#resident evil ashley x reader smut

[leonsdolly]

Cherry Pies

Leon Kennedy x fem!reader x Ashley Graham

Synopsis: You propose the idea of a threesome to your boyfriend, but you accidentally get your feelings hurt during the act.

CW: nsfw 18+, p in v, threesome, ddlg/daddy kink, oral (both male and female receiving), face-sitting, unprotected sex, creampie, cum-eating, fingering, jealousy, implied age gap (mid 20s, early 40s)

WC: 4.5k

If there’s one thing you cherish in life, it’s Leon’s propensity for spoiling you. There’s no end to his love for his cute girlfriend; he’ll do anything for you, and if that means listening to you prattle on about your coworkers’ nightmare hookups or assembling a cozy country cottage for your Sylvanian families, so be it. He’ll swallow all reservations, not that he has any, for the sake of keeping his baby happy. He’s made it known that you’re the best thing that's ever happened to him, all pink and saccharine, like a sugar plum fairy. However, your latest request has him raising an eyebrow.

“Are you sure about this, babydoll?”

“Sure I’m sure!” Your eyes twinkle with excitement as you plop yourself on his lap with your arms around him. “I’ve always wanted to try it… and you like Ashley, right? You said she’s my only friend whose perfume doesn't make you sneeze.”

“Oh right,” Leon thinks back to the friend you’re referring to. He’s only met her once, but he seemed to approve of your friendship. She was well-mannered and indulged in your dramatic retellings of everyone else’s lives for him when he was just too busy licking the government’s bootstraps. “You sure you’re okay with this, baby? Won’t get jealous?” His voice is teasing but a glimmer of truth peeks out. You almost clawed his eyes out when he wolf-whistled at a character from one of the video games you played - the female mercenary in red. Your gel manicure (procured on his dime, of course) was fresh at the time and was the only thing preventing you from expressing your displeasure.

“Gosh, just let me have this, Daddy…” You give him the most precious puppy dog eyes you can muster.

“I’m just looking out for you, sweet girl.” He touches his forehead against yours so that he’s gazing straight into your eyes. “You can get feisty sometimes, you sure you won’t mind if I have my tongue in another girl’s pussy?”

His words deliver a current straight to your core like an electrode is attached to your clit. You lean in closer to nip at his lips, swiping your tongue across them. He chuckles and presses against you for a proper sloppy kiss, intertwining his tongue with yours. You slowly grind your hips against his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath you. His hands slip underneath your shirt, caressing your back and slinking forward to squeeze your tits as he continues to lap into your mouth.

“What if we didn’t fuck until then?” You cease all movement and pull back, causing him to chase your pretty lips with a slight frown.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, doll.”

“No, it'll be fun!” Your eyes glint with mischief. “No sex until then. That way, you can channel all of that pent up energy into fucking Ashley and I properly.” 

“Baby, I’m already energetic when it comes to fucking you properly no matter how many times we do it.” He moves to kiss you again, but you dodge and press your finger against his lips.

“You’re just gonna blueball me?” His offended tone makes you giggle as you wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his chest.

“There's more to a relationship than sex, y’know.” You’re laying it on real thick at this point; it's utter shit coming out of your mouth, you know it, he knows it, and it's amusing all the same.

“Mhm, I know the girl who cries when my cock isn't in her mouth isn't saying this.”

“Daddy!” You tilt your head up, sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’m just saying. You know I’ll do anything for you, baby. If this is what you want, so be it. Just don't be surprised if I blow my load in two seconds flat and embarrass you in front of your friend.” He nuzzles against your hairline.

“You’re being dramatic,” you roll your eyes and hug him tighter.

T-Minus 3 days.

You shoo Leon away when his hands glide under your skirt in an attempt to touch your pussy.

T-Minus 2 days.

You send Leon a picture of your bare tits, nipples perky through the screen.

T-Minus 1 day.

You let Leon fuck his fist with your used panties wrapped around his cock.

D-Day.

Ashley comes over, all smiles and chirps while Leon is still away at work. The two of you gossip about everything and everyone over delicate glasses of chardonnay while occasionally brushing against each other’s bare legs. You’re clad in a white lacy bra with pale pink trim and white panties with a dainty bow in the same shade of pink - Leon’s favorite colors on you. Ashley wears a matching set in baby blue that brings out her eyes - your favorite color on her. You giggle as you do each other’s hair and makeup to perfection.

“Perfect,” you smile as you playfully tap the blush brush on her button nose. “My daddy likes blush on girls.”

Ashley giggles at this as she runs a hand over your bare thigh. “We’re gonna make Daddy so happy.” Oh God, she's a natural at this - you didn't need to coach her through the dynamics of your relationship with Leon. She knew exactly what to say and how to act - the perfect daddy’s girl. You chose her for a reason after all.

You head to the bed where you curl up against each other to wait for Leon’s homecoming. Ashley looks awfully pretty in the ambient glow of your bedside lamp - shiny blonde hair, smooth skin, cute tits that stand on their own without much help from a push-up bra. Oh, Leon’s going to eat her up. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back as you brush your lips against hers. She kisses you back, and your hand comes up to tweak at her perky nipple through the delicate lace of her bra. You press your breasts against hers as you both moan quietly into each other's mouths. The feeling of her tits rubbing against yours makes your thighs clench together - your pussy’s wet, and your boyfriend isn't even here yet.

Your kisses grow more heated as you continue to rub against each other. Her lips are so much softer than the ones you’re accustomed to, and they taste like cherry pies. You marvel at the way her tongue softly glides against yours like molten candy. You’re so invigorated by the sensation that you fail to hear the front door of your apartment unlocking and Leon’s familiar footsteps making their way to the bedroom.

By the time he reaches the bedroom, he's gobsmacked by the sight of his pretty baby having a makeout session with another pretty baby. You and Ashley finally pull away from each other to gaze up at him through subtle glittery eyeshadow and false lashes. “How was work, Daddy?” You crawl towards him, letting him catch a good view of your breasts, before kneeling at the foot of the bed where you reach your grabby hands out for him.

“Work was work,” he sighs contentedly as he takes your hands and bends down to kiss your forehead lovingly. You both look towards Ashley who’s observing your affections shyly from the corner of the bed. Leon smiles and reaches his hand out for her, urging her to join you in front of him. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

Once she has the green light, she crawls over so that she’s perched prettily on her knees next to you. He places a hand on your cheek, caressing it tenderly before using his other hand to do the same to Ashley. He bends down to plant a kiss on your lips and repeats the gesture with her. “My pretty girls,” he murmurs as his gaze grows heavy with desire.

His words and actions ignite the flame deep inside your core, and you can tell they’re having the same effect on Ashley. You start to palm him through his jeans, admiring the bulge that’s developing in front of your very eyes. You turn to Ashley with a giggle. “Daddy’s cock’s really nice… S’like, actually fun to suck.”

“Really?” Her eyes brighten as she beams up at Leon before helping you unbuckle his belt and slide his jeans down, revealing his hard cock. “Oh…!” She lets out a squeak. “You weren’t kidding…”

Your hand comes up to gently stroke his length as you pepper the tip in sweet kisses until precum’s beading from it. His eyebrows knit together as he inhales sharply. “Here, try it,” you giggle as you lift your head to let Ashley have a taste. She suckles on the head for a bit before you gently guide her head down his thick length. Her head bobs up and down while Leon groans in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re just as good of a cocksucker as my baby is, huh, sweetheart?” Her response is warbled around his cock as she sucks more enthusiastically at his praise. She finally pulls off, leaving a string of spit connecting her to his sticky tip. It’s broken once you kiss her hungrily, savoring the taste of your boyfriend on her cherry flavored lips. 

“My turn, Daddy,” you sing-song as you open your mouth wide for him, making him guide his heavy cock inside and down your throat. You’re used to him, and your throat welcomes the familiar sensation as it clenches salaciously around his length. His grunts grace your ears, and you do your best to gaze up at him through your lashes - even though you’re used to it, the teary eyes and quiet gags always make their presence known.

“Good girl, my baby,” he breathes as you pull off of his cock leaving just the tip in your mouth. Ashley joins in, sloppily kissing and licking the side of his cock as you work the tip before mimicking her actions on the other side. You both giggle as you move up and down in tandem, sending vibrations through his body. He moans loudly as you slobber all over his fat cock before meeting each other’s lips at the tip where you hungrily lap at each other’s mouths.

Leon takes a small step back, gently pulling both of you off. “As much as I’d love to cum on my pretty girls’ faces right here, I don’t want to blow my load that quick.” He slips off his shirt and moves to lay down flat on the bed where he beckons you over to him for a kiss. As he intertwines his tongue with yours, he undoes the clasp on your bra, leaving your tits bare for him. Ashley shimmies over to squeeze them before licking at one of your pert nipples. Leon moves to take the other in his mouth, and you mewl at the sensation of both your breasts being sucked on. Your clit throbs underneath your panties, begging to be touched, so you oblige, snaking your fingers south to rub at it. 

“D-do you want Daddy’s cock or his mouth, Ash?” You moan as you try to gather yourself and prepare for the next course of action.

A blush crosses her already blushing cheeks as she chirps without any hesitation. “Mouth! Is that okay, Daddy?”

“Sure, come up here, sweetheart,” Leon has to grip the base of his leaking cock as he swears he could almost cum on the spot at the sound of you two deciding where to park your pretty pussies on him.

You help Ashley slip off her panties before she clambers over Leon to slowly position her dripping pussy over his face. He groans at the sight as he takes reign of her hips and guides her directly onto his waiting mouth.

“F-fuck,” her eyes immediately flutter at the sensation of his tongue lapping at her glistening folds. “Your daddy sure knows how to eat puss-” she lets out a high-pitched whine as his lips wrap around her dainty clit, sucking on it the way a real man should. Her moans are cute, endearing really. They’re melodious, her very own aria accompanied by Leon’s groans muffled into her cunt.

“Isn’t he the best?” You smile at Ashley’s nipple, her right tit is starting to free itself from her bra with all the thrashing she’s doing on your daddy’s face. You lean over to give her a giant smooch on the lips before sliding your own panties off and moving down to position yourself over Leon’s hard cock. Your poor daddy has been humping the air this whole time in an effort to chase some pleasure of his own - not that pussy-eating isn’t one of his favorite pastimes. You drag your pussy over his cock, letting your juices lubricate it properly, though it’s leaking so much on its own that the action is needless.

As you sink down completely on his fat cock, your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of him stretching you open. While your pussy’s been trained to take this cock, the initial fit still requires some acclimation on your part. Kisses from Leon also help, but he’s a bit preoccupied with handing those out to Ashley’s little hole.

Leon’s moans reverberate through Ashley as you start to bounce up and down on his cock, meeting the firm muscle of his thighs with your plush asscheeks.

“How does it feel?” Ashley whines as the two of you reach for each other’s hands, interlacing your fingers together for support.

“S-so good,” you gaze at her with a heavy lidded expression as Leon plants his feet on the bed so he can drill his cock up into you harder, making you almost topple over. “Daddy! S’too much!”

He chuckles, and it’s like the vibrations are transmitted directly through Ashley’s tits and received by your mouth as your tongue laves over her exposed right nipple. You pull the rest of her bra down so you can wrap your lips around the neglected left one. You kiss each of her tits one last time before trailing your kisses northbound to her collarbones, then to her neck, to her jaw, to her soft lips.

“Oh God,” she cries against your lips. “Gonna cum, oh my goodness-” Leon’s obscene slurping intensifies as she whines louder before cumming all over your daddy’s face. Her face is cute as she cums, eyes crossing dumbly and pretty pink mouth forming an O shape.

Ashley shakily climbs off of Leon’s face as she watches the two of you fuck through the post-orgasm haze. You bend down to kiss Leon as he pounds into you, tasting Ashley’s pussy juices on his lips. “You taste so good, Ash…”

The blonde smiles wide, going loopy over your words and Leon’s tongue. You straighten up and lean back slightly so that your hands are anchored onto Leon’s thighs as he jackhammers up into you. “F-fuck, Daddy!”

“My beautiful girl,” he groans through his thrusts. “So cute, falling apart on my cock just like that. Look at those perfect titties bounce. Daddy loves watching you get fucked like this.” Your eyes tear up as the head of his cock continues to hit the jackpot inside you. Ding, ding, ding! Your moans grow erratic as you feel the build up in your tummy begin to consume you. Leon feels the familiar clench of your cunt, he knows his baby’s about to make a mess for him.

“Daddy, I-I…” You’re blubbering as the feeling in your tummy snaps, and you cum all over the cock that continues to pummel into you. He pulls you down to press kisses to your swollen lips and flushed cheeks as he admires your fucked out expression. He slows his thrusts down until his hips are still against yours.

