#i need re6 leon

[number1mikeshcmidtfan]

i need that 36 year old man so bad!

also hello! im back!

[hurrakka]

The only qte in this game that I actually like

[knifefightandchill]

RESIDENT EVIL 6 (2012)

Let's get moving, we don't have much time.

[citrine-elephant]

leon may be a cold-blooded thing who needs a heat lamp, but you know he'll be tits-out no matter what

was gonna be a sad post-vendetta era leon, ended up with old man whiskey dilf concept.

[withonly-sweetheart]

hear me out. nsfw mentions ahead

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re6 leon in which the events of re2 never happen, he doesn't become a police officer until chris recommends it to get over a break up, smth abt finding your purpose or fuck tht

he's got no idea what he's doing in the goddamn room, six months of training later, but theres a shiny new badge on his chest and a can do attitude that disappears as soon as he twists over his shoulder to check out his t.o.

shit, you must be at least, what, a decade younger than him? he has to hold back a scoff when sergeant dismisses the room, and suddenly he's left alone with your silent, wide eyes looking up at him.

you keep him behind you in your quick, clicking steps, allowing little time for the questions he asks, trying to pry that little shell of yours open. but you're unrelenting, in the way that he is, in your serious posture and his amused demeanor.

a demeanor that "has no place on the force", you tell him a week later, just after he's turned the corner and tripped over the felony you handcuffed just seconds ago.

he huffs and puffs on the ground, but he knows that you're the big bad wolf in his story. and he's not about to swap roles to become little red riding hood.

so after crashing at chris' penthouse with a cooler full of cold beer, a recovering heart and heavy thoughts, he realizes that he can do so much better. become what you expect.

and the man that walks in the day after? well, he's not the same old man whose back you were snickering behind when he got the captain's office and the locker room mixed up, courtesy of your fellow cops.

you feel more like a cheetah around its prey than a partner to him, especially with the snarky banter that flows easily, the subtly thrown smiles and winks during an ambush, his awkward yet sweetly charming demeanor.

and guess who can really judge a book by its cover? well, in this case, you suppose by its age.

to be honest, the only thing stopping you from pouncing is the number printed next to his name on the file that's two months late, sending all you've known about him into a loophole.

it appears that sometimes, the force of objects thrust into motion cant be stopped, and the events that ensure one night during a late night study of the rook book ends up with a pair of boots tangled in his sheets.

the thrill of getting caught is delicious, hell, its the reason you became a goddamned cop. but you've been denied that thrill all your life, and when it finally comes to you in the form of this glorious man, you should've realized there would've been some kind of problem.

your crazy big hint was the sun-crinkled eyes, salt and pepper stubble and old man advice, but that's hard to think about when his mouth is buried between your thighs, and even harder is to remember the question he asked beforehand, now somehow expecting an answer as he smothers your hips in wet, sticky kisses. blissfully broken and gazing at the book with glazed eyes.

because how the fuck are you supposed to memorize how to identify a gun when that was the best head you've gotten in years? but when he finally sinks into you with a groan, you realize that there is one gun you will always be able to identify on sight.

better pray that doesn't show up on the quiz though.

series masterlist

[todaaru]

more re6 serennedies!!!!!! my eyes were opened to hip window luis bc of eric @wisecrackingeric-2 :3 i was ENLIGHTENED!!!!

[shycloudkitty]

Just a little touch

Summary: You have been in a friends with benefits relationship with Leon for almost two years. After one of your *stress relief* sessions with Leon, things start to change between you both when he takes one small step in opening himself.

Pairing: RE6 Leon Kennedy! × Fem! Reader

Tags: Mentions of sex in some parts, pure fluff, drinking, angst with lots of comfort.

A/N: Hello guys! I am so so excited for my first fic ever!!! I am so happy rn. Happy new year to you all🥰🥰🥰. Hope you all enjoy this!! Don't forget to show your appreciation by liking it, commenting on it and reblogging on it. A huge thanks to @nexysworld @luniaxi @elfven-blog @kennedyswhore for encouraging me🥰🥰🥰.

Words in bold and italics are Leon thoughts. Like this…

Also guys there's only one sentence which is only in bold and not italics so be careful about it. 🤭🤭

Word count : 5.2K

The room was warm after the shared moments between you and him. Sheets crumpled, Hair messed up, scent of sweat and sex still lingering in the air a little bit. You were lying in bed sleeping and resting yourself after one of many wonderful moments you had with Leon.

Your eyes flutter open slightly and you stretched your arms a bit. As you did you realised he wasn’t lying beside you… That definitely you woke up. Even if he wasn’t that much into cuddling he still used to be beside you. You frowned and sighed tiredly then slowly sat up. Looking around the room you rubbed your face to get the sleepiness out of you. Two years of doing this and by now you could probably guess what he was doing by now.

Probably needed a drink.

That’s what he usually did…You knew after sex he tended to be a bit *disconnected* his mood used to be off. After you guys were done and saw him spacing out, you often used to hold his hand, squeezing it gently and kissing his cheek lightly. He used to give a small smile and sometimes… you did catch him blushing once in a while which was adorable.

You slowly got up from bed and stretched your arms above your head and sighed softly. You wore your shirt and your shorts. And made your way towards the living room.

There he was… Reaching up to his liquor cabinet and taking out one of his whiskey bottles. His back turned to you. Wearing one of his blue shirts and grey sweatpants. You swear you never saw that cabinet empty, sometimes it was even more stocked than his fridge.

