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Just one more time

Pairings: Di! Leon x fem reader

Wc: 6.2k

Summary: Your ex husband want to have his family life again, he needs it.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of alcoholism, exes to lovers(I guess).

Notes: this man have a choke hold on me, isn't even healthy anymore 😭😭

Today was another weekend like any other. Your youngest daughter was going to stay with her father, your ex-husband, Leon. He had already come to pick her up at your apartment and consequently took the little one to his house, as usual.

For now, you were getting ready cautiously, as you didn't have much free time, you decided that today you would go out with some friends, to relax and have fun, after all you needed it.

So you looked at yourself in the large bedroom mirror, admiring yourself in that tight red dress, which highlighted your curves in a gentle but incredibly sexy way. Your hair was tidy, loose, free in the wind, but with not a single strand out of place. Just as you took care of your make-up, you did it with all possible care, from eyeliner to lipstick, all the accessories you put on, which enhanced your beauty even more.

And there you were, admiring yourself in that mirror, turning around and around, it was just a hang out with your friends, of course, but it was the first time you'd given yourself a chance to go out since the end of your marriage to Leon, so it was an important night, to say the least.

Finally, you wore the cologne you always used, and the scent permeated the room and your clothes, sweet and warm, just like you.

One last look, and you were ready. Beautiful, stunning, as usual.

And then you heard a 'ding dong', at this point, you thought it was one of your friends, who had arrived earlier to pick you up? Maybe.

You leave your room and go to the door, but your expectation that it was one of your friends ends at the same moment that you hear a child's cry, which was all too familiar.

As soon as you open the door, you find Leon, staring at you a little blankly as he comforts the little girl, your daughter, who is crying inconsolably in his arms.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I know it was my weekend with her. But ever since I took her, she hasn't stopped crying. She wants to be with you." Leon says, his voice calm and low, as he rocks the little one gently, murmuring sweet words to calm her down.

"No problem, come in."  You offer, and he accepts without a second thought.

You quickly closed the door and turned your attention to the little girl, who was sobbing in Leon's arms.

"Princess, do you want to come into Mommy's arms?" You ask the little girl gently while stroking her brown hair.

The little girl nodded eagerly, raising her little hands for you to take her from Leon's arms.

And so you did, cradling her in your arms, as if her life depended on it. Leon had a worried, even sad look on his face. He didn't need to say anything for you to understand that he felt bad that he hadn't managed to make things go back to the way they were before.

"I don't want to go with Daddy anymore." The little girl whispered, her sobs muffled by the fact that she was buried in your shoulders, crying harder than you expected.

The phrase made Leon's heart bleed, God, how bad it felt to hear it from his own daughter. The words came out slurred from the little girl's mouth, but deep down, that's how she really felt.

"My darling, you know that just as mommy loves you, Daddy loves you too, mh?" You tried to console the little girl by saying these beautiful words, which meant everything, because it was the purest truth.

Leon didn't need to say anything. You knew he was trying to hold back his tears at that moment. You didn't even need to look at him to know.

He hated to think that as well as losing you, he could lose his little girl. And he couldn't deal with that thought. It was too much for him.

He couldn't lose the two people he loved most in the world like that. No, it was too much for him to bear.

The little girl just replied with a simple 'mhm mhm', her sobs had subsided, and she seemed to be calmer now, even though she was still crying.

Leon sneaked up to her, gently stroking her little head, running his fingers through her hair, gently caressing her. He didn't dare speak. He just admired how calm the little girl was in her mother's arms, and he wondered if one day he could give her the same comfort. If he could be a safe haven for her, just as you were.

And he couldn't help but notice how much like you the little girl was, her face was exactly like yours, she had her father's blue eyes, she was beautiful like you, her dark hair was just like her father's. But still, Leon always saw that she was just like you. But even so, Leon always saw a little piece of you in her, and he thought that was one of the most beautiful things in his life.

He let himself hold her little hand and gently stroked it with his thumb. Although his gaze was fixed on the little one, from time to time, he looked at you.

"I want to sleep in your room, Mommy." The little girl whispered, her voice was shaky, but she seemed calmer.

"Of course, sweetheart." You said gently, smiling at her as you carried her in your arms.

Leon followed silently, following your every step all the way to your room, feeling a little more relieved that your daughter wasn't crying anymore, at least.

You reached your bedroom, where you gently laid the little one on the bed, wrapping her in the covers, making her very cozy.

You lay down next to her, propping yourself up with one of your elbows, your other hand stroking her hair. You signaled Leon to sit on the bed, which he did.

And there you were, comforting the little one until she fell asleep. And so it happened, ten or fifteen minutes later she fell asleep, and from the way she let out little snores from time to time, she wasn't going to wake up any time soon.

There was silence, nothing but the little one's breathing, along with the two of you.

A few minutes later, Leon clears his throat, plucking up the courage to speak.

"Can we talk?" He looks at you with those blue eyes that, behind their kindness, ooze genuine sadness.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" You ask softly, staring back at him.

He shook his head, running one hand through his hair, "No. Nothing's happened, I just want to talk to you. Can we?" You knew him too well, and you could tell for sure that although he wanted to appear confident, he was apprehensive.

"Sure, let's go to the kitchen. I can make us both some coffee." You give him a gentle smile, even though you already had some idea of where this conversation was going.

