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kennedyswhore · 9 months

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grief.

summary: the five stages of grief recorded as five short tape logs from leon as he deals with an event involving you.

content: leon kennedy x gender neutral!reader, angst, grief, death, alcoholism, self-destructive behavior, isolation, depression, bad eating habits

notes: literally not even joking i had to take a break multiple times while writing this bc i couldn't stop crying for some reason. you can imagine any versions of leon, i had one of the older ones in my mind while writing this hence his alcoholism. dedicated to @emilzke!

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recording log number one, denial. the first of the five stages of grief. in this stage, the world becomes meaningless and overwhelming. life makes no sense. his reality has shifted completely. it can take his mind time to adjust to his new reality. he reflects on the experiences he has shared with you, and he might find himself wondering how to move forward in life without you. he wonders how he can go on, if he can go on, why he should go on.

leon picked up the handheld recorder and turned it on, letting out a heavy sigh. not too long ago, his therapist had recommended recording his feelings to get to know his emotions better, hoping that the act of voicing his thoughts would help bring him some sort of inner peace. but both his and the therapist's hopes was in vain, as the words he uttered only served to remind him of his brokenness.

he has been doing nothing but avoiding every single one of his responsibilities, his apartment messy with bottles of alcohol everywhere. he avoided work calls, calls from his friends, or the knocks in his door. he didn't want to do anything, he couldn't bear to see the world outside without you in it. ever since you died, he had been fantasizing someone will call to say there’s been a mistake and nothing really happened to you, that it was a big, a very big cruel joke.

“log number...” leon paused, his eyes darting around the dim-lit room as he fiddled with the sticker on the tape. “number one.”

“i don't know why i bother with these tapes. maybe it's just another way to drown out the silence in my head.” he paused, taking a swig from the half-empty bottle beside him. the alcohol provided a fleeting sense of comfort, but it couldn't extinguish the burning weight that burdened his soul.

he pressed the bottle to his lips again, swallowing hard before going on. “it's been a month since...” he trailed, a part inside of his brain screaming for him to stop continuing that sentence. to stop remembering the sight of your lifeless body in his arms. “... but i miss you so damn much already.”

“do you remember the time i didn't go to work just to stay in bed some more time with you?” a bitter chuckle escaped his lips. the weight of his experiences weighs heavily on leon's heart, manifesting as a fog of melancholy that envelops him. his mind drifts back to the days when he had you by his side, now, it feels like he's just a shell of sorrow, burdened by the weight of the memories of you. “i etched that moment, and many more to my heart, my love. don't worry, your sweet scent is still right on my nostrils. i didn't clean the bed sheets where you slept right next to me either, or throw anything that resembles even the tiniest bit of you.”

the alcohol burned his throat after he took an another sip. only a few weeks ago, leon had promised his significant other, you, that he wouldn't drink again. the memory of your hopeful smile when he made that pledge replayed in his mind like a broken record. but tonight, the thoughts had clawed its way back into his mind, and he sought refuge in the numbing embrace of alcohol. the bottle offered an escape, but all it did was dim the pain momentarily, and when he sobered up, it was worse than before.

“i loved when you made me pancakes the morning after an another night of a grueling mission, i loved the way your lips curled into a smile, and most of all, i loved the way you were a breath of fresh air to me.”

he took a deep breath, his weary eyes scanning the room as if searching for the right words. “i... i don't know how much longer i can hold on. the alcohol honestly isnt helping much anymore.”

his dry lips slightly parted away, but the words he wanted to let out didn't bother to escape his lips. his tears threatened to fall, and with a shake of his head, he clicked the tape to stop the recording.

recording log number two, anger. a necessary stage of the healing process. it's something to hold onto; and a connection made from the strength of anger feels better than nothing. the anger is just another indication of the intensity of his love. he feels suddenly angry at inanimate objects, strangers, friends. he feels angry at life itself. it’s not rare to also feel anger towards the person he lost. rationally, he might understand you aren't to blame. emotionally, however, he resents you for causing him pain and for leaving him.

“log number two.” leon says in a low and painful tone, sitting at the wooden chair, his hands resting on the messy table filled with empty glasses, dirty plates and random objects that used to be yours.

it has been only a two and half a week since the anger of the pain your death had caused took him over. he would get mad at the little things, silent curse words would leave his lips whenever he saw a piece of your clothing or something you frequently used. not even mentioning when he heard an artist you both loved listening to, his anger got the best of him when that happened.

