1: Before it Ended

Like a dream is how you’d always describe it. His coworkers, your friends —anyone who had heard of his name— would come up to you, fawning over your pretty looks and lovely personality. They’d ask you every time, “How did it happen?” And always, you’d replay that memory in your head.

“It was winter,” You’d begin by recounting the snow that fell upon your face that day, the breeze that bristled your bones, and the way his hair looked frozen in place. You’d remember the laughter that bubbled in your throat when you saw that and how his lips curved ever so slightly for what you believe was the first time. Some of the soft strands of your hair had itched your skin; It was messy from having been shaken from the depths of sleep, and now your fingers tuck the rogue locks behind your ear. Eyes like a pretty lake, hair like wheat, with his random strands and dirty blonde roots you would soon learn to run your fingers through. He stood before you, only the dim porch light illuminating him on that winter night. “Why are you out so late?” You had asked him, your hand reaching forward to tug him into the warmth of your apartment. Little did you know that’d tug him into your life as well.

The refusal was clear; he shook his head, puffs of warm air escaping as he explained that he had something to tell you. His clothes were dirty, scratched in places, and his combat knife was only hastily put away—just work, he explains, desperate to leave a good impression on you. He had finished, and he was sure that now that he’d have time, he’d be free from the shackles of the years that would creep up on him. Cheeks flushed and Adam’s apple bobbing—you still aren’t sure whether the cold or a blush caused that. “I know I’m always gone, and we dont see each other as often anymore, but I swear- I’ve sorted everything out. I’ve fixed it.” He says his words rushed and mumbled, like his heart was spilling out then and there.“I know this is sudden- i know, but- i just.. Will you marry me?” He blurts out and every puff of air that leaves his mouth feels like another log added to the fire you didn’t know was built in your heart for him. A campfire, as you’d always describe it, is comforting and warm, the perfect reassurance in cold times. Perhaps you should’ve chosen something detrimental to life, but you preferred the romantic speech.

Everyone loved the tale as you did, enamoured with how you managed to get the stoic agent to fall head over heels with you. He’d walk over right then, slinging an arm around your waist, giving you a tender kiss to your cheek, and plastering a smirk on his lips. “Still telling everyone that story?” He’d tease as his fingertips gently rubbed your side, the silver band on his ring finger twinkling with the same light his wine glass did. “As usual.” You’d reply, that same bubble of happiness rising in your throat again as you tilted your head upwards, waiting for the small peck that always came.

Always.

A year would go by, and you’d been learning more and more about each other. Nothing seemed to be too big of a step for you. Opposing voices, loud huffs, doors slamming shut until the other would open it quietly, apologise, crawl into the warmth of their shared bed, and work things out with sweet reassurances. Work was tough; he was on more missions than ever, being considered one of the greatest men to serve your country. Warmth that you always described as adoration filled your heart whenever you heard that phrase; you couldn’t be more proud of him for it.

Besides, not even that could tear you down; nothing could break the delicate encasing that surrounded the pair of you. A greenhouse, you’d say, because it held all the things that grew only with a person’s own nurture and care. Like your relationship, crafted and melded by your kind words and your soft voice. It’s a shame greenhouses are made of glass.

Weekends were quieter now, something you had decided to take in stride; you decided to plan something nice for when he returned. The he anniversary he had missed too. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him now, resorting to spraying his cologne on the pillows in that cold bed to retrieve some imaginary warmth. Then it came—the day he’d return. Open arms is what you welcomed him with; he had always loved to hug you, and holding you close was a remedy for his mind, he’d say. But those words stopped forming after some time. You ushered him into the shared bed that night, your arms curling around him after the nice surprise you had set up earlier had gone well. Perfect, you had thought. The bed was still cold, though. You thought about bringing it up with him but decided against it; the warmth of his arms was enough for you.

You should’ve brought it up with him, for the time would have entered where he couldn’t handle it. He had awoken with a jolt, sweat trickling like beads down his temples. Eyes wide and chest pounding, he sat there with eyes darting for a threat and hands searching for yours. Your fingers would intertwine with his, warm against his cold palms, as you sat up beside him. It’d be over soon; thats what you promised— you’d do this together.

Nights like those started occurring more often than ever, until one day, he’s awoken with a sharp jolt again. His movements are much more frantic, his hands searching and searching.

