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any sort of leon comforting hcs you could spare? i just had a really horrible day at school and honestly don’t have any familial support so… i know this is lowkey pathetic ><

(Technically my asks are closed) but reading this just reminded me of my high school experience and I’m so sorry honey :(

Leon is a big sweetheart when he has the time to take care of you. You’re one of the few people he’s soft around, so of course he’s learnt how to love up on you.

“Aw, rough day love? M’ sorry.”

HUGS!!! Oh this baby boy loves to hold you when you’re upset. He might not look like it, but he’s so touch starved that when it comes to you being sad his first instinct is to hug you. Sometimes he’s not too good with words, but he is good at squeezing you.

Physical affection in general, honestly. Holding your face, rubbing your back or shoulder, running a hand over the back of your head.

He will gladly leave behind what he’s doing if you’re clearly distraught. You want him to cuddle you on the couch? Done. His work can wait. After years of doing what they said he’ll gladly put it all down just to hold you for a while.

He just wants you to be close to him so you know he’s there. He’ll pull you up into his lap, he’ll have you close when you get into bed. You’re his sweetheart, so even if he doesn’t really know what to do he still wants to be there for you.

“Scooch in, angel. Nice and close, I’ve gotcha.”

Soft words. Affirmation. Does he exactly know what to say in some situations? Absolutely not. But he will offer you a few that he knows will bring you comfort.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re home with me now, that’s all that matters.”

“Are you feeling okay? I know obviously not, but physically? Do you need me to do anything, or do you just want me here?”

“I love you, hon. You did good today because you made it through. You kept going. That’s all that matters.”

He’ll give you space if you need it, but that won’t stop him from doing small things to take care of you. He might lay your favourite pyjamas out for you, or if you take a nap you’ll wake up to find your favourite comfort icecream in the freezer. He’s known you for so long, it only seems fair that he put that info to good use for times like this one.

He’ll always have an eye on you. Even if he’s got a task at hand, he’s looking up every five minutes or so to check in on you. He loves you too much to leave you on your own, especially when you’re upset.

He would try to cook if he knew how to (he doesn’t) so it’s usually ordering food as he sits down next to you, keeping his hand over yours so you can mumble your order to him.

He’s making sure you take care of yourself. Checking to make sure you ate, or that you’re drinking water. If you feel too hot or cold.

“Is my T-shirt enough, sweetheart? Do you need me to get you somethin’ warmer?”

Most importantly, he’ll make it clear that he’s there to love and support you. He’ll check in with you periodically, he’ll gift you soft kisses and tight squeezes. He’ll let you know that no matter what he loves you. ♡

Why choose between riding a cowboy, a stallion, or an Italian when you can have all three? In which you find competition for the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in the American West.

mdni holy shit. f / m, shameless smut just like pure filth. p in v, wild west au, TONS of christian imagery via metaphor??, mild praise + size kink, leon's a tease as usual

word count: 1.69k <3 // read on ao3

a/n: re6 leon turns my brain into illiterate mush and this is the proof. i wrote this 1 word an hour. i couldn't cope. ignore the half assed banner, half assed writing, half assed everything. listen to nessa barrett's song from the title. god bless you all.

God makes no mistakes: you’re on your knees in the back of an Arizona saloon, but you’re not exactly praying thanks. God is a vision in dirty blond as far as you’re concerned. How’d you end up here?

Enter Leon Kennedy: outlaw on the run.

He hadn’t gotten the memo when angels started coming down to Earth and wanted to give you the warm welcome you deserve. 

“Seriously?” You laugh; swirl your watered-down whiskey.

“I’ve always wanted to try that one out,” Leon grins. Cocky and magnetic, he takes your hand in his own calloused one and guides you to the dance floor. “But you haven’t seen my real trick yet.”

“And what’s that?”

“This.”

Every other beat of your heart finds you in a dizzying dip over the floor as Leon leads you in a dance akin to gunfights in Tombstone, except Leon is more than O.K. at what he does. He’s got you in a trance with his hands spanning your waist.

Sucking in dust and his woodsmoke cologne, you gasp, “Where’d you learn how to dance like that?”

“You’ve never been danced properly before?” Leon laughs. He spins you like you’re the moon.

“Not like this!”

“Oh darlin’, you don’t learn by talkin’ about it. Keep dancing and you’ll figure it out.”

Figure out a two-step you might not have, but you can figure just fine what Leon means when his hand slips up the hem of your blouse. A hungry thumb soon lines your brassiere right under the nose of the barkeep. 