“i hate you for leaving me in this empty apartment that will always be longing for your presence in it,” he gripped the recording cassette for his dear life, his fingertips becoming red from the amount of pressure, but he couldn't care less.

his eyebrows twitched as his eyes drifted towards the countless of bottles he had consumed. “you were the one who got me through everything, the first person that made me stop drinkin' for a while. well, i did listen to you. until you died. it doesn't make sense to keep that promise, now does it? if you were here now, my lips wouldn't have been drenched in liquor again. this is your fault.”

right when he was about to continue his sentence, he let out a frustrated sigh at the sound of his phone ringing right on the table next to the empty tapes. he looked at who the hell is calling him this time from the corner of his eyes.

“Chris, fantastic.” his eye shifts back to the cassette he is gripping tightly, ignoring the call, speaking bitterly as the tape recorded his every word. “did you know that i told him to fuck off a few days ago? he's been following me around whenever i step a foot outside to get a stiff drink. it's like i have no personal space at all. i also think his rambles about how you affect me is non-sense, no, straight up bullshit. he is not even helping me, and he sucks at it if he's trying.”

he frowns at the way he lead the topic to Chris without meaning to, trying to change it back, because this was the reason he was talking to the silence, a damn recording tape the whole time. you. you, you, only because of you.

“as i said, you were there when i was at my lowest. that little, bright, stupid smile of yours always managed to get me through an another day back then.” he shook his head, his free hand rubbing his temple in an attempt to calm down the thoughts in his head, but he fails miserably. “i got better, thanks to you. but you fucking disappeared, and that fucked up my life to the top, like how my life was before i met you. and now i feel like i'm stuck in a damn loop everyday. i'm right to blame you for all of this that's happening to me right now, i'm damn right.”

recording log number three, bargaining. after a loss, bargaining takes the form of a temporary truce. he becomes lost in a maze of “if only…” or “what if…” statements. he wants his life returned to what is was; he wants his loved one restored.

“log number...” leon trails off after clicking to the tape, staring at the window as he stood there with the third cassette in his hand, his eyes catching a couple that giggled together as they crossed the street. if he had called you before over for a romantic dinner together, before that happened... would he be able to walk along the streets with you now? giggling, making one of his cheesy jokes━that only you laughed at━ and intertwining your hands together, would that happen if he prevented the grim reaper from stealing his precious?

“three,” he breathes out as a single teardrop falls from his eye. “log number three.”

“you always hated when i got protective over you,” he sniffles, his free hand wiping the tears that is slowly streaming down his weary face. “told me that you were able to carry yourself on your own, that you could handle yourself. but look at what happened.”

he found himself slumping down to the ground, his vision becoming blurry as his eyes got more watery, a few drops of his salty tears entering his lips as tears spilled all over the cassette he is holding.

“is this the way god punishs me? taking you away from me? punishing me for not being able to save the innocents lost?” he is a crying mess by now, the painful lump in his throat making it extra hard to speak.

he repeats the same sentence over and over with a shaky voice, “i'm so sorry...” the moonlight glimmers on his tear-filled face as he apologizes into the cassette as if you're in there and you could hear him.

“if i had more time and another day, i would tell you repeatedly just how much i love you.” his voice was not above a whisper as a wave of guilt washes over him. “if i could turn back time, we would go and visit that cat cafe you wanted to visit for a long time. i'm sorry that i only wanted to stay at home on that day, it was right when i got out of a shitty mission.” his lips curls into a bittersweet smile as he sniffles, “i would take so many pictures of you with adorable kittens in your arms. i would definitely tease you about how you were cuter than all of them, incredibly cute.”

right when he imagines a scenario of you that distracted his mind, the reality sinks in again as he felt a pang in his heart. “i wish you were still here with me. i would have done anything to save you.”

recording log number four, depression. empty feelings present themselves, and grief enters his life on a deeper level, deeper than he ever imagined. this depressive stage feels as though it will last forever. he withdraws from life, left in a fog of intense sadness, wondering, perhaps, if there is any point in going on alone? why go on at all?

recording and letting out his emotions and thoughts didn't help. if anything, it got worse.