Ashley pokes at your arm, giggling at your dopey smile. Her clit was throbbing while she watched you take Leon’s cock, and now it’s demanding the special treatment. She’s raring to go for another round, and Leon still hasn't finished yet. You swap places with her - you lounge on your side as your chest rises and falls from your previous orgasm. Ashley lays on her back as Leon hovers over her, spreading her plush thighs open so that he can slot his cock inside her twitching hole. The two of them moan in unison as he bullies his way inside and starts pumping in and out of her sloppy cunt.

“That’s some good pussy,” Leon groans as he leans down to kiss her feverishly through his thrusts. Ashley mewls into his mouth as she claws at his back with her acrylics, leaving scratches that would surely be visible tomorrow. It’s a wonder one didn't snap off. 

“Daddy!” She whines as the slapping of his balls against her ass echoes through the room. “You're gonna make me cum all over again… Can't wait to squirt all over your big dick this time.” 

He chuckles at this as he pinches her nipples. “Is that right? Gonna let Daddy cream this pussy?” Okay, it’s getting weird. He leans down to touch his forehead against hers. What the hell?

Your chest tightens at the sight though you shake your head, chastising yourself for feeling the familiar pit of jealousy brewing in your gut. You wanted this! Leon had raised his concerns over whether you would be alright with this arrangement, and you had insisted that it was what you wanted. You had reassured him that your possessive streak wouldn't rear its ugly head. Your brows furrow together as your bottom lip involuntarily juts itself into your signature pout as you watch them continue to kiss. You’re not being fair - you know that much; these are two people who are significant to you. They agreed to this because they thought it would make you happy. Do they have to look at each other so fucking tenderly? You trust them, love them, and now you’re about to set the entire apartment building on fire, trapping all of you in the flames of your hysteria.

The safe word you and Leon had decided on a long time ago bubbles on your lips, threatening to pop out any second now, commanding a halt to the evening’s activities. You’re an insecure little brat who spends her days whining for Leon’s attention like a mutt with serious anxious attachment issues. “Bingo…”

The second the word reaches his ears, Leon’s tapping Ashley’s thigh gently as he ceases his thrusting.

“Sorry, sweetheart… I need to check on my girl.” He pulls out of her squelching pussy with a grunt as he turns his attention towards you, taking you in his arms. “Everything okay, baby?” He strokes your hair as he kisses the top of your head. You sniffle as you shake your head.

Poor Ashley’s still lying on her back, legs spread for the world as she processes what just happened. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at you with the gaze of a friend who genuinely cares for your well-being. Both their looks of concern make you feel like a real insecure bitch, dramatizing your grievances as usual. 

“Are you okay?” Her soft voice floats over to you, increasing your guilt by tenfold.

Leon’s rubbing your back and whispering sweet words in your ear as he patiently waits for you to articulate the reason for your distress. You cling to him, burying your face in his chest before finally looking up at him in shame. 

“Didn’t… didn’t like seeing you guys like that…”

His expression is a mixture of guilt and confusion, but he doesn't seem completely surprised. He continues to stroke your hair soothingly as he speaks. “Baby, I thought you said this was going to be alright with you?”

“I-I…” Your eyes narrow in frustration, and your cheeks flush from the embarrassment of feeling a tantrum coming on in front of Ashley.

“You’re okay, no one’s mad at you,” he continues to reassure you by using his low, tender tone that was reserved only for you. “Use your words babydoll, help me understand what's going on in that pretty little head.”

You take a deep breath as you look into the eyes that know you better than anyone else, always analyzing your innermost thoughts. “F-fucking was fine, but holding and kissing each other like that is too much for me. You were looking at her like she's your baby.” You abandon all control of maintaining composure; accusatory whines are apparently spilling out of your mouth before your brain can even process them.

Leon freezes for a moment before letting out a singular sigh. “Doll, you’re my one and only baby… You’re always gonna be mine. I’m so sorry that I made you feel otherwise… Promise neither of us were thinking that.”

You drop your head down and keep it buried in his chest. You continue to cling to him, refusing to look at him but not wanting to let him go at the same time. A pang shoots through his heart as he ruminates over his actions. He continues using his gentle voice while tightening his arms around you. “Baby… My sweet girl… Guess we got a little carried away. Swear on my life I’d never want to do anything to hurt you.”

Ashley’s been observing your interactions quietly with a guilty expression. She sits up fully to reach her hand out so that she’s rubbing your shoulder gently. “I’d never do anything to hurt you… You’re my friend, and I love you lots… Pinky promise we weren't acting that way ‘cause we want each other or anything like that… Was just going along with the groove we set up at the beginning… Daddy and his girls….” She lets out a nervous chuckle as she bites her lip worriedly.

You turn your head slightly to peek out at her. “S’okay, Ash.” You can’t stay mad at her, she’s just too sweet and only wants to make her friend happy. You can't fault her for any of this, it just doesn’t feel right. So you focus your sour attitude onto Leon - after all, he’s the one who should’ve known how to conduct the situation appropriately, right? He's the one who shouldn't have flirted with the idea of cumming inside another girl while gazing into her eyes, right? Of course Ashley wouldn't have been able to think straight with a big dick like that scrambling her guts.

You push against Leon, trying to pry yourself from his arms, but he keeps his hold firm around you despite your anguish. “You're not getting away from me until I make this right, angel.”

“Don't wanna be near you,” your huff is slightly muffled as you continue to struggle.

“Baby.” Hurt seeps into his voice. “Please don't say that. I told you I was sorry. Look at me, sweet girl.”

You continue frowning into his solid chest. He keeps holding you close to him, doting on you like a little lamb - sweet nothings being whispered into your ear, kisses being dropped all over your head. He caresses your face, strokes your hair, rubs soothing circles all over your back, murmurs words of reassurance and love. The whole works, really.

Despite his loving actions, you continue to grumble against him like an agitated kitten. He never relents - he meant what he said, he's not letting go of you until he makes amends.

“My perfect baby, don't you know I love you more than anything in the world? Silly girl. You know I’d lay my life down for you without a second thought.”

He continues to coo and kiss at you until you’re back to melting in his arms. You finally look up at him with glassy eyes and a perpetual pout. “You really mean all that?”

“Of course I do.” He sighs heavily. “I should’ve made sure we established boundaries before starting this, honey. I’m sorry I upset you.”

“S’okay,” your voice wavers as you reach up to paw at his stubbled jaw. He kisses you, channeling all of his devotion to you through his lips.

“C’mon, dollface. This ain’t over yet.” He gently maneuvers you so that you’re laying flat on the bed next to Ashley. You reach out to lace your fingers through hers as she brushes her hair out of your face and presses a sugary kiss to your cheek. Both of you are spread-eagle for him, tits squished against each other as you wait for him to finish what he started.

He pushes his hard cock into you as his head falls back, relishing in the feeling of your velvety walls clamping down around him. He begins to rut into you, holding one of your legs in place against his shoulder while the other hand wanders over to Ashley’s cunt to rub at her clit. He strokes her clit for a while before plunging two fingers into her sopping hole. His fingers move in tandem with the way his cock pumps relentlessly in and out of you. You and Ashley moan into each other’s mouths as Leon groans and thrusts even faster at the sight of you two making out while he drives you both closer to your pleasure.

“C-can we do this again, Daddy?” You break from the kiss to look up at Leon with hazy eyes and your tongue lolling out.

“Yeah, can we,  Daddy?” Ashley looks up at him with the same fucked out expression.

“Of course we can,” Leon grins down at the two of you. “Next time, I’ll - shit - fuck the two of you while you’re on top of each other. Leave you guessin’ which hole’s getting my cock.”

He knows you’re close when he can feel your pussy squeeze desperately around him as your breaths grow more shallow. He turns your head to kiss your ankle bone as your leg is still propped up against his shoulder to allow him deeper access. His thrusts become faster and deeper as he aims to pummel into the spot that has you seeing stars. He makes sure not to forget about Ashley either, quickening the pumping of his fingers inside her as he also rubs harshly at her clit with his thumb - he’s getting carpal tunnel at this rate. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and her grip tightens around your hand as she nears her high.

Ashley’s the first to reach her climax. She cums all over his fingers as she practically screams in pleasure. Her pornographic moans cause your orgasm to hit you before you’re even truly aware it’s happening. Your pussy clenches around Leon’s cock as your back arches in pleasure which makes his thrusts stutter a few times before he shoots his cum deep inside you.

You writhe in pleasure as his load fills you up the way it should, the way it’s destined to. Leon musters up the last of his energy in pulling out and plopping next to you. His arm drapes over you, but not before slipping his fingers into your mouth to swallow the last bits of Ashley’s essence. Ashley moves down in between your legs to observe the way your boyfriend’s load oozes out of your battered hole. She gently laps at the excess cum seeping out of your folds, cleaning you up with kitten licks until your pussy is all neat and tidy again. She moves back up to snuggle against you, kissing you sweetly.

“We’re doing this again, right?” She mumbles against your hair as her eyes flutter shut.

“Definitely.”

[dabisbratz]

𝐼𝒩 𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸 (𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝐹𝐿𝒪𝒲𝐸𝑅𝒮 𝐹𝒜𝒞𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝒰𝒩)— leon s. kennedy x male reader

w.c: ~5.2k

warning: pwp ( porn with plot ), jealousy, exes-to-lovers, oral, phone sex ( ? ), softdomtop!leon, subbottom!reader, re2r leon, dirtytalk, praise/degradation, spanking, fingering, amab reader, light feminization, riding, blowjobs, creampie, leon’s big but doesn’t know it, finger-sucking, finger-hooking, set after re2r n before re4r, krauser mentions, mentions of alcohol, throatpie, d/s dynamic, unprotected sex ( wear condoms! ), aftercare ! ♡

sonny says..: the urge to add a daddy kink to this was so. so very!! strong . had to stay focused.. this is already.. sovery.. self indulgent..

Confronting him was the hard part. It’d been a while since you’d seen Leon, your ex-boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing. It was him, you know now— you’ve always known — but you weren’t sure you had the heart to face him. It was you who ended it after all, you who’d sent him down a heartbreak and alcohol induced rabbit hole that could only be documented briefly through a few voicemails and delivered texts. Even after traveling all this way, burning your cash like it grew on trees, trudging through the rainy streets of this random city, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was the right decision.

You couldn’t take it. The voicemails, the messages, the audio messages full of incoherent sobs and pleads. Being away from him, the same man who’d left you jumping for joy. The same man who’d lit sparks in your chest and released butterflies in your stomach. The same man who’d smile at you in the dead of night, genuine and bright, as he told you he’d loved you a million times over. Leon, whose hands were soft and warm on your skin, so gentle and patient. Like no one you’ve ever met, your heart squeezes in your chest. Leon, Leon, Leon.

Was this out of line?

But it’s too late to turn back now, because your hand is curling into a tight fist as you knock on the fourth motel door all night. Once, twice, three times. You’re ready to back out, to run before whoever’s residing here can open the door and, most likely, slam the door in your face with a distasteful choice of words.

But the door opens.

“There’s an extra. . . Uh, umbrella by the mailbox. Looks like you could use it!” He starts, eyes sparkling despite the dim lighting and narrowed space they’re peeking from. It sounds almost rehearsed, like you’re not the first person to knock on his door tonight. And, for a reason you know all too well, the thought stings.

His eyelashes are just as long as you remember them, curled upward and batting against the thin layer of baby-fat adorning his cheeks in a way that looks dreamy and slow. Like he’s relaxed, or perhaps tired. Nonetheless, his pretty, round eyes are undeniably his and hard to miss, you find yourself at a loss for words. You’re lost in the deep pools of blue, bleeding indigo and inky black of his irises matching the recently done-over roadways in a way that feels just as fresh.

Leon looks reminiscent of a puppy, though he always has, with his thick brown eyebrows pinched at each beginning in a way that can only mimic confusion. Or concentration, even. Almost as if it’s detrimental to him that you know there’s an umbrella there for you, for anyone, who needs it. That it’s important you know— with him around— you’ll be safe. He’s barely changed since you’d last seen him in person, the moles on his cheeks and throat unmoved, soft tufts of brown hair swept to the side as normal, and pink, plump lips that curl upward in a way that’s so comforting you could cry. Leon, your Leon, who smiles warmly, lips pulled into a sweet and inviting grin as the apples of his cheeks round out. Your eyes travel to the dimple dead center of his chin, prominent and defining. The perfect place to slot your thumb, really, to hold his chin and lose yourself in his azure eyes.

Even with the pitter patter of rain soaking into your already soaked clothes, this is the warmest you’ve ever felt in the last few months. His presence keeps you warm. Kept you warm.

“Leon.” It’s all you can say, breathless as the air is snatched from your lungs and excuses die on your tongue. What could you even say? Sure, you’d practiced it all in your head before arriving— I’m sorry, I miss you, what happened to us? It’s all easier to piece together in your head in contrast to actually saying it.

There’s a routinely lean against the doorframe as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, and he’s truly looking at you now, opposed to the clear umbrella sat taut beneath his motel’s mailbox. With a flash of lightning he blinks, freckle and mole dusted cheeks set alight for just a mere second as his breath is caught in his closing throat.