He took one of the glasses and poured himself a drink. “Want anything to drink?” His gruff voice echoed in the room. He didn’t had to look up and turn his back to see you were awake. His senses were sharp after all.

You walk towards him and lean against the counter and smile at him. “Sure… Would love one right now…” You never liked it when he used to just get so lonely. You just wanted to help him… a little bit. It was hard not to care for a guy like him.

He sets a second glass In front of you and pours some for you. Still looking pretty unphased. He finally looks up at you and passes you the glass. You could see it in his eyes that he was there… but not there at the same time. But you knew him long enough, had an understanding of each other, even if he’s not openly emotional, he appreciates the company.

You decided to break the ice when you just saw him staring at you… spacing out a bit. You gave one of your playful smiles and in a teasing tone asked. “Why the long face? Am I really that terrible in bed?” taking a sip of your drink.

He doesn’t take well to teasing sometimes, but that gets a rare chuckle out of him. “Maybe” he teases back.

You scoff lightly, giving him an offended look and playfully say “Ouch. Didn’t know we were giving each other reviews… want me to give you one?”

He chuckles again and with a cocky smirk says. “I guess it will be 10 out of 10 considering how much I had you begging for more at the end of it.” His voice sultry.

More like 11 out of 10 but who’s counting anyways?

You scoff and look away to hide your flustered face. “You… are insufferable.” Not wanting to admit the fact he was right.

Leon chuckles for a while, his mood slightly better but after a moment he sighs and says. “Just… been thinking.” He usually didn’t admit what he was feeling at the moment always kept his true feelings and face hidden.

You look up at him and softly said “About work?” He nods and that’s all you get. He walks over to the couch and sits down with a light huff “Mmhmm”.

You sit beside him on the couch and slowly ask “Is it important or just overthinking”. He looks down at his drink, thinking. He sighs. “Bit of both, really…” He chuckles lightly. He can’t deny how right you were. It’s eating at him a bit.

There’s a stretch of silence between you two after that. Leon looking at his drink and taking a small sip of it while you sit beside him thinking how to comfort him on that. Like… What do you even say to the person who had a much rougher life than any normal person had? After much thinking, you then scoot closer to him and gently pat his back and give him a soft smile. You don’t know if that action was awkward or comforting. You looked like you were patting a sad child. But you didn’t know what else to do & you really wanted to be there for him.

He was surprised a bit, looking over at you he couldn’t help himself but smile at your action. It did help him, even a little bit. “I just…” He stops, a hint of pain in his voice. “I just wish I could tell you…everything.”

What? Did he really said that? Did he really felt like that? Your eyes widened and you stopped smiling momentarily. That was so unusual of him… You then slowly regained your composure and slowly asked him. “Oh so… do you wanna talk about it?”.

“No” He replied almost too quickly, shaking his head. “I mean…Look, I can’t.” And gulps down his whiskey in one go like it was water. He’s never quite been this… vulnerable around you before. It’s like he’s a little taken aback at his own actions.

You still smile at him and kiss his cheek lightly. “That’s okay…” He can’t help a slight blush, before looking away. “…Thanks.” God was he awkward.

He sighs, looking over at his liquor cabinet. He considers getting another drink. He gets up and glances at you briefly for a second and says. “I’m gonna…go get a refill.” “Want anything else?” He asked.

Now that you think about it, you could use something to eat. “Mmm… yeah I am a bit hungry.”

He nods and says “Hungry, huh? I’ll order us some food.” He grins a bit as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. “We can watch a movie till it gets here.” He says, over his shoulder and pours himself another drink.

You chuckle lightly and say in a light hearted manner. “Uh huh.. A movie you say? Which one?”

Leon stops for a moment, his back still facing you and simply say. “Horror movie. I wanna scare you a bit.” You groan and he glances over his shoulder at you smiling. “Or maybe I should be the scared one?” Chuckling a bit at his own words. “I know you love horror stuff.”

No you don’t. At what part of you hiding your face behind a pillow whenever a jumpscare comes and scares the shit out of you, was loving ‘horror stuff’? You roll your eyes and look at him raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh come on…You just wanna watch me scream. That’s what you really like.”

You mentally face palm yourself as you realize what you just said and watch as he smirks and starts to say. “I mean I do make you scream whenever you are here so…”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he laughed seeing your reaction. You groaned. Him and his cheesiness. “I didn’t mean it that way and you know it… You are such a big meanie.”

He chuckled and poured himself his third drink and doesn’t turn around and sarcastically says “Am not. I’m a big softie.” A big smirk present on his face.

“And hey, I’ll let you choose the movie. So go ahead. Pick it out.” Coming back to the couch and taking his phone out to place order for two pizzas which doesn’t take long to order as he does remember your favourite. It wasn’t like this was first movie night you guys had. You used to have them whenever he was bored or wanted to keep his mind off things. Eating pizza or ramen while you rambled to him about your day while he patiently just listened to each word. Although… you both soon got distracted and moved things to the bedroom… so it will always ended on a splendid note.

You laugh and teasingly say. “Ohh… don’t give me that much power or I will make you watch a chick flick with me.”

He laughed and looked up at her and gave her a dramatically sigh. “I mean, I could suffer through it. You’re worth it.” He grins when he watches you blush and shyly look away.

He was never going to admit it out loud but he loved making you blush, watching that rose pink colour slowly filled your cheeks. He always thought that it suited you. And he didn’t even had to do much, he could compliment you anytime and you would shyly look away trying to show his words weren’t affecting you but the colour on your cheeks told him everything that needed to know.

