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gnvrkhuroo · 6 months ago

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sweet letters

pairing. leon kennedy x f. reader

warning. smut. cnc. i won't list every single kink; i think it would be better if you read the story yourself and discover them along the way! enjoy reading ;)

word count. 3.9k

notes. this piece is fictional and solely intended for the reader's satisfaction and imagination. the author does NOT condone or endorse any real-life activities that may be depicted. reader discretion is advised.

a/n. you thought this would be a soft and sweet comfort smut? haha, no.

finishing the note with a small heart, i put on lipstick again. gently pressing my lips to the empty space below the letter, i leave a kiss mark—

"no, no, no, that's too much," you muttered to yourself, shaking your head.

you hurled your pen across the desk, its scratches tearing through the words. with a frustrated grunt, you ripped a page from your notebook, crumpled it, and flung it to the far corner of your room. leaning heavily on your desk, you buried your face in your hands. it had been weeks since you started working on your college project, yet aside from the title—sweet letters—you hadn't made any progress.

you stared at the cursive title, fingers gently hovering over it, while your other hand massaged your forehead to ease your growing headache. still, nothing came to mind.

after a moment of contemplation, you decided a change of scenery might help. you gathered your notebook, pen, phone, and laptop, stuffing them into your white shoulder tote.

securing the locked door of your dorm behind you, you made your way to the elevator. as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, your eyes immediately fixated on a bouquet of lavender resting on the rail inside, wrapped in newspaper and tied with a plain, shiny purple ribbon.

you stepped inside, positioning yourself near the buttons, and pressed the ground floor button. contemplating for a moment, you stole glances at the bouquet reflected in the elevator mirror.

curiosity piqued, you reasoned that checking it out a little closer wouldn't hurt, especially since you were alone. you just wanted to know who it was addressed to and why it had been left there.

approaching cautiously, you gently picked up the bouquet, inspecting it for any clues—perhaps a name or a hidden note—but found nothing.

you gasped as your phone began to ring, softly lowering the bouquet back into place. a smile spread across your lips.

"leon, baby!" you greeted with excitement.

a faint chuckle echoed through the line, followed by his soothing voice. "hello, love," he greeted in return. you could hear the smile in his voice. "how have you been, pretty girl? did you like the lavenders?"

you gazed at the bouquet, feeling your shoulders relax. "are these from you?" you asked, lifting the lavenders again and hugging them close to your chest.

you heard your boyfriend hum in response. "figured you needed something to boost your mood, so i got them for you. from my garden, by the way—finally able to grow them myself," he boasted.

"thank you," you said, inhaling the lavender's scent before snapping a photo of yourself with it and sending it to leon.

he chuckled. "so beautiful. i miss you."

"i miss you more," you replied. then a realization struck you.

the elevator dinged again, and its doors began to open. your eyes widened in alarm as you repeatedly pressed the close button. finally, they landed on him outside the building, staring straight at you.

adrenaline surged, and you nearly punched the button to your dorm floor as leon sprinted towards the elevator. thankfully, it closed just as he reached it. collapsing against the wall, you sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror for a bit.

as the elevator ascended, you knew you only had a few seconds to reach your dorm and lock the door before he caught up. when it finally reached your floor, you bolted through the hallway.

another ding echoed behind you, signaling his arrival on the other elevator.

you heard his slow footsteps as he exited the elevator, and your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when his pace suddenly quickened, transitioning from walking to running straight toward you. your heart thumped loudly, and your ears began to ring with anxiety.

fumbling through your bag, you searched for your keys, finally slowing down as you reached your door. struggling to unlock it, you managed after a while and immediately turned the knob to enter. you threw everything you were carrying onto the floor and attempted to shut the door.

to your dismay, he was already behind you. before you could slam the door shut, his foot blocked it, preventing you from closing it completely. a hand slipped through the gap, pushing against the door with force. you were too small and light to push it shut, so you stepped back and darted towards your bedroom door instead.

but he was too fast. leon managed to catch the bedroom door and flung it open. you backed away slowly, retreating as he stood in the doorway, blocking your escape route with his imposing frame as he stared down at you.

leon lifted you over his shoulders and carried you to the bed. with a swift motion, he threw you onto the mattress and climbed on top, effortlessly flipping you onto your stomach. his weight pinned you down, preventing any escape. with a swift motion, he used the shiny purple ribbon from the now scattered lavender bouquet on the ground to tie your wrists together behind your back.

you kicked and screamed, legs thrashing to push him off, but he only pressed down harder. his bulge pressed against the curve of your ass and chest flattened against your back as he slid his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure on the sides to make you feel lightheaded, without cutting off your airflow directly at the larynx.

"look what you did," he shouted, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder while his hand tilted your head to look at the mess on the floor. "i grew them for you. it took months for them to bloom so beautifully, love," he chuckled darkly, sending shivers down your spine.

leon tapped the pad of his index finger under your chin before sighing and moving back. he knelt behind you, his hands tracing down your spine and over your ass. he gave them a rough squeeze, causing you to hiss, then suddenly delivered a sharp slap that made you jolt forward in pain.

"keep pissing me off, love," he murmured, his fingers teasing the hem of your shirt before lifting it up. you heard him take a sharp intake of breath as your bare back was exposed to him. your shirt got caught on your tied wrists, so he ripped the clothing off and threw it onto the ground, your skirt followed suit. "i do enjoy hurting you, especially when i hear you cry."