Though, this time, it doesn’t find itself in yours.

It’s tightly wrapped around your neck, his mind screaming to murder you. Bloodshot eyes and prominent streaks of black down your arms— the horrors he had tried so desperately to push away— return to his mind. Your breath wont come. No sweet words, and he looks down to see his hand contaminated with that same murky colour. The sink of his chest feels like a knife as he sees your arm grab out at him, like they did everywhere he went. Those creatures who would grab him, claw at him, and still threatened to take his life. They had destroyed his mind instead.

But there is no mutant, no bloodshot eyes and no streaks on your skin. All he sees is what he’s done to you, his body weight pressing on you as his hand keeps a firm grip around your neck. Your mouth begs for air, denying the sweet reassurance he needed as he sees you turn pale, your eyes flickering with tears. There’s no threat in here; not even the cold breeze from the open window chills his bones. Nothing can hurt more than the desperation in your eyes as your hands claw—No—plead at him for relief. He immediately lets go, scrambling to the other end of the bed as he watches you pant, his heart filled with fear. Fear of himself. You quickly turn to him, mustering out your honeyed phrases through choked breaths. But they’re just letters dancing about, barely going near his ears in the walls he had built between the two of you. Ignorance is bliss, but he can’t break his gaze when he sees the deep streaks of scarlet he left on your neck. Frozen in regret and shame, you tentatively wrap your arms around him to comfort the pair of you. But he feels your tears on his neck; the fear you felt eats at his gut and his conscience. You had never felt so cold before.

The days he had left for missions were the worst nights of your life, you’d say, having been away from your heart for so long. But even as you see him drinking his morning coffee, those eye bags prominent, you think your heart might be buried in Spain, infected with the plagas of love that died out.

Unspoken was what had happened that night— a silent promise between the pair of you with small random affections to bandage up the wound he had inflicted. He was still going on the small missions, but they were shorter, and he was back to fill the bed every night. The flowers in the vase never died—a different shade, flower, or even scent every week. A different kind of love.

This continued for weeks, up until you were out with some friends, each talking about their love lives, which was always a topic between the three of you. One of them gushes about how their husband’s love language is gift-giving, describing each and every homemade affection they receive on the daily. Soon it gets around to your turn, and when you speak about his love language, physical touch comes to mind again. Whether it was playing with your hair, rubbing your hands as you walked in the cold, or leaning on you after hard days, he always wanted to be near you. Your mouth fails to respond; no words form yet no examples are recalled in your brain either. You laugh sheepishly, trying hard to wrack your head for something sweet he’s done, until you just laugh it off and talk about how you love him again.

The bed’s empty when you slip inside it; he hasn’t returned yet and he won’t be back for another hour or so. The ceiling accompanies you as you desperately try to remember an act of affection in the last few weeks. It’s only now that it finally hits you, like a tonne of bricks through your skull—

He’s been distancing himself from you.

Knowing that you get caught up in little things, he occupied your mind with flowers and sweet notes. Not once have you actually heard him say any of it or felt his touch, if not accidental. He sleeps at a distance at night, and even when you shuffle closer somehow, you wake up further apart than before. You havent had a meal with him in weeks and you haven’t actually heard that raspy voice you remember as he complains about his day. You cannot remember the last time you felt warmth, and you can’t remember when you last cried this hard.

You’re in the bathroom, wiping away the stray tears as you look at yourself in the mirror. A heavy ache that still scrapes against the walls of your heart, unsure if you feel better or worse after coming to terms with this. Every pump feels like it’s dragging you down instead of keeping you alive. The rush of blood is like-

The front door clicks open.

You almost freak out and you’re not even sure why you would. Why are you scared of this? Why are you suddenly scared of him? Your feet hurries you back to your shared bed, settling under the covers once more to try to play it off as just tiredness. You still can’t figure out why you’re doing all this or why you start to form excuses for your behaviour in your mind. He never does. So why would you? The footsteps draw closer; they’re just slightly heavy, much softer than when he wears his boots. You hear the bedroom door unclick and your shoulders tense with every second.

But you dont see him enter. Slow breathing and closed eyes— you’re even lying on your side as you pretend to be asleep.