He then shrugs and says. “But really, I’ve never been all that scared of horror.” As if to prove his point, he pulls his sleeves back a little, revealing claw marks and scars on his forearm. “I’ve been through a lot worse than a jumpscare and some spooky music.” Chuckling a bit at the end.

You bit your lip and looked at his forearm with a sense of pity. There were old scars which had faded replaced by new ones. You knew he used to work in DSO and fought bioweapons. Yeah he told you, reluctantly when you probed him about his job. But that was it. He never ever shared on what he had to go through in his job. And honestly looking at it… you really couldn’t even begin to imagine on what he had to see or face through.

And it isn’t really the first time seeing them but looking up at them close…That was different. You slowly bring your hand and gently trace his scars with your fingers. A bit curious how they were formed in the first place. You looked up at him concern visible in your eyes.

He doesn’t say a word at your touch. He notices your hesitation but was too focused on the fact that you touched them willingly. Don’t you find them ugly? It’s not like they were pretty to look at. He doesn’t often show anyone his scars, and he’s never quite let you touch them before. He looks down at you, surprised at your curiosity over them. Looking back down at your touch again, not quite knowing what to do or say. Should he have stopped you? He thinks to himself.

You then hesitantly asks. “...Is that what you always go through?” Your voice low as you tried to imagine the horrors he had to go through.

His eyes follow your touch as you continue with it. He watches you with a sort of silent disbelief as you ask your question. To him, his work is just…normal. But you look at him like you just asked him the world. He sighs and says. “I've been in plenty of bad situations, yeah,” he chuckles lightly and sips his drink. “But its… it’s what I do. Someone’s gotta do it.”

You removed your hand as he started to roll down his sleeves a bit hurriedly, hiding them away before you asked something else. You look up at him and say. “Must be hard… that’s very brave of you…” you were a bit surprised on how casual he was about all this. But all he did was shrug and reply “I can’t really say I’m brave, just doing my job. Like I said, someone’s gotta do it.”

He drains his glass, looking at it and scoffing to himself a bit and replies. “But Thanks…” sensing the topic was over you didn’t probe him further than that.

Soon his door bell rings and he gets up to receive the order. Comes back and sets down the boxes. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “Wanna eat and choose the movie?”

You chuckle and nod. “Sounds good…” You pass him your glass to refill it and he does that. Keeping the bottle on the coffee table as you browsed on Netflix on what to watch. “So how about conjuring..?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Pick something scary. That’s nothing.”

You frown at him and say. “Hey that’s scary…” Leon shakes his head and takes the remote. “Give me that…” and starts browsing.

You scoff and try to take back the remote and say. “No way, last time you chose hereditary and I had to sleep with lights on that night.”

Leon doesn’t give back the remote and say. “Well I won’t choose that then. What about midsommar?”

Your eyes widen and try to take back the remote again and say. “No way, give me that. I hate cult movies.”

After 10 minutes of you guys fighting on which movie to see. You both decide to watch IT. Which already has you hiding your face behind a cushion. He chuckles seeing you that way and pats your knee lightly and puts an arm around you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let that clown take you down the drain with him and make you float.”

You chuckle and teasingly say. “Aww… will you keep me safe and tucked away from him?”

Leon rolls his eyes and chuckles. He replies sarcastically. “Yeah yeah I will…be your knight in shining armor.” Looking at you with a cocky smirk which had you giggling.

You shake your head and eat your slice and so does he as you relax and watch the movie. He looks over at you as you hide your face in his shoulder when it got scary, peeking a little bit to watch the screen not wanting to miss it. He smiled to himself.

You were really so cute to him… so innocent and sweet. Sometimes all he wanted was to tuck you away in a safe place and watch over you, keeping a sweet thing like you away from every horrific things he had witnessed.

“Are you cozy?” he asks suddenly. But your body language gives it away-he can tell you’re comfortable. He feels his heart pound in his chest as he feels something fuzzy inside. What am I even doing?. It was clear that he was enjoying this too but he really didn’t wanna show that he was enjoying this too much. You smile and nod.

“Yeah It’s really cozy… you make a really cozy pillow you know.” Chuckling softly at him. He chuckles too finding your description of him amusing.

“Oh am I?” His gaze returns to the screen. He was definitely trying to be flirty as he felt his cheeks warm up a bit. But a nagging feeling deep inside his mind just keeps eating him. This is…dangerous. Can’t stay like this for longer.

While his mind runs wild with all the chaotic thoughts bubbling over while you were looking at the same forearm which had rolled up a bit giving another peek at his scars. You couldn’t help but get distracted by it. His whole attitude about how this was just work and how aloof he was about the whole ordeal. It just didn’t sit right with you. He couldn’t be numb to all of this… or was he? You think for a moment. He never got this close. Like never. And you never forced him either, it’s not like you were obligated to know about his work or nightmares…or his demons.

Your curiosity bubbled over and slowly brought your hand and shifted his sleeves a bit more to look at them. Doing it slowly so to not disturb him in that moment. And gently tracing small, slow circles on one of the scars.

His eyes widened a bit and looks down at your slow touch, calming him down almost instantly and pulling him to reality and away from his drowning thoughts. Your gentle touch, the circles you create. He feels a warm sensation run up his arm, and he suddenly feels… odd. He looks over at you, but can’t meet your gaze for more than a few seconds before he looks back down. He stares at your hand touching his arm, not moving away or resisting. His heart pounds faster. He doesn’t feel cold anymore. He feels too warm. It’s hard not to melt under your touch. You then ask him softly. “You never allowed me to touch them like this before...” your gaze fixed at the scars.