"so fucking beautiful," he breathed, his hand brushing your hair aside to get a better look.

he then hooked his fingers onto the strap of your underwear, playing with the lace for a moment before letting go. the band snapped back against your skin, causing you to bite your lip to stifle a cry of pain.

"are you crying already, love?" he teased in a mocking tone, grabbing your arm and yanking you up to face him. "baby, i haven't even done anything to you yet."

his face softened when he saw you sobbing silently, tears streaming down your adorably flushed cheeks. his heart ached for a moment seeing you like this, but the way you bit onto your soft, plump lower lip made him believe you wanted more.

"do you feel sorry, love?"

it took you a second to process his words over the loud beating of your heart, and you nodded in response.

"you have a mouth. use your words, baby," he said warningly, giving you a gentle slap on your hip.

"yes," you managed to sob out, eyes shutting to avoid his stare.

"yes, what?" he demanded, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look directly at him.

"yes, leon, i'm sorry—" you replied almost instantly as he delivered a gentle slap across your face, cutting your words off. his other hand still gripped your jaw, making the impact worse since you had to keep steady.

"sir," he corrected sternly, "you'll address me as sir."

you bit your lip, chest heaving from sobbing as you tried to quiet down. "yes, sir. i'm sorry."

he hummed in satisfaction, his posture straightening as he continued, "why are you sorry, pretty girl? what did you do wrong?"

"i ruined the lavender bouquet you grew and arranged just for me. i shouldn't have done that. i'm sorry," you added quickly, panicking, "sir." you stared at him with widened eyes, hoping he'd let you off the hook.

he released your jaw, pushing you back onto the bed. you whimpered silently as you fell, struggling to get comfortable with your hands bound behind your back. the position was awkward, but you shifted as best you could to ease the discomfort.

"spread your legs," he commanded.

you hesitated for a moment, propping yourself up on your elbows. slowly, you complied, spreading your legs apart. the embarrassment was overwhelming, so you avoided his gaze once again.

leon's brows furrowed as he leaned in, his hands tracing your legs until they settled below your knees. he pulled you towards him, causing you to slump down on the bed, your legs pushed up toward your shoulders.

he began rubbing your clothed core, feeling your wetness coat his fingers through the fabric. for a brief moment, you stopped breathing, overwhelmed by embarrassment at your vulnerable state, unable to cover your face or hide from him.

your breath hitched as he pushed your underwear to the side and spat on your clit. "pretty," he commented, his thumb beginning to circle on the bundle of nerves, eliciting silent gasps from your lips. "i'm going to breed this fucking pussy, yeah? fill you up with my seed until your little tummy's swollen with my seed."

"leon—"

he delivered a sharp slap to your needy clit, making you wince and instinctively shut your legs in pain. he forcefully opened them apart, his knees painfully pinning yours in place.

"what did i say?" he demanded sharply as he slipped a finger in without warning.

you couldn't respond, arching your back from the sudden intrusion. your eyes shut tight as your mouth hung open slightly. his roughness intensified as he moved his hand behind your head, grabbing a chunk of your hair and yanking your head back to look at him. you yelped, tears clouding your eyes as you stared up at him through your dampened lashes.

"to address you as sir," you choked out, your body trembling as he pumped his finger in slowly and agonizingly.

he hummed in response, slowly releasing your hair and slipping in another finger, making it two. leon maintained the same torturous pace, causing you to sigh in disappointment.

he chuckled, leaning in close to your ear, his unusual smirk drawing your eyes to his face. "such a needy little slut," he cooed. immediately, you looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "did you tightened up? fucking whore," he scoffed, his fingers beginning to move in a scissoring motion, forcing your walls to adjust. "did that turn you on?"

you nodded shamefully in response, which annoyed leon slightly since you had forgotten again. "speak up, dumb bitch," he demanded sharply.

out of nowhere, he increased the pace of his fingers, his palm slapping against your clit with just enough friction to send waves of shock through your body. his fingers curled to hit that spot that made you arch your back and see stars. your head fell back, brows furrowing as you started to feel lightheaded. leon planted soft, wet kisses on your exposed neck. his free hand finding its place on your breast, gently groping it while his thumb and forefinger occasionally pinched your nipple.

"s-sir," you stuttered, trying to call out. "'s too much."

his hand that had been on your breast swiftly moved to your clit, rubbing it while his other hand continued its torture inside your needy cunt. you arched your back, unable to move away, his knees digging into your legs adding to the pain and pleasure you were feeling.

leon roughly pressed your lower abdomen flat onto the bed, his fingers relentless in their mission to force an orgasm from you. you shrieked out, unable to do anything but accept the overwhelming stimulation. the more you struggled against the ribbon binding your hands behind your back, the tighter it became around your sore wrists.

feeling the knot in your lower abdomen about to snap, you closed your eyes tightly, anticipating that satisfying release—

but it never came. leon had pulled his hands away and stepped off the bed, a huge grin playing across his lips as he stared down at you—needy, whimpering from the loss, and disappointed.

“not yet, love,” he teased, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them as if savoring the moment.

your breath hitched, tears spilling from your eyes as you pleaded, “please.”

leon shushed you softly, leaning back towards you. his hands caressed your cheeks, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. “i need more from you,” he whispered before meeting your lips with a soft peck that quickly deepened into a passionate kiss. you closed your eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of his neediness instead of your growing frustration. “give me a few more, baby, and i promise it’ll be worth it.”

you pulled back, gasping softly, your lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. “c-can’t, sir,” you murmured.