He nods, gets out of bed, and follows you into the kitchen. The walk was silent, nothing but your footsteps coming down the stairs, and consequently walking down the corridor to the kitchen.

Leon takes the liberty of sitting down at the table, smoothing his temple in an attempt to calm himself down a little.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" You ask nonchalantly, picking up the ingredients to make the coffee.

"Us. I want to talk about us." As expected of Leon, he didn't go round in circles. He said what he needed to, and that was that. And it would be no different now.

You look at him, not angrily, much less upset. But intrigued, did he still have feelings? Even after all these months?

You don't answer him. You just start preparing the coffee, and then he says it again, "I miss you. I still have feelings. I still love you." And he didn't expect you to answer him, let alone throw yourself into his embrace as if nothing had happened. He just wanted to open his heart to you.

He followed your figure with his gaze, admiring your silhouette in the kitchen, seeing how beautiful you were. How perfect you looked that night.

"That dress..." He murmured, looking you up and down once again.

You look at him with a little smile, looking at the dress too, "It was a present from you, you gave it to me for my birthday, remember?"

He nods with a slight smile, as if he has a pleasant memory about it.

"I remember you loved it when you saw it. You looked like a little child when you saw it in the vitrine." He says with amusement in his voice.

You can't help but giggle, "And when it was later that day, you arrived in the dress. I remember that night so well."

And he smiled, a genuine smile this time, "Me too, your joy is one of the most striking things in my memory."

You smiled back as you poured the coffee into the mugs, carefully carrying them to the table where he stood.

"Thanks." He murmurs, holding the mug in his hands.

You nodded, sitting down next to him and taking a sip of coffee.

And you stopped to notice him, his neat hair, the perfume he always wore. His shirt, along with his jacket and baggy pants. As always, he didn't stop being handsome for a single second.

Plus, you couldn't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes and the slightly tired expression he had.

Your eyes wander to a small cut on his face, and you ask, "Another mission?"

He nods silently, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Do you think... we could try again?" He asks gently, but without looking at you.

You sigh, running your hands through your hair, before saying, "I don't know Leon... Things are complicated between us. Your work, your problems with alcohol. And it's just... complicated..."

He looks at you, those blue eyes that take your breath away every time that you could spend all day looking into.

"I know... I know I screwed everything up..." He admits between sighs.

You put your hand over his in a gesture of affection.

His eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"You know... I've been trying to change... I'm slowly cutting down on alcohol. Really... besides, I've been taking a break from work." And he seemed sincere. You had no reason to doubt him.

"That's good. That's great for you." A real smile appeared on your face, even though you had heard this phrase a few times before.

"I feel lonely without you." He finally says, sensitive words coming out in a whisper.

And in fact, it wasn't a lie. It was a reality. He said it from the bottom of his soul, from the bottom of his heart. You were his rock, the person he could share all the secrets, all the missions, all the shit that happened in his life. A confidant, who he could tell everything, and he wouldn't be judged. On the contrary, you would welcome him into your embrace, caressing him and advising him. Doing your best to make him feel safe, secure, so that finally, if only for a brief moment, he could just be Leon.

Without having to be the cool, cold, strategizing agent, no, with you, he was just Leon, and he just loved that.

He could be himself. He felt like that young man before things happened in Raccoon City, a normal man, with the woman he loved and the fruit of their love, a beautiful little girl.

With you, he felt free, to cry, to smile, to complain. For everything, he didn't have to fear, because you were a joy to him, you were what kept him sane every time he came home from those damn missions, every time he woke up in the morning, he couldn't wait to see your face beside him. Just to see you, sleeping like an angel next to him.

And you knew all this. You knew how lonely he felt, how closed off he could become. But you always found a way, a way for him to open up to you and trust you even more.

"I know... I know..." Was the only thing you could say because you also felt bad about the situation. How could you not? You had been hurt just as much as he had in this relationship.

"I know I made a mistake, I know. And I blame myself every day for it, but I wanted a chance. We can try, we can be a family again." This time, he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly.

You find yourself staring at the now empty coffee mug. The gentle rain was falling outside, and from time to time, you could hear the drops falling on the window.

For some reason, this comfortable climate reminded you of when the two of you would lie on the sofa and watch a movie cuddling. As if nothing else mattered. And you missed it so much now.

You face him, plucking up the courage to say, "What if it's all the same? What if our relationship ends the same way?"

They were fair questions. After all, despite being a man of his word, Leon might not keep his word. At the end of the day, he was a human being like any other, and he could make mistakes just the same.

He was quick to squeeze your hand and gently planted a kiss on your palm, "I swear, I promise you it will be different. I've changed, I'm trying my best to be a good father to our daughter. Just as if you let me, I want to be a better husband."

And that was enough to make your heart skip beats. You wanted to throw yourself into his arms, hug him, kiss him madly, as if nothing else mattered.

But your mind said no, but your heart screamed and cried out for him. How could you ignore him? He was the man you loved, right there, willing to try again.

"Leon... I don't know... it's not that I don't trust you, I just... get apprehensive, you know?" And you were being honest, but you still didn't have the courage to face him. And once again, you find yourself staring at the empty mug, looking for any other distraction.

"I know, I'm not asking you to forgive me now. You can take as long as you like, but all I'm asking is that you think. I want another chance, just this once." His voice was clear, full of affection.