This will never be ‘normal' to you. Will never make you think like this wasn’t a big deal or that the things he used to do weren’t ‘brave' or that it was 'just a job’. Even lasting this long in this field was an achievement in itself. This job took so much away from him… but he’s still standing... But at what cost?

“I didn’t want you to be worried, that’s all. Like I said, it’s… normal to me. Like any other day.” He tries to brush it off and return his focus to the movie. But he can’t help but find himself sneaking glances at his arm. And your fingers making slow, even circles on his skin. He feels his stomach sinking, but he doesn’t fight it like he usually would…

You shake your head and look up at him. Biting your lip a bit and softly whispering. “No… I mean… you didn’t let me touch them like this… is that the only reason you didn’t let me touch them before?”

Leon swallows, realizing what you’re trying to say. He looks back at your hand looking at your loving touch, his heart pounding in his chest was not helping him either. And he wonders If she’s this intimate with me… Why did I try to shut it down earlier? Is this how it feels?

“Were you… Afraid? That I would judge you?” Your soft voice bringing him to reality once more and making him think about that answer. Torn between telling you the truth or lying to avoid being vulnerable further and be dismissive about it.

But maybe it was your voice that gave his poor soul a hope that someone gave a damn about him, your eyes which were curious but also concerned for him or your soothing touch which had some miraculous power to be able to quiet down his anxiety and trauma driven thoughts. So he opens up. Just once.

He's silent for a few more moments and nods. “… yeah. I was.” He says after a while, his voice quiet. He looks down at your fingers again thinking why would you even bother making him feel better about himself. “You've never been close… like this with me… so… intimate.” He murmurs. “I was scared to let you get this close, I… I wanted it. But I…” He doesn’t need to complete that sentence, you can guess what he means.

He feels a soft peck on his cheek, feeling your soft lips lingering there for a moment. Just a little kiss to calm down his nervousness. And it works… he’s distracted that you did it but also so grateful. He looks over at you, still not used to expressing your attraction to him in these intimate ways. He blushes slightly, a look of soft confusion on his face once more, but he doesn’t seem to mind this time.

“Right…” He mumbles, glancing back at the screen and getting shy. He was so awkward he couldn’t express himself like you could but he also wanted to show you he cared so he brought you close just a little bit as your head was still resting on his shoulder and leaned into you slightly. It’s only a bit. Just enough to get a response, but not too much that he’s pushing the line.

You noticed his efforts and looked up at him with a smile. You couldn’t help but admire the way his hair fell perfectly across his face some of it concealing his blush but just enough to reveal he was blushing and was shy. And his icy blue eyes that shows that he isn’t completely numb to everything life has to offer…

You scoot closer to him almost cuddling with him. And squeeze his arm gently and touches his scars again but this time drawing small stars on them. “Is this uncomfortable?”

He tries not to make a sound afraid that he might ruin this moment. As he feels all these new feelings flow through him making his heart skip a few beats. His body language is soft and comfortable with you.

He swallows and shakes his head. “…no. It’s nice.” He mumbles. He doesn’t move away, or push your hand off him. He then looks down at your hand drawing stars around his scars and sighed softly. A soft smile on his face. He then looks back at the screen but his thoughts focused on you. The movie was almost finished but you both continued to watch it in comfortable silence. He’s always been a nervous guy, but these nerves are the good kind.

You then slowly stop drawing stars and gently hold his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest right now. Feeling your skin on his, your warmth flowing into his soul. He looks at the movie, then at you. How did we get here? When did things… change? Is this for the better or worse? Why even care for a monster like him? He wonders. He looks at your hands intertwined in his. And he swallows hard. He doesn’t pull away, or move your hand. He lets it happen.

“Can I ask you something?” your soft voice comes through and he looks down at you. He nods without hesitation, his head still facing the screen even if the movie was finished and credits were rolling. “Go ahead.” He says, his voice low but still soft.

You clear your throat. You were a bit nervous to ask this questions cause well…it was personal. “You know you don’t have to answer it or anything but I am just curious…Umm…On your missions. Did it ever feel like you won’t return?”

He thinks for a moment, then softly chuckles. “Once or twice…” He mumbles still not facing you. “But I guess when you do this every day… you get used to it.” He swallows hard and sighs. “I have…considered it before though.” He says after a few moments. What would my funeral be like? He had wondered before. Would you even care enough to show up for the last time? Will there be other people there singing how great he was like they did now or would he be tossed aside like trash and replaced by someone young and better, forgotten by all of his peers? Would you just… move on to someone else without giving him a second thought? He shook his head to toss aside those thoughts but he couldn’t. They plagued his mind day and night like a curse.

You nod listening to his words, seeing him space out once more in his thoughts. You then softly say. “And what did it felt like… when you actually returned home? When you thought it was probably your last day on earth… What did it felt like when you came back?” you imagined he was relieved of course but you wanted to listen to him.

You were probably the first person who actually cared enough to ask what he ‘felt’ after & during those awful, god-forsaken missions. You were also the first one who wanted to listen to his story who wouldn’t dismiss him saying ‘this is part of the job’ or ‘everyone goes through this… suck it up’. No you were more kind hearted than that and he couldn’t help but slowly succumb to that kindness.

He swallows hard, glancing at you. He closes his eyes for a moment to think about your question, your hand still intertwining his. Giving him something to ground himself and calm him down. He sighs, and opens his eyes again.

“Relief.” He says simply.

“Relief that I’m not dead. Joy that I came back alive. And… and…” He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words – only to fail to find them. He looks down again looking at the joined hands.