————————————————————————

Leon breathes out a heavy sigh, his chest sinking to drain out all his exhaustion from today. There’s a rustle of clothing as he undresses, pulling on some random sweatpants and a spare shirt for the night. Why should he even care if its clean or not? He walks over to his side of the bed, rummaging around the bedside table for something. Then he pauses, his eyes catching onto something in his peripheral view. Tear stains?

You hear the creak on the bed as he leans half his weight on it, about to reach out to you. Your heart beats faster. Is it because you dont want to worry him with your tears, or are you afraid of him? You don’t know. His fingers brush your cheek ever so gently, his voice echoing out your name so, so softly.

“Hey.. you awake?” He asks, and even though your heart is melting into a little puddle so easily, some stubborn stick clogs your throat. His sigh fills the room again and he pulls the blanket over you, tucking it snugly over you before brushing the hair out of your face. Maybe he’s just tired these days, you think. He’s been through a lot after all; it explains all of it. Really, you shouldn’t have been so upset at all—his work and life are on an entirely different level for you.

You’re about to open your eyes, pretend you woke up, and give him a sleepy smile. Images of him giving you a tight hug and one hand rubbing the small of your back as he tells you to fall asleep again fills your mind.

Then he speaks again, the bed creaking as he steps back off of the bed, the warmth leaving as fast as it came. “She’s really knocked out.? Phew.. I do not want to deal with some stupid tears..” He mutters out, his raspy voice much lower and breathless—almost exasperated. A low groan leaves him as he dumps his work clothes somewhere. Then, the bed screams again as he lays his weight on it before he shuffles himself to the end of the bed. He looks back at the space between them, another huff of air leaving his lips.

“That’s good enough. I fucking hate being woken to push her away from me..” Eventually, his breathing evens out, and his shoulders are still tight and tense as his body relaxes into the bed. The night falls quieter, and your mind feels blank.

You don’t know when you fell asleep or if he saw your fresh tears when he woke that morning.

Next

[hor3nee]

wait how is he 175 cm? i thought he was 180 cm?

Leon is both.

Capcom characters don't have set heights. We know this because, 1. Capcom no longer adds heights to their character profiles. 2. Capcom constantly changes the motion capture actors/models. 3. There are multiple different media adaptations of the characters. (Leon)

In Leon's first-ever installment, Re2 (1998) his height is listed on his character profile: He is 178cm tall, aka 5'10ft tall.

The second installment of Leon was in Re4 (2005). So for some reason here it says he's 180cm tall, aka 5'11ft tall? I actually only recently learned about this lol. This information comes from the Re4 Digital Archives.

Damnation height chart also states he's 5'11ft tall / 180cm tall:

In Re6 (2012) Leon is given no (known) height. BECAUSE! We know in Re5 (2009), Chris & Wesker's heights were both changed & also their heights weren't included in their character profiles.~~ And every main game that came after Re5 (So Re6 - Re7 - Re8 - Re2r - Re3r - Re4r) do NOT include height in their character profiles.

And as previously stated post-Re5 none of the other mainline games give any canon heights to the characters, so in both Re2r (2019) and Re4r (2023) Leon is given NO canon height. HOWEVER!

Leon's motion-capture actor in both remakes (Re2r & Re4r) has been Nicholas Apostolides who is 175cm tall or 5'9ft tall. So whilst the motion-capture actor doesn't necessarily define a character's height, since we have no stated canon height of Remake Leon's height, we can assume/say in the Re2r & Re4r Leon is 175cm tall or 5'9ft tall.

SUMMING IT UP: PERSONALLY, I like to say Remake Leon is about 5'9 (175cm) and Og Leon is about 5'10-5'11 (178cm-180cm), and the movie Leon's are the same. Not that it matters he's a pixel who gives a shit call him 6'5 daddy build for all I care have fun.

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Aeon couch sex?😦

Ada face down in the couch and Leon just🧨🧨🧨 or Leon just eating her out while she sits comfortably on the couch🤗

YES AEON COUCH SEX

the latter is quite tastyyy

i very much like the idea of ada in her heels still while perched on the couch with her ass in the air and just

my god i am gay

anyways 💅

okay but wait let's start with the latter first, telling him to be a good boy, a curl of her finger brings him to his knees and she takes her time just crossing her legs and letting him run his hands along her inner thighs. maybe just pushes her skirt she's wearing upwards and lets him pull her panties off from her legs.