the pain still felt raw and fresh. he doesn't know how he has made it this far without you beside him each day and night. his heart longs for what has been lost, and waves of sadness crash over like relentless tides. memories flood his mind, both cherished and painful, intertwining with regrets and what-ifs. he isolated himself, withdrawing from others as social interactions became emotionally taxing.

a deep sense of emptiness and hopelessness takes root, sapping the energy and will to engage in even the simplest of tasks. leon experiences a profound fatigue that seems to permeate every fiber of his being, making it an arduous effort to get out of bed each morning.

he has been having dreams of you coming and comforting him, talking with him, caressing his hair. and oh, it felt so real. so real to the point where he didn't want to wake up from his dreams to a new day at all, always taking naps throughout the days, forcing himself to sleep relentlessly, clinging to the tiniest bit of hope to see you again. he continued this for a long time, he lost count of the months himself.

his eating habits worsened as well. since he slept most of the day, avoiding the life outside his apartment━that once both of you shared━ he didn't even feel like eating anything. maybe on a good day, in which he considers the day where you appear in his dream a lucky day, he drinks a cold glass of water and takes a few bites of the junk food he had ordered, and that's it.

but he felt safe in the current state he was in. he finds comforts in it, knowing his only way to see you again is to sleep and hope that you appear again. but can he blame himself? your soothing voice always helped his weary soul. every single night, he hopes to see you again in his dreams. because that's the only way left to see your face again, to feel your touch on his skin, to imagine that you're still alive and by his side. it takes him away to another world before reality comes hauling him back to the ground.

there he was, with the fourth tape in one hand, his other hand gripping the bed sheet as he was crawled into the messy bed. “recording log number four,” he whispers, closing his eyes and pressing his lips together in an attempt to prevent himself from crying.

“Chris and Rebecca tried to make me leave the house but what's the point?” he didn't even sound like how he usually did, his voice was raspy and quiet. infact, he didn't even feel like himself anymore. “whenever i go out, all i see are the shops where we used to buy stuff together, lots of couples in the streets that i envy. it sickens me.”

“living without you is unbearable,” he adds, grief and despair intertwine in a tangled web, and his tears flow like a river that never runs dry.

for around two minutes, the tape only records the sound of him crying and letting everything out as the constant ache in his chest only grows, a gnawing pain that refuses to subside.

“ever since you left,” he pauses to wipe his tears away with the sheet before continuing, “time slowed down, and each passing day feels like an eternity. simple tasks that were once routine now demand an overwhelming effort to me.”

it was true. he barely had the energy to wake up, but he pushed himself enough to go on missions when he had to. waking up, questioning every decision he made leading up to the loss of you and wondering if he could have prevented it, going on a mission with only a stiff drink in his stomach, returning "home", waiting until he gets called for the next mission. this was the way his days continued, and just like that, everything repeated itself.

memories of his happiest times with you and the little promises you have made to eachother now brings bittersweet emotions, as the realization of your absence sharpens the ache of longing.

“i never thought about becoming a father,” he murmurs with a trembling voice, “please, why did you have to leave me like this? you were the only person in my life that made me believe to that possibility. and that night where we pictured our future together... never leaves my mind. our own little haven with two kids running around, laughter filling the air... i wish you were here near me again.”

“i'm trying, i swear...” his voice cracks, “but it feels like i'm drowning even deeper into this hole each time.”

recording log number five, acceptance. this stage is about accepting the reality that his loved one is physically gone and recognizing that this new reality is the permanent reality. he will never like this reality or make it alright, but he learns to live with it. instead of denying his feelings, he listens to his needs; he moves, he changes, he grows, he evolves. he starts to reach out to others and becomes involved in their lives. he invests in his friendships and in his relationship with himself. he begins to live again.

a year.

a whole year had passed since the day you died.

it was hard. really, really hard for leon to continue living his days without you, waking up every day without your sleepy confused look when you woke up, and the smile that followed after. it was a struggle he had to get through.

it started slowly, but surely. he first decided to fix his eating habit, actually cooking himself a simple breakfast, lunch and dinner. he was so used to your presence everyday, to see his precious love waking up earlier before him to make breakfast. he kept replaying your memories, over and over in his head.

then, he stopped drinking. your hopeful smile when he first promised to you about not drinking again lingered on his mind when he had the urge to just get even the tiniest bit of sip. he couldn't disappoint you, and he made sure of it.

it was a torture to go out. memories of you and him walking in the same roads flashed in his mind every single time, but he managed that too. he reached out to his friends, talking with them and actually opening himself up this time, accepting their help.

just like that, he experienced a profound sense of peace that washed over him. it wasn't a state of joy or happiness, but rather a gentle resignation that life must go on despite the pain he has experienced. the weight on his shoulders began to lift, and the burden in his heart started to ease. it was the new norm with which he must learn to live. he must try to live now in a world where his loved one is missing. he knew he couldn't keep going on like this forever. he understands that he had lost you, and you can never be replaced, and that is okay. the memories and love he shared with you remain etched in his heart, becoming a cherished part of who he is.