“yes, you can,” he sighed. “now, please turn around love and get on your knees. i’ll untie the ribbon, okay?” with a firm but gentle touch, leon turned you over, his hands on your hips guiding you carefully to prevent you from face-planting onto the bed. “that’s my good fucking girl,”

leon crawls closer behind you, caging you with his body as he plants loving kisses on your shoulder. he unties the ribbon around your wrist, caressing and rubbing the bruised skin where the tight ribbon had left marks. tenderly, he allows the blood to flow freely for a moment, easing your discomfort with his touch.

he then gently separated your wrists and guided them onto the bed to support yourself on all fours. leon shifted to the edge of the bed as you glanced back in curiosity. in his hand, a stack of envelopes, tied together with another shiny purple ribbon, awaited your attention. handing them to you, he gestured for you to open them.

“open the letters one by one, baby,” he began, “and read them aloud, please. i wrote these during my missions away from you. i want to hear your voice.” leaning closer, he nestled his nose against the tender skin between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent.

"o-okay,"

“okay?” his voice sharpened with a warning.

“yes, sir,” you reply almost immediately.

you removed the ribbon from the stack and selected the top envelope, adorned with delicate cursive: "for you, my love." setting the remaining envelopes beside you and leon on the bed, your hands trembled as you tore open the envelope and gently extracted the paper to read:

november 2004

i've been infected by the las plagas parasite; signs of the transformation are showing. veins are creeping across my body, love. i fucking miss you so much.

leon’s hand settled on your hip, tracing soothing circles on your skin while you read aloud. his lips moved to your neck, sucking, nipping, and leaving his mark.

i miss the feel of your soft, warm skin against mine. your warmth gives me an inexplicable feeling of relaxation when i'm with you. how i wish i was on the couch with you tonight, fucking you until your legs give out.

his hand slid down to the curve of your ass, then began tracing along your slit. he lubricated his fingers before pushing them in. your mouth hung open in a silent moan, your back arching as you lose balance, shifting from supporting yourself with one hand holding the letter to resting on your elbows.

“keep reading,” leon commanded sternly from behind you.

“y-yes, sir,”

the thought alone makes me long to return home and see you, your pretty face contorted in pleasure as i look down at you. i want to feel you tightening around my cock so badly, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

you bit your lip, pausing to bury your face in the sheets as he continued to drill your dripping cunt with his thick fingers, his other hand rested on your hips firmly to keep you steady. leon’s thumb poked and prodded on your other hole, pressing deeper to gauge your reaction.

you gasped and leaned away from his touch, prompting leon to pull you back towards him abruptly.

i fucking imagine biting down on your clit, hear you scream my name until you're squirting all over my face. i want to devour you completely. for now, all i can do is jerk my dick off to your picture and imagine you're doing it for me. i'm going insane.

fucking need you.

sincerely, leon

you let out a sharp cry, eyes squeezing shut as you moan that you’re so close to finishing, toes curling as the tension in your stomach tightens. you cry out in ecstasy until—

leon pulls away once more. you whimper as your body collapses sideways on the bed, already exhausted.

"alright, next one, baby," leon took the paper from your hand and set it aside before reaching for another envelope. as he did, you took a deep breath, brazing yourself.

leon grew increasingly forceful with each letter in the stack, fucking his fingers harder into you with every word. adding one finger at a time until all four were deep inside your abused cunt. with each stroke, leon teased you, denying you the sweet release you craved. by the time you reached the second-to-last letter, you had lost track of how many times he had edged you, leaving you struggling to form coherent words. your speech had devolved into gibberish, much to leon’s thorough amusement.

"leon, please, no more," you sobbed, pleading desperately.

"be patient, baby," he said, the grin on his face replaced by a gentle smile.

your eyes trailed down, following the movements of his hands as he began undoing his pants. they fell to the floor, followed by his boxers. you gazed at his length; it was long and thick, the tip red and aching in need, pre-cum leaking from it. he stroked himself a few times before climbing back onto the bed and kneeling in front of your face, his knees positioned on either side of your head.

holding his length in one hand, he tapped the tip against your lips. "suck," he commanded.

you stared up at him through your lashes, licking your lips to moisten them before giving the slit of his tip an experimental lick. his brows furrowed as he held back a groan, his hand finding its place on the top of your head, guiding you.

you gave his shaft one long lick before taking the tip into your mouth. swirling your tongue around, you began to bob your head, slowly taking him in inch by inch until his entire length was inside your mouth. he held you in place for a moment, letting his whole cock rest in your throat. only when you started to gag did he pull your head back.

leon backed away slightly, his hands now resting under your knees again. he pushed them up until they were almost on your shoulders. guiding his cock with one hand, he rubbed the tip against your folds to lubricate himself before pushing in slightly.

you gasped as you felt his tip spread you wide open. you could barely handle how girthy he was, let alone the thought of taking his full length.

leon leaned in further, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close until his lips found the back of your ear, where he nipped at the skin, leaving bruises. "big stretch, love," he murmured as your brows knitted together. without warning, he slammed his entire length inside you.

you bit your lip to suppress any sound, tears threatening to spill as you stared up at him with hazy vision. he settled into a slow, gentle pace, allowing you to accommodate his size. leon's hands cupped your cheeks, pampering you with soft, ticklish kisses all over your face, making you giggle amidst the pain.