he's about to help slip her heels off but she shakes her head and he doesn't. ada just non-verbally gestures towards herself, maybe humming in approval or disapproval whenever he doesn't follow her lead

just her legs over his shoulders while his face is buried between her legs, his tongue lapping at her core, taking his time savour the little moans that escape from her lips and the slight tremble of her thighs that she tries to hide, he gets to enjoy the pleasure he gets her as she writhes against him

she doesn't want it to be over like that though, she keeps him slow, lazy, edges herself so she's close - just to pull him away again, letting him press wet kisses at her folds and everywhere there

he feels her heels hit him from behind, it only reassures him that she's losing her composure >:)

he doesn't miss the tremble of her legs when she urges him upward to stand and she perches herself against the armrest of couch.

her swinging her hips, enticing leon to come closer hehehe >:) he doesn't even bother undressing entirely, just undoes his belt and dig himself O_O out of his jeans, his chest shuddering with a deep breath

pumps at himself a lil bit, his other hand pulling her skirt higher and exposing her ass (also i dunno i just thought about her damnation fit but she wears a lot of dresses ig)

she just keeps staring at him, her lips purse and an impatient look on her face.

he doesn't take much time before he places the head of his cock against her slit and ease his way inside. his hands gripping the sides of her hips and slowly sinking in until he's fully seated inside of her and gives her a few lazy thrusts.

one of them, although, not even that powerful, almost moves the couch and she lowly laughs but he's ready to start up a medium fast pace already so he just does that.

ada just teases him to go harder and faster, and he just grips her hip and her shoulder and has enough leverage to just 🧨🧨🧨🧨🧨🧨🧨🧨🧨

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I decided to write a song fic using this song using Damnation!Leon

He called her on the road,From a lonely cold hotel room.Just to hear her say "I love you" one more time.

Leon hated taking missions that were halfway across the country, he hated being away from you, being away from the kids. Wrinkling his nose he locked the door to the hotel room then sat on the edge of the bed. Cell phone in hand he dialed the familiar number waiting for you to pick up though a slight chuckle escaped his lips, the voice of his children laughing in the background, Leon quickly brushed a stand tear away.

But when he heard the sound.Of the kids laughin' in the background.He had to wipe away a tear from his eye.

The first voice he heard was is sons voice, he did his best to relax but the man wanted nothing more than to be home. “Daddy! When are you gonna come home?”

A little voice came on the phone.He said, "Daddy, when you coming home?"He said the first thing that came to his mind.

Closing his eyes, Leon felt a small smile form on his lips. He had to reassure his son, he had to let him know so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

“I’m all ready there Buddy. You just just to take a look around alright.I'm the sunshine in your hair,I'm the shadow on the ground,I'm the whisper in the wind.I'm your imaginary friend.And I know I'm in your prayers.”

Placing you hand on your sons head you gently took the phone from his fingers as he started to sniffle, giving him a weak smile you ruffled his hair. “Why do you go play sweetie.

She got back on the phone.Said, "I really miss you, darling.Don't worry about the kids, they'll be alright"

Nodding his head, the little boy said his goodbyes followed by an I love you as he rushed out of the room. “You know, I really miss you Leon. But don’t worry about the kids alright. They’re gonna be alright.” Swallowing back some tears you shook your head sitting down in the kitchen chair. “I really wish I was in your arms right now. Laying right beside you but I know I’ll be in your dreams tonight.”

Wish I was in your arms,Lyin' right there beside you.But I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight.

Closing his eyes, Leon relaxing on the bed though his hand clutched the phone tightly. He knew what you were saying was true, he knew his dreams would easily be filled with you, with your smile. Those dreams of you, thoughts were the only thing that helped him through these missions.

And I'll gently kiss your lips.Touch you with my fingertips.So turn out the light and close your eyes.

“I’ll gently kiss your lips, touch you with my fingers tips.” You teased gently though you could feel your eyes stinging with tears. “So just turn out the lights and close your eyes.”

Clearing out his throat, Leon blinked back his own tears. His forced himself to let out a laugh, his body slouching. “I can same to you, ya know.”

I'm already there,Don't make a sound.I'm the beat in your heart.I'm the moonlight shining down.I'm the whisper in the wind.And I'll be there 'til the end.Can you feel the love that we share?Oh, I'm already there.