“Oh. . . It’s you,” His sharp adam’s apple bobs with an even sharper swallow, and his pinched eyebrows go lax for a brief moment before tightening back up. “. . .Okay. Hi.”

“Hi, Lee.” You mimic, awkwardly shifting to the side. Still in his casual clothes, you presume, Leon looks comfortable as he sports baggy, blue jeans and a white tank top. Almost too comfortable, the fabric straining against his chest and only ever relaxing the closer it delves by his armpits, flowing despite being trapped beneath his wide ribcage and thick biceps. There’s a heavy vein cascading around it, disappearing under his skin only to reappear by his forearms and soft hands. With pink dusted fingertips, one hand is closed around the gold doorknob of his motel room.

You expect him to close it in your face. To slam the door after telling you to leave, with anger painting his soft, pretty features until they’ve hardened into cold stone. But he doesn’t. Instead, he’s opening it a bit wider, no longer leaning on the doorframe as he extends an arm to fully open the door. To fully see you, and you swear his posture is much more relaxed after his gaze has focused on your face.

“You look,” His gaze flickers from your lips to your eyes, and suddenly you’re failing to form vowels on your tongue. Either way you continue, “You look good,” stiffening as you gesture toward his general direction. “You always do. Anyway. . .”

“Thanks,” He’s much too sweet for your liking, smiling at you like you hadn’t broken his heart just a few months prior. His voice is breathy with upcoming laughter as he steps to the side and invites you in. “You too. Y’know, without the rain.”

You’re in over your head, shuffling inside the dimly lit room with heavy steps. The front door opens directly to the small living-room, a small carton of Chinese takeout resting beside a hearty sized weight on the coffee table. What now? You came into this hoping he’d yell at you— maybe give you a reason to turn around and never look back. But he’s not, he’s inviting you in like. . . Like an old friend. The door is shut and locked with a small click, Leon’s form moving from behind you with his large hand ghosting over your lower back.

A shockwave travels up your spine when his palm makes contact with your waist, only for a brief moment. You can’t think straight, watching the muscles in his back ripple and writhe through his shirt. Chocolate tufts of hair rest at the nape of his neck, short and soft. It’s like you were running your fingers through them just a week ago, blades of freshly trimmed hair tickling your fingertips. Right there, he’s so right there, but almost completely out of reach.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all you can say, over and over, until your nose begins to sting and your eyes grow glassy. Then it’s Leon’s turn to look apologetic, hair swaying as he fully turns to face you. Really, he has nothing to be sorry for. You’re so incredibly selfish.

“I can’t,” He pauses to take a breath, and you feel your heart splitting in two. But his tone is soft and warm, tilting with breathy and almost bitter laughter. “I can’t stay mad at you. And believe me, I tried.”

So he’s willing to talk about it. Your face visibly lights up before you can do anything to mask it, every word you’ve been trying to conjure up suddenly speeding past your tongue, “I want us to talk ab—”

“So,” Leon’s face contorts into something forlorn, like he’s weaving unsavory words together in his head. Words he’s never imagined himself saying. “Does he. . . Does he, uh, fuck you good?”

Huh.

“What?” The question falls flat and sour on your tongue, much more like a blank statement than a question. You’re not sure who ‘he’ is, let alone what led to the question in general, but you’re not exactly given much time to think about it either. The brunette steps forward, wide shoulders shifting with a heavy, clothed stride. His freshly bitten lips are released from his pearly teeth, plump and glossy. Closer now, Leon still smells reminiscent of woodsy lavender and minty mouthwash. Despite how faint it lingers in the air, it somehow manages to overwhelm your senses. He smells like home.

He doesn’t miss a beat this time, long eyelashes splayed out on his cheek as he stares down at your lips, eyebrows furrowed.

“Does he?” His head tilts to the side, questioning. You’d take it as an innocent question had it not been for his lips, pulled into a tight line that reeks of jealousy. His eyes have hardened, baby blue to gunmetal gray. His shoulders relax when you shake your head, hands suddenly restless by your side. “Use your words.”

It’s usually accompanied by a ‘please?’ or ‘for me?’

A whimper leaves your lips, soft and sweet and completely unwarranted. He softens.

“I know you can do it for me,” His eye contact is dangerous, relentless as he watches you stumble over your own whimpers and words. “Can’t you?”

“No,” You swallow hard, letting the brunette trap you in his heat. There is no ‘ he ’, no one taking Leon’s rightfully earned place by your side— whether it be in bed or not. That’s why you’ve come all this way, after all. But you play along anyway, desperate to be good. For Leon. “Not like you do, Lee.”

You’re whining now, tears bubbling in your eyes for so many reasons you can’t put together. Ultimately because you need him, because you feel bad for needing him— because maybe you don’t deserve the luxury of needing him. Apologies tumble into a tight ball of hiccups and sobs, and it’s only the thumbs rubbing away your tears that bring you back. Maybe you’re apologizing for fucking someone you haven’t, lost in the role he’s given you.

“I’m just glad to see you. Glad you’re here.” There’s so much he means to tell you, so much you haven’t heard. Raccoon city, the training program he’s been recruited into, why he’s even here in the first place. Sure, maybe he’s much too forgiving. But it’s you. And he’s not letting go again. But there’s more to it, there’s more you need. Venturing out here on your own, probably without letting anyone know, you’re reckless. Acting without thinking, and he can’t have that. He can’t turn you down, not when you’re so clearly in need of a gentle, guiding hand. Not when he misses you. Leon cuts off your apologies with a small kiss, gentle and sweet enough to have you chasing after his lips when he pulls away.

Your voice sounds needy and saccharine sweet as you lean forward, breathing in his airy scent with a wispy, “Leon. . .”

“What do you want, baby?” The nickname slips before he can catch it, but you don’t seem to mind. “What is it?”

“Want. . I want you.”

“But I’m right here? His laugh is genuine this time, lips splitting into a smile as his thumb rubs smooth circles across your cheekbone. “You have me.”

His hands are on you now, giving your body small squeezes of affirmation. Leon’s much bigger than he carries himself— big hands, wide shoulders, thick thighs, sturdy chest, heavy cock. Big all over, really, despite the way he’s able to run around and disappear like it’s nothing— despite how quickly he carries himself.

The thought as you reeling, choking on a sob that earns an immediate coo in response. There’s just so much, and it’s all piling up. But Leon’s here, he’s here like he always has been, he’s here to make it better. He’s always been so good at that. He takes you out of your head, turns it into mush while you float on a cloud and beg for more of. . . Well, you’re not too sure. But you know he can feel you throbbing against his thigh, hard and needy as he shakes his head with faux disapproval.

“That your phone in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?” It’s a stupid joke you both know the answer to, so he doesn’t waste any time laughing over it. You’re nodding anyway, bobbing your head up and down with wet eyelashes— you already look so ruined.

You’re wearing too much clothes, soaked and dripping onto his floor in a way that has the man grimacing as he peels it from your body. You’re much colder than you thought, too, goosebumps trailing down your skin as his big hands rub warm, soothing shapes into your forearm. Lee’s always been like that, the type to offer up his jacket on a rainy day, the type to give you his coat on a snowy one. And you know, undoubtedly, you’d do the very same for him.

“He couldn’t reach those spots, could he?” The question is emphasized by a hearty squeeze to your behind, Leon’s hands dipping beneath your wet pants slipping under the band of your briefs to knead the plump mound of your ass. He’s grabbing handfuls, squishing the skin between fingers and spreading you apart. “Not like I can, huh? Not deep enough?”

With a soft moan you’re discarded of your pants, fists curled into the crisp white of Leon’s wifebeater. You’ll take anything he gives you and love it, but it’s you who should be apologizing. You who should feel the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue. You want the head slipping and sliding down your throat, you want your face streaked in tears and snot by the time he’s done it’s you.

Oh, how you’ve missed this. Leon’s cock is thick and sticky, pre beading at the pretty, pink tip and dripping down it’s fat head. You watch it drip, slow and shiny as it trails down his pulsing shaft. Weeping, his cock twitches with each open breath you blow against it, jumping as his balls tighten. They’re pretty and round, symmetrical on both sides, but not nearly as pretty as his shaft. Thick and curving upwards past his belly button, Leon’s cock has a sensitive vein you want to run your tongue over, trailing up from his balls to the tip, collecting the sticky precum as it falls down into your mouth.

“Pleasepleaseplease…” You trail off, eyes focused solely on the pretty, shiny head of his dick.

“Don’t need to beg, I’ll give it to you. All you want,” You stick out your tongue, cute and pink as you’re ready to suckle along the head of his cock, but instead you’re met with the warmth of his big hand gripping your jaw. His thumb latches onto your bottom lip, rubbing the soft skin as he blinks down at you, his voice smooth and buttery as he commands, “Slow and steady.”

The tip is smeared along your lips, slowly tracing your cupid's bow and bottom lip until a thin layer of pre has them glazed over and sticky. Your lips part, carrying a thin trail between them, as you finally take his cock into your mouth. He’s salty and somewhat bitter, spreading heavy along your tongue, and you can’t help but swallow around the head. His thighs tense, muscles flexing and rippling as his twitching hand finds the back of your head.

“So. . . so wet,” He’s gasping before you can fully take in the stretch of his cock, hips twisting as his eyes flutter closed. It’s been a while, you can tell, with the way they’re clenched tight and his hand is morphing into a fist full of your hair. Your spit bubbles and pools around his cock, slick and wet, sliding between the seams of your lips and dripping down your throat, down your sternum. “Those. . noises. And you’re so.. cute.”

He offers a sharp thrust that has him disappearing down your tight throat, squeezing just right along his twitching shaft. Your jaw aches the further he’s pushed inside, until your nose is buried in his trimmed, gingerbread pubes. It’s obvious he’s trying to be gentle, with the way he lets out a hushed apology for fucking your throat so deep, with the way he’s whining out a constant stream of “You’re such a good boy.”

Praise. He’s so good at it, it’s got you absentmindedly drooling and gagging on his dick. You’re eager to drag out more, running your tongue along his big, veiny cock until Leon’s throwing his head back— adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out a pleased moan. His cock is filling your empty mouth, using you like some sort of pre-lubed fleshlight with his balls slapping against your chin in wet plaps. Collecting drool, it froths between your lips and his cock, bubbly and white until it’s being rubbed along your cheeks.

“That’s it, good boy, just a little more. . .”

Gasping on his cock, Leon’s hand keeps you buried against his pubes until your throat is squeezing and contracting, milking his cock and wrapped plush around the thick head. You can feel it, each twitch and throb of his heavy cock, even when he’s cumming down your throat, sticky and thick ropes shooting down your tongue and sticking to the roof of your mouth. You want to show him. You’re marked for good, offering a few hollow sucks to his spasming cock before pulling off.

“Oh, baby,” Leon’s voice is just as hoarse as your own, eyes following the display of cum resting hot and sticky on your tongue. “Think you can do something for me?”

He leads you up with a gentle hand, wrapped around your throat until you’re sat taut in his lap, thighs on each side of his waist. Leon’s hands are impeccably soft, even as he’s pushing them past your lips and spreading the saltiness of them along your tongue with a gentle, “suck.” You’re eager to please, taking the warm digits in your mouth and separating them with your tongue. The squelches in return are loud and wet, a mixture of cum and drool leaving between the gaps of his fingers and your lips. Your eyelids feel heavy, brain foggy as he pushes them deeper into your mouth, just enough to have you gagging softly.

Then they’re gone.

In his own mouth now, he’s tasting remnants of his cum and pulling off his fingertips with a wet ‘pop!’while his free hand digs for the vanilla lube hidden somewhere in the couch.

“You’re gonna bounce on my fingers like a good boy,” both hands are at your briefs, tugging them down until there’s a loud ripping sound. Your eyes jet between Leon’s wide eyes and your tattered underwear, surprised. You’re not sure if he meant to do that, but it doesn’t matter, because your cock springs to life and jumps against your tummy. “Then my good boy’s gonna take it in his pussy. Okay?”

The question is barely registered but you’re nodding anyway, melting in the brunette’s strong embrace. His hands spread you open, one playing with the squishy flesh of your bum while the other’s slick fingers circle around your puckered entrance. With a wet ‘squilck’ the first finger is in, impossibly deep and hot as your gooey hole sucks it in further. You just can’t get enough, rocking your hips down to the last knuckle and grinding your cock against his own. There’s a sharp smack to your ass, the skin rippling under Leon’s quick palm as he groans, “Hnnh, so noisy n’ I barely started.”

His fingers have always been able to reach deeper than your own, sweet and tantalizing along your prostate as he finds it like he knows it, pressing and pressing and pressing until you’re seeing stars. He adds another, two in total, that slip past your velvety opening with almost no resistance. Usually you’d have to take a third, maybe, but he wants you to really feel it.