And again, your body betrays you. You surrender to his words, an almost indiscreet smile appears on your face, God, you wanted him so much. Just as he wanted you.

There's no explanation, you're made for each other, you're soul mates, there's no other reason.

Those blue eyes, scanning you, looking for any sign, any little sign.

And as a way of trying to lighten the mood, you took your mug and his and washed them.

And for a moment, his eyes grew sad. He didn't want to let go of your hand, let alone have you move away from him.

He sighed audibly, leaning back a little more in his chair. His eyes didn't stop following you for a single minute.

A few minutes after washing the mugs, you lean against the sink, cross your arms, and look at Leon with a discreet smile. You're trying to find the right words to say to him.

"You can..." You stop talking mid-sentence, your eyes roaming around the kitchen nervously.

And that was more than enough to catch his attention, who approached you, standing in front of you.

"What? Do you want to tell me something?" Leon asks, with a clear tone of curiosity in his voice.

You smiled a little shyly, feeling like a silly young girl at the moment, "Can you sleep here?"

And that seemed to take him by surprise, but not in a bad way. It didn't take long for a broad smile to appear on his face, as if you had just given him news that would brighten his night, and indeed it would.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say." He gently takes both your hands, caresses them, and plants a kiss on each.

You giggled, letting yourself be carried away by the moment. Meanwhile, the rain was getting worse outside, and the weather was getting a little worse outside, but that only made it more comfortable inside your house.

"So... shall I take you to your room? It's getting late." Leon tells you, but you both know it's just another excuse for you to cuddle and spend at least one night together.

"Yes... we can go there." You take his hand, gently guiding him to your room.

However, he stops you, soon carrying you in his arms. Carrying you in a bridal style.

"Leon... you don't have to..." You whispered, but it was clear that you loved being cuddled like this in his arms.

"I want to, please. I want to feel you in my arms." And he gave you a light kiss on the forehead, snuggling you even closer into his arms.

And you never ceased to be impressed by him, the way he carried you so easily, even when you were pregnant, he carried you as if you were just a feather.

And to be honest, he loved it, loved how lovely you felt in his arms, how safe he made you feel.

After a while, you both arrive in the bedroom, only to see your daughter sleeping peacefully in your bed. She looked like a little angel.

"I'm taking her to her room." Leon whispers to you as he gently sets you down.

And soon he too carried the little girl up to her room, not taking long to return. And as soon as he walked back into your room and saw your figure sitting on the bed, looking at him with that adorable smile, he couldn't help but let a sly grin escape.

In the blink of an eye, there he was, embracing you as he gently laid you down on the bed, holding you tightly in his arms.

"You have no idea how much I miss you..." A muffled voice comes from Leon's lips as he rests his head on your chest.

And you start playing with his hair, stroking it from time to time.

"I know... I miss you too, Lee..." And his heart fluttered when you called him that, the nickname you gave him yourself, and he loved it every time you called him that.

He squeezed you tighter, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. Not in a rough way, but strong enough to hold you in place. And on that cold night, you felt that your bed was warm, and more than that, it was cozy, inviting. And that's just because Leon was there, that's all. He had that effect, that effect on you, if the two of you were together, even the worst of situations became tolerable.

"You don't know how self-controlled I am. All I want to do is kiss you, you're stunning tonight." And you could feel his fingers moving gently on your hips, making little circles.

You giggled again, "I think I can imagine."

He smiled along with you, starting to kiss and nibble your neck affectionately, without rushing, just doing it passionately.

You let out a heavy breath, clinging tighter to him. At this point, your heart was pounding. You felt like a teenager again, feeling silly and youthful.

And in an even gentle way, he began to caress your thighs, giving them light squeezes.

While he was still kissing and nibbling on your neck, which gradually became more intense.

"That's good, Lee..." You let out a slight gasp, which was basically music to his ears.

"I know, babe. I know." His teeth drag across your skin, a sensation that could easily give you goosebumps.

His hand went under your dress, giving him the opportunity to caress your bare skin, which made him even more aroused.

And you let a soft moan escape from your lips, as soon as you felt his warm hands touch your thighs. And you realized how much you missed him, how much you missed his touch and his love, and of course, so did he.

And slowly, he began to move upwards with his mouth, going all over your neck until he reached your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses. Soon, he was on your cheeks, and finally, pressing a hot, passionate kiss to your lips.

The way you two kissed, while romantic, could be considered thirsty because you wasted no time in sliding your tongues into each other's mouths, deepening the kiss quickly. As if the two of you couldn't wait another second.

"Fuck... I've missed you so much." He says in a husky voice, his thumb rubbing your lower lip affectionately.

And frankly, the way you looked at him, the way your lips were parted and you were gasping for breath, was enough to fill his body with lust.

And once again he captures your lips in a sensual kiss, now beginning to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass, pushing you even harder against him.

"Leon..." You moan into his lips, letting him squeeze and caress your body however he wants.

He gives you a little smile, biting your bottom lip in response.

"I'll make it worth your while, don't worry." He whispers, now he's playing with the flaps of your panties, gently caressing your soft skin.

And you took the liberty of sliding your hands under his shirt, feeling his strong, chiseled chest. Your fingers explored every corner, as if for the first time, and you could bet he was enjoying it, the way he let out sweet whispers against your lips.

