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Luis is, unfortunately, one lucky man. He isn’t sure why the universe has allowed him to keep living with little repercussions. It makes no sense to him why he isn’t currently rotting behind bars, but he knows a large part of that reason is because of his knight in shining armor—Leon S. Kennedy.
Leon is far too good to him, much more than Luis deserves. His kindness is festering a horrible guilt in his stomach, and Luis just wants to atone for his mistakes. He wants to make it up to Leon, even if that means offering up his body and relinquishing his control.
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30 Jun 2026
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Leon gets a little too in his head sometimes. Luis wants to help him relax.
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In a stolen moment, Grace spots a wedding band on Leon's finger. In a desperate moment, she pleads for Sherry to get in contact with his estranged wife. In an impossible moment, Leon is reunited with someone he thought he lost almost twenty years ago.
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28 Jun 2026
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Waking up in captivity alongside Luis, Leon expects only one thing—to make it out alive. But fate has already decided the price of that freedom.
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26 Jun 2026
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caution to the wind (but i've got a lousy arm) by stars_boy
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
28 Apr 2023
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A strong hand on either hip, Luis guides his thrusts.
“There we go, querido.” He speaks in a low voice, tone dropped and accent thick. “Feel good?”
Leon chokes on his breath, spits out a rushed, “Yes. God, yes.”
Sparks fly behind his eyelids with how hard he keeps them squeezed shut, and the muscles in his arm strain with the effort of holding the pillow close to him in a vice grip. His hips stutter every few thrusts, and he chases a high that he can feel creeping up on him.
His pants still hug his hips, the fly open. The shirt has fallen back down his chest, the wet spot from his teeth and tongue and spit sticks to his stomach, caught between his body and the pillow and held there.
“Who’s making you feel this good?” Luis asks.
Under his breath, Leon answers. “You.”
The radiator hums. The rain patters against the window.
One hand leaves his hip to cup the side of his face. A thumb draws the outline of his lips, hovers at his Cupid’s bow. “Say my name, Leon.”
or;
In which Leon indulges in his fantasies and Luis overhears.