“Shh, sh. You hear it?” There’s another swat, stinging and loud as it hits the same exact spot. Your back arches beautifully, his fingers jolting deeper. You're quick to shake your head. “The dirty noises your hole’s makin’ while it takes my fingers?”

You’ll never get used to Leon’s cute face sputtering out such filthy words, it’s like whiplash. And you’re not entirely sure what he’s talking about, it’s hard to hear over the fog and sounds of your own babbling, but you can hear yourself answering anyway, “S’cause you fuck me so good.”

“Think it’ll be just as loud on my cock?”

“Even louder.” You whine, head falling forward into his thick shoulder as the head of his cock traces your slick, soft rim. There’s a cold trickle behind you, loud and squeaky— it’s more lube, enough to coat his cock, your ass, and then some. Enough to have the head of his cock catching on your entrance every time he slides it along your crack. There’s a soft kiss to your cheek, and a free hand creeps up your back to hold you there by the back of your head. You’re turning into a puddle, whining into the shell of Leon’s ear as his dick slides its first inch inside.

Your hole is so tiny. Even after being stretched full of his fingers, you’re gripping his cock like a vice. There’s a tiny, thin band where his head disappears into your warm hole, stretching and shining and sucking his dick further inside. You’re just so tight, sticky and inviting insides that feel like velvet around his thick, throbbing cock. Even as he tries to go slow, sucking in a sharp intake of breath through his teeth, Leon can’t get enough. His cheeks are flushed, deepening and blooming down his neck as he grips the globes of your ass and spreads them apart wide. Cold air runs along your hole, chilly enough to have you whining.

“F-hu-uuck, so tight,” He gasps, blinking rapidly as he watches your face fall into something floaty and, if he’s honest, cockdrunk. Twitching around him so much, you’re milking his cock for all it's got despite him barely being buried completely inside. Part of him wants to keep you on his tip, slipping it in and out your cute entrance until he’s shooting between the spheres of your ass, getting you sticky and hot with his cum. Marking you. “God, hhm, your pussy’s quivering around me so good…”

“Lee. . Leon, I can’t, want it so bad but I can’t. . .” You definitely can— in fact, you have. But he’s just so big, splitting you in two and whiting your brain out.

“Too much? Oh—haah— poor baby. Want me to stop?” He stills his hips, a breathless smile forming on his face when you try to take the reins. You lace your fingers with his own, squeezing hard as you rock your hips back and forth. “No? Then take it for me.”

Take it you do. Your body jerks as he fucks up into you, balls slapping against your ass and cock sliding against your prostate as sloppy, shallow sounds of your poor, drenched hole fill the room. Leon’s hair sticks to his forehead, stringy and disheveled as he whispers into your skin, grabbing handful after handful of your backside.

Beside you, his phone rings.

Leon nearly jumps out of his own skin, patting around the sofa to find his cell— trapped beneath a cushion. You don’t have time to read the Caller ID, something that begins with a ‘K’, but it’s clear he’s going to decline it. With the way he doesn’t spare a glance at you until after he’s got it in hand, and—

“Leon Kennedy.” His grip on your hips is enough to bruise, rocking your body down against his own. You can’t help but gasp, your thoughts spinning like clockwork in your head until your brain has gone light and airy like sugary, sweet cotton candy. All you can do is tighten around his dick, show Leon how much better you are than whoever’s on the phone. You can be good, you’re a good boy.

And you must’ve said it out loud, because he’s decided to busy your mouth with thick, sticky fingers. Even then, your voice isn’t nearly as loud as the wet squelching and slapping of skin against skin, his cock sliding in and out your puffy hole as lube gushes out around his dick in white ringlets. Like you’ve creamed on his cock, and if he looks close enough he can see it slip back inside with each thrust. You really are a good boy.

His fingers are hooked in your mouth, drawing pathetic sounds out of you until your eyes roll back into your skull and you can’t stop bouncing. Your thighs ache and burn but you want it so bad, your neglected cock stuttering along with your hips as he’s pushed deeper and deeper with every small ‘uh-huh!’ that leaves your lips.

“Yeah, that’s right,” He says into the phone, but it sounds more reserved for you. “Ah, yes sir. This job was. . . Christ, it was made for me!” He pulls the phone away for a brief moment. “This ass was made for me.”

His eyes are trained on you as he shoves his phone between his shoulder and ear, both hands on your hips to raise you on and off his cock. Your lip is bitten raw between your teeth, and you don’t realize he’s coaxing it free until he’s speaking, “Let ‘em hear who you belong to. Who’s that?”

“You! You, Leon. Leon.” Like a prayer, his name comes out slurred and crackly. An uninterrupted stream of titles and nicknames reserved just for him, your nails claw at his muscled back.

“That’s right, you’re mine,” There’s a hard, choppy thrust forward as he releases a hand to wrap it around your sensitive, weeping cock, “And this cock? This hole? Mine too.”

“Yeah, yeah, yours,” Clamping down on his shaft, your hand finds the small gap where his cock reappears. Your fingertips trace it, completely soaked but enough to have his balls tightening. “And you’re mine.”

“Fuckfuckfuck,” His phone falls to his side, hushed whines leaving the brunette’s strawberry lips. “All yours, whenever you want. Got that? My good boy gets to have his cock whenever he wants.”

His hand is fast and slick, his thumb running over your slit every so often just to watch the way your body convulses in response. But Leon’s sweet, he’s always been sweet to you, sweet enough to twist his fist the closer it gets to the tip. Sweet enough to tighten the grip he has around you when he gets to the base— when he can feel you’re about to cum.

“Oh, please!” With a dry sob you’re tugging at his wrist, wriggling your hips and falling back into his thick cock. “Wanna cum, Lee. Please let me cum, please.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t tap out now. You can cum for me when I say so, okay?” Your begging goes straight to his dick, pulsating and bullying the small bundle of nerves nestled in the heart shape of your ass. You can’t stop crying, handsome face covered in tears as you ride out the everlasting stretch of his cock forcing you open, just to leave you empty. Again, again, again.

You feel like molten lava, silky and warm as wet spurts of lube catch between the skin of your ass and his pelvis. He can’t take it, just as wrecked as you are when he feels his balls go rigid and impossibly full— he needs to claim you. Now.

His cum is warm— so thick and filling when he shoots right against your prostate. You’ve never felt more full in your life, your thighs lightly squeezing together in his lap as he releases your cock with one, two, three strokes. Your voice doesn’t sound like your own, loud squeals and cries of ‘Leon!’ as your cock twitches and pulses— cum leaking down his fingers as it catches along his fist. And he could be cruel, continuing to pump your cock past its limits. But instead he gauges your reaction with a few slow, experimental tugs— pulling away when your thighs start to shake a little too much.

“One more request for you, sweetheart.” He raises his hand, a slow drip of your own cum landing on his tummy. His hand is brought to your mouth, and Leon watches with an adoring coo as you lick it clean. It’s obvious you’re trying to stay present, trying not to sink too far deep into that sweet, mellow headspace he’s put you in.

“Thank you.” He says, though you’re much too tired to figure out just what he’s thanking you for. Leon pulls you off his cock despite your absentminded protests, blowing air through protruding cheeks when your rim is reluctant to let go.

“Mhm.” Your tongue is thick like molasses, eyes slowly blinking as you’re moved to sit beside him.

“Can I see, please?” He’s already maneuvering you onto your back and spreading your legs wide by your thighs and ankles, yet his pretty eyes flicker up to meet your face, almost as if he’s actually asking. They drastically brighten when you offer a tiny, well-fucked nod. His hands spread you open, watching his cum dribble from your used hole in collective globs. Makes you feel small and properly kept, you prop yourself up on your elbows as your pretty hole clenches around air.

Leon closes his eyes like he’s trying not to cream his (metaphorical) pants all over again, his thumb rubbing a sizable glob into your skin. Your legs close around his hand, holding him still as you whine.

“I know, I know. I’ll be gentle.” There’s a sweet, simple kiss placed to the back of your thigh before Leon stands, disappearing into what your lidded eyes can’t quite make out. But you know you’re whining, something about a ‘sorry’ or an ‘I made a mistake’ before his big, warm hands are back to hold onto your own.

Something wet and dripping— a cloth, is rubbed into your skin, slow and tender and later replaced by sprinkled kisses.

“Can I. . . stay, Lee?” You want to wince at the sound of your own voice, but you don’t think you have the energy to do so yet. You’re being pulled into his arms, sturdy and comforting— even with the faint smell of sex and musk damp on his skin.

“You’d be crazy to think I’m letting you go again.”

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

Hi!

This is so strange but im so tired of reader getting jealous of Ada.. what about reader being so confident in their relationship she just looks at Ada and her only remark is “cute dress. Where did you get it? Forever 21?”.

And man… LEON EATS THAT SHIT UP AND GETS SO!!!!!

just a quick disclaimer!! I love ada and me making it lil attitude and stuff doesn’t mean i hate herrr, loved this idea!!

It’s short and simple! But it was fun to write<3

Leon was beyond tired, his arms growing sore and his chest growing tight due to the fact that he still couldn’t find Ashley. His shoulder pushed the door in, a little cool air from the open window smacking him in the face causing him to hum as he walked to the back of the room, groaning at the sight of another puzzle piece of a door. He went to turn around but was rudely interrupted by the sound of a gun clicking.

“You can stop right there, Leon.”

Ada wong. Though she was beautiful, Leon’s anger towards her grew after finding out to much. Yet he willingly threw his gun to the ground, the noise being heard all the way from the hallway. Your ear was pressed against the thin wall of the room, your pistol in hand as you listened to the two bicker at each other before hearing the sound of Leon groaning and another gun dropping.

Ada had Leon’s knife in her hand, pressed at his throat with her sly little smirk. They must’ve not heard as you walked in the room, pulling at the safety of your gun, pointing it at the two.

Both of their eyes shooting to you. Leon didn’t know you’ve been following him, all the small things you’ve done to keep him and Ashley safe. Chris doesn’t know you left either, leaving a letter on his desk mentioning that you needed at least a week of vacation time.

A soft smile grew on your face as you tilted your head at the two, shooting the wood between the two allowing Ada to let go of your boyfriend.

“Ada, how have you been?”

Your voice was sarcastic as you kicked her gun further across the room, grabbing the knife from her hand and handing it back to Leon. Ada’s eyes rolled as she looked at you, then at her nails.

“Just surviving..”

Ada spoke as she looked you up and down, shrugging then looking at Leon.

“Wow Leon, you really did score didn’t you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you gripped at your gun harder, Leon now standing in full beside you.

“You look amazing, Ada. Still wearing that forever 21 outfit, no?”

Ada put her hands up, staring at you two in silence. Mentioning how you could just leave Ashley, then winking at Leon letting him know that he could definitely receive a better welcoming the next time she saw him before she walked out the wooden door.

Your gun rested down at your hip, pushing it into your holster before feeling Leon’s gaze on your neck, you turned to him, your hands reaching up to fix the belts across his chest.

“I knew I saw you, at the church.”

Leon spoke as he stared down at you, reaching to hold the back of your head before he kissed your forehead softly. He then groaned, reaching down tugging at his pants, making you stand back, laughing as your jaw slacked open.

“Leon Kennedy did me saving your life turn you on?”

You gasped as you reached to push in the finished puzzle of the door, Leon’s face growing red as he reached down, his hand smacking at your ass. You yelped swatting his hand away.

“We have things to take care of, Mr. Kennedy, let’s go find the presidents daughter, yes?”

[thepunkranger]

Resident Evil Women: Do They Own A Strap-On?

(18+ only. Like with the boys, this is getting shared from my Reddit because Tumblr deserves it)

First things first: Yes. All of them are a yes, but that would be boring, so…

Jill Valentine: Yes. She strikes me as the type to casually pack as well. Owns two harnesses - one pack and play brief harness, and a traditional leather one that she wears as much as lingerie as she does as a toy.

Rebecca Chambers: Yes. Prefers the soft brief style harnesses over strappy leather ones. Hers has a vibe pocket and cum tube holster as well.

Claire Redfield: 100% Yes. Has a red leather harness with flashy hardware that she loves. Leaves it laying out when she’s home just because she knows it annoys Chris.

Ada Wong: Yes. Owns multiple that she switches between depending on what (who) she’s doing. Left to her own devices she’ll often choose a classic black leather harness though.

Ingrid Hunnigan: Yes. Surprisingly I feel like she would choose the fancy garter belt kind, probably in something like a royal purple.

Ashley Graham: Yes, but it doesn’t get as much use as her other toys. Probably something more feminine with softer colors and ribbon details.

Sheva Alomar: Yes. Just has a basic leather harness, but she cares for it like a truly prized piece of equipment. Conditions, waxes, reapplies the finish, and hangs it with her combat harnesses.

Helena Harper: Yes. Has a brown leather harness with an extra wide O ring.