And he broke away from you for a moment, only to remove his shirt and jacket, making you salivate at the privileged view of his chest.

"You know I love it when you look at me like that, don't you?" He teases, as he watches you bite your lower lip.

You sit on the bed, leaning on his waist as you kiss and lick his chest, just the way he loved it.

And you can see the lust shining in his eyes, a fervor that wouldn't cease any time soon. He put one hand in your hair, smoothing it while saying sweet words of encouragement, because more than anything he wanted you to continue.

And slowly you reached for his belt, and you could already see the bulge forming in his pants, and you used your fingers to caress the spot, eliciting a soft grunt from him.

And there you were again, giving him soft, gentle kisses over the bulge in his pants, just as a way of teasing him even more, and he seemed to be enjoying it, as his hips trembled from time to time.

And when you finally removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, leaving him with just his boxers. He took a deep breath, in a way to contain himself, to regain his composure.

"No... no, darling." With a slight push, he lifts your face, making you look at him, you had a confused expression, then asked, "Don't you want to?"

He smiles and nods, "I want it more than anything, but tonight, tonight I'm going to pamper you. I'm going to pamper you from head to toe."

And with that he lays you back on the bed, standing over you and whispering sweet words, "Tonight I'm going to make my redemption. For making you feel alone in this marriage," he begins to kiss your cheeks, pressing your body against him.

"Tonight I'm going to show you how loved and adored you are by me, understand? I'm going to do what I should have done at our marriage."

And with that, he kissed your entire face, your cheeks, forehead, lips, nose, every corner of your face.

His hands danced all over your body, caressing and squeezing, massaging every tense spot on your body. He wanted you to be completely relaxed because he was going to take care of you tonight.

You just nodded, letting yourself be carried away by him, letting him take complete control of the situation because at the end of the day, you didn't give a damn. You needed it as much as he did.

He pulled your dress up to your waist, and you felt the cold air hit your bare skin, but it soon passed when you felt his big, warm hands on your thighs. Massaging each spot, kissing and nibbling lightly, and drawing moans from your lips.

"God... you're going to ruin me like this," You teased, looking at him with a playful smile.

But his naughty grin was the perfect response, "That's my intention, baby."

And a lovely sound falls from your mouth as his fingers barely touch your wet surface, and you can feel your soaked panties.

He kissed and nibbled your inner thighs, dragging his tongue there from time to time, keeping one hand on your hips, to steady you, and the other stroking your core over the cheap fabric of your panties.

Involuntarily, your hips began to move against his hand, desperately seeking more friction.

"My pretty girl, are you that wet? Just for a few touches, mh?" He teases, sliding your panties aside with one of his fingers, threatening to put it inside, the tip of his finger caressing your entrance.

"Mhmm..." You whimpered, looking at him with a sly face, almost begging him to continue.

And he giggled, sliding your panties down between your legs, taking them off and throwing them in a corner of the room.

And there was that vision of paradise in his eyes, your pussy wet, dripping, all because of him.

He just laughed again, shaking his head, "You know damn well I can't resist you." And without giving you a choice, he buried his head between your legs, holding you firmly by the hips, preventing you from squirming.

"Leon.. God." You moaned shyly, feeling him give you sloppy kisses all over your intimate area, sliding his tongue around the spot, making you even more excited.

"My baby is always so wet for me, always ready for me. You're a naughty girl, but I can't complain." He smiles, sliding his tongue into your center, almost starting to enter your entrance.

You gasp, your body arching at the delicious sensation of his hot muscle working on your needy cunt.

With his thumb he stroked your clit, making circular movements, calm and firm, he knew exactly where to touch you.

"Fuck... Leon..." You whined, putting one of your hands on his head, pushing him towards you.

He grunted, but didn't complain. On the contrary, he grabbed onto your legs and started fucking you with his tongue, without the slightest mercy.

"Holy shit, oh... oh..." You moaned audibly, thrusting your hips against his lips looking for more contact, as if that were possible.

You felt so close, head empty and heavy, body hot and bothered. You were close, but so close. And he didn't help either, he ate you like a caged animal that hadn't had a meal in months.

"Cum on my tongue, go on. Do it for me," and once again he planted lazy kisses on your intimate area, licking and kissing, not stopping to caress your clit for a second.

And to finish, he pinched lightly on your clit, dragging his tongue all over your pussy, which was enough for you to moan his name out loud, pushing him against you even more. Your thighs pressed against his head, and he loved it.

He loved it when you held him like this, giving him the opportunity to continue kissing you after orgasm.

"Oh...oh... God." You whispered, your lips parted as you breathed heavily, your body trembling and sweaty. The sensation was too good, impossible to regain consciousness that quickly.

"Good girl, you taste fucking good, you know that, don't you?" Leon says, licking his lips and wiping his fingers, licking slowly to feel the sweetness he loved so much.

You smile at him, still catching your breath from the intense orgasm. And before he did anything else, he finished taking off your dress, taking off your bra with it.

And now you were completely exposed to him, and you could see that gleam in his eye, an unusual hard-on, which he only felt for you. Only you.

Without wasting much time, he removes his boxers, and his member almost jumps out. Hard and ready, with a little of pre-cum running down the head of his dick.