You smile from his words and try to complete his sentence. “Grateful?”

He looks at you, considering your words for a moment. He looks back down and swallows hard and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, grateful. Definitely.” He chuckles, his voice soft and quiet. “And…” He pauses for a moment and adds. “Sometimes a little guilty.” He whispers, looking back at the screen.

That catches you a bit off guard. After all why would he feel guilty when he came back alive? Not expecting him to say of all things. And simply ask “Why?”

“Some of my teammates… they… never made it back. And I should be with them.” He glances back at you. “But I don’t want to be…” He says after a few moments.

He needs a hug. He looks at you, wanting to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist and hold you tightly till your warmth envelops him and make him feel safe. But he feels awkward asking for it. Like…would you consider him a weirdo if he asked you for it? He looks away from you and tries not to show the fact he needed someone to just hold him.

You squeeze his hand gently not knowing how far you can go… afraid that he would pull back at any moment after opening so much to you. And softly said. “I am sorry about that…”

He looks down at your hand, your soft skin was a direct contrast when compared to his. His hands calloused and rough but that didn’t stop you from being gentle with him. He then nods, “Thanks.” He says softly and sighs a bit in relief. Feeling a bit better after talking about it.

But he couldn’t help but realize that he was falling for you just like this? And it all felt… so nice? Is that how it feels when you fall in love with someone?

You then look up at him and clear your throat once more. This time you more nervous cause you had a *small* confession to make. “Uhh… by the way… just so you know. I do care, wondering when you will be back. I always wish you come back in one piece.” A blush rising in your cheeks after saying that.

Leon looked down at you surprised and after few beats of silence he softly asks. “Really?” His expression soft and vulnerable.

Honestly, it was a bit hard for you to open up too. You both have never been so… emotionally close like this during the time you have been together. So it’s a bit unnerving but if he could open up so much, you could too.

With a smile you replied. “Well yeah… I mean who would tease me with their awful cheesy jokes when we have movie nights like these…” Trying to make the moment light-hearted with a bit of teasing.

Leon couldn’t help but laugh a bit from the comment and roll his eyes and says. “Yeah? That’s what I am for? Make you laugh with my ‘cheesy jokes'?”

You chuckled and playfully nodded. “Yes… obviously.”

“I can’t believe you are using me just for jokes.” Playfully narrowing his eyes at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh “Well… I can’t help it. I just love your jokes which make me roll my eyes and groan at how stupid they are...”

After a beat, you both share a laugh and Leon playfully says. “You are more cheesy than me.”

“Your fault by the way…” Making Leon smirk a little bit.

You rest your head back on his shoulder and sigh contentedly.

It feels better now that you both have talked about your ‘feelings'. Much more relaxed… Maybe feelings don’t have to be complicated. Walls that you both made back then to protect oneself from a possible heartbreak were slowly crumbling down and you didn’t seem to mind it and neither did he.

Leon sighs and softly says. “Thank you… By the way… I know I am not easy to be with…” Holding you closer and caressing your arm gently.

You shake your head and reply softly. “No, it’s not that… it’s okay. I am actually… okay…with how you are.”

“Really?�� He asks, with glancing at you look at your expression. He swallows, his heart racing once more.

You bring your intertwined hands closer and press a kiss to the side of his hand and smile at him. “Yeah… I never found you difficult to be with. I am more myself when I am with you…” Your own heart races at your another small confession, which was huge to him.

Leon swallows, he was sure that you made his heart stop with your words and that little kiss. He looks away from you for a moment and takes a deep breath then looks back at you.

“You don’t find me difficult? A bit too much to be with? Am I…too much?” He asks, his words quiet. He doesn’t want to sound too needy but he is. But there’s no hiding that right now.

You then shake your head and gives him a small smile. “No… I mean.. I get it you know… your job is difficult and you need to be at your best at every moment… But even then, you are just the right amount.”

He blushes a deep red and tries to maintain an eye contact with you but can’t help but shy away. Can’t help but a surge of emotions flowing through his so called cold heart. Finding himself looking at your lush lips- and he struggles to say anything at the moment.

“Just the right amount? Not too much… not too little?” Leon asks cautiously still finding your words hard to believe. Some one who didn't find him too much. It had to a be a dream.

Is this real? Can this be real?

“Yeah you are…” You answer him honestly. And cup the side of his face and caress his jaw gently, softly whispered. “You are perfect to me.”

My heart…

“Can… can I kiss you?” He whispers to you.

“Yes…” You whispered back.

He doesn’t hesitates as soon as you say yes, He leans in and kisses you. Pressing his lips gently against yours. He’s so close you can feel the heat from his body as you kiss. It wasn’t like you never kissed each other… But this one gave you both intense butterflies and made your heart pound like crazy in your chest.

My god…

He pulls away after a moment, his lips soft. He looks back at you, your eyes meet his and tries to speak something but can’t find anything to say. Opening his mouth trying to form words after he kissed the love of his life but words just got stuck in his throat.

You smiled and cupped his face and kisses him on the forehead and softly whisper. “It’s okay… I know… Just relax with me for a moment…”

Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly and he does the same. Hugging you back just as tightly and resting his forehead against yours. Kissing you softly on the forehead before softly whispering.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

PHEW. God I am nervous about this one... Wish you guys a very happy new year and enjoy the holidays. And I really hope this fanfic made your day! 🥰🥰🥰

Until next time❤

-Bella

[thatonepersonguy]

Them because I love them aughh

[rcttendolly]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐭

Re6!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

summary ! leon thought it was about time he spiced up your punishments after you broke one of the most important rules

warnings ! spanking, dd/lg dynamics, bondage, use of vibrators, hair pulling, dumbification, dacryphilia, pet names, leon is a lil mean, edging, overstimulation, creampie, controlling behaviour, lmk if i missed any !! c:

wc ! 3.1k

notes: hnnngh this one shot did something to me istg i need this man so badly, ty to @clitorphosis for the idea love u <3

Control.