Sherry Birkin (RE 6): Yes. Has a brief-style harness that she’s able to wear under her clothes whenever she feels like it.

Mia Winters: Yes. Initially bought a basic starter kit but saved up for an expensive leather one after she found out how much Ethan liked it.

Zoe Baker: Yes. Bought one with adjustable nylon straps while in town one day and has kept it hidden under her mattress ever since with fingers crossed that she’ll be able to use it with someone one day.

Alcina Dimetrescu: Yes. Unfortunately the leather is probably made from human skin, but potentially just some endangered or long-extinct animal. Probably has a dildo sized more for her than any potential partners as well.

[makimakimi]

Guys I want to be fucked by Leon and fuck him too but, could you little whores stop writing just nsfw about him?? I want ANGST, I wanna be so fucking sad that the tears just roll down my face without even noticing. I WANT TO BE HEARTBROKEN, I WANT LEON BREAKING MY HEART IN THOUSANDS PIECES AND THEN JUST PATCH IT UP BECAUSE HE LOVES ME AND HE’S JUST AFRAID (sorry) (I’m delusional)

[bombsquad9]

𝐋𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 + 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝗼𝐧𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 (PT. 1)

Characters Included: Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, and Finn Macauley.

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𝑨𝒅𝒂 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒈;

—> Ciswoman (She/Her), Bisexual w/ no preference

✞ Gift Giving: God, this woman loves to spoil her significant other. Anything she sees and think they'll like? Boom, it's bought within a second and being taken home to them as soon as possible. Did you mention something? Boom, next thing her partner knows is that the same thing is on their bed with a little note. What's the point in having someone to love if you can't shower them in things they want?

✞ Physical Touch: It may not be full blown cuddling most of the time, but small subtle touches. The kind that leave a person wanting more in seconds. Ada loves having that charm on her partner, but of course she's a sucker for some hugs from behind and kisses. It really just depends with her, but she loves it regardless.

𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑫𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖;

—> Ciswoman (She/Her), Lesbian/Sapphic

✞ Gift Giving: Considering she is filthy rich and quite literally a lady of an entire castle, she'd like to spend some time pampering her significant other with all the things she can give them. Anything they mention wanting around her she'll find a way to acquire, even if it means a limb from one of her many maids. She'd do anything to get her partner's eyes to light up (within reason) and happily watch them as they get excited over the gifts. What can she say, she likes to spoil her baby.

✞ Quality Time: Alcina LOVES to spend time with her significant other. It doesn't matter if it's a small dinner with them, them sitting with her whilst she plays piano, etc. She loves the idea of being in the same room as her partner and having her full attention on them (and vice versa). She may be able to live a long time, but depending on the circumstances, her significant other may not be able to and she wants to have every moment with them. Don't get her started on if anything bad happens either, she just wants good memories with her special someone.

𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑾𝒆𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒓;

—> Demiboy (He/They), Pansexual

✞ Gift Giving: Another gift giver, Wesker is not good with words, and he definitely does not like being touched. He's a powerful being, and why not show that he can do whatever by getting his significant other whatever they want?

✞ Quality Time: He's a very busy man, and if he likes his partner enough to actually be with them, then might as well spend time with them. His idea of quality time is quietly sitting in a room while both people are doing their own things. What's more ideal then spending time with your significant other and getting work done?

𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎;

—> Demigirl (She/They), Straight

✞ Gift Giving: Ashley is the presidents daughter, so she's bound to come from a wealthy family, why not spend some of that wealth on her partner? Gifts can range from expensive jewelry to expensive dates even. Though, I feel like she'd also like making little trinkets for her special someone.

✞ Physical Touch: Ashley would be a very touchy person, always holding her partner's hand, giving them small pecks on the cheek, etc. She loves to show affection to the ones she loves, and is shameless about it. She does know there's a time and a place though, and if they want space she'll gladly give it to them (with a bit of a pout).

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂;

—> Cisman (He/Him), Pansexual

✞ Physical Touch: You cannot tell me this man wouldn't be touchy, he would be all over his significant other. He would have an arm draped around their shoulders, and arm around their waist, etc. If him and them were at home he'd be laying on them in their arms. He just loves the feeling of contact, it assures him that they're real and there, which puts a smile on his face just thinking about it.

✞ Acts of Service: Carlos would do anything to make his significant other's life easier, even if it was just by a little bit. The thought of lifting a weight off of his partner's shoulders when they're exhausted or have no motivation to do something makes him happy. It makes him feel useful, he thinks of it as a way to pay them back for putting up with his smart ass all the time.

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅;

—> Cisman (He/Him), Bisexual/Demiromantic/Demisexual

✞ Quality Time: Chris has been through a lot, and has lost a lot of people. He can't get the thoughts out of his head that something bad is going to happen to his significant other, so he wants to make every second count. It doesn't matter how, him and his someone could be in the same room, quietly doing their own things even. He just wants to have enough time with his significant other before anything can get in the way and cut that short.

✞ Words of Affirmation: Sometimes he just needs to hear from his special someone that they aren't going to leave. As I said before, he's lost a lot of people, most of them being very meaningful to him. He can't bear the thought of another person leaving, so hearing the words come out of his significant other's mouth in sincerity helps soothe his nerves, even if it's just a little bit.

𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅;

—> Demigirl (She/They), Omnisexual w/ a preference for women

✞ Quality Time: Claire thinks making memories with her special someone is extremely important, and what better way to do that other than spending time together? Whether it be a little date night or just laying in each others arms and conversing, she cherishes every moment of it. She likes seeing her partner happy, it makes her happy to know she's doing something right.

✞ Words of Affirmation: Claire loves praising her significant other, whether it be something as simple as a "I'm proud of you" or an "I love you". She wants them to know she loves them, and words are definitely a good way to do that. Expect her to shower her special someone with compliments and praise as much as she can.

𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔;

—> Cisman (He/Him), Bisexual w/ a preference for women

✞ Acts of Service: Ethan would quite literally go through hell and back to make his significant other happy, so why not do simple things to make their life easier? He likes doing things for people, and he loves his partner so they're a prime target off that. He takes no protests, especially if it's something so simple he could do it in like five minutes.

✞ Physical Touch: I feel like Ethan would be the kinda guy to walk up behind his significant other while they're cooking, and give them a long hug from behind. He'd come home from work after a long day and just wanna lay down with his partner and embrace them.

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒚;

—> Transman (He/Him), Omnisexual w/ a preference for men

✞ Acts of Service: Finny here would do anything for his significant other. Similarly to Carlos, it helps him feel useful when he makes your life easier. Since he did a lot of the C4 work for his BSAA team, he just kinda got used to doing things for people too. It's a win/win for him, he gets to keep his brain active and some of your needs get met.

✞ Gift Giving: I feel like Finn would love to give his significant other little trinkets he sees or finds, or little things that reminds him of them. He likes to see the smile on their face when he comes home with a little gift for them. It warms his heart and he can't help but smile too. He also loves to give them things with a lot of sentimental value, whether it be something related to an inside joke, or something they mentioned a while back.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: None Currently

A/N: Comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

[carame1bunny]

‎ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽KINKTOBER 2024☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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Hello, my darlings! Welcome to my very first Kinktober Masterlist! IThis month and it’s fanfics will contain Resident Evil Characters and 18+ content, so read at your own risk! This will be a blast, and enjoy!🦇 Likes and comments are always very much appreciated<3

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 1st: Breeding kink w/Chris Redfield

your husband, Chris Redfield, has one desire. one that only you could help with, to make him a dad (and continue the Redfield bloodline)

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 2nd: Morning sex w/Ashley Graham

is there anything better than taking care of your girlfriend, whose period leaves her with pain? of course, having to take care of your girlfriend, who is needy and whiny for you and your body.

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 3rd: Lingerie w/Jill Valentine

you’re shopping, when you spot a lingerie store… and there is no harm with surprising your girlfriend with a sexy set, as long as she is the one who gets to take it off of you.

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 14th: Blood kink w/Ada Wong

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 16th: Toys w/Rookie Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 17th: Double penetration w/Chris Redfield & Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 19th: Roleplay w/Chris Redfield & Leon

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 20th: Toys w/Jill Valentine & Claire Redfield

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 22nd: Breeding kink w/Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 24th: Caught masturbating w/Chris Redfield & Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 26th: Hate sex w/Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 28th: Virginity loss w/Rookie Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 31st: Aphrodisiac w/Chris Redfield & Leon Kennedy

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[will-of-dumpsterfire]

🖤💖🖤

[thesstandsforslut]

Untitled Anon Request

Leon Kennedy/fem!reader

Anon requested: If you're taking requests can you do a story where leon finds out that fem reader is in love with him? He finds out by over hearing Ashley, Luis and fem reader having a conversation. Of course Luis and Ashley are teasing fem reader about it the entire time. Can it end with fem reader and leon kissing and possibly making love?

You and Leon were sent on the mission to find Ashley together. I changed the horde fight in the house with Luis to just, not happen :) artistic liscence So the teasing happens then, everything else happens after the mission has ended.

(RE4r)Leon Kennedy/fem!Reader

Contains: NSFW, cunnilingus, idk this is pretty vanilla compared to what I normally write

Word Count: 2.5k+

Minors DNI

Leon S Kennedy had been tasked with finding the president's daughter, and you were assigned to go with him. The two of you hadn't worked together before but you already knew of him. Everyone knew he was one of the best, and you had been a little starstruck to find out he was who you'd be working with.

At first, you thought your embarrassment around him was simply admiration. He was really good at this job, pulling moves like breaking a guy's neck with a chain. Your throat had gone dry when watching that. When you heard Leon shouting at the man he had been chained with, you decided to chalk it up to the fascination of watching someone so impressive up close. But the man had clearly noticed something, shooting you a smirk as he tossed you the key and ran off.

You had continued to... admire Leon throughout the mission. You flushed every time he caught you looking but he always smiled so kindly at you. He was just being encouraging as your superior, you dismissed.

When the two of you finally found Ashley in the church, you had been hopeful that the mission would be over soon. All you had to do was get to where the helicopter would land which was, obviously, the opposite side of the village.

You had run through every area you'd already been through, trying to get to the site. After a brief stop at the merchant's shop, you could hear the ganados chasing behind you as the three of you crossed a bridge. There was a house up ahead, and the door flew open to Luis. As Leon pushed Ashley towards Luis, you turned to the bridge. It was only held up by ropes, and the infected people were still at the other side; You could probably cut it down before they reached you.

"Leon! The ropes!" You shouted to him, pulling out your knife to cut the left side. Leon followed suit, cutting the ropes on the right. One guy managed to launch himself towards you, knocking you down, but the rest fell with the bridge. With a quick stab to the throat, you pushed both your feet against his chest, and pushed him off the edge.

So now, here you are in this raggedy old house, with your mission partner, the president's daughter, and a suave stranger. Leon walks to the man with purpose. He pins him to the wall with a fist on his chest. You ignore the weird flutter in your chest. The man turns the focus to the 'missing señorita' who bristles and tells him her name. He then introduces himself as Luis. After another moment of Leon trying to intimidate Luis, you sigh.

"Leon, we have somewhere better to be than this dingy little house," you unsubtly remind him. He looks at you, releasing Luis with a slight push. Moving to the stairs, he tells you to keep an eye on him while he looks around for anything useful. With another sigh, and a roll of your neck, you start looking around downstairs too.

"Sooo, you and Leon..." Luis started. You looked over at him as you opened a drawer.

"What about me and Leon?" Confused at his meaning, you close the empty drawer and turn to another.

"You had a certain look in your eyes earlier," he clarifies.

"A look?" You ask with a humoured scoff. As you take some pesetas from the drawer, Ashley joins in.

"Like when he was storming to Luis before." Shutting the door a little harder than intended, you turn to look at her with indignation. With a giggle, she continued, "Your face was as red as it is now!"

You roll your eyes and turn your back, refusing to acknowledge the pair. They keep talking about you though, clearly finding amusement in your annoyance.

"You should've seen her when we were chained up earlier. He did some impressive moves. You could practically see the hearts in her eyes." Luis chuckles, and when you finally look at them again, Ashley draws a heart shape with her pointer fingers as she mouths 'hearts' at you. You narrow your eyes, opening your mouth to protest but then you stop short.

Leon was sitting on the stairs. The top few steps are sideways, and the ceiling hides most of his body from view, but you can see his boots through the gaps in the bannister. You snap your mouth shut, glare at Ashley and Luis, and move to the other side of the room.

A minute goes by in silence. Though Luis still has a shit-eating smile on his face, Ashley looks a little flustered herself. Leon finally comes back down the stairs. For a split second, he looks at you, bashful. It's quickly replaced with his usual stern look as he tells you all that you should get moving. Ashley grumbles a little, clearly hoping for more time to rest, but you were glad to move on and pretend this whole ordeal hadn't happened.

Everything would be fine once you got out of this god-forsaken village.