“You’re crass, Leon,” you whisper.

“Is that a no? I’ll treat you right if you let me.”

God expects his servants to give and take, and you’ve done a lot of taking so far, no? You’ve been a little down on your luck lately. Can’t afford to tempt fate that way. So you pull Leon down by the collar, whisper back with your lips lined in devil red, “Make it my treat?”

His smirk glimmers in the dark. “Lead the way, doll.”

Quickly, quickly. Miracles disappear in the blink of an eye and Leon needs to take you before you can disappear into the night. Rope-toughened fingertips fly down your lined blouse, slip the silk off to unveil your sun-freckled shoulders behind the barkeep’s storage door. You’ve spirited Leon away for twenty minutes at best before the saloon closes and the workers come barging in. You’ve got to pay penance for this, haven’t you?

You sink to your knees. 

Leon hooks his hands under your thighs and sits you right back up on a crate, and gets down on his knees.

What.

You’re running on borrowed time, you can’t afford tweaks to this arrangement. “I thought we had a deal?” you scowl. 

But you forget God makes no mistakes. Leon is his creation, so causation, correlation, you do the math. Your anger dissipates at the first swipe of his thumb over your clothed slit. Wetness blooms at his touch, and Leon chuckles as your breath shudders. Genesis.

“Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly to let a lady do all the work.” He kisses the spot between your legs, looks up at you with eyes of oasis blue. “You know I take the lead.”

Your chest heaves. “I do.”

“I’m good at it.”

“...You are.”

"And I know this isn't your style. All I ask is that you let me earn my keep.”

Well, that goes without saying. And so Leon flips the script. 

He starts lining burning kisses down your thigh, entices you with an “Open for me”, sighs dreamily when your legs part of their own accord. A previously bothersome, soaked scrap of lace falls at Leon’s feet. 

“Oh, baby, you should’ve asked next time. Look at this mess. Wouldn’t’ve needed to be so quick, then.”

Try and look down, but Leon’s already latched his warm mouth onto your clit, sucking like it’s a Tootsie pop. You throw your head back in ecstasy. 

Waves of feel-good wash over you in all the colors of a pinkening sunset, gold at the edges and red hot at the center, your own overflowing with slick as Leon dips his tongue inside – oh, oh, oh, swirling the colors with each revolution around your sensitive pearl. Your thighs threaten to clamp around his head. He keeps you pliant, capping your knees with rough palms.

“Leon…” you can’t help but whine. 

“Just workin’ ya a bit. Think you’ve had enough?” you hear him groan from underneath.

You’re barely breathing. “Need…need more.”

“Don’t seem that way to me from here. God, you’re gorgeous.” Leon croons, sucking a tender bite a little ways from where you need him most, over the softest part of your inner thigh. A landmark so he can hope to find his way back. He taps your knee. “Time?”

The dusty clock on the barkeep’s desk reads ten minutes to twelve; you relay this with difficulty as Leon does his damnedest to render you incapable of speech. He hums, considering. The vibration shoots right up your core.

“I’ve been in tighter spots,” he eventually decides, shooting you a lopsided grin as he hefts you higher on the crate you’ve practically melted off the side of, “No offense, doll.”

You’d laugh if you weren’t so close. “Low-hanging fruit, Leon.”

“You taste sweeter nohow.”

Missing his mouth already, you pull him back into a kiss. His leather belt clinks in time with the glasses back inside the bar as he unbuckles it, and you take the time to appreciate how you’re level with him even perched atop a crate. Leon’s got height on you. 

Inches where it matters, too. His cock bucks in his hand when it finally springs free, and you bat your lashes up at him ‘cause it seems Leon’s been keeping secrets. He’s thick, ruddy and leaking, got a halo over the head of his dick in the light that creeps in from under the door, and you make a prayer to put your mouth on him if you cross paths once more. Your fingers barely go all the way around.

“Make a deal with me, cowboy,” you breathe. “I let you have your fun. Now, you let me.”

Leon cocks a brow. He’s antsy, understandably so. “What’s that entail?”  

Plywood burns the back of your jean skirt as you slide off the crate, Leon watching as you shuck off the denim, pool it underneath your feet. You reel him in by the collar just to shove him onto the barkeep’s high-backed chair. Leon’s eyes widen when your thighs bracket his and everything suddenly makes sense as you center your cunt tantalizingly over his painfully erect length. 