It was one thing Leon craved within his relationships; the government had full control over him after all. He lacked control ever since that fateful day in 1998, and it was something he was desperate to get back, yet he knew it would just prove futile and would end with him driving himself mad.

However, then came you.

You allowed him that slither of control he’d been desperately searching for, and it left him restless. Give him an inch and he’d take a mile.

One day, he’d approached you, cautiously, with the idea of a ‘daddy dom, little girl’ relationship dynamic and you were rather hesitant at first. While Leon often had no control, you had too much control, and were hesitant to give it up, yet you knew this would give Leon the solace he’d been seeking.

Maybe you’d even end up liking it too?

And god, did you like it. You never realised, but you on the other hand craved being controlled like the way Leon controlled you. It was nice to let the weight of responsibilities slip every once in a while.

However as your relationship progressed, you found yourself naturally slipping into that headspace of bliss more often than not around Leon. He just made you feel so safe, it was hard not to.

Of course, Leon noticed this too, and it brought him more joy than you could imagine. Whenever you’d fall asleep on his lap or with your head on his chest, he’d look at you with adoration in his eyes while tenderly stroking your hair.

He flourished into the role of your caretaker and this type of dynamic was now the norm for you two, with your house having little accents of your secret headspace. There was little pink trinkets everywhere, and the shared bedroom was like a pink, fluffy heaven.

You didn’t go too overboard though, conscious that this was also Leon’s space, so you dotted plushies in areas that weren’t too obvious or inconvenient, and changed the bedding into a pink, fluffy one, and you loved it.

Though with this new dynamic, the control also involved parts of controlling your daily life, even if Leon wasn’t around.

He’d introduced rules to you when you two were sat downstairs watching a movie, and you tentatively listened to what he was saying, a little flushed from his bold choice of wording, like when he said ‘no touching down there when daddy’s not around or without his permission’, but you quite liked the idea of it.

You deflated just a little though when he mentioned punishments for breaking these rules, and you asked him what they were, yet you were only met with a chuckle and an ominous, “You’ll find out if you break them,” whispered into your ear, yet the way he said it brought the roaring fire of arousal back to life in your lower stomach.

Over the past week since your rules conversation, you were a good girl for him, like normal. Unfortunately though, that curiosity of his punishments got the better of you and one day, you purposely stayed up later than you were allowed.

Leon arrived him from work and he walked into your shared bedroom, a stern look on his face as he crossed his arms, “Whatch‘ya still doing up, princess?” he spoke quietly and you looked up at him as he walked over to you before sitting himself on the edge of the bed.

“Hm?” He asked again as he gently stroked your hair, lulling you into a false sense of security as you nuzzled your face into his hand,

“Wasn’t tired,” you mumbled, doing little grabby hand motions towards him.

Leon remained unmoved, however, and just continued to stare at you before grabbing your arm and slowly pulling you to sit up.

You looked at him quite puzzled before he pulled you again to stand up. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to stand in between his legs as you rubbed sleep out of your eyes.

Truth was, you were extremely tired, yet you were determined to find out what his ‘punishments’ were.

Leon trailed his hands up and down your thighs and goosebumps erupted on your skin as you placed your hands on his shoulder, “my pretty girl.” He praised, your stomach flipping at his words and you lazily smiled at him as he peered up at you.

Suddenly, his hands stopped moving and a rather dark look flashed across his face, “but you know better than to stay up this late, don’t you?” he tilted his head, looking at you with a rather condescending look.

You thought about your reply before nodding, “mhm, ‘m sorry, daddy.” you yawned, but Leon only smiled as he placed his hands into your short’s waistband.

“I think it’s time you find out what happens to little girls that break their rules, sweetheart.” He chuckled, and you stared at him with confusion before he slowly tugged your shorts and panties down.

“C’mere.” He muttered and you went to sit in his lap before he bent your body over his lap instead, your face going bright red.

“I want you to count for me, think you can do that, princess?”

Your whole body shook with arousal and you turned to look at him before nodding and he smiled, his large palms kneading your ass before landing down on one of your ass cheeks with a loud smack.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the impact and you hiccuped, “one.”

Leon continued this until he reached ten and he leaned down, your slick coating your thighs and his. Tears were streaming down your face and you choked on a sob when he grabbed your chin to turn your face towards him.

“Good girl, you did so well for daddy,” he cooed, and you leaned into his embrace “let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Ever since that night, your punishments had always been the same. Whenever you broke a rule, he’d bend you over his lap and spank you, the severity of what rule you broke depending on how many you received.

You learned to become a little intimidated by the stare he gave you whenever you knew you were in trouble, but you ended up just enjoying the punishments, even if they hurt in the moment. Leon knew this as well, and it did also give him enjoyment as he watched you wail and wiggle underneath him.

The one rule you had never broken though, was the touching yourself rule, no matter how needy you got. That was mainly because Leon was always home in time to see you, and you knew your hands wouldn’t feel nearly as good as his and you’d more likely just end up frustrating yourself.

However, you were feeling particularly needy one night, and this just so happened to be the one night Leon stayed at work a lot longer than usual.