"You're perfect, just perfect." He murmurs to you, looking your naked body up and down, masturbating at the sight.

"Be good to me and spread those beautiful legs, mh? Can you spread them for me, princess?" And as if it were an order you obeyed, spreading your legs and giving him the perfect angle.

"Yes, good girl." He pressed your knees together, directing them towards your chest, slowly fitting himself into you.

And it worked like magic. He positioned himself between your legs, stroking his member before putting it into you, little by little, centimeter by centimeter.

You both moaned as you felt him go all the way in, stretching your tight, velvety walls.

Soon, he was all the way in, leaning some of his weight on you, holding onto his elbows, while you wrapped your legs around his hips, preventing him from moving away.

"Fuck, I've already put a baby in you, and you're still this tight," He growled in your ear, starting to thrust harder.

And all you could do was mumble things here and there, most of which made no sense. You had no control over yourself at this point, you just wanted to surrender to him, and that's what you did.

Skin colliding with skin, you scratching his back as his name kept escaping your lips, and he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

And he'd leave you whimpering loudly as soon as he hit one of your sweet spots, the way he'd hit that spot, he knew all your weaknesses, when he could and couldn't touch, what it's like when to touch, he knew perfectly.

"What about these tits here?" He teases, while with one hand, he caresses and plays with your nipples. Stretching between his fingers, it was a little uncomfortable, but it was good in a way.

"Ohh..mhmm.." All you could say was as soon as he put his warm mouth on your right breast, and his hand caressed and massaged the left one.

His tongue curled around your nipple as he sucked on your breast like there was no tomorrow, and it was sure to leave a mark the next day.

All you could hear in that room was the moans of pleasure, the bodies crashing against each other.

And with a 'pop' noise, he removed his mouth from your breast. Smiling at you in a cheeky way, seeing how surrendered to him you were.

"You're close, aren't you? Why don't you act like a good girl and cum for me, Hm?" And God, those words could get you off the ground in a matter of seconds.

As a way of stimulating you further, he starts massaging your clit in circles, helping you reach your limit even more.

"Leon... ahhh. Leon." You moaned desperately, nails digging into his back, legs wrapped around him as a way of holding on even tighter. You can be sure that tomorrow those nail marks would be clearly visible on his back.

"Yeah, come on, fuck - if you keep squeezing me like that, I'm going to cum too." He grunted, grinding his hips into you.

He was losing himself more and more, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter, and you could feel his cock twitching in you, more and more.

"Mhm.. Leon, I'm gonna cum." You murmured, feeling your body go further with his touches.

As a quick response, he started thrusting even faster, his cock slamming into your deepest places, hitting your g-spot again and again.

And there you go, your head goes blank, your body writhes and you let out a loud moan, calling out his name. Your body arched sharply, crashing into Leon's chest. I don't even need to tell you what a mess you've made of his cock, your fluids making it even wetter.

All he did was give you a satisfied smile, crushing his lips against yours, giving you a hot, sloppy kiss.

And now he pressed your legs against your chest, putting you in a mating press. Smashing his cock into you, hard and deep, he was searching for his own limit. And it certainly wouldn't be long because of the way you held him, your warm, wet walls sucking him inside, like the most impure image in the world.

And with one final thrust he finished inside, letting moans and grunts of pleasure come from his lips. And there was the scene, he filled you with his cum, which was deep inside you. And it was a strangely good feeling, you felt full when it happened.

And as soon as he'd finished, he lay on top of you, crushing you with his weight, but he was still holding on so he wouldn't fall all over you.

And there you both were, covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting and bodies glued together, still connected in the most intimate way possible.

"I fucking love you. Do you hear me?" he whispers, looking at you with the gentlest, most adoring eyes.

You smile, a tired but satisfied smile, "I know, I love you too." Sincere and simple words that came out of you, but that left him in a state of ecstasy.

He was quick to bring your lips together in a passionate kiss, embracing you gently.

That's what he wanted to hear, he needed reassurance, reassurance that he could try again. That he could win you back again, and he wouldn't stop until that happened.

"I'm going to make you mine again, my sweet wife." He murmurs into your lips, full of affection and tenderness.

You giggle, running your hand through his dark hair. You knew how insistent he was, and that he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

And after a few more kisses, he lay down next to you, tired of holding his own weight. And then he took your left hand, where you wore your wedding ring, then grabbed your ring finger and played with it.

"I'm going to make you wear a wedding ring again, do you hear me? I'm going to make you marry me again, no matter what I have to do." He smiles gently, giving your palm a few kisses.

"I'll wait for that, Kennedy." You tease him in a playful way, pinching his cheeks.

And for a moment, he thought, and then began to speak, "You know, how about tomorrow we spend the day together? Me, you, and our daughter? We can watch some movies in the morning, and in the afternoon we can go for a walk in the park." He suggested excitedly, hoping that you would accept.

And you smiled so broadly that you couldn't hide it. You grabbed him in a tight hug.

"Of course, of course. It'll be great." You answered him just as excitedly.

And then he put your hair behind your ear, holding your face with both hands, then he began to talk in a more seductive way, "And in the night, we can go out for dinner. Just you and me, what do you think? I can call Claire, and she can stay with our daughter. And we'll both have the whole night to ourselves. Sounds good?" He knew you too well, and of course you wouldn't reject his proposal, not even if you wanted to.