Everything was not fine after you got out of the god-forsaken village. If all you had been through wasn't bad enough, being infected, Luis and Krauser... Leon had been mostly silent the entire way home, until right at the end. He had turned to you as he left, saying,

"We need to talk."

So obviously, you were... worried. You know he'd heard Ashley and Luis' teasing, so you assume he wants to talk about the feelings you had only admitted were actually feelings on the ride back to America. He hadn't specified a time or place either, so you're just sitting here, curled up on your sofa, TV playing some random channel that you weren't paying any attention to, and you're just stewing in all your feelings. It was overwhelming.

You're not sure how long you sat staring blankly at whatever was in front of you, thoughts whirring wildly in your head, until you're bought back to the present by a knock on your door.

You open it to see a tired looking Leon, his hair hanging in front of his face and you just wanted to brush it back. The two of you hold eye contact for a moment before you take a deep breath and a step back, allowing him in.

"Is it..." Leon tries after you've both sat down on your sofa. "What they were saying, is- do you really... feel that way?" Your face warms up as you clear your throat.

"Well, I... Yeah," you respond, embarrassment and nervousness making your heart pound. He puts a hand on your face, turning you to look at him directly and, looking you dead in the eye, he says,

"Good."

Then swiftly, he kisses you timidly. It's short, only a few seconds but your eyebrows had already lifted in surprise by the time he starts to lean back. In a moment of bravery, you chase his lips with yours, smashing your mouths together. He lets out a soft sigh through his nose.

You both channel all the built up emotions from throughout the mission. All the frustration and sadness and desperation. You pant into each other's mouths, tongues swirling. His hand on your face moves into your hair. Both of yours are grasping at the sides of his shirt as his left hand is placed on your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth.

Eventually, he pulls back, latching his mouth onto your neck while you breathe heavily into his hair. His hand slides up your leg, pushing under the hem of the big sweater you're wearing. You close your eyes, wrapping one hand around his back as the other moves down, hooking your fingers behind his belt. He hums, kissing your jaw just below your ear.

"Bed?" He suggests, voice low and breathless. Not trusting your own voice, you just gently push him back, taking his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Leon pulls you to him by your waist, kissing you deeply. Without breaking, you walk backwards to your bed. Leon pushes you carefully to sit on the edge and he kneels down in front of you. His hands hold your thighs, stopping you from moving as you went to shuffle back.

When he's sure you've stopped, he puts his right hand under your knee, pulling your leg up to hook it over his shoulder. He tips his head to the side, kissing your thigh as he leans down to push your sweater up, then presses his mouth to your lower belly.

You let out a soft sigh, and you can feel him smile against your skin. His fingers pull your panties down over your hips, his mouth following, kissing each new area of skin that's revealed. He ignores where you want his mouth the most in favour of moving down your thighs. When your panties reach your knees, he leaves them there, ducking his head under them to reach you again.

You gasp quietly as Leon kisses your mound, let out a shakey breath as he licks your folds. He keeps one hand on your thigh, holding your leg to the side. The other hand slides to your hip, grasps at the top of your thigh, and pulls your closer towards his face.

His tongue flicks your clit making you moan and wiggle against him. Finally, he closes his mouth around your little bundle of nerves and sucks. Your hips lift, trying to push yourself even closer to him. Small moans and panting breaths bubble out of your mouth endlessly and your hands clench your sheets.

His hand moves to join his mouth, a finger slowly pushing into you. You'd be embarrassed by the noise you made if you were thinking straight, but the only thing on your mind is the feeling of him eating you out as he gently preps you for more.

"Leon..." You breathe out. "Hmm... So close- please..." He chuckles quietly, and it vibrates through you. You look down only to see that he was already looking at you, and when your eyes lock, he hums and sucks even harder.

The coil that you'd felt twisting and tightening as his tongue worked magic, suddenly released. Your head drops back, mouth wide as loud moans and gasps escape you. Your legs try to shut, squeezing Leon against you as your hips twitch. You can feel him grinning as his tongue gently guides you through it until you're left panting and shaking, legs dropping off his shoulders when you relax.

Leon peppers kisses up your stomach, pushing your sweater higher and higher up your body. He reaches your chest, mouthing at the skin between your breasts, then travelling over to your nipple, twirling his tongue around it. You whine, burying a hand in his soft hair, and wiggle your legs so your panties fall from your ankles to the floor.

He pulls back a little to look at you, hands holding your sides, thumbs rubbing your breasts. Your face flushes seeing your wetness had dripped down his lower face and his neck. Fuck, he looked so good.

He bent down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his crotch against you. He's hard, cock pressing the rough fabric of his pants into your cunt and you gasp, so sensitive it hurts.

"Ready?" Leon asks, hissing when his clothed cock bumps into you again. You nod with a hum, hands reaching to grab his belt but your shakey hands fumble the buckle. He chuckles, standing up straight between your spread legs.

"Move up, " he instructs, pulling his shirt up and over his head. You all but drool at the sight of him, shuffling further up your bed until your head touches your pillows. You can't tell if Leon's teasing you or if you're just very impatient, but it takes him entirely too long to be rid of his pants.

You lean up slightly, resting on one elbow as you softly fondle your breast with the other hand, watching him. When he finally pushes his thumbs under his boxers to remove them, you bite your lip, eyes unwavering from the tent in the fabric. Smirking at you tormentingly, he pulls them down so slowly.

You huff, tipping you're head to one side while you pout. When they're finally low enough, his prick springs up, bouncing from momentum. You rub your thighs together, playing with your nipple as you watch him take hold of his cock, squeezing the head.

"Like what you see?" He teases and you just nod mindlessly. Placing a hand on your leg, Leon moves to kneel between your legs. He puts his arms under your back, pulling you up into a sitting position. "Want you to ride me, baby," he mutters into your neck, pressing little kisses to your throat and collarbone. His hands pull your legs to either side of his so you're sitting on his lap, squashing his length against your folds.

You grind your hips down on him, causing both of you to moan. Taking him tenderly in your hand, you guide his cock to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down on him. His hands hold onto your hips, fingers trembling. When he's as deep in you as possible, your head falls forward, resting on his shoulder. Both of you stay still for a moment, catching your breath.

"C'mon darlin'," he says, tapping your ass lightly. You lift yourself with unstable legs, and when you've pulled off his full length, Leon grabs your hips and pulls you back down. You moan into his shoulder, pressing your open mouth to his skin.

His strong hands help lift you up and down. Your legs tremble more and more with every raise and you struggle to keep yourself upright. So you wrap your arms tightly around his back, nails digging in like anchors.

Leon starts thrusting up to meet you and your legs give out. You're moaning and babbling against his shoulder as you bounce on his cock from the force of his thrusting. He moves one hand from your hip to your back, holding you close to him, and he's panting in your ear, whispering sweet praises.

"Feels so good," he says breathily. "So soft and warm and-" he cuts himself off with a moan. You squeeze around him, clawing your nails on his back. You need him closer. You wrap your legs around his waist and press your teeth into his shoulder, now wet with your saliva, as you rock your hips.

When your climax finally hits, it's explosive. You throw your head back as your back arches, pressing against him ever closer. You can't even hear the scream that tears from your throat over the ringing in your ears. Your whole body quivers.

Leon kisses your neck, his thrusting staggering as he nears his own completion. As you slowly come down from the high, your body thrumming and tingling, you tangle a hand weakly in his hair. His hands grab at your body with the same desperation as yours had his. You whine with overstimulation, slumping your body against his, trying to coax him to completion by rolling your hips.

With a garbled moan, Leon finishes, hands push you down on him as deep as he can go. His warm cum floods you in bursts. You keep rocking until he's emptied himself in you, until he's grumbling from stimulation and his hands hold you still, forcing you to stop.

He pulls you both down, flopping on your sides, still wrapped around each other. You whine sadly when his softened cock slips out of you, making his eyes crinkle as he laughs quietly. He stretched over you to grab a blanket and lay it over your naked bodies. You were both curled up, legs tangled, arms clinging to each other tightly.

Leon stroked his hand up and down your back. You tucked your head under him, sighing contently as the pair of you drifted off to sleep.

[kittycatlukey]

“I Love You.” — L.K.

Tagging @alespov ✨

Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader

Part 1/1

Warning: mild language, violence, usage of weapons, death, angst, and some RE4 spoilers!

You and Leon were good friends. Replace good with best. You two confided in each other, protected one another, and were in love but it was left unspoken. But it was obviously felt. There was a pull between you that couldn’t be denied. And anyone with a pair of eyes could see you and Leon cared for each other. You would die if it meant keeping the other alive. That’s what love is supposed to be, right?

“I’ve been waiting for you, rookie.” Krauser flipped his knife in the air and caught it. “Oh, worried about the girl, is that it? Hmm, that’s just like you. You always had poor judgment. You’d better be worried about the one beside you too.” He chuckled, taunting Leon. “But if you think I’m going to let both of you out of here alive… you’re even more naive than I thought. You can’t save them. You can’t save anyone!”

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you stood beside Leon.

“Give it up, Krauser!” Leon yelled at him. “Being a lackey for these maniacs… won’t bring your men back. And what the hell for? Revenge on the government? You think they would want that?”

“Revenge? You think I’m doing all this… for revenge?” Krauser asked Leon, looking down at him.

“Isn’t that what this is all about?” Leon questioned.

“You see, in that jungle, I had a revelation. The most important thing in this world is pure, unadulterated power! Los Iluminados have given me that.” Krauser stated.

Leon responded in retaliation, “You know, you were always an asshole. But at least you had some kind of code, some honor! And look at you now.”

“Enough reminiscing. Move out and draw fire, soldier.” Krauser did a backflip and drew on Leon with his assault rifle.

And for some reason, time didn’t slow, it felt as if time quickened. As soon as I seen Krauser had his gun aimed at Leon, I moved in front of him. I had moved just at the right time.

And I had been shot, taking not one but three bullets for Leon. One hit my left shin, another hit my left thigh, and the last one hit the right side of my stomach.

In that moment, I felt my entire body go numb. I couldn’t feel anything as Leon dragged me behind cover. He then ripped parts of his t-shirt off in an attempt to stop my bleeding, but we both knew it would be futile.

“Y/N, why would you do that?! Taking bullets for me?! Are you crazy?!” Leon had shouted, tears evident in his now reddened eyes.

“I would never let you die, Leon.” I murmured, feeling light headed already. “Get up and kill that sick son of a bitch. I’ll be fine for now.”

Leon nodded, the color had already left his face.

“And hey.” I grabbed his hand, staring into his ocean blue eyes. “I love you, Leon.”

“Y/N… I love you.” Leon spoke, his voice wavering. “I’m sorry.”

And with that, he had went to fight Krauser. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Krauser’s voice.

“Better run, rookie!”

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My body was shaken until my eyes opened. My eyes fluttered openly slowly; they felt so heavy. At first, my vision was blurry. My eyes took a long time to focus but once they did, I noticed Leon was the one above me.

“You have to stay alive. Please. Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded before his bloody, calloused hands released my shoulders and cradled my face.

I wasn’t sure if the blood on his hands were mine, his, or Krauser’s. Maybe even a combination of the three.

“Goddamnit, stay awake!” His loud voice forced my eyes open again that I didn’t realize I had closed again.

“L-Leon. I don’t know how much longer I can stay… Just know… that I’ve loved y-you for a long, long time.” I told him weakly. “I’d do anything for you.”

Leon had tears rolling down his face. “I know. And I’d do anything for you… I’ve loved you for a long, long time too.”

I smiled when he said that. Even though I was dying from blood loss, I was the happiest I’d ever been knowing he felt the same way about me, and that he was getting to live. I didn’t care if it costed my life. I had nothing left to lose.

“You killed Krauser?”

He nodded.

“Good. I knew you could.” I replied before closing my eyes again. At this point the numbness had worn off and I could feel each bullet where they were lodged inside me. It felt like my whole body was on fire. “G-Go save Ashley. P-Please.” I spoke but it was barely a whisper. I don’t even know if it was even audible.

“No, no. Please stay with me, Y/N.” Leon pleaded once again, caressing my face. “I love you.”

It hurt me that he sounded so helpless and sad.

“Don’t die on me!” Leon shouted trying to wake me up again.

And this time, I had no choice but to let go…

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This was a sad one… Sorry about my writing being rusty. I haven’t written anything in about six months. Hope you all liked it though! Love you all! 🫶

If anyone is wondering, college is going great! It’s hard and stressful, but so fun. Just turned 20, and I start clinicals in May. I made the President’s List (4.0 GPA with at least 12 credit hours) each semester I’ve been going. I have some good friends, and have been staying very busy with homework and studying. I have a very important exam that I’ll have to start studying for so send me some positive vibes! They’re very much appreciated. Then my boards will be coming up. But it’ll all be worth it in the end! I graduate this year: December 2024! So excited about that! 🤍🩺🫀

[maekendia]

Send me requests for res characters!!

I need ideas.