“recording log number five... i guess.” leon murmurs, looking down at the cassette he's holding with one hand as his other hand held a bouquet of daffodils, standing awkwardly infront of your grave. today, he made sure to wear the fit you absolutely loved to see on him, a black suit that fit well into his figure.

“as the time passed by, i realized that you wouldn't want me to spend the rest of my days destroying myself, my love.” his voice was mellow and calm, yet it still held some sadness in it.

“i am so fortunate to have had so many wonderful years with you, and you will always be in my memories. thank you for everything,” he places the small bouquet of daffodils on your grave, his lips curling into a small, sweet smile.

“i can't explain how much i love you. thank you so much for letting me experience our intimate moments together. thank you so much for teaching me what true love is.”

thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are highly appreciated. remember that you're loved and you matter.

did you know that daffodils have been known to represent hope, new beginnings, and for some, rebirth and reincarnation? they are known as flowers that are some of the first to bloom, even after a long and harsh winter, they represent a new cycle of life for many.

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fictionalslvr · 6 months

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SYNOPSIS: "After weeks of going to the gym with Leon, it became a casual and routined thing that both enjoyed. Until he realizes something in you changed. You made a nipple piercing."

PAIRING: Roommate¡Leon x F¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.010k

WARNINGS: Pervert¡Leon and a reader who teases him all the time. Suggestive, delusional Leon. Nipple piercing, description of female anatomy, ect.

NOTES: I've been on a crative block for a long time now, so i decided to try something short and this came out.

Highly inspired by this bot right here, please check it out🫶

Leon is a great roommate, you two are bound to share a dorm in the university because it’s no one’s choice. At first, you thought he was an introvert guy — Which is not fully wrong — But it took him a long time to finally open up with you, and when he did, you would wish he’d not. He’s very talkative and wanted you to be by his side once he got comfortable with you. To spend more time together outside your shared dorm, he invited you to go to the gym with him, and you (forcely) accepted.

After weeks of going to the gym with Leon, it became a casual and routined thing that both enjoyed. Until he realizes something in you changed. You were doing lift-ups on the bench press, already sweating after a few lifts of the heavy weight bar in your hands, cursing under your lips and holding a breath in between your teeths. Leon was helping you out, mumbling some encouraging praises, when his eyes slid down for a brief moment and he could catch a glimpse of something new. Underneath your tight tank top, there was a shadow of something in your chest, directly, on your nipples. He froze in place, his voice struggling to leave and the praises slowly faded, Leon could not believe what he was seeing, you made a piercing…on your nipples.

—”There’s something wrong?” You noticed the absence of the praises, and the lack made you think something was wrong. Leon was praising to God you would keep your eyes closed to count so he could try to look more at your new piercing under the poorly dim lighted gym, that happily, has only them two at the moment.

—”What— No…nothing wrong.” He couldn’t mention the piercing, or you’ll start to think he was looking at your breasts. Maybe he was, but he didn’t want you to know. Stopping in the middle of your lift-ups, you opened your eyes to see a weird acting Leon, his eyes always rushing away from yours. —”You’re…taking a break?”

Leon’s hands were sweating, he was scratching the back of his head, trying to make the thoughts of your breasts fading away, and it didn’t help a tiny bit. You drag your body up, putting the bar on the place to sit and look at him. You never saw Leon’s voice failing that much.

—”I’m actually thirsty.” You took your water bottle next to you, giving it a good gulp to refresh your body. The water slowly made its way to your lips, occasionally sliding down from the corners of your lips, a few drops were going down your neck and making way to your chest without you even noticing.