You nodded eagerly, hugging him once more.

He smiled, returning the hug.

"Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a great day." And he was going to make sure of it, you bet.

It wasn't long before the two of you were cuddling, getting lost in each other's caresses. The familiarity of being safe in your lover's arms made you fall asleep quickly, just as he fell asleep right after you. He couldn't ask for more. He was close to you, and he would try anything to make your relationship work this time, and he would make his promise count.

Because this time he was going to be the man you needed, the husband he should have been, he was going to do the right things this time. He was going to make you the happiest woman in the universe, just as you, just by being close to him, made him the happiest man in the world.

forever, my favorite leon series <3

Dove (part eight)

Leon Kennedy x female reader (bodyguard trope, domestic fluff and the slowest, slow burn I swear) Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven.

Leon emerges from the garage, a folding chair tucked under his arm, and locks the door – as always - behind him.

“Success.” He smiles, using his other arm to hold it out in demonstration before carrying it into the bathroom. He unfolds it in a swift motion, placing it right against the sink, with its back to the side. “What else do we need?”

“A jug or something, maybe, to rinse? Probably awkward just with the taps.” As if it’s not already awkward enough that the man assigned for your protection is about to wash your hair.

“Got it.” He strides over to the kitchen to start opening various cupboards in search, whilst you carry the shampoo and conditioner over to the sink counter one by one in preparation, before grabbing a couple of towels. Finally, you shrug off the zip-up you’d thrown over upon leaving the bathroom what must’ve only been five minutes ago, a black tank top underneath. You reason no matter how careful you know Leon will be, it’s going to get damp.

You take the sling and the zip-up and drape them over the back of the couch for later, when Leon pops up from below the kitchen counter, raising his hand to show off the jug as if it was a trophy.

“Got it!”

You smile at his demonstration and head into the bathroom, expecting Leon to follow but his footsteps cease.

“Jeez, Dove.” He sucks in air between his teeth in sympathy, eyes fixed on your back - deep purple and yellow bruises all across your shoulder blades. “No wonder you can’t stretch up – got some nasty bruises back there.”

“What?” You turn your head to the right, but all you get is a twinge of pain for your troubles.

“Looks real tender. A lot worse than the other night.” You open your mouth to question what he means by that, but you remember that he’d seen your back previously when he’d helped you undress.

“Oh…” You’d shrug if you knew it wouldn’t hurt. “Must’ve been from the stairs.”

Or the creature throwing you against the wall.

“Yeah…” He nods before following you into the bathroom and placing the jug down besides the sink. “Right. Take a seat, please.”

You sit down, tentatively, on the folding chair and lean your head back, trying to make it meet the sink. The chair’s a little too low, your head awkwardly on the ledge and you sit back up, panic bubbling in your stomach.

“Actually, this is probably not goi-“

Leon holds out a hand – stopping himself from grabbing you by the shoulders to keep you seated in fear of causing you pain. “Got an idea. Wait a second.”

He turns and leaves the bathroom as you remain sitting awkwardly, before he returns with a throw cushion from the couch. “This’ll boost you up a bit. At least give it a go, hey?”

You stand up whilst he places it down on the seat and, again, you sit down cautiously, adjusting your position. It has helped elevate you, perhaps a tad too much, but Leon is already a step ahead – rolling up one of the hand towels and sliding it between your neck and the sink counter.

“There, balanced out. Comfortable enough?”

“Mm-hm. Thanks.”

He leans over you to turn on the taps, fiddling with the temperature and running his own fingers through it before filling the jug up in preparation.

“Ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

He pours a small splash of pleasantly warm water over your scalp before pausing. “Water temperature okay?”

You can’t help but laugh at the question. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“And what’s so funny?” He looks down at you, his brows quizzical.

“You. I mean…” You bite back another laugh. “You, sounding like a hairstylist.”

“Well,” he tilts his head in thought, “let’s just see how this goes first. Could be something else to add to my ever-expanding resume.”

Leon proceeds to pour the jug of water over your scalp, being mindful of the steristrips still in place on your forehead. You’ve got a good angle as he leans over of his jawline, defined, looks to be freshly shaved but you hadn’t seen any razors on the counter top.

It clicks, then. Of course there wouldn’t be. Protocol – you hear it in Leon’s voice. When this is all over, you hope you never hear that word again.

Next, he opens up the shampoo bottle and squirts out an amount, lathering it up between his palms.

“I’d recommend you close your eyes from here on out – just in case.”

You do so - closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as he begins to lather the shampoo through your hair, methodical in his work, scrunching his fingers into the roots. You thought it’d feel horribly awkward once he’d started this part, the same way you do at the hairdressers if truth be told, staring up awkwardly at the ceiling, but as Leon continues to massage your scalp, you feel more calm and relaxed than you have in not only days, but maybe even weeks. Once satisfied, he begins to rinse it out with the aid of the jug of water, holding one of his palms horizontal against your forehead, acting as a barrier to any water or shampoo that might dare to run down.

“Conditioner too?”

“Please.”

Leon’s never done this for anyone before, but he takes it as seriously as he does when cleaning his weapons – thorough and methodical, wants to do a good job. You look so content as he massages your scalp – a warm feeling in his stomach to know that the blissful smile on your lips is from his touch and attentions alone. A thought bubbles up – positions reversed, wondering what it would feel like to have your fingers massaging into his scalp.