He’s rasping, needy. “This what you had in mind?”

“‘Fraid so.”

“You sure?”

You scoff haughtily, dragging a smile from him that’s all lynx. “Your wish is my command, miss.” 

Palms start gliding up your torso, thumbs rub circles on the undersides of your breasts. Leon’s collarbones collect moonlight streaming in from the open window and you want to lap it all up like milk, but you’re getting distracted. The clock is counting closer to midnight. Adrenaline makes you heady. Maybe you should tell Leon to get a good handle on your hips when you sink down on his dick – point blank. 

All the way to the hilt. 

He takes it in stride as best as he can. “Tight, doll, ah,” he hisses, head bobbing, “so tight. Gonna send me to heaven.” 

You shift your hips experimentally, whimpering at the stretch. You’re a lousy judge of character but an apparently worse judge of size because you have no idea how you’re going to do this. Leon’s thumb reroutes to your navel, North Star that it is, and travels down to wait over your clit. Technically, you’ve still got the lead. Everything’s still. So so still. You’re about to break.

The minute hand ticks.

“Leon, please,” you whimper.

“What’s that, doll?” 

You paw uselessly at his chest. “Need help.”

Leon clicks his tongue in sympathy. It’s hard to get mad at a thing like you no matter how tough you sell yourself. Smart mouth and pretty eyes, bubblegum sweet underneath, something he’s gotta help. Leon’s always been a sucker for the damsel in distress type.

So he calls down a miracle. “I gotcha, sweetheart.” 

You cry out in relief at the lifting sensation of his hands around your hips. This is another dance you’ve yet to learn, it seems. 

“I gotcha.” Leon’s voice is a psalm over the burn of his cock inside you. A familiar thumb sneaks in between where you and he meet; whiskey and mint on his breath intoxicates you when he murmurs, ”Did so good for me, darlin’. Doesn’t feel too great right now, does it?”

You sniffle. “Mm-mm.”

“Gonna let me make it better?”

“Please.”

Leon indulges you. Taking advantage of the slick velvet he’s wrapped in, he glides you up just the tiniest bit, revealing the inch of his length you’ve covered in your arousal. You watch transfixed as he lifts your hips up and down. Baby steps. Stomach flips. You leave him coated in stardust like you’re made of it.

Leon’s in awe. “See that?” 

But you’re too far gone to take notice of anything but the embers in your stomach, seconds away from crumpling onto his chest. You were once sitting proudly upright. The extent of your desire hits like a revelation once your insides finally mold around him, like it was all prophesized, and you can’t tell up from down when Leon starts to piston you on his lap.

Five minutes 'til it’s all over: You’re tender and boneless and about to explode. Leon is relentless. Sweat drips from his brow like holy water. He kicks the barkeep’s chair to barricade the door because you were right, there’s no way you’re making it out here alive.

Your thighs ache with exertion, steering you on their own.

Four minutes: “Can’t take it, Leon!” You’re going under. The flood is no myth.

“Tell me where,” he grits, desperate.

Three. 

You want him to pull up the ladder.

Two.

“Where, doll, where?!”

One.

“Inside.” 

And God, you burn brighter than the sun.

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comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3 take care and i love you!

gonna fuck you hard:

every time leon went to missions, he would send lewd messages and very rarely dick pictures if his job had the time for it. leon was always ranting on how fucking you will calm him down. he needed the peace of moaning your name, and no matter how much he swore how he'll pumping his cock over and over. when he came home, leon would be a whiney mess for love. he didn't care for sex all of sudden as he pouted his cute lips, "honey," he would hug you tightly, "i love you." he would happily melt in your comfortable arms or even baby oil on his poor back. rubbing all his tender spots of his shoulders and lower back.

he was the least interested in sex when all of his body was sore, and you couldn't blame him. he needed time before giving all his loving to you.

UPDATE: Water and Clothing!

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The past few weeks, I haven't been able to upload as much but Hussam has seriously been hard at work! He purchased a fresh water truck of 4000 liter for the entire camp, which is greatly needed in this extreme heat. They also use water pumps for salty water but they require diesel to operate. Diesel is very scarce and costs about 42 dollars a liter!

Not only this, but Hussam put together an event for the children at the camp! He didn't have the chance to take pictures, but the kids really enjoyed it!

