NOT SO MESSY

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 :)

does anyone have any recs for leon comfort fics i’ve just had the worst past 5 days of my life and this morning did not get better

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???

hi hewwo💤

after my own heart

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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.” 

RESIDENT EVIL 4 (2023)

YEEEHAW

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.