"you alright, baby?" he asked, pausing from kissing you to gaze into your eyes with concern.

"y-yeah."

leon gradually increased his pace until he found the rhythm that made you moan louder. he settled into long, deep thrusts, maintaining a steady pace that allowed you to feel his length brushing against every sensitive spot, sending shivers of delight through you.

your boyfriend maneuvered your position, pulling you closer to him. he placed your legs together on his left shoulder and began pounding harder. you hadn't realized how flexible you were until now, as leon explored different positions to deepen his penetration and feel more of you. he just couldn't get enough; your arousal seemed to draw him in further, your walls tightening around his cock with each movement. it was as if you were urging him to cum inside you.

"sir," you moaned out.

he grunted, feeling you tighten even more because you were already so sensitive and nearly at your peak again. edging you really heightened your nerves; even a simple caress on your skin made you feel hot and bothered. but leon wasn't complaining. he loves how responsive your body is, knowing that only he could bring you to this state.

your moans echoed off the walls and filled the room, mingling with leon's deep groans that reverberated in your ears. your throat, legs, and hips all began to feel sore as your body became drenched in sweat and your own juices. his grip on your legs started to hurt with each deep thrust of his hips, and all you could do was whimper.

"are you about to cum, pretty girl?" he smirked, but his focus faltered as you come undone. he shut his eyes as he felt your walls squeeze around him, forcing him to pause his movements. his shaft was now coated in your cum, some dripping from your cunt down towards your ass.

"l-leon!" you cried out, almost screaming, as leon continued pounding into you relentlessly, fucking you through your climax. he leaned in to kiss your lips, your eyes rolling to the back in your head, unable to focus as you tried to catch up to his kisses.

"i haven't cum yet," he said, pulling you onto his lap without slipping his cock out even an inch. "so fucking beautiful," your lover wrapped his arms around your waist and began bouncing you up and down on his cock. your hands flew to grip onto his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin, likely leaving deep crescent marks later.

"am sensitive," you whispered almost too quietly, your legs already giving out, your body limp. leon manhandled your body fully, and you were unable to control anything anymore. you laid your head on his shoulder, quiet moans and whimpers slipping past your lips every time your ass met his balls.

he chuckled softly, nuzzling his nose into the valley between your breasts, inhaling your sweet scent. "i know, slut. already so fucked dumb," he whispered beside your ear. "have i finally filled that useless brain of yours with nothing but my cock?" he scoffed. "disgusting, greedy slut. such a good fucking girl for me." his mouth latched onto your nipple, abusing the overly sensitive bud with his teeth. his fingers then found your clit, rubbing circles to intensify the sensation, coaxing one final orgasm from you.

you yelped, attempting to escape but his arm around your waist tightened, restraining you furthur. "wait, leon, am going to break. s-sir, can't cum anymore—"

"yes, you can, love. you know i won’t stop when i'm this close. i'm going to come inside you. is that okay, baby? i mean, you do love me, don't you?" he gazes up at you, his pleading eyes and a genuine smile suggesting that it might be okay to let him do it inside you. with one final, deep thrust, leon buries himself completely, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. "imagine mini versions of us running around. you'd want that too, right? of course you fucking do."

closing author's note. this took longer than expected, and although it might seem rushed, i'm pleased with how it turned out. i made some last-minute additions to align with the title, but overall, i hope everyone finds it satisfactory. more oneshots will be released soon, and i plan to publish them during this break as i'll be busier once university starts again. ♡

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagines #resident evil smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #dead dove do not eat #18+ mdni

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corruptedbug · 10 months ago

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She tastes like candy!

cw overstimming >\\\<

a/n listening to Candy by Doja Cat has me🖋️🖋️🖋️

Sugar coated, lies unfolded. Leon's eyes glued to the sight before him, the sight of you with your almost translucent white lacy panties. You're dripping like a faucet, he can't let it go to waste as he licks a strip, tongue making its way up to your clothed clit. The salty taste of you has his cock twitched with anticipation. A low hum escapes his throat, sending a vibration to your core. You still lick the wrapper. "Lemme have more of you." He looks up at you with his thumb circling on your clit gently. You nod and raise your hips, allowing him to take off the panties. He smirks with his white teeth showing before his teeth catch his bottom lip. "That's it, baby." With that, he dips his head down to gather your wetness that's dripping down to your ass crack before latching his lips on your clit, sucking on it eagerly with his brows threaded together as if he's focusing on how heavenly you taste on his tongue. It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper. His digits curl inside of your pussy, making these delicious squelching noises match the rhythm of your whimpers. When you cum, your thighs are locking his head with your hands flying to his hair, yanking it forcefully. He won't let you get rough with him like that though he likes it. He simply doesn't stop eating you out even when you're crying, begging him to stop because it hurts. But when you cum again, he mocks you, looking at you proud.

#🍓#18+ mdni #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #mdni #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #resident evil leon

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phoenixmetaphor · 2 months ago

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sorry to interrupt my drawtober stuff, but @samblerambles was talking chris in a dress and i had to do a flip through of my sketchbook to pull a couple of them. oh and of course there are rando leons too because it’s me.

i started this sketchbook in january and i am almost done 😭😭😭 2 pages left.