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[ID: The video is of a couple of men carrying a pallet of boxes. The first still image is of the packages of clothing mentioned above. The second still image is of boxes stacked on top of each other, which are the same boxes from the first still image of the packages of clothing.]

yaaas lets go!!!! genuinely surprised myself w how good the smut is just for you pookie!🫶🏼(i never know how to end these things i hope this is okay)

tw for: intimacy (yuck!) creampie, nicknames (doll, angel, my love), unprotected sex, LEON LETTING THE BATHWATER RUN COLD, eating pussy, fingering, boob touchin n shii

Re4r Leon getting home from spain to your shared apartment, his clothes are tattered and he smells like ocean and sewage but you embrace him anyways. You’re half-asleep as he arrives in the earliest hours of the morning. You know and reprimand him as he should’ve gone straight to the base to get checked out, but he says nothing. He grabs your hand tightly as your voice breaks, gasping for air. You kiss his lips and tears fall from your eyes, he doesn’t say anything but he holds you tightly. An arm wrapped around your wait and the other holding your head, pulling you close.

You lead him to the bathroom and draw him a bath, crying softly. He won’t speak but he holds you the entire way, invading your space in the most pleasant way. He keeps you in front of him the entire time, you can feel that he’s still on edge. Still in agent mode, and you stop every step to kiss him whispering to him “you’re safe, you’re home. It’s just us, just me.”

Leon has his head bowed in the bath, even as you wash his hair. He looks at you once, and even though you’ve completed your nightly routine, you join him in the bath. He doesn’t let you rinse his hair or wash his chest, just holds you until the water turns cold. After cleaning yourselves, he notices you’re only his t-shirt and underwear. His pajamas you’ve gave him smell like you, his eyes water but he doesn’t cry. Still doesn’t speak, just turns his head so you can’t see just how hurt he is. He hates leaving you.

You lead him back to the kitchen, taking out one of his prepared comfort meals and warming it before feeding him. You can see the exhaustion on his features as he eats, his deep blue eyes remain on yours the entire time. Just watching, making sure it’s real, making sure you’re really in front if him. You whisper, “we’re just at home. We’re safe, just us. I love you Lee.” He nods and takes a deep breath, not allowing himself to cry.

After he eats he coerces you into forgetting about the dishes for tonight. The first words he says to you being, “Please just leave ‘em Doll, I’ll clean up tomorrow.” Your lip wobbles but you hold back your tears, his voice making everything feel more real.

It’s 2:30am by the time you both lay in your bed, and he pushes his face into your chest. Holding you close, breathing quick and uneven. You comb your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. You sniffle and cry a bit longer, and every time a small whimper leaves your lips he kisses your chest, holding you even tighter.

You don’t know how long you lay there before he lifts himself to face you, your hands locking on his neck. He gives you a small smirk before opening his mouth, his bright blue eyes filled with mischief, “You look good in my clothes Doll, let’s get you out of them.”

You nod quickly, the two of you removing all your clothing. He kisses you deeply, nearly removing all the air from your body. His hands everywhere, he moves to kiss your neck. He nips and sucks at your neck, only stopping when you plead and whine quietly, “Just-C’mon Leon please?” He smiles and chuckles softly, moving to touch you.

His hands rub softly at your clit whispering, “So good, so wet for me Doll. Missed seeing you, missed having you like this- fuck.” You keen and whine, having been without him for what feels like years. He uses his fingers to pry you open, still touching soft. Almost too delicate, too careful. It’s nearly unlike him to touch you this way.

He moves to use his mouth on you, movements becoming quick and dirty. Lewd in every way, he spits and nips at your clit, fingers still working their way into your hole. You finish quickly, his mouth and fingers remain working.

Overstimulation forces you into moaning loud, gasping and pulling at his hair. Leon moans and you feel it. Whining and pleading, “Y-your cock! Need it Leon please? I’ve been s-so good!”

He lifts himself up, still smirking. He looks proud of himself and it makes you blush, even after being with him for so long. He positions his cock at your hole, pushing in slowly while kissing your lips. A secret message there just for the two of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, breathing quickly, a small whimper leaves your lips. He presses your foreheads together, every emotion hitting you at once as you begin to sob. He holds your face between his hands, pressing his forehead to yours, “I know, I know. I’m so sorry yn. My poor angel, I love you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know my poor girl, I love you.”

You speak quietly through sniffles, looking up at him through your lashes. “Need you to move, please Lee?” And how could he refuse his girl, his everything. His thrusts start smoothly, delicate. Like you’ll break if he goes too far. You wrap your legs around his waist, throwing your head back with a small grunt as his quickens his pace. Cock reaching the depths of you, the sound of skin slapping and his grunts filling the air. His head bowing, he takes ahold of your breast pinching and pulling at your nipple. You whine, and he lifts his head to look into your eyes.