He knows you’re meant to let conditioner sit for a moment, so he keeps running his fingers through your hair whilst he waits - completely entranced by the peaceful look on your face, the subtle smile on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t hold off forever, no matter how long he wants to stay in that moment – not return to reality with its bioweapons and questions from Hunnigan. It is with reluctance that he fills the jug and begins to rinse your hair a couple of times, making sure it’s completely washed out. “Okay…” He scrunches your hair carefully to try and rid it of the excess water. “I think that’s that step done, so towel or brush next?”

You open your eyes and lift your head, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he waits for your response. “Erm, towel. Would you mind…?”

He’s already reached over for one and drapes it over your head. “I just kinda…” He mimics the action of towel-drying his own hair.

You hold back a laugh. “That’s the one.”

“Right.” He puts his example into practice, a little more cautious than he would be with his own hair. “Then brush?”

“If that’s okay. Hopefully tomorrow it won’t be as sore, so I can do it an-“

“I won’t mind. Just let me know, okay?”

You nod, and he looks so focused as he starts to run the brush through your hair, mindful of pulling at tangles. You’ve seen the same look when he heads out for his perimeter checks – he’s taken this whole thing as seriously as he does his work. You feel like you could cry at how gentle he’s been with you, going above and beyond with everything.

Truth be told, the care Leon had provided you in the last few days has been more than you’d ever received from your jerk of an ex-boyfriend from however long ago it now was. Everything had seemed too much for him, any request met with a sigh or a huff of annoyance.

“Thank you. I know you said I don’t have to thank you but, you know, everything you’ve done for me is just…”

“You’re welcome, Dove.” His smile is bashful, the arm comes up to rub his neck and you can’t help but wonder if you make him feel as nervous as you feel. “Can I help with the sling?”

“That’d be great.” You follow him back out to the living room where he picks it up off the back of the sofa and swiftly gets your arm situated once more, making subtle adjustments with gentle touches until he’s happy with the fit.

“That feel okay?” He asks, a cautious palm hovering over your good shoulder.

“Perfect.” You reply, feeling goosebumps travel up your other arm from his proximity.

Leon seems to notice immediately, picking up on body language cues had been a part of his training after all. “Here,” he picks up the zip-up, helping you thread one arm through before draping the other side over your shoulder. “You looked a little cold.”

There’s a sharp pain in your eye, ruining your train of thought. “Ow.” You wince, ducking your head down in reflex.

“Did I hurt you? Shit.“ Was he too rough with the sling? Maybe you had some sort of head wound that the medic missed? There’s no chance for you to reply, though. “Here, sit down,” there’s a warm palm at the small of your back as he ushers you down to the sofa before he crouches down in front. “What hurts?”

“Nothing, I swear. I…” You rub your eye with your good hand before looking back up, blinking furiously to try and ease the irritation. “I think it’s an eyelash.”

“Can I take a look?”

“Yeah.” You nod, leaning in.

“Look up again for me?” He doesn’t know why he does it – could play it off as keeping your head still so he didn’t poke you in the eye – but he cups your cheek with one hand and gently presses his index finger of his other near your watering eyeline, catching the culprit.

“Got it.” He smiles, before gently wiping the spilt tears with his thumb. “Better?”

“Thanks.” You look back down, meeting his blue eyes, feeling heat prickle over your cheeks. You’re closer than you thought.

You should move back.

Leon knows he should let go.

You lean forward.

Leon’s palm slips from your cheek to caress the back of your head, gently, tangling his fingers in your damp hair.

You place your hand on his thigh then, steadying yourself, and close your eyes.

You can feel Leon’s exhale of breath across your lips, another arm slipping around your waist and…

Beep.

You swear your heart jumps up into your throat as Leon’s pocket begins to beep continuously, a harsh, piercing noise. He jumps up to his feet, one hand digging his cell out of his pocket and the other going for his holster.

“Fuck - perimeter alarm.” He mutters, tapping something on the screen to make the horrendous noise stop, though it continues to echo around your head.

“What does that mean?” Your voice is tight, heart pounding in your ears.

“Something’s tripped it.” He mutters, before catching the look on your face. Good job being reassuring, Kennedy. “I’m sure it’ll be nothing, Dove. Probably an animal or, hell, even a strong gust of wind can do it if the angle’s right.” He’s heading towards the garage door again and you awkwardly turn, following his path, watching as he fishes the keys out of a pocket. “I need you to stay right there whilst I go check it out, okay?”

“Is that safe?”

“You’re safe in here – I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“No, I know.” And you do, you believe it with your whole heart. “But I mean, if it's not an animal or the wind... Will you be safe?”

He can’t help but grin as he withdraws his gun, clicking the safety off. “They won't be.”

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

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this would make such a good like full fledged fic esp with di leon

Prompt: Leon teaches reader how to use a gun by demonstrating with nerf guns.

Haven’t been too active and that’s bc I’m fighting my university😍 um…have this cute and funny moment I’ve been thinking about 🩷

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“No,” he instructs, “You’re supposed to aim right before you shoot. Otherwise, you’re just wasting bullets and it’s—“

“I’m going to shoot,” you said disregarding his instruction. You curled your finger on the trigger and shot the nerf gun. Only for the fake bullet to completely miss the can of Coca Cola.