It felt like you couldn’t stop yourself as your hands trailed down your stomach and slipped into your flimsy little night shorts. You soon found your sensitive bud and began rubbing on it lightly, a small whimper coming from you at the contact.

It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time and you couldn’t stop.

Your rubs became more frantic the longer you did it for, and you could feel that familiar coil tightening within your stomach, waiting to snap as louder whines came from you.

You froze though at the sound of the front door opening and closing and you rapidly pulled your hands out of your shorts before laying down under the covers to act as if you were asleep, as you shouldn’t be up at this time either.

Leon made his way into your bedroom and he walked over to you on the bed as you held your breath. He leaned down and began stroking the side of your face, your breaths coming out a little more ragged than you wanted.

You fluttered your eyelids open at the contact and sleepily smiled up at Leon, only to see him smiling back down at you.

“Hi, sleepyhead.” He chuckled.

Maybe you got away with this after all.

“Hi, daddy,” you huffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed and next to you.

He kissed your neck and you giggled before he trailed small circles on your stomach, “Sorry for taking so long, baby. What did you get up to while I was gone?”

You stared at him for any hints of him knowing your previous activities, but you didn’t see any, “the usual. Watching TV, colouring, going on my phone.”

You got no reply though as Leon just smiled at you before slowly trailing his hand down into the waistband on your shorts. “missed you.” He sighed, moving his hand down further.

You whined at the contact at stared up at him, your hands gripping onto the front of his shirt. “missed you too.” you sighed, leaning your head back when you felt Leon’s fingertips touch your burning core.

He quickly retracted his hand though when he felt his fingers absolutely soaked and he stared down at you with that familiar expression you knew all too well. Uh oh.

“I fucking knew it.” He growled, pushing his fingers in front of your face to look at how wet they were, “you were touching yourself while I was gone. Isn’t that right, honey?”

You shook your head furiously, trying to pull him closer by his shirt but he didn’t budge an inch. “N-no! Daddy,” you whined, “please I didn’t, I was a good girl.” You pleaded.

However, your efforts seemed fruitless in changing his mind and whined once again before his hand roughly gripped your cheeks and squished them together.

“Stop lying to daddy, baby, I already know,” he breathed, his eyes trailing all over your body and face, “your cute little face was all flushed and your breathing was so unsteady.” he cooed condescendingly before feigning hurt, “you wound me, babydoll. I thought you were meant to be a good girl.”

“I am!” You protested as you could feel the tears beginning to well up in your eyes, “I-I.. I needed you really badly and it, it was hurting.” You pouted, a stray tear falling down your cheek.

“My poor baby, left all on her own to deal with her insatiable little cunt.” He cooed once again, your head slipping further into the space where your thoughts were all just Leon, Leon, Leon.

“Does she need daddy’s fat cock filling her up? Is that what she needs?” He chuckled when he saw you nodding your head before pulling away from you completely. You whined at the loss of contact and instinctively reached out to grab him again.

“I think it’s time for us to try something a little… different. You up for it, sweetheart?”

You were desperate for any kind of contact so you nodded, and you noticed the corner of Leon’s lip curl up a little.

He reached under your bed and grabbed a box, grabbing out some rope and what looked like a… vibrator?

You furrowed your brows at his choice of items and he softly laughed before putting his hands in your hair and roughly yanking it to look up at him, “clothes off, now. Don’t make me ask twice.”

Instantly, you scrambled off the bed and you quickly took off your nightwear, leaving it in a puddled heap on the floor before going to crawl back on the bed.

Leon watched you lay on your back and stare up at him before he took a little of the rope and clasped both of your hands together. He tied the rope around them so you wouldn’t be able to get them out and and then proceeded to tie them against the headboard.

You whimpered at the restrictive movement and Leon just stared at you. Feeling heated under his gaze, you tried to hide your face in your arm but you heard Leon tut, “Eyes on me, angel.”

Reluctantly, you turned your head to look at him and you noticed him stripping down his clothes until he was left just in his boxers. You couldn’t help but drool at the sight and you twitched impatiently as you watched him sit on the bed in front of you.

He spread your legs wider and looked down right at your core, spreading some of the slick around with his fingertips.

You shuddered at the contact and he chuckled, “needy little baby.” he grunted and gently prodded the vibrator at your entrance before pushing it in.

You whined at the sensation and laid there, catching your breath for a moment before Leon turned the vibrator on, a dark smile gracing his features as he watched you squirm and shake at the different settings.

“Daddy!-” you gasped, writhing your hips as your body reacted to the multitude of different sensations going through your body. The tears that had died down from earlier sprung back to life and you sniffled at the torture coming from the vibrator.

“Keep yourself still before I tie your legs down to, okay, little one?” Leon spoke, his hand caressing your thighs way too close to the area you wanted him to desperate touch.

“‘m kay, daddy,” you sniffled, already teetering on the edge of an orgasm before Leon turned it off. He fucking turned it off.

You let out a high pitched whine and Leon chuckled, “you really thought I was going to let you cum?” Leon grinned, his hand slapping your thigh quite harshly.

You meekly nodded and he grabbed your jaw, “awh, naive little thing, aren’t you, pretty?” You flushed at his words and whimpered when his lips made contact with yours.

His hand trailed down to your neck to lightly grasp at the edges, away from your windpipe, and you moaned lowly at the lack of oxygen. Drool came out of your mouth as you were kissing Leon, and he eventually pulled away.

“Messy girl,” he chided, wiping the drool off your chin with his thumb and sticking it in your mouth. You instinctively began sucking on it, “got you trained so well, jus’ know to start suckin’ on anything I put in your pretty little mouth.”