“C’mon, you have another in you. I can feel it. There ya’ go that’s my girl. My yn, my love. So wet for me, fuck- s-so good Doll.” You whine and keen and writhe underneath him, gripping at his biceps and feeling them flex under your small hands. You pull him to your breast again, his suckling and nipping becoming harsher. You feel his hand move to rub at your clit, a shout leaves your mouth.

“That’a girl yn. My perfect Doll, cum for me. Cum for me angel.” You finish at his words, body tensing and hole tightening. Leon moans, “Good girl baby. My girl feels so good inside, can I finish inside princess? Please- Fuck so wet, tight little cunt just for me. Fuck!” You beg and plead for him to finish inside, Leon finishes with a shout. Shooting himself inside you, kissing you hard.

He pulls out quickly and cleans you up, hands gentle and soft whispers of praise leaving his mouth. “My good girl, my yn. My perfect girl. I love you, love you so much Doll.”

good morning leon enjoyers i will be writing more today‼️ do we have requests???

leon’s spanish slaycation doodle dump

Very self indulgent doodle as its my cat's death-iversary

good morning leon enjoyers i will be writing more today‼️ do we have requests???

hello!! i hope youre doing well, i’m a new follower and i’m obsessed w your writing so you’ll def see more asks from me in the future if that’s okay🤞🏼

i think leon smut to sex type thing by stone temple pilots would be sick, age gap (dilf leon🤤) would tie it together… since the song is kinda old….

AHHHH TYSM! I'm so flattered that you enjoy my writing :')

You are ALWAYS welcome in my ask box, esp if you have Dilf Leon requests.

As we discussed, this fic isn't based on the song. But it is sheer filth. I hope it'll suffice :)

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DI!Leon Kennedy x f!reader

Synopsis: This is just porn. But I guess... DOS Agent Leon has his eyes on a new recruit? There's literally no plot lmfao. Just car sex with Dilf Leon.

Tags: 18+ (smut), MDNI, pwp, semi-public sex, age gap (Leon's in his 40's, reader's in her mid-to-late 20's), p in v, oral (m receiving; mentioned), car sex, cowgirl position, dick riding, mild degradation, praise kink, multiple orgasms, uhhh reader calls him sir a couple of times but idk how I'd tag that, dacryphilia (kind of), lil bit of aftercare as a treat, cisfem reader

WC: 1,092

A/N: I didn't edit/proofread this. Just take it pls.

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It’s horrifically cliché, isn’t it? An older, more experienced agent lusting after the newest recruit. 

Like an animal hungrily eyeing its prey, or lively waves accosting ragged shores, he pursued you without remorse. Found you in the armory before your missions. Sat with you at lunch. Insisted on buying you your daily afternoon coffee. Offered additional support with your hand-to-hand combat. Offered additional support with firearms training. Offered additional support in any field he could reasonably imagine, all in an attempt to be close to you. 

He’d have been embarrassed if you hadn’t so readily accepted each offer. He’d have been ashamed if you hadn’t been practically drooling with anticipation every time.

But that’s the thing about newer recruits: they’re always so eager to please. 

And perhaps that’s why he took particular interest in you — your stamina, your grit, your willingness to learn. You’re green still, entirely pliable. Easily malleable to his wants, his needs, his interests. It’s how he got you to agree to suck his dick in the long-forgotten evidence room on the fifth floor three months ago when this whole torrid affair began. It’s how he’s got you straddling his lap, cock buried deep in your weeping pussy, in the backseat of his car now. 

You’d worn a dress today. A small one at that, with delicate little bows adorning its thin straps. The hem of the dress barely scraped the midpoints of your thighs. You’d bent over to pick a pen up off the floor directly in front of his office earlier this morning. He’d gotten a glimpse at the tiny panties you were wearing because you hadn’t bothered to maintain any modicum of modesty. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have considered this a mistake, or a lapse in professionalism. But he knows better. It was no mistake. 

“You’re such a goddamn slut, you know that,” he pants in your ear. “Such a fucking slut, wearing this dress. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you stupid in this dress?” 

You let out a lascivious moan in response, but it doesn’t suffice. His palm connects harshly with your ass. “I asked you a fucking question, agent. Is this what you wanted?” 