[cweampier]

made me think about au wifey ashley coming home in her disheveled suit after a longggg day at work and all she wants to do is unwind and be between your thighs ♡

EEK WIFEY ASHLEY I LOVE HAAAA!!!! SITS ON HER FACE! i hope you likey <3

upon returning home, ashley, like the slob she was after long days much like this one, flung her shoes towards the shoe rack by the door, followed by tossing her keys onto the granite counter of the kitchen. she let out a dramatic sigh, hoping to get your attention. yet, you were busy with the duties that came with being a housewife of some sorts, or just, the duties you dealt with when you weren’t scheduled that day. she grumbled, heels clicking against the hardwood floors as she entered the laundry room, pouting.

“sweets? sweet girl? i just came home, no hello?” she dispirited, grabbing hold of your waist as she pulled you towards her. you’d been in the middle of transferring the freshly cleansed clothes from the washer into the dryer to dry. “hmm, cmonnn, you know i worked hard today! come congratulate meee..” she swayed you in her hold, burying her face in your neck, inhaling your sweet yet, familiar scent. “my perfume?” you could feel her smile against your neck, mouth opening, letting out a squeak as you caved. she had you grounded. you turned to face her, brows furrowed. you peered down to her chest, seeing how her dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing her collar bone.

fuck, it drove you nuts. she drove you nuts. it was like she did it on purpose. “ash,” you cleared your throat, turning back to the dryer to start it. “you gotta stop working so much, you know. i don’t wanna hear you whine about being stressed anymore..” you scolded her, it was out of genuine concern, of course. you tried to be as gentle with her as you possibly could. “n’yeah, it is your perfume. i missed you, so, y’know,” you shrugged it off sheepishly, cheeks growing rosy. she blinked at you blankly before a smug smile plastered itself across her face.

“yeah? let me make it up to you, pinky promise i’ll make it worthwhile.”

fuck, did she deliver. she had you bent over the bed, hand on the small of your back as she devoured you like a starved woman. “mm, sweetheart, stick your ass out more.. wanna see more of that pretty pussy of yours.” she mumbled as she came up for a breath, locking an arm around your legs as she pressed you further into your face, tongue darting between your folds as you clung to the freshly washed sheets. you instinctively ground yourself against her mouth, drooling into the sheets.

“fuck, baby, m-more.. wan’ more..” your body trembled within her firm hold, jerking against it as you felt her nose bump your clit. “‘s okay, sweet girl.. i gotcha..” she assured, speech slurred as she drank up all the sweet nectar your poor little cunt so generously oozed out for her. “missed this cute lil’ cunt’a yours, mama.. she’s as greedy as ever. thas’okay, i’ll give ‘er what she wants.” she talked you through everything, inserting her pointer and ringed finger inside your sopping hole, watching as it sucked them in like it was fucking famished.

in the midst of delving her fingers inside you, she managed to fuck them in knuckle deep, her silver band glinting in the light of the room as she pumped them inside you with precision. “you taste as good as you look.. wanna make you cum so bad. you’re so cute, i’m a lucky girl..” she reveled in the noises that your pussy was making, sloppy as she had you absolutely soaked, a white ring forming around her fingers. “oh my fughnn—god, ash, ‘m gonna cum.” you gasped, back arching in response to her quickening the pace, till the room was filled with nothing but a mantra of her name, till you saw white.

you came. hard. wetting the sheets beneath you as well as the lower half of ashley’s face. you heaved, rocking your hips into her hand as you rode it all out. “good girl, such a good girl… that’s it.. shh, it’s okay..” she cooed, stroking your hair, looking down at your tear filled eyes. she smiled, bringing a hand up to wipe her mouth as she licked the remnants off her lips.

“guess overtime isn’t so bad after all.”

[nyctophiliq]

✮ — OVERTIME ; ashley graham        

SYNOPSIS . . . after the comment ashley made to leon about clocking in some “overtime”, your girlfriend is not shy to let you know that it’s just a joke, but you are sure that she had some kind of plan to get here

MINORS DNI. . . afab reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, ashley is not that oblivious in this or something like that, suggestive comments, leon mentioned, car sex, thigh riding, fingering, the whole thing is in an uncomfortable position but reader and ashley are desperate, kissing, dirty talking, jealous reader, 

wc ; 1,28 k

MOSS’ NOTES . . . the more moss rewatches the resident evil 4 remake videos the more they fall in love with ashley, but you will only really get this if you know the 2005 game’s conversation of ashley and leon’s on the jetski otherwise please enjoy !!!

you scoffed as you saw the helicopter landing not far away from where you were standing. you rolled your eyes as the president’s guards alongside your father started flowing to the door of the aircraft, helping the kennedy boy and ashley out. you gave a nod to one of your father’s goons and headed for the garage where your black suv parked which you were to take ashley home with.

“aren’t you gonna wait for me?” you heard a similar sickeningly sweet voice just as you were opening the front door. you sighed, turning around to face your girlfriend with your arms crossed over on your chest, waiting for her to step closer to you. her comment earlier in the comms was not something you could roll your eyes at, it made you want to stick a pencil in your ears and never desire to hear again.

“i thought you already had company for tonight, why don’t you go with him?” you mock her while sticking the car key into the door, twisting it, and tugging it open for you to throw your bag in. ashley sighed as she leaned against the car’s panel, trapping you between the open door and herself.

 “babe, it was a joke. we can just stay at my place, have some drinks, watch a movie…” ashley trailed off suggestively, but you knew what she was hinting at even before she finished speaking. she gave you an obscene look before opening the door to the back seats and sliding in, the faint sound of her chuckle hitting your ears.

you shut the door to the driver's seat and stopped ashley from closing her door, pushing in next to her before shutting it behind you. it took you a minute to find the car key in your jacket's pocket, fumbling around furiously before finally getting it between your fingers and being able to lock the car with the key button.

you turned to ashley who was watching you curiously. 

“what?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at you. you scoffed lightly, just under your breath, before leaning towards her and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. you pulled back slightly as you felt her tongue run along your bottom lip before pulling away with a mischievous smile.

“oh so you are not mad anymore?” ashley murmured. you groaned deeply and grabbed onto the collar of her shirt. ashley chuckled lightly, kissing your jawline as she moved onto your lap. you huffed through your nose. “you know you like it when i get you worked up.” she purred. you groaned again, moving your hand down her back slowly until it found a comfortable resting place on her ass, gripping it cruelly. ashley gasped, shifting a bit in your lap so as to give you room to pull her underwear to the side. you moved your hands to caress her bare skin, moving the skirt up a little bit further so that you could move your hand beneath it. she moved her hips into your touch as you slid your finger between her folds.

"i just wanna show you that his 'overtime' is nothing compared to ours."  you mumbled lowly, bringing your mouth close enough to brush your lips against her ear. ashley's moans filled your ears and you felt yourself get aroused. but she stopped you, removing your finger from her heat quickly, not letting herself get too drowned in her lust. she had another plan, one that would make the both of you quite happy. “you don't get to have all the fun yourself, i wanna see your face when you cum too." ashley chimes, her hands making their way to your pants' buckle and wasting no time to undo it.

you pulled away from her ear and looked up at her, the hands on her hips moving her to slip her exposed core onto your clothed thigh. you let your nape hit the headrest behind you, eyes wandering around ashley's body, taking her in fully. she seems a bit thinner, it might just be the lighting but you are sure that her being captive played a part in it. 

as you daydream about your lover she is toying with the hem of your panties, running her fingers along the elastic band before pulling it and letting it snap against your skin playfully. she doesn't give you any time to make a comment about it, not even a scoff as she buries her hand into your underwear and starts moving two fingers against your bundle of nerves. you feel your body tense up and you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

"feels good, hm?" she asks when she feels your fingers dig deeper into her waist. in the midst of your mind fogging up, with your arms weakening you could still manage to give her a push and make her start moving her hips against your thigh. "m-move like you're mine," you groan, trying to control your breathing as ashley continues to stroke you and rub your clit roughly, causing you to release a strangled moan and arch your back slightly.

"you always do this," ashley mutters between breaths, moving your hair out of your face gently with her hand. "get this uptight then let me please you." she says while continuing to fuck you with her fingers, feeling your pussy tighten around them. you hum softly and grind your hips forward into her hand, feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

"just keep d-doing it," you mutter,  barely keeping yourself from screaming as ashley moves her other hand to your breast and strokes it roughly, your nipple poking up through the material as she continues stroking your clit.

she leans in for a sloppy, wet kiss as she slides her hand between your folds once more, giving a soft groan and a small lick to your bottom lip. you suck her bottom lip into your mouth for a moment before pulling back.

"move your h-hip, baby. i want to see you come," you say between breaths. ashley does as told and moves her hips, grinding her crotch against your leg, increasing the speed by a notch.

you felt the beginnings of a wave of pleasure rush over you and you couldn’t help but grip ashley's thighs as she thrusts against you harder. ashley laughs softly at the sight, her eyes closed with satisfaction. you let out a low moan before throwing your head back against the headrest of the seat, feeling the vibrations coming from your throat and the sensation of ashley's body pulsating on yours. you felt your walls tightening around ashley’s fingers, begging for more friction. you could feel your orgasm coming rapidly, almost ready to spill over onto ashley’s fingers.

ashley stops abruptly, her body shaking as she tried to hold in her orgasm. she lets out an audible sigh of relief once she has finished. you let out a low groan of pleasure as you continue to ride her fingers through your juices. you were starting to get dizzy, your eyes fluttering shut as you came onto her fingers.  

you felt ashley’s slide out of your heat and lean against you with another sigh, your juices dripping from your hole. “that was...” ashley pauses. “so much better than i expected.” you laugh softly, nodding your head as you lay it on her chest.

"don't ever say things like that again..." you murmur against the soft fabric of her turtle neck, your hands sliding up and down on the hot skin of her arms.  ashley giggles, wrapping her arms around you tightly, pulling you close to her chest, and burying her face into your shoulder.

[wastemee]

WORTH IT

pairing: ashley graham x bodyguard!reader

content warning: fingering , afab reader , grinding , teasing , nicknames

tags: @enforcermoss

summary: after a important event , ashley hits you up on some “overtime” , and it was definitely worth it.

“You’ll be just fine with me , Ash.”

You grinned at her. Compared to her usual attire , she was dressed in a fancy , prestigious way to really dazzle the guests. “How long will this take , Y/N? I dont really plan on being out here all day.” Ashley asked. “Eh.. I don’t know , sorry. It seems important though so I’d say about 4 hours. Why? Have something to do later?”

She smiled and sighed. “Yes actually.. If you’re not doing anything after this , maybe you could do some overtime. Spend some extra time with me.” She winked and grinned at you. You coughed into your hand and brushed off your jacket. “I’m your bodyguard not your partner , Ashley.” She laughed and patted you on the back. “You know I’m joking. Just wanted to tease you.” The only thing separating you from the other hired staff was that you were chosen as Ashley’s personal bodyguard. That meant fifteen hours to be with her, to assist her and to look out for her. That’s all. Nothing extra.

“Okay , we’re here. Go ahead and find a place to sit , I’ll sit next to you.” Ashley gave a thumbs up and scanned the room to find a table. “How about the back table right there?” She pointed at it and you shrugged. “Alright.”

As you both made your way to the back table, you noticed a group of people staring at Ashley , talking amongst themselves. You immediately took note of their suspicious behavior and made a mental note to keep an eye on them. Ashley, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their stares and was already engrossed in the conversation with the other guests.

“Y/N? You okay?” Ashley asked with a puzzled expression. “Yeah , fine. Just sit down.” You sat down beside her and listened to the speech going on. You were to distracted by the president’s speech , you didn’t feel Ashley’s hand creeping up your thigh. You shot a quick glance at her and saw the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. You discreetly moved her hand away and gave her a stern look. She pouted but didn't push it any further. You focused your attention back on the speech, not wanting to miss anything important.

But despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but feel Ashley's gaze on you. It was like a physical touch, making your skin tingle. You tried to ignore it, but it only grew stronger as the night went on. By the time the event was over, you were practically vibrating with anticipation. As you walked out of the venue, Ashley linked her arm with yours and leaned in. "So, about that overtime..." she whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You turned to face her, your heart pounding in your chest. "What are you suggesting, Ashley?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. She smiled seductively, her eyes glinting mischievously. "I was thinking maybe we could go back to my place and have a drink. Or two. And maybe see where the night takes us." You swallowed nervously, feeling a sudden rush of desire. You had always kept a particularly sharp eye on Ashley due to feeling conflicted on your feelings, but never really acted on them. Knowing that it could jeopardize your job and your career. But now, with her so close, her lips inches from yours, you couldn't resist.

"Lead the way," you said breathlessly, taking her hand in yours. She smiled and you led her back to your car. As you both sat in the car, the tension was palpable. You couldn't take your eyes off of her. She was beautiful, with a fiery confidence that made you feel both excited and intimidated. She leaned over and placed a hand on your thigh, making you jump in surprise. "Relax," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "I just want to enjoy this moment with you."