#my fanart #chris redfield #leon kennedy #resident evil #sketch dump #back on my normal bullshit next time #… i say like this isn’t my normal bullshit #yeah more sailor moon aus what are you gonna do about it #chris x empire waist #i have leon in dresses too don’t worry #idk what i am gonna do when i finish this sketchbook #are people interested in seeing a million floating heads?#speaking of people sorry everyone who started following for comics and the first thing you get is chris in a dress 🤣#okay ive been awake for 18 hours i am done for today goodbyeeeeeee

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vxnillavampir · 1 year ago

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thinking about vampire!reader and leon…

leon had always been so accepting of your...affliction. wanting to be the helpful and supportive boyfriend, he always offered himself up when it had been awhile since you last fed.

this time however he had a mischievous glint in his pretty blue eyes.

he thought back to one of your conversations where you talked about your human life and you mentioned you had somewhat of a sweet tooth.

needless to say you were confused when leon excused himself during one of your many heavy makeout sessions to grab a jar of honey. his shirt had already been removed long ago, his neck already peppered with hickeys. “honey?” you question.

“just thought you might like a sweet treat.” the hint of submission in his voice ignited the familiar unbearable thirst in your throat, a burning sensation that needed to be put out. leon unscrewed the lid on the jar before dipping his fingers in the honey and letting it drip along his neck and down his chest.

your gaze locked with his, your fangs elongating as the unbearable thirst burned your throat. you pull him close with a possessive grip, your lips grazing along the trail of honey on his neck, the taste of his flesh mixing with the sweetness of the honey. as your fangs sank into the delicate flesh of his skin, you close your eyes as you reveled in the taste of the honey mixed with the sweet taste of his blood.

leon was always such a sweet boy, maybe that’s why he always tasted so sweet—even without the honey.

definitely inspired by this post and wanted to write something for leon and vampire!reader (really cute art btw!!)

#leon ₊ ⊹#leon kennedy 18+#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut

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somnicordia · 1 year ago

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hosted the chreon server's very first drawpile!! we were brought together by our love of old man yaoi... it was a blast to be drawing with so many talented artists!!

#biohazard #resident evil #chreon #leon kennedy #chris redfield #my art #hmu if u want the server link #it's 18+ only though!!

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yuivamp · 3 months ago

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LEONNN SAVE MEE

NSFW!!!

#art #digital art #fanart #my art #my post #fandom #original art #resident evil #resident evil fanart #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #18+ mdni #not safe for minors #resident evil 4

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courtofparrots · 7 months ago

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From Twitter but I have more friends here so

#if you’re 18+ and on Twitter you should follow me I have like no resi mutuals there #leon s kennedy #resident evil

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gnvrkhuroo · 6 months ago

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sweet letters is back up! i had to temporarily post it privately due to writing errors, but now it's available again. feel free to give it a read here!

pairing. leon kennedy x f. reader

warning. smut. cnc. i won't list every single kink; i think it would be better if you read the story yourself and discover them along the way! enjoy reading ;)

word count. 3.9k

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vxnillavampir · 1 year ago

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aftercare is a must for leon.

he would literally hate himself if his partner didn’t get the special comfort they needed after a passionate session. i feel like leon would go into a bit of a caretaker role, even if he was a sub. “here, let’s get you cleaned up.” he would help you get dressed and get snuggled up if you were cold. he would offer to make you tea or hot cocoa. even if leon was absolutely spent and on the verge of passing out, he would still at least make sure you were comfortable and feeling cared for.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy 18+#leon kennedy x reader #cie speaks `· . ꔫ

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likesvader · 4 months ago

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Your Punches Could Use Work

Hello, this is my first ever work. Like Period. But I am a Leon fan all day everyday and wanted to give it a shot. He is just so... well, you know.

Any and all feedback will be appreciated, just please keep it nice. And you can find it on AO3 as well. https://archiveofourown.org/works/58439467

With that being said, MDNI, adult content!

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You didn’t hate being drenched in sweat, in fact, you were proud to see the light blue cloth turn shades darker. It was proof of your hard work and dedication for this job. You worked hard to be here, you worked hard everyday, proving yourself to your coworkers. You proved yourself in every aspect. Paperwork, planning and logistics, weight lifting, group physical training sessions and even sparring. Your dedication was shown in physical ways too, your arms lean and muscular, legs with thigh muscles that flexed as you walk, and you could plank for over five minutes straight.

Your team had become closer as you worked together, morale building stronger by the day. The only gap was between you all and your team leader, Special Agent Kennedy. He had a mysterious aura about him, quiet and straight forward. He had shared very little about himself, only confirming his achievements when asked. The man who single handedly saved the President’s daughter, surviving the outbreak of that wretched virus, and who knows what else.

When you were assigned to this unit, he had just become a leader. He was phenomenal. His posture was straight and arrogant, arms crossed and legs just under shoulder width apart. Dirty blonde hair that sat swept to the side and full lips that never smiled. And his eyes, oh those piercing blue eyes. They analyzed everyone, every action. He was observant. And although you never noticed, he observed you often. He watched as your sweat would run down the side of your face, down the center of your chest where it would soak into your snug athletic tank top.

You observed him too, finding the slightly older man to be the epitome of ruggedly attractive. There was something about the shape of his nose and jaw, so sharp they could cut. Yet his features were a bit soft. He had these broad shoulders that transitioned into biceps that stretched the fabric of literally any shirt he wore. You had thought the fabric would rip one day when you saw him in the facility gym. He had been doing an isolated bicep curl with an easy bar, a vein popping from his skin. It had taken an extreme effort to look away and focus on your own workout. He had thick, muscular thighs and a very built chest.