“God, fuck, yes! Yesyesyesyesyes,” you babble, thighs screaming as you bounce on his cock. It’s practically splitting you in two, stoking a heat so infernal in your lower abdomen you fear your organs will start to melt. Your grip on reality splinters every time the ruddy tip of his cock kisses your cervix. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders; the worn leather of his jacket puckers under your grasp. 

“Yes, what?” He hisses, harshly tugging at the straps of your dress. They hang limply around your shoulders; the bodice of your dress no longer clothing ample chest.

“Yes, sir,” you whine. Your back arches as he takes your breast in his mouth, a silent plea for more. He groans at the honorific, at the way your hands grab fistfuls of his hair, at the way you toss your head back to grant him further access to your tits. Your rhythm falters as he slips his hand between your legs. He rubs at your clit with a calloused thumb; it nearly does you in. 

For a second, you wonder (hope) he’ll punish you for it. That he’ll force you onto your back and pump his cock into your cunt with finalizing brutality, as he’s want to do when you spend the day teasing him. You love it when he gets aggressive; it’s so antithetical to the front he poses to his coworkers. A side of him only you get to see, an experience so entirely and uniquely your own, you think you’d die on the spot if you ever learned otherwise. 

“Leon,” you moan. “Fuck, Leo—I mean, sir— I’m so close.” 

He releases your breast with a wet sounding pop and presses his forehead to yours. 

“That’s okay, doll. Say my name again.”

“Leon.” 

“Again,” he grunts with a slap to your ass. 

“Leon.”

“Louder, angel. Let them hear you. Let them know whose fucking pussy this is.” 

“God, Leon, it’s yours. It’s your fucking pussy—fuck,” you scream. You hold onto him for dear life as you climax. White static sparkles furiously behind your lids as you clench around his cock. Your cum, slick and creamy, soaks his still pistoning hips, and elicits a preposterously lewd noise as he continues to fuck you. 

Strong hands hold your hips in place. Your brain devolves further into mush, into rapture, as he bucks into you. Your head lolls forward to rest on his shoulders. You’re boneless now; you feel weightless, out of control, like a doll he gets to use for his own pleasure. And heat coils in your lower abdomen once more at the thought.

“You got another one in you, baby,” he smirks. “Let me hear it.” 

Hot tears well in your eyes as your second orgasm builds. It’s far too soon after the first; he fucking knows that. You need more time, you need a breather, you need to—

“Let me hear it, angel. Make me proud.” 

And Leon knows that’s all it’ll take to bring you over the edge once more. You cum around him a second time, tears streaming down your face as you do from the overstimulation. He kisses them, laps them up with a greedy tongue. He doesn’t love making you cry, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it terribly erotic. 

“I’m close,” he grunts. “Where do you want it?” 

“Inside, sir, please. Please.”

He chuckles darkly, “Aren’t we fucking needy tonight?” 

Leon doesn’t wait for your response — it’d be largely incoherent anyway. He’d reduced you to whimpers and senseless babbling. It takes four more long, deep strokes of his cock for him to cum. It drips out of you languidly, viscous and hot. You wrap your arms around his neck; he wraps his around your waist. 

“Good girl,” he coos. “You did so fucking well, baby. Took me so fucking well.” 

You nuzzle into him, thankful for the praise, thankful that he’s holding you so delicately. He always does after your trysts. Leon peppers your face with kisses, assists you in fixing your rumpled dress, and slowly hoists you off his lap. He holds you for a bit, showers you in words of affirmation.

“Hungry?” He asks once you’ve both caught your breath.

“Starving.” 

He smiles sweetly then kisses the top of your head. “Let’s get you food then.” 

Parallelisms⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊🚨🪽

traditional sketch dump <3

nothing will ever amaze me the way fanfiction authors do. like, you wrote silly little stories about my favorite little guys? and i can read them?? for free??? that’s fucking wild.

you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.

you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??

shoutout to every single fic author in existence, you guys are fucking incredible and i love all of you so much

RACCOON CITY SCENERY 1 / ?? resident evil 3 remake, 2020

art by the.gauntlets

gofundme for the family

Played resident evil 4 (remake) for the 1st time and all I can say is that the residents were truly evil :(

Also, I'm obsessed with Leon now :)

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Not Teenwolf related but here’s my baby Leon Kennedy ❤️

(Will be posting some more resident evil art too in the foreseeable future )

re2r!Leon x college student!Reader.

isn't it just good manners to warn the cute biker about the cop car that's always stationed a few blocks over?