“I’m already with you Y/n, so don’t make a sound alright. I’m the moonlight shinning down and I’m the whisper in the wind. I’ll be with you until the end, can’t you feel the love that we share, I’m already there.”

Sniffling, you felt the tears streaming down your cheeks as you listened to your husband. The dull ache in your heart, you desperately wished you could see him.

“We may be a thousand miles apart,But I'll be with you wherever you are. Alright, so don’t worry about me. I’ll be home before you know it.” Leon whispered, he couldn’t wait to for this to be his last.

He couldn’t wait to see you and the kids again but right now he was just happy you were thinking of him.

Oh, I'm already!There.

“I love you.”

[elenafisher-wong]

Hunnigan in Damnation: Leon why do you have a picture of the most wanted international spy as your phone's lockscreen? Hunnigan in Death Island: aww Leon you have a picture of your newborn child as your phone's lockscreen! Hunnigan in Death Island: wait.

[sapphire-weapon]

wait I'm confused as to what would be considered canon in media. Ada and Leon never really got together in the original games, nor was there ever any like official line in the story that says "oh yeah those two are in a romantic relationship/ in love" yes, there were moments where it's said Leon is weak to Ada and that one scene in the original game where the two kiss and ada says she's just a woman that fell in love with him - but in both those instances it was never reciprocated by the other person to make it clear the feeling is mutual.

It especially confuses me because Ada apparently claims to love Leon in RE2 (I think?) but never mentions that again in the other mainline games like RE4, if anything it's just her saying he's part of her game in her reports if I remember correctly

i've said this for a long time, but fandom needs to develop more and better terms outside of "it's canon" -- because the term "canon" with regards to a relationship is too vague and can mean anything from "they used to be together prior to the start of the story but aren't anymore by the time the story begins" to "they fuck once in the beginning/middle of the story and then never again" to "the entire story is about their falling in love" to "they have seemingly no real romantic/sexual interest in each other for the entire series but then end up married in an epilogue" with a bunch of varying degrees in between.

here are the canonical facts of the matter between leon and ada in OG:

ada admits to having fallen in love with leon in RE2

leon makes the move to kiss ada as he believes her to be dying in RE2

leon stares at ada's legs in RE4

"she's like a part of me i can't let go" in RE4

ada spends most of separate ways wistfully staring off into the distance and dreamily saying leon's name

ada defies wesker's persistent orders to kill leon during SW and in fact goes out of her way to help him -- constantly

ada admits to using leon in her report in SW

leon and ada met up at some point off screen between RE4 and damnation with the implication that they both were of the understanding that sex would be involved, but there's no clear distinction as to whether or not that actually manifested or how far it went

both ashley and helena vocalize their perception of leon being in love with ada

in RE6, leon physically stops chris from hurting carla, who he believes to be ada, and insists on defending her even after chris tells him that ada killed his men -- because he refuses to believe that ada would do something like that even after watching a video of her hatching from an egg, implying that she's either been a BOW the whole time or recently became one

leon and ada put themselves in harm's way to save each other's lives at different times in RE6

helena gives leon an opening to run away with ada at the end of RE6, and he says no

other facts to consider:

ada is always the one to walk away from leon, never the other way around -- with the sole exception of RE6, where he finally gives a definitive "no" (RE2 doesn't count because he thought she was fucking dead lmao)

the only other seemingly reciprocal attraction leon's ever had with another woman in RE was angela in degeneration, who has never been seen or mentioned again. everything else has been him trying to fuck someone else and getting shot down or someone else trying to fuck him and him turning them down.

there are several files throughout the games that describe leon and ada's relationship as "complicated"

the only time ada is ever seen on screen in the entire series without being an accessory to leon's story is her campaign in umbrella chronicles, during which her feelings for leon are brought up as an explicit point of contention

leon, however, has been seen in multiple titles without ada and exists independently of her character

leon has kept his involvement with/encounters with ada a secret from literally every single person in his life, including the redfields and the US government, which has perpetuated the spread of bioterror, which flies in the face of everything he believes in and stands for

ada helps leon even when he doesn't really need it, just because she wants to

the reason why i (or anyone else) say(s) that aeon is "canon" in OG is because OG focuses on their relationship intensely over the course of three games and a movie, and that relationship is romantically/sexually charged. and when you pair that with the fact that she doesn't really exist without him, it's like... then what the fuck else is she there for?