You even noticed some of his habits, not that you ever wanted to mention that you caught onto these. When he became irritated, he would sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, furrowing his brows. When he was bored, he would tilt his head back, exposing his neck and showing off his adams apple. Your favorite was when he was comfortable in a room, he would cross his arms, flexing his biceps and would push his legs apart. Man spreading had always bothered you, but when Leon S. Kennedy did it, he looked mouth watering.

You would never tell him the thoughts he put in your head, or the way he distracted you and sent warm need pooling in between your legs. You could be into your team leader, but he was oh so attractive that you just couldn’t help it.

“Good job today!” One of the team members lightly punched your shoulder with their fist. “Sometimes I forget how agile you are.” They laughed.

“It took a lot to be so light on my feet. Thank you for taking notice.” You smiled at them so that the edge of your eyes creased.

“We’re going out for some drinks tonight, want to join?” They asked, pointing with their thumb in the direction of a few other team members.

You tilted your head back and forth, hair swinging from side to side as you did. “That sounds like a fun time, but I was thinking of staying a bit longer today. I had a stressful day today and wanted to work out some of my frustration.”

“Alright, don’t work too hard. We do have that field assignment coming up soon, we can’t risk you getting hurt.”

You smiled, thanking them once more. As they turned to walk away, you put your earbuds into your ears, playing your favorite music to workout in. You had fingerless boxing gloves on and you punched the leather bag suspended in front of you in rhythm to the music playing. Your arms had buried and grew heavy as you pushed yourself, straining to maintain the same force through each punch. You focused on shifting your weight so you could use as much force as possible. Your breathing had become ragged with your chest heaving as you delivered another punch.

But a hand came from your peripheral view, grabbing your right hand before it made contact with the bag. You froze, your breaths filling the air as your eyes followed the hand, to a huge bicep, to the face of your leader. Your face was warm from the exercise and you were rather glad. If it hadn't been, you would have been red for a whole different reason.

His hand dropped after a few seconds and you hurried to remove the earbuds from your ears, dropping one to the floor in the process. “Agent Kennedy, I didn’t know you were here.”

Leon bent down, picking up the earbud. He had been dressed in his typical workout attire. He always wore black tactical pants with a snug blue shirt. He once said it reminded him of his prime days or something. He must have just gotten there because he smelled of his cologne and hadn’t appeared to be sweaty. Your eyes scanned him for a second, tingles coagulating in a very delicate part of your body.

“I come here in the evenings sometimes, when it’s quiet and I can focus.” His voice was smooth. He pushed his hand towards you, so he could drop the earbud back into your hand.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll head out. I’m a bit tired.” You quickly began gathering your things to make a speedy escape. The longer you stayed around him, the more the ache pooling between your legs would grow.

“Before you go, I wanted to go over your form. I know you're tired, but there were a few adjustments you could make.” His brows dropped, he was serious. You could just nod.

“Sure! Yes, that would be great.” You stood for a second before you asked. “How do you want to do that?”

“Get into a fighting stand and throw a punch from your dominant arm, then hold it.” You nodded, settling into your stance.

You listened to his instruction, throwing a punch and twisting your leg as you did. When you paused, Leon looked you over, his hand rubbing over his jaw. “Your elbow is hyperextended, you know better.” You jumped as his hand settled on your elbow, adjusting it. “Your waist is twisted just a bit too much and you are barely leaning off your center of balance.” His hand traced up your arm before settling on your hips, joined by his other hand as he stood behind you. You could feel his body heat against your back and his breath tickled your ear. You felt a bit of pressure and moved as he adjusted your body. “And while you need to generate force through your leg, I can see you’re flexing your leg just a bit too much.” His right hand moved down further, making you clench your legs as moisture built between your thighs. Your breaths quickened as his thumb rubbed against your muscle.

“T-thanks.” Your words were shaky and you couldn’t help close your eyes for a moment, focusing on the sensation of his hands. “I appreciate your help, but I don’t want to bother you.” You dropped your arm to your side and attempted to walk away, but the warm hands on your body tightened down, holding you in your spot.

“Do you think I didn’t notice?” His voice cut through the air.

“Excuse me?” You squeaked out.

“Do you think I didn’t notice the way your eyes found me whenever you were in the same room? Or the way your cheeks flushed whenever I spoke directly to you? I’d bet you thought I wouldn’t pick up on how you push your thighs together, hm?” His voice became husky as he leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of your neck. His right hand moved closer to your clothed cunt, finger resting inches above it on your spandex shorts. His left hand slid up between your breasts until it gripped lightly around your neck. “I’d even go as far as to guess…” He slipped fingers down into your shorts, his skin on yours, feathering touches over your clit. “You spent time rubbing circles over this needy pussy, wishing my hands were doing it instead.” He moved his fingers over your clit, applying just enough pressure to leave you wanting more. “Am I right?”

You nodded. A muffled ‘Mhm’ as the only sound you could manage as you tried not to moan.

“Your words. Use them.” He demanded firmly.

“Yes.” You exhaled sharply. Your legs almost gave out as his middle dipped down, running through your wetness and pushing into your cunt, sinking knuckle deep. A breathy moan escaped your lips.

“Don’t worry, I can’t tell you how many nights I came imagining my cock stuffed into your pussy. Bet you imagine it as you fingered yourself.” You felt as he pulled his finger out before thrusting it back. He did it again and again as he spoke. “You want it?”