You bounce the shopping basket in your hands, eyes working around the grocery aisle underneath the harsh allure of the florescent lights. A carton of milk, a bag of chips, two sodas, a popcorn bucket and a bag of clementines just so your mom won't hop on the next flight to land right in front of your dorm room chastising about your eating habits.

Milk was healthy, too, right? Maybe not with the sugary cereal you're in search for, but at least it gets the calcium in your system, so who are you to complain.

Where was this darned cereal though? You're surely in the correct aisle, seeing lines of other boxes occupying the shelves, right next to all the jams, jellies and preserves colouring the dull gray of the counters. Taking a few steps back, you finally spot it at the very top and to your dismay, it is a lonesome box pushed to the very back.

You huff out an annoyed breath, securing the basket on your forearm. You're not leaving without that box or you're sure that you will not be eating any dinner for the next ten days.

But try as you might, you can't reach it. It doesn't help that you're on the tip of your toes, hand stretched up to an impossible length as your fingers are unable to even graze its surface.

You must look silly, thanking your luck that the store is empty, save for the cashier but he can't spot you from his counter. Unless he's chuckling in amusement through the security camera. Your dignity would have to take a backseat right now, this was more important than some middle aged man's amusement.

"Um, hey."

That makes you freeze, hand still up in the air, heels lifted at least four inches off the ground and your head turned in the direction away from where the muffled voice came from. With herculean effort, you twist your face, mouth opening slightly in horror as your eyes meet the man who had gently called out to you.

Washed out jeans, a black tee and a leather jacket in a colour so dark so you can't tell if it's blue as well or black. A helmet hides his face from you, sitting snuggly on his head with the visor tipped up that allows you to see his cool, blue eyes, the pale skin underneath pushed up as though the helmet was squeezing his cheeks.

You would have thought how adorable it looked but nothing mattered to you right now as you were horrified by being caught in your 'no one will see me' outfit by a cute biker. You know for sure now that someone somewhere is laughing at you. Maybe it is the cashier.

"I'm not gonna let you have this last box," You hear yourself blurt out defensively and as the words are out in the air, you want to slap yourself. Because apparently you hadn't embarrassed yourself enough.

His eyes crinkle, a chuckle making his chest vibrate. "Oh no, don't worry I wouldn't dream of it." He switches the gatorade and one stick of protein bar to his left hand. "I uh was just going to offer if I could get that for you?"

"Oh," You say stupidly, "Yeah please, that would be great." And finally you peel yourself away from the shelves and step back, feeling your skin get hot with embarrassment.

Nodding, he covers the distance easily with two strides, reaches up and plucks out the box without an hassle. "Ah, the elusive cereal box. They really should install step stools for us vertically challenged folks."

You raise your eyebrows, unable to stop the laugh that leaves your lips making your shoulders relax. "Us? I don't see you struggling to reach the top."

He winks at you. "I was just saying that to make you feel better." He holds the box out to you, "You know these are very sugary."

"Well I happen to like sweet things," You settle the cereal in your basket. "And that's why I also have the clementines to balance things out."

He laughs, shaking his head. For someone who speaks so softly and sweetly, it amazes you how much space he takes up in the aisle. All tall and broad, filling out his jacket in a way that has you fighting to not stare at the way his biceps are straining against the leather. And you feel your cheeks getting warmer, "What?"

"You're a college student?" He asks.

You wince, "My eating habits are that bad that it gave me away so quick?"

He blinks, tilting his head to the side as he gestures to the sweatshirt you have on with your college name stitched on so clearly with a maroon thread.

You look down and the urge to slap yourself returns. Great, another opportunity to embarass yourself and you decided not to pass it up. Bye-bye dreams of becoming someone's backpack. "Right," You cough, clasping the handles of the basket with both of your hands, "Yeah uh I go to college here. Are you a student too?"

To your surprise, he shakes his head, "No I work nearby."

Before you can ask where, you feel your phone buzz loudly in your pocket. Once. Twice. And then thrice. Throwing him an apologetic look, you dig it out to find a barrage of texts from your roommate asking where you were and if you'd gotten the popcorn yet.

Sighing, you shoot back a text saying you'll be there in ten as you sway on your feet, preparing to move. "I should go. It was really nice to meet you..."

"Leon," He adds with a smile, cheeks squishing even more under his helmet.

You return his smile and give him your name in exchange, which has his eyes crinkling deeply. And just before you disappear around the aisle to the cashier, you stop and turn around.