Leon deadpans and his lips thin into a line, “You…didn’t even aim…”

You flashed him an innocent smile and reloaded it, “That’s what I do with most games. I spam shoot.”

He could stare at you with what seems to be combination of shock, concern, amusement, and perhaps confusion. You were a lost cause if you were ever get to hold a real gun.

“I’m so glad you don’t work in the force,” he muttered under his breath as he watched you, yet again, shoot aimlessly like a crazy lunatic with an automatic rifle.

THE LEFT ART IS LIT SHADES OF GRAY THE MOTORCYCLE BIT...

HROQKPDJWOS HE LOOKS SO MAJESTIC KEN SATO AHHH 😍😍 OP UR A DEARIE

The duality of a man

Just some lighting and colour studies with the the dilf Leon ;), he’s one of my favourite versions of him as y’all can tell

don't worry guys Leon's just gonna give Luis an aggressive hug!!

(text in comic)

Leon: Luis!?

Luis: Sancho!

Leon: Luis...

Luis: Sancho!! ^-^

Leon: LUIS!!!

Leon: WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME YOU WERE STILL ALIVE

Luis: ¡Mierda! not again!

THE END

( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

if Luis survived and was in death island

leon throughout the entirety death island

kinda guy to call someone “sweet pea” and i’m so sick of pretending he’s not

I REBLOGED TO THE WRONG UFKCING ACCOUNT </3 anyways part 3 *throws a bunch of memes @ you*

this 1s just the entirety of death island

leon and chris

so sad krauser never got to see re6, ID, DI, or vendetta leon..... 😞 tragic....

something something leon kennedy something something

Headcanons of watching movies/ shows with Leon

This is heavily inspired by the fact that I've been sitting on my ass and watched 3 seasons of game of thrones in 2 days.

Also requests are open! Currently working on a Death island leon fic/ headcanons

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It all started like any other day, it was a Friday night and you and leon has just gotten the break that you both desperately needed. None of you had the energy to go out for a romantic dinner, so why not relax at home and order some take out.

While leon has gone inside to freshen up tou decided to start browsing for some shows, that's when you found the one (what ever show/movie you want it to be)

Not long after leon finaly comes back with a towel in on his head fully dressed. He sees what you have on the TV and with one look, he was already hooked.

The two of you would sit down on your asses for HOURS watching episode after episode and season after season.

There would be moments in the show where the main character has a touching moment with a parent/ friend, and you couldn't help but start to tear up every so often when that would happen.

While it took a little bit more for leon to start the water works, when ever you would start to get emotional over a scene he would IMEADTLY take notice. In that moment all he would do was move closer to you and wrap his arm arround you while his hand caressed your shoulder.

Leon might not be good with his words, but he tried his best for you.

If you and leon were to ever get addicted to watching a TV show/ movie series it would be like clock work for you both. Wake up watch TV, eat and sleep ofcourse all while sitting close to eachother and making your own commentary about the show.

If it's a horror movie u best belive that Leon is going me ve the type that would say "there's no need to be scared him right here" and then ends up being the one cuddled up in your arms while waiting for the next jumpscare to happen. It's absolutely adorable. "Oh don't worry, nothis going to happen now, the ghost just killed someone so it should be some time befo-" and just like that the ghost popped up again catching you both off guard but this time you were equally as scared and holding onto leon for dear life.

You can not tell me this man wouldn't love a good rom com every once in a while and ESPICALY if it's one of those rom coms that's self aware.

"I CANT HE JUST DID THAT AFTER ALL THEY HAVE BEEN THROUGH"

" EXACTLY! he's such an ass hole, and how in the world did she not see all the red flags, the girls colour blind"

Leon would always make sure to give his two sence about the conflict in those types of movies.

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I had so much fun writing this and still have more so I'm probably going to make a part 2 of this soon!

⑅˖How you met Leon˖⑅

This occurs during a zombie breakout.(you can use any Leon)

You meet him during your school lockdown. College to be specific.

It was any other day for you until you heard the alarm bell going off and an announcement going over the PA system. They didn't tell you the specific details, the only way you knew what was going on was when you heard the sound of a loud gunshot followed by a loud thud coming from the hallway.

Instantly you flew up from your chair and ran to the nearest emergency room. Slamming the door loudly behind you and from there it was darkness, no windows, no nothing just a dark room.

You sat there for what felt like hours listening to the pitter patter outside your door but then the noises stopped. Then the emergency door rattled loudly and you could hear someone on the other side slamming against the door. With nowhere to go you just stood at the far end of the room waiting for whatever was banging on the door to bust in but that's when a tall handsome blonde broke down the door.

He didn't give you anytime to understand the situation, quickly grabbing your arm and yanking you out of the room.

"Who are you, a cop?"

"I was" is all he said.

"What do you mean you were??"

don't worry guys Leon's just gonna give Luis an aggressive hug!!

(text in comic)

Leon: Luis!?

Luis: Sancho!

Leon: Luis...

Luis: Sancho!! ^-^

Leon: LUIS!!!

Leon: WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME YOU WERE STILL ALIVE

Luis: ¡Mierda! not again!

THE END

( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

if Luis survived and was in death island