“Please. Yes.” His grip on your neck tightened as your legs weakened.

His lips pressed against your neck as he smirked. “Good answer.” His lips kissed and sucked various places and he added another finger, sinking into you and curling. His thumb pressed against your clit as he thrusted his two thick fingers in a steady rhythm. Your fingers didn’t feel anything like his. His stretched you and offered you more pleasure than what you were capable of.

“Leon!” You gasped as another was added. You felt a small sting as he stretched you, but it dissipated soon after. “I can’t stand.”

Without a word, his fingers ceased all contact with your body before finding your shoulders, pushing you towards the gym mats a few feet away. You followed his lead as he lowered himself to the mat, pulling you down with him. “Last chance to say you don’t want this.” His piercing blue eyes looking into yours.

“I want this.” He smiled at your words. A strong hand pulled you into him, his lips on yours. The kiss escalated into a lustful hunger.

You were under him, his knees on either side of yours. You had gained a bit of confidence, hands trailing down his chest and onto his hips. You found his very impressive erection strained behind his zipper, palming it. You could feel his body flex under your touch.

“Think you’re ready for that already?” He asked, his tone almost sarcastic. He pulled back and sat up so that he could run his hands down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.

“I want it.” Your breathy words tore an internal thread, making Leon rumble. His fingers pulled both your shorts and panties down, exposing your very wet and aching pussy. The clothing was tossed to the side, leaving you exposed to him.

Leon kneeled so he could unzip his pants, his gaze never leaving your face. You watched his hands work at his tactical pants. A wave of pleasure spread through you as he pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock. You moan just looking at the thick length.

“Come here” Leon says, grabbing your ankles and sliding you under him, making you yelp.

He stuffed two fingers into you, thrusting and scissoring, preparing you for him. You jumped as he leaned down so he could let a stream of spit land onto your aching core. You were wet enough for sure, but the action was so degradingly hot for some reason. You tilted your head back as he leaned in. The tip of his cock smeared the spit around before pushing into you, stretching you open. You whined at the feeling of him slowly pushing into you, deeper and deeper until your pussy practically sucked him in, making him sink in until your hips met.

You absentmindedly pushed your hips into his, asking for him to move. When he did, your senses heightened. He started slowly, but thrusted faster and faster as he settled into your body. The head of his cock began to meet that spot that intensified your pleasure. You went to wrap your legs around him, to have closer, but he lifted your legs, setting them against his shoulders so he could push deeper. As you called his name his thrust became more forceful. The familiar feeling of a building orgasm creeping into your lower belly. “Harder Leon.” You breathed.

“Dirty little thing needs to be stuffed, huh?” He teased you. “You’re so tight. Think you’ll be able to hold all my cum?” Those words never sounded so hot.

“Yes! Want your cum.” You babbled, slowly becoming lost in his pleasure.

“Good.” Leon pulled out so he could put you on your stomach. He lifted your hips to the height he wanted and thrusted roughly, entering you again. You never thought this angle would make you feel so full. He was everywhere.

His hands gripped the meat of your waist and used his hands to move you as you thrusted. Leon grunted as he pistoned into you, pleasure building between you both. You were soaring on cloud night when his hand found your clit, circling it over and over. The pressure continued to build with each thrust. Leon’s balls would slap against your clit as he entered you. You collapsed down, pressing your chest to the mat, forcing his thrusts deeper. Your walls began to tighten around him as you chanted his name through ragged breaths.

“I-” You couldn’t finish your words. Your pussy clenched around him as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your eyes closed as delicious pleasure consumed you, jaw dropped with no sound to be made.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take it.” Leon thrusted a few more times, then he was sending warm spurts of cum deep into your pussy. You could feel the warmth spread as he left himself inside, essentially preventing any fluids from leaking out. It wasn’t fool proof because you soon felt cum drip down your thighs. The mat would need to be clean, maybe burned before its next use.

“Looks like I’ll be helping you with your punches more often.” Leon joked as he gently pulled himself out, then gave your ass a few pats. “Though, I may recognize my bedroom.” He chuckled.

“We can go now?” You asked, rolling onto your back, eyes finding his.

“I’m not really a one and done kind of guy, so that sounds pretty fucking great.” Leon’s lips formed a smirk. “Except I’ll actually taste you next time.”

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• 𝐇𝐮𝐜𝐨𝐰 •

A lot changed in the bedroom since you got pregnant; Including Leon's suggestions. Cow lingerie being the latest.

CW/TW: Fem!reader, Smut/Nsfw, Hucow Kink, Lactation kink, Pregnant!Reader, Married sex, Bickering & banter, P in v, Creampie, Lingerie, Kinky idiots in love, Leon Smitten Kennedy, (18+)

Characters: Leon Kennedy x Reader

AN: Reader is described as having big tits but aside from that & being pregnant no physical descriptors.

• Kinktober: Day 2 • AO3 Link • For @ficsforgaza Event •

“Is- Is this cow print?” You gawk, twisting the skimpy fabric in your hand, “are those, ears?” They matched the set, black and white spotted print coating them. A cow’s unmistakably.

“Yeah. Like them?” Leon smiled, as sheepish as the man acted in front of you now, filth was brimming behind his faux innocent eyes. Leon was far from a pure-minded man, but he bared the decency to act orderly and courteous in the bedroom, especially during the later stages of the pregnancy.