"Hey," You call out to him, waiting as he turns to you, "Friendly tip, there's a cop car that's always parked a few blocks away. It's well hidden behind a few bushes, so it makes it hard to spot." You pat your head, feeling a little foolish and hoping that's the correct sign for 'police' in the viking community. "Be careful so they don't give you a hard time."

Leon grins widely under his helmet, feeling almost giddy. He should leave too if he wants to be up bright and early to report to his post with the cop car a few blocks away.

Leon pats the top of helmet, mirroring you, "Thanks for letting me know! I'll keep an eye out for that."

And this time he watches you as you shuffle on your feet, face contorting like you wanted to say something else but then deciding against it and then almost tripping on your feet before you walked away, your neck suddenly a shade darker.

The same one you just mentioned.

'Good shooting, Cowboy. I had fun just watching you work'

apologies all, i havent written on tumblr in an embarrassing amount of time but ill learn how to properly tag my shit lol

don't know what this is, I'm just Leon and Ada brain rot, enjoy

afab reader, she/her pronouns.

cw: none really??? age gap??? I mean, reader is 29, she works with Terra Seva but it's not mentioned, that's why she knows Leon's and Ada's field of work, that's it,,, I think.

author's note: so, I had this dream, and then kept day dreaming it, so yeah. also, RE8 Ada in mind and DI Leon, kisses. English is not my first language srry

inspired and dedicated to: @postersofleon and their wonderful and angsty af piece of Leon and Ada in RE6

and also to @1eonsk who said that wanted Leon x Ada x reader

Three is my favorite number.

It was late, Leon's chest rested against your back, his soft breath against your neck as he left kisses on it.

"You're being so clingy right now" You giggled as Leon squeezed you and continued kissing your neck and shoulder. "Can you blame me? You're so soft and smell so sweet." His kisses continued as his hands roamed across your body.

He hugged you tightly. "I needed this. After that mission in Alcatraz, I'm so ready to retire." He mumbled, his face sinking on the crook of your neck, taking every corner of the piece of heaven you were.

"Speaking of mission..." As you sat slowly Leon sigh. "She's fine, she always lands on her feet." He said, leaning with an elbow and resting his hand on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.

But even though Leon was great at giving you comfort, the anxious thought stayed on the back of your head, crawling behind your back and making you feel that familiar twist in your stomach.

That reaction became a normal thing dating an agent from the government and a mercenary. "Don't think so loudly, Ada is going to be okay." You snapped your head, finally stopping from being so deep inside your head, sighing. "I know it's just..." He sat next to you now, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

"I know..." Leon continued to kiss your wrist, forearm and the palm of your hand. "You're too good for us... Worrying too much..." A light chuckled left your lips as you caressed his cheek, before you could say anything, the bedroom door opened. "And speak of the devil..." Leon said under his breath.

"Ada..." You quickly stud up and went to embrace her. The woman smiled at you softly, hugging you back, kissing you. "Well hello, beautiful... I like these greetings." She kissed you again, her hands moving to your hips. Ada missed this, missed being home. "And no kiss for me?" Leon asked sarcastically, Ada rolled her eyes. "God, give me a minute."

After the respective hello's and welcome, the three of you finally settled on the bed. Ada hugging you from behind, caressing your arm and looking at you like the precious gift you were in her life. You're head rested on Leon's chest as he looked at Ada.

"You had her worry sick, you should have called." He whispered, not wanting to wake you up. Ada sigh. "I know, but I couldn't, I just hoped she knew I was okay..." Leon chuckled. "She knew, but I had to reassure her a bit, that's all..."

Ada moved her hand and caressed Leon's cheek, he closed his eyes for a second. "I was also worried." He confessed. The woman in red hum. "I'm sorry, to both of you." He smiled a bit. "It's okay, we know..." Leon took her hand on his and kissed it softly.

You moved between them, now your head in Ada's chest and your back pressed to Leon. "You two are talking too much." You mumbled half asleep. Ada smiled a bit, kissing your forehead. "Sorry, sweetheart."

Leon did the same kissing your shoulder. "Yeah, sorry, baby." They looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

Life was good, they had you and they had each other, there wasn't anything else they could ask for as long as the three of you could always sleep together.

fighting the worms in my brain

That are begging me to write a retelling of jane austen’s emma or pride and prejudice

but make it leon kennedy x reader

leon throughout the entirety death island

🐾

DILF Leon