Leon watched, astonished. The single water droplet slipping in between your cleavage, his eyes were wide open like a deer on the highlights, he couldn’t miss this scene you were putting on. He felt like a pervert, he wanted to not look and be respectful, but his eyes were glued on the way your neck bobbed as you gulped down the cold liquid down your throat, his mind running wild in agonizing thought. God, how he wanted to touch your breasts, to grope them, lick them and if he was feeling bold enough, he would brush the tip of his teeths on your pierced nipple buds, slowly teasing you with his other hand taking care of your other boob, Leon would be the luckiest man alive if he could only see them. He never saw you like this, never so sexual nor sensual before, you were only a friend and next…he’s staring at your boobs with no shame, and he think that is not his fault at all, he feels horrible, yes, but you’re so damn hot that he can’t contain his body from desiring yours.

Leon knows he shouldn’t be staring, not when he can feel his cock twitching with the view, and he was progressively getting more and more nervous around you. Either if he wants to stop or not, he can’t. His mind is traveling at any kind of sick and twisted thought there is to have. He could kill to feel your skin under his fingertips, to see how you would react to his touches and soft whispered nothings, the praises you deserve to hear just from being born this beautifully. By this time, he was considering to be a romanticism painter, so that he could have an excuse to paint you, to eternize you on a canva, who would slowly gain his life based on your body, he would love to treat you like his muse, to make you his voluptuous and vulgar painting, to turn you into something eternal only to express this tempestuous strike of desire you’ve sent him with only a glimpse of what’s underneath the cloth. His agitated state didn’t passed unknown by you, you could sense a pair of baby blue eyes piercing your soul, the lack of any emotions showing that is not visible, but his mind must’ve been running free in any kind of thought, you could see from your peered eyes while you were still taking your water, it would be an understatement to say that you knew what you were causing to him, not only knowing but doing everything purposely to try to impress your hot roommate. Leon cleared his throat, not capable of looking at anything other than your cleavage, the way your plump boobs were almost jumping out of your tank top, he could see a tint of the silver piercing popping out from your bra and this was already driving him insane enough.

—”Take a picture, it will last longer, you know?” Your sweet voice ringed on his mind, taking him out of his kind of trance.

—”What…what!?”

—”If you want to see my piercing, I can show you.”

You never saw a man turn so red as Leon turned now, his eyes showing his ardor devotion as he slowly nodded his head and whispered a faint “can I…?”

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dmitriene · 8 months

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— divine temptations.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌«things on your chest» ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌«you need to confess» ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «i will deliver» ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ «you know i'm a forgiver»

summary: Leon Kennedy is a beautiful personification of the holy father — and you are a beautiful personification of his main weakness for sin. content: priest re6 leon kennedy x fem reader tags: fluff, comfort, maybe a bit of possesivness, nsfw, smut, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, marking, little communication, mentions of sin and sensitive topics for theists. author's note: well, hello there! i've seen couple of work's about priest leon but didn't actually think that someday i'll come with an writing about this topic too, but here i am, thanks to the one of the many best writing's that belong to @lipglossanon and that inspired me, hope you'll like this work! enjoy your reading) ⛪ (18+ warning)

Leon Kennedy was the epitome of an exemplary priest, with an aura of unwavering devotion and honesty.

Tall and majestic, he had a striking appearance that immediately aroused the respect of others, his dark hair was always neatly combed, framing a face that carried both the burden of responsibility and the kindness of a benevolent soul.

There was a depth in his cerulean eyes that seemed to reflect the vastness of heaven itself, as he spoke, whether from the pulpit or in private council, his words carried the weight of wisdom gained from years of unwavering dedication, his voice, rich and sonorous — had a reassuring effect, like the gentle reassurance that comes from knowing someone who has found their purpose and lived it to the fullest.

He wore his priestly robes with grace that spoke of his devotion to his calling, the white collar of his cassock was a symbol of his sacred duty, connection with the divine, which he wore with humility and pride, the dark fabric of his clothes absorbed the cares of those who sought his guidance, as if he willingly carried their burden on his shoulders.

Leon's actions were evidence of his unwavering commitment to his convictions, he tirelessly cared for the needs of his flock, providing both spiritual comfort and practical help to those in need, his days were often filled with visiting the sick, comforting the mourners and listening to those who sought advice, his hands, accustomed to to the weight of the Bible and the touch of the rosary, carried a gentle power that left an indelible mark on the lives he touched.

In the sacred walls of the church, his presence radiated a sense of holiness, as he led the faithful in prayer and delivered sermons that spoke of the human condition, his sincerity shone, he was a beacon of hope, a guiding star for those who overcome the difficulties of life's problems.

Respected and recognized by the community, Leon's reputation was built on a foundation of unwavering ethics, he never shied away from difficult conversations, addressing the complexities of faith and morality with a balanced approach that encouraged thoughtful introspection, his openness to discussion and willingness to meet people where they were. contributed to a sense of trust and inclusion within the congregation in their spiritual journey.

In a world that often seemed uncertain, Leon remained an unshakable pillar of faith, his life was a living embodiment of his convictions, an example of how to overcome the difficulties of the modern world while remaining true to eternal principles, he was more than a priest — he was a mentor, a confidant and source of inspiration for those who have searched for meaning in their lives.

The church has always exuded an air of eternal reverence and holiness, a quiet silence reigned in the air, as if the walls themselves held the echoes of centuries of whispered prayers and solemn vows, sunlight filtered through intricate stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns of colored light on polished marble floors, the air was saturated with a delicate aroma aged wood, candle wax and a lingering scent of incense, creating a sensual symphony that transports visitors to the realm of devotion.

High vaulted ceilings rose overhead like evidence of the divine, adorned with intricate frescoes depicting biblical scenes in vivid detail, soft choral music played softly in the background, its soothing melodies floating in the air like a gentle embrace, rows of benches lined the nave, each was decorated with intricate designs, their austere beauty offering both comfort and a sense of the sacred.

Candles flickered on ornate candelabra, casting dancing shadows on the walls and creating a serene atmosphere contemplating, rows of prayer candles stood guard, their gentle flames representing the hopes, fears and aspirations of those who came in search of solace.

The altar, bathed in warm golden light, was the center of the church, its elaborate decorations and ornate crucifix a reminder of the sacrifice and grace at the heart of faith, and the scent of incense hung in the air, a fragrant offering that rose to the heavens with every slight rise and fall of the censer.

As you walked through the church you could almost feel the weight of history in the very stones under your feet, the atmosphere was filled with reverence and quiet introspection, a space where the burdens of the world could be cast aside and the connection with the divine felt palpably, it was a refuge where souls could find respite from the restless outside. a world where prayers whispered in the shadows met with a sense of understanding and acceptance.

In this sacred space of the church, the stories of generations were preserved, imprinted on every pew, stained glass windows and carved reliefs, it was a place where people sought guidance, redemption and the comfort that comes from knowing that they are not alone on their spiritual path, the atmosphere embraced all who entered , inviting them to find their connection to the divine and explore the depths of their faith in a haven of calm and serenity.

And just at the moment you entered Leon's field of vision, there seemed to be a change in the atmosphere, the very air was filled with an energy that was both inspiring and unsettling, but as you stood there, dressed in the sacred robe of a nun, a soft, unearthly fabric seemed to shimmer with its own light, casting an otherworldly glow around you.

Your presence was a mesmerizing contrast to the solemnity of the church, like an enchanting angel descending to Earth, your appearance evoked a sense of wonder that seemed to go beyond the ordinary, the pure white color of your clothes was a canvas on which innocence and faith were painted, a visual representation of devotion that you kept deep in your heart.

But it was your eyes that really caught his attention, wide and bright, they shone with a hint of childlike innocence, in their depths he could see the source of unshakable faith, faith in something more that radiated out like a beacon, those eyes carried wisdom that contradicted your youthful appearance, as if you were in touch with the divine, which was unique to you.

A soft smile played on your lips as you approached, and his thoughts seemed to scatter like leaves caught in a gust of wind, as if your presence had the power to silence the cacophony of his mind, leaving only a quiet, gentle resonance that echoed with your closeness, the weight of his duties and convictions suddenly seemed distant to him, replaced by a strange longing which he never allowed himself to acknowledge.

He devoted his whole life to his faith, unwaveringly adhering to his convictions, the idea of crossing certain boundaries never visited him, he never allowed his thoughts to be distracted by the desires of the flesh, kisses, hugs or the warmth of soft touches.

But you, with your innocence and intimacy, broke down those carefully built walls.

Your soft smiles and innocent questions about how his day went shook his composure, your chirping voice is like a sweet melody, shattered the facade of restraint that he so diligently maintained, as if your very presence was an irresistible temptation testing the limits of his composure.

And then, in the moments when his patience wore thin, he found himself struggling to maintain his priestly detachment, your closeness became a magnet that drew him, his fingers yearning to touch, to hold, to feel the warmth of your presence — your skin next to his.

A struggle raged within him between vows he had taken and desires he had never allowed himself to acknowledge.

A dichotomy unfolded in your mere existence — the embodiment of purity and faith that you represented, and the turbulent whirlwind of emotion that your presence aroused within him.

The atmosphere has changed with you — the subtle dance of innocence and desire has left both his beliefs and his heart in a state of conflict he never expected.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ━━━━✙━━━━

There was a palpable tension in the quiet solitude of the empty church, a palpable tension in the air, the blazing candlelight casting dancing shadows across the polished marble floors — creating an intimate atmosphere of breathless anticipation as you stood at the pulpit, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of cloth as Leon approached and gazed at you.

— «Forgive me» he began, his voice a low murmur that carried the weight of his inner struggle — «I must confess that my thoughts were occupied with the most undesirable distraction»

Your eyes met his, the innocence in your gaze contrasting sharply with the turmoil that simmered beneath his calm exterior — «Father Leon» you whispered, and here was both understanding and a bold hint of something more in your voice — «Do you believe that God has created desires in us?»

Vulnerability flickered in his azure eyes, a crack in his armor revealing the inner conflict he was fighting — «I believe that our desires can sometimes lead us astray from the path of righteousness» he replied, his tone laced with a mixture of restraint and anguish.

Your smile was both knowing and gentle, soothing enough to make his heart tremble — «But isn't it possible that God also created these desires so that we could experience the fullness of our humanity?»

He hesitated, caught between the teachings he held dear and the feelings you awakened in him — «My child» he muttered in a fragile thread of voice — «This is the fine line we walk between the sacred and the profane»

In the midst of this delicate conversation, his resolve crumbled right before your eyes, the distance between you evaporated and you were at the podium, your breath mixing in a tense atmosphere.

His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out and touched your cheek gently, his touch as fragile as a whispered prayer.

— «Maybe..» he admitted in a heavy from surrender voice — «There are times when the divine and the earthly intersect»

The air seemed to vibrate with tension pulsing between you, his gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, the struggle within him was evident in every wrinkle of his brows, and then, as if driven by forces beyond his control, his lips met yours in a kiss that contained in himself a deep anguish, which he had denied himself for so long.

For a moment, time seemed to stop, as the boundaries separating him from the desires of the flesh blurred and became insignificant, his arms hugged you, pulling you closer, his touch was a paradox of tenderness and perseverance.

The sacred space of the church witnessed this intimate communion, the union of souls that transcends the physical world.

In that stolen moment when his lips met yours, Leon's attachment to God and his devotion to his vows faded into the background, the dichotomy between the sacred and the profane, the spiritual and the carnal dissolved in the face of a common passion that flared up like a flame, long contained, in a silent sanctuary in an empty church, he indulged in the depths of desire he had denied for so long and found a connection that seemed both forbidden and divine.

You feel a wave of desire coursing through your body, fueled by the forbidden nature of your connection, despite your shared devotion to your faith, you find yourself unable to resist the charm of each other's touch, and you return his kiss with the same fervor, your lips meeting his with a hunger that matches your own.

As his hands slide over your body, you feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine, even though you're still dressed in a modest nun's robe, his touch lights a fire in you, your body reacts instinctively, pressing closer to him, craving more of his intoxicating presence.

Your hands gliding over his broad shoulders, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscular body, the tension between you intensifies as you explore each other's bodies through the fabric of your clothes, the anticipation of what lies ahead intensifies with each passing moment.

Leon's hands, driven by his insatiable desire, penetrate the folds of your monastic robe, the touch of his fingertips on your skin is electrifying, his explorations are careful, but at the same time filled with the desire to explore every inch of your body.

As his hands move, he breaks the connection between your lips, his lips greedily rest on the soft skin of your neck, his breath passionately touches your skin and he leaves a trail of kisses and nibbles, marking you as his own in a fit of desire.

The combination of his hands caressing your body and his lips teasing your sensitive skin causes waves of pleasure to run through you, your breath hitching and a low moan escapes your lips as you succumb to the intoxicating sensation.

Leon continued to pay attention to your neck, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of teasing sensations, he enjoys the quiet moans and whimpers escaping from your lips, his desire is fueled by the sounds of your pleasure.

As his fingers find their way to your clothed cunt he feels warmth and wetness betraying your arousal, a mixture of anticipation and lust coursing through his veins as he gently presses at the cloth, teasingly exploring your most intimate area.

Your reaction is immediate — a sharp sigh escapes your lips as you bury your face in his shoulder, looking for comfort and a place to drown out your moans, the combination of his skillful manipulation on your neck and the teasing touch of his fingers on your clothed cunt threatens to undermine your self control.

Leon finds in himself the pleasure of the power he has over you, the control he has, pushing the boundaries of your desires, in this moment you are lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and sin, unable to resist the intoxicating charm of his touch.

— «P-please, father… m-more» your voice is a desperate plea among the quiet walls of the temple where only your sighs are heard.

He grins into your neck, his lips touch your skin and he listens to your plea for more, he enjoys the sound, enjoying his power over your desires, Leon lifts his head slightly and kisses your cheek gently, his breath passionately against your skin.

He takes your request as a signal to move on, to sink deeper into the sinful passion that consumes you both, with a deliberate and calculated movement, he bends down and pushes your panties aside, exposing your smooth folds.

His fingers, slippery with your arousal, slide over your wetness, teasingly probing your tender entrance, and with a slight pressure he slowly but firmly inserts one finger and bends it to find the point that makes you sigh of pleasure.

The feel of his finger inside you, combined with the constant attention he pays to your neck, sends waves of pleasure through your body, you find yourself indulging in sinful pleasure, your moans grow louder and desire reaches its climax.

Leon feels your body tremble at his touch, your grip on his shoulders tighter as you struggle to gain a foothold in the consuming pleasure, the feel of your nails scratching his shoulders through the fabric of his robe only heightens the tension of the moment.

As he inserts another finger, your walls instinctively tighten around his fingers, seeking to pull him even deeper into the depths of your cunt, the combination of his skillful movements and your heightened arousal brings you to the abyss of ecstasy.

A scream of pleasure escaped your lips as your orgasm engulfed you, your body trembling in his embrace, the intensity of your release engulfing you, leaving you breathless and completely lost in the sinful pleasure that none other than Leon awakened in you.

He enjoys the sight and sound of your pleasure, enjoying the control and dominance he holds over your desires in this moment, and in this moment of vulnerability and ecstasy you are both consumed by the depth of your sinful connection.

Leon's fingers on another hand is slide gently through your hair, a touch of tenderness amidst the tension surrounding both of you, his actions dramatically displaying a fleeting moment of complete softness.

But the respite is short lived as he leads you closer to the pulpit, forcing you to hold on to it for support, he moves behind you, his strong presence radiating as he takes control of the situation.

His hands slide along the edge of your monk's robe, slowly lifting it up, exposing the seductive curves of your body and grabbing your panties with his fingers, the fabric falling off, piling up around your legs, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

With a deliberate and measured movement, he leans down and unbuckles the belt on his trousers, anticipation soars in the air, the sound of unbuckling the belt echoes through the quiet church, reminding you of the forbidden nature of your meeting.

As the belt falls to the ground, Leon's desire takes over again, his eyes filled with lustful hunger, the intensity of his gaze leaving no doubt about his intentions as he steps closer, ready to fully accept the sinful pleasure that awaits both of you.

His desires are at their peak as he steps behind you, his throbbing cock pressing against wet lips of your cunt, anticipation palpable in the air as he teases your clit, causing you to whimper in pleasure.

With a slow, deliberate push, he begins to penetrate, his powerful form filling you completely, the feeling of his cock's firmness stretching you, causing a mixture of pleasure and painful desire to flow through your body.

The sinful act when he entered you in the sacred walls of the church only increases the tension of the moment, the air is heavy from the weight of your desires, the echo of your whines is mixed with the quiet silence of the holy place.

Leon, driven by his primal urges, sets a relentless pace, his movements are firm and commanding, each push brings you closer to the edge of pleasure, your body reacts to his every touch, to every blow of his hardened cock.

In this moment of undisguised, forbidden passion, you surrender completely to the sinful pleasure that Leon delivers, getting lost in the overwhelming sensations that consume you.

As Leon continues to sink into you, your body arches towards him in search of deeper connection and pleasure, endless moans escaping your lips filling the air with your symphony of ecstasy, your walls clenching around him, squeezing him tight as you lose yourself in sensation.