When Leon's home, he’s rickety. Shit faced grin and pouncing into the bedroom in the speed of light, giddy. Nothing of the upmost shock. The pregnancy though stressing him initially to the point of near insanity all things considered, had made his heart constantly swell. Same as his dick.

Not to your complaint; Leon was a horn-dog but he wore it well. Attentive and graceful. Rearranging the entirety of the bed before you'd fully been undressed, threading swift fingers into any crevice and shifting you around into whatever easiest position was needed.

There were moments the past coupling months you were tested to devious lengths, though. Always had he a preference for your boobs but it was almost comical recently, meddling with your cleavage in even the most crowded spaces, smothering his face into them and pawing at them in any position. You’d be left satiated but only feeling some sympathy for his wrists and neck the way he'd twist to find place upon you.

The shifts in the bedroom and changes in his behaviour ended there though. Mild inconveniences or more frequent shared intimacy. This? This was out there. Kinky as Leon was, this thinned the edge of your hormonal short-temper.

“And you want me to wear them?” You asked, hissing. Eye twitching.

“Yeah.” He repeated, curling swiftly behind you, kissing your temple and rubbing your stomach. Goading the good graces of you to hopefully humour him. “You’d look really cute. Real sexy.”

Turning your gawk turned to a glare, facing him over your shoulder. “As a cow? You calling me a cow? That I look like one?” This shouldn’t agitate you. Cow lingerie was truly not that out there— it was circumstances that made you offended.

“No, ‘course not.” Leon pouted, twisting into a soft smile. Leon was soft sickly sweet each week passing to months.

Massaging your feet when they ached. Cooing and praising you when your garments began to stretch, no longer fitting your growing body. Singing to your baby nestled inside each night peppering kisses on each mark stretching your tummy out.

He takes your hand holding the skimpy depraved set, murmurs all deep and gentle behind your ear. “But you’re all pretty like this, gotten all soft y’know?” Cups your chest with the other, gives it a squeeze. “For me? Swear you’ll looking fuckin’ beautiful in it.” He purrs.

Maybe that’s what clicks the correlation, it leaves you slightly more offended. But the way he fondles your chest soothes it’s stiffness. They’d been clogging, filled with milk. It wasn’t as apparent as it should’ve been but that’s definitely where the increasing obsession with your chest begun. Leon was still a man. A very filthy man. And you were starting to lactate, with swollen tits.

“This is weird.” You gritted, the top was cut in the middles, enlarged nipples out bare, stiffening in the cold of the room.

He smiled, settled in front of you sat back on his haunches. Complaint falling on deaf ears. Leon was thrumming, face bright red, he looked like he was gonna implode. Whatever sweet calm demeanour he had earlier goading you into the lingerie set had been crushed and gone. Pawing his groin and heaving. Yet to even touch you and the man had been sent to heavens back on the view alone.

The changes in your form always obviously did something to him more than usual sex did. Could be reasoned as natural biological thing, bearing his baby for one, the growing curves in your hips and chest. The ‘pregnancy glow’ and quote others commented on. The breeding kink.

“Weird? You look— Gorgeous.” He laughed in a strained shudder. It was clear now it was everything about you and more— he was entranced by you wholly. Pushed you against the array of pillows cushioning the headboard with the utmost devotion.

“Looking so, so fucking good, sweetheart.” He drawled, instantly all over you— A fly stuck to a sugar trap. Straddling you and rocking his hips, kissing up and down your taut stomach and any skin nearest. He was horridly hard, managed to slip out his boxers before you could catch it. Cant his hips against yours, sliding his already precum sticky twitching cock against you.

You couldn’t reply, the offence at everything slowly dissipating with the movements. You’d fucking Moo for him if he asked, hormones switching sanity in your brain off. Going wet and slippery instantly as he glided against your folds.

“So wet, all for me? Fucking hell, look at you. Such a pretty girl, pretty cow.” That should have been mortifying but you just grew slicker.

“M-mhm.” You nodded, wordless aside from a small moan.

If he wasn’t gonna savour you soon he’d cum before even getting it in. You were sprawled beneath him, wide and soft in all the right spots, the cow printed headband’s ears flopped with your head as you tossed it back. And your tits, nipples poking out the similarly cow print bra were leaking.

“Sweetheart,” he cooed, whole body shivering and brain well about to combust, “can I suck those pretty tits of yours? Milk ‘em.” Tip poking at your entrance at the same time.

Thoroughly melted at the humping, you nod, tugging at his hair— not intentionally but just how he liked it regardless, pulling him down against your chest. You’ve fallen so far down this rabbit hole, might as well indulge the fantasy. “Y-yes Leon, milk me.”

You’re gonna kill him one of these days.

Without needing any further answers Leon latches, suckling. And lord all mighty, nobody told you how fucking good it’d feel to have this sort of relief as well as pleasure from the weight being suckled out. Nipple simulation’s always good but this was breathtaking.

“Mm, tastes s’good.” He mumbled, moaning whorishly against your teet. Teeth graze it, swallowing up the sweet drink. Nails digging into his locks, beckoning him to keep suckling, your stomach protruding and poking his as he leans over to drink— He needs to be inside of you now.

Popping off with a wet trail of milk and saliva, he instantly latches to the other, only pausing to lather his tongue over it whilst it streams milk, you whimper, so does he.

“G-gotta fuck y’now sweetheart.” He announces, before sheathing himself and full body spasming with your nipple in his mouth.

It was gonna be a long night.

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