You nodded your head at his comment and he smiled, taking his thumb out of your mouth. Your eyes already held that dumbed out look and Leon just shook his head, “already fucked out from jus’ a vibrator.”

You gasped again as Leon turned the vibrator back on and you writhed underneath his hold, his hand slapping your hips again. “Remember what I said earlier, princess.” He growled, a whimper escaping your mouth at the thought of Leon tying you down more.

He continued to edge you for a good hour, making sure you knee your lesson if not disobeying one of your most important rules.

“‘M sorry, daddy!” You wailed, this now being the 17th orgasm he has ripped away from you. You didn’t know how much longer you could take.

Your cheeks were soaked as much as your cunt from all your tears and your drooled covered your chin and chest. You were a mess but you really couldn’t care, all you cared about was cumming.

Leon finally slowly pulled the vibrator out of your puffy and used cunt and he lightly slapped it, grinning at how you shivered at the slightest bit of stimulation.

“Jus’ wanna cum,” you begged, your glossy eyes staring up at him.

“I know, babydoll. How ‘bout you cum on my dick? Yeah?”

You nodded your head at his question and reached out to grab him before whining at the ropes that were restricting your movement.

As if sensing your turmoil, Leon reached over and undid the bindings, your hands immediately coming to tightly wrap around his neck.

You kept him close as he smiled and kissed your neck before sitting up and lining his dick up with your entrance. He slowly began pushing in and you moaned, “still so fuckin’ tight,” Leon groaned, soon bottoming out inside of you.

He didn’t allow you no time to adjust, however, before furiously snapping his hips, your cries and screams getting louder and louder by the second. Your hands scratched marks up his back as you desperately tried to grab onto something, anything.

Your first orgasm hit you like a brick and you sobbed, reaching it extremely quickly due to your previous edging.

“Shh, pretty, doin’ so so good for me, cummin’ on my dick like that,” Leon cooed and once he noticed you had came down from your first high, he began strenuously rubbing your clit.

You squeaked at the contact and tried to move away but Leon was way stronger than you and he held you firmly in place. “Another one f’me, angel.” He groaned, feeling your walls beginning to spasm around him once again.

“One more, pretty, promise.”

You don’t know how many times Leon had said that, all you knew was that your brain was extremely foggy and tears were streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation. His voice seemed so far away in your head and you swear you were about to pass out.

Abruptly, you got pulled from your daydreaming as another orgasm got pulled out of you, you not even noticing it approaching beforehand.

You cried and Leon shushed you once again, “is this not what you were desperate for earlier, baby? Thought you were desperate to cum?” He condescendingly cooed, and you weren’t even able to reply, all you could do was babble out some incoherent nonsense.

Leon groaned as he felt his orgasm fast approaching and he held you closer, snapping his hips a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could inside of you and spilling his seed inside.

All you could do was let out a low moan as you both laid there, your tears slowly subsiding and the fog clouding your mind also slowly going away.

Leon pulled out of you and pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from your abused pussy before looking back up at your fave with a small smile.

“You did so so so good f’me, you’re so perfect.” Leon muttered, peppering kisses across your skin as you dumbly smiled up at him.

“How about a bath, huh, princess?” You giggled and nodded, him scooping you up bridal style in his strong arms. He carried you into the bathroom, mumbling sweet nothings to you as you went and all you did was giggle.

He soon washed you both up and brought you back to bed, getting you changed into a clean pair of nightwear and laying down next to you.

“I love you so much, daddy.” You smiled, looking up at him from where your head laid on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat and could slowly feel yourself drifting into the realm of unconsciousness.

The last thing you heard before drifting off was Leon, “I love you so much too, precious.”

i barely proofread this so lmk if there are any mistakes ok love u bye ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[w2momo]

gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

[number1mikeshcmidtfan]

same pic guys

[clairexleon]

These are official files in RE6 and are important when looking at Leon and Claire’s relationship with Sherry.

Can’t help but wonder if Leon too can see the influence that Claire clearly has on Sherry.

This next one is Leon talking to the FREAKING PRESIDENT (well before he was in office BUT STILL). He’s talking to the future president about his little family which he sacrificed and cares so much for.

He wants to give up, but now he has a little girl that needs him. So after realizing that little Sherry needs her new parental figures, Leon pushes on, even though it’s really hard to keep going. Also notice the way Leon says “our reason”. Not just his. Not just Claire’s. But theirs. He already has that mindset of a parent, and I’m sure Claire is thinking the same way too.

Regardless of how you view Leon and Claire, whether you think they’d make a great couple or not, you can’t deny that they’re literally Sherry’s parents. You can feel how they’re both trying their best (together) for her, even though they don’t know what the hell they’re really doing because they’re so young. But hey, if you ask me, they’re doing a whole of a hell lot better than Sherry’s biological parents ever could.

The only thing missing is their reunion. We haven’t seen them all together since RE2. However, Capcom seems to have this problem with most of their characters. For example, Claire and Chris. They are siblings and have only been seen together once in all of these games. Kind of criminal if you ask me.

Anyways, these three really should meet again. They’re a family after all.

[blondedollette]

He is my little princess <3 🎀

[citrine-elephant]

idc if leon's vest is bulletproof or whatever, i just think it'd be neat if h got a lil fuckd up from protecting ada

[gnawingonleonsbicep]

Need to kiss him

[hyper-cryptic]

An on model Vendetta Leon warm up doodle and a sketchpage I made a long time ago I forgot to post 💔😭

Close ups under the cut!