You nodded, feeling your body relax under her touch. The drive to her house was filled with silence, but it was a comfortable one. When you arrived, she led you inside and poured you both a drink. You sat on her couch, sipping your drink, and chatting about the event.

As you kept talking to her , she couldn’t keep her eyes off your lips. Just wondering how hers would feel again yours. Eventually, she couldn't resist any longer. She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, her hand sliding up your thigh once again. This time, you didn't push her away. Instead, you deepened the kiss, your hands pulling her closer.

The tension between you both had been building for so long, and now it was finally being released in a fiery passion. You both knew it was wrong, that it could lead to serious consequences, but in that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the heat between you, the longing that had been building up inside for so long.

As you both pulled away, panting heavily, you knew that this was something that couldn't happen again. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of being with Ashley once more. It was a dangerous game you were playing, but you were both willing to take that risk, to see where the night would take you.

“Ashley.. We shouldn’t be doing this , really..” She rolled her eyes and grinned at you. “You keep saying that , but you still keep engaging with me.. Maybe you wanted this to happen.” She smirked and gripped onto your thigh. “What if we get caught? You know what’ll happen..” Ashley sighed. “I know. But it doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy tonight. Just this one night.”

She smiled and intertwined her finger with yours and pushed you down onto the couch. “So , lets enjoy the time we have together for now..” She smiled and kissed your neck , running her hand down and to where your belt was holding up your pants. “Can I take this off?” She questioned , staring at you with lustful eyes.

You looked over at her, slightly confused. “Please.” You whispered out. She smiled and unbuckled your belt and then your pants , throwing them to the side. She ran her fingers over your underwear , inhaling your scent deeply. She placed a single finger on your lips, her soft touch sending chills down your spine. “Could you take my top off?” You nodded and took off her top and threw it on the floor , her black bras straps hanging off her shoulder.

“Fuck.” You mumbled. Ashley’s fingers messed with the band of your underwear before slipping her hands into it , gathering your slick on her fingers. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while..” She said , smiling. You moaned softly and bit your lip , staring into Ashley’s eyes. She stuck two of her slim fingers into you and thrusted it in and out slowly. She started to grind against your leg slowly , chasing after her own pleasure as well.

She watched your face twist into different expression as she sloppily thrusted her fingers in and out of your soaking cunt. You whined and bucked your hips forward , riding her fingers. “Feels good , doesn’t it? I knew “overtime” would be worth it..” She pressed a soft kiss to your lips , her tongue exploring your mouth.

“Fuck.. ‘m close , Ash.” You whispered. She bit her and moaned softly. “Shit , me too..” Ashley gripped onto your hip and continued to grind against you , her eyes fluttering as the pressure in her stomach built up. “F-fuck.. ‘m cumming..” You groaned, staring at her intensely.

Her fingers pumped in and out of you faster and faster, urging your own climax to come quicker. “Cum with me.. “ You felt her grip your hip harder and grind against you harder , her own climax approaching. Ashley came with a muffled moan as she bit her lip , releasing her juices all over your leg. You moaned and threw a hand over your mouth , trying not to moan loudly.

She took her fingers out of you and made eye contact with you as she licked her fingers clean. Your eyes fluttered as your orgasm sent you crashing down. “Fuck..” You mumbeled as your body relaxed and Ashley lay her head on your chest. “I’m glad I have you that offer for overtime.. It was so worth it. She grinned at you and pressed kisses to your collarbone , what was left of her lipstick making marks all over. You rolled your eyes at her and pulled her up and into your arms.

“Yeah , well don’t get used to it. This was a one time thing.” She scoffed and stared at you. “C’mon.. you can’t deny you loved it. All those moans you were making.. So pretty.” You furrowed your eyebrows and playfully hit her. “Don’t get to cocky now. If I wasn’t so tired , I would’ve done more.” Ashley smiled. “Oh whatever.”

You checked the time on your watch and sighed. “I should probably get going. I’ve been here long enough.” Ashley pouted and got off top of you. You grabbed your clothes and headed for the door , Ashley walking not far behind you. “Stay with me , Y/N. Please?” She asked with those puppy dog eyes she always used to get what she wanted. You stared at the door then back at her. “Okay , fine. Only because you asked so nicely.” She smiled at you and dragged you upstairs to her room.

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[meiluu]

His Sanctuary

Leon S. Kennedy/ Reader(AFAB) No y/n is used, gender neutral but AFAB for smut.

Summary: [takes place right after Resident Evil 4 remake] with Leon finally complete with his long mission of rescuing the President’s daughter all he wants to do now is to come home to you.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ DNI, ptsd(this man’s trauma always gets overlooked but not today), Comfort.

Word count: 1400+

To say that Leon was exhausted would be an understatement, he was having a hard time just walking straight. After meeting up with a helicopter, which had taken both him and Ashley to a private runway, they were now on a private jet back to the states. Ashley had immediately passed out once she got comfortable in her seat, but Leon was lagging a bit behind.

He had wanted nothing more than to fall asleep at the moment but part of his brain wouldn’t shut off, it was that fight or flight part that always made him paranoid wherever he went. He knew that the only way to get his desired peace was within your embrace, being in your shared home. Just at the thought of you his body sank deeper into the seat cushions.

You had been at the forefront of his mind throughout the entirety of this mission, your comforting words had encouraged him to push through the impossible and now he was only a few hours away from you. Eventually his body had succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a fitful sleep, full of nothing but the horrors of what he had just been through and to add more pain into the nightmares, nasty memories from what he had experienced in raccoon city joined in.

He had been shaken awake at the turbulence of the plane finally landing. Quickly grabbing what little luggage he had, he nearly ran down the steps as he finally made it onto solid ground. The moment he and Ashley got off the plane they were swarmed by the president's private security force, one pulling Leon off to the side to ask for a debrief of what had happened.

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Everything had passed by in a blur, Leon had cut a few corners to finish his debrief as fast as possible and when he was at last allowed to leave he basically sprinted to his motorcycle which had been safely parked while he was away.

He knew he was breaking numerous traffic laws trying to get home to you, but he couldn't have cared less. He nearly wanted to cry when he saw the familiar bricks of your house, and your cute car parked in the driveway. He doesn’t remember parking his bike, grabbing his backpack or even walking through the door. All of it leaving him the moment you come walking down the stairs, sleepiness shown through your features. 

You're wearing one of his older shirts, and the adorable socks he got you last christmas. It takes but a moment for his presence to register with your sleepy brain, but once it does, you're running full force into Leon’s arms. Leon feels everything he had pushed down during the mission come to surface, he’s burying his face within your neck, taking in your comforting scent as he tries his damndest to not break down and cry right then and there. But the weight of everything pulls him to his knees and you follow him to the floor. 

Pulling your head back, both of your hands reach for his face. His eyes lock onto yours, and that’s when he sees the tears welling within your eyes matching his own. “Hey baby.” His voice was soft and full of relief. Tears have started to blur his vision of you, your gentle thumbs dry his cheeks from the falling tears. “I missed you so much, I was so worried when they lost contact with you.” Your voice is hurried with pain laced between your words. Tugging you closer to him, no space between you, “I’m sorry, I wished I could’ve called you sooner.” You shake your head at him. “Leon, you don’t need to explain to me, I’m just happy you're home and safe with me now.” A beaming smile paints your face. 

And it’s those words that break him, his quickly burying himself in your neck holding in his sobs as best as he can. He almost didn’t make it home to you and that twists his heart painfully at the thought of never coming home to you. A hand cards through his hair while the other rubs soothing circles on his back. “I’ve got you, Leon. You made it, it’s ok.” Your voice is nothing but full of love and comfort. Retreating from the safety of your neck, Leon’s quick to grab the back of your head connecting your lips in a kiss full of emotion. Hands tugging at each other trying to get as close as possible, when it gets too much Leon wraps his arms underneath you lifting you easily. He’s taking the familiar pathway to your shared bedroom and before you both know it he’s setting you onto the semi warm sheets of your bed.

“Can I have you? I want— need you, please.” His pleading, begging even when he doesn’t need to because you would give yourself to him at any time. “Yes, Leon.” Spreading your arms open, you invite him in. And with your invitation clothes are hastily pulled off and thrown to the floor. 

Finally with no barriers between you two, Leon’s fully able to relish in your full embrace. Foreplay, which is usually drawn out, is rushed. Spit dribbles out of his mouth falling onto your clit, a shiver running up your spine at the sensation. Deft fingers take the spit using it to sweetly plunge into your cunt. With each passing moment your body becomes flushed, heart racing, as your cunt gets wetter with each thrust of his fingers. His thumb comes up to rub tight circles over your clit, a pathetic whimper leaves your lips. “Fuck- I can’t wait any more.” Voice rough and full of need, he’s moving himself back over you, locking onto your gaze.

Your arms are wrapped tight around his shoulders, legs caging him at his waist. Quickly lining himself up with you, he slowly sinks himself into your warm and wet cunt. A deep groan rumbles from his chest at the sensation. His arms are holding you tight as he gets lost in the feeling of you, loving the feeling of being so close to you. 

His thrusts start off deep and slow, making sure that he won’t hurt you. Soft sounds tumble from your lips joining with his own, “I love you.” Rough voice right next to your ear has you clenching around him. “Leon” it’s nothing but a needy whimper. With your sweet noises Leon was slowly losing himself in you, mind only focusing on you, giving him peace from all the shit he had been through.

With a swift manuver Leon has your legs over his shoulders and his fucking right back into you. Pace deep and rough, clenching at the new angle has Leon moaning into your ear. “Love you- love you.” Babbling through a haze of pleasure. Leaving wet messy kisses along your throat and the side of your face, your eyes flutter at how whole and content you feel– a feeling you can only achieve with Leon.

Each thrust pulls a moan from your lips, body quivering at the intensity of it all. A stray hand wanders back down to your clit, rubbing in a rhythm that matches his pace. Cunt clenching down at the bolt of pleasure it sends through your body, “L-Leon.” Crying out for him, “I know baby, cum for me.” Voice growing in pitch, a sign that he’s about to cum. With his words your vision fuzzes out, muscles spasming around his cock. A few hard thrusts and Leon’s moaning out as he cums deep inside of you, breath coming out in soft pants.

Lifting his head up to yours, leaning in to give you a searing kiss, tongues dancing with one another. Gently Leon brings your legs down from his shoulders, rolling to his side as he lets his softening cock leave you. Bodies warm and sweaty you both become a mess of limbs underneath the sheets as you bask in the afterglow. Slowly you both give into slumber, and Leon’s finally able to sleep in peace. Free from the horrors that he’s experienced, free from the nightmares that remind him of the pain he’s been through. With you he finally is able to experience happiness, peace and love. 

He doesn’t know what he would do without you and hates to imagine what he would be like if you weren’t here with him now. But he doesn’t entertain these thoughts as he falls into a restful slumber.

[decaf-mother]

[Peaches]

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Ashley Graham x F!Reader

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Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Food Play (On Boobs), Tribbing (Vulva-to-Vulva)

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Summary: Making the fun kind of mess with your girlfriend who spoils you.

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Taste of peaches on your tongue - you listen to the sound of a whipped cream can being shaken, the spurting noises of it soon follow, the feeling of fluffy white meeting your bare breasts tickling your skin. She attempts to draw designs across the soft flesh, admiring the display before her.

“I love you so much.”

Your head falls back against the pillow, silk sheets gracing your skin. Perhaps you've gotten used to what it feels like to have luxury now, your girlfriend refusing to not shower you in such things, her tongue now gliding across your breasts to taste the sweetness. She drools on your titties, eagerly sucking hickies across the flesh as she cleans away the mess she made.

“I love you too-”

You managed to gasp out the words just as she lightly nips at the underneath of your boob, shifting her body on top of yours so you can feel all her soft features, eagerly reaching down to grasp at her hips, lips meeting quickly in a heated kiss once she's over you completely. Tongue and teeth, peach flavor on both your tongues from the peaches you brought home earlier. She bumps her clit against yours, slowly grinding as she moans shamelessly into your mouth, pulling back to suck in a breath.

“Ah, please…”

Lifting your hips to meet hers, quickly finding a rhythm as your juices mix together, grinding her slick pussy onto yours, lip caught between her teeth and your soft gasps of encouragement clouding her already lust fuzzy brain. Grabbing onto her blonde locks you urge her into another passionate kiss, lips connected as you hump like bunnies…

It isn't long before you both climax, near about at the same time, her hands grabbing onto your thighs and your fingers sinking into the fat of her plush ass, indentions in the flesh as you two ride out your highs, finally settling down and climbing off you.

“We… Should probably shower.”

“That reminds me - I got a new soap I think you'd like. ‘Summer Peach'.”

She flashes a cute little smile your way but it's absolutely brimming with the mischievous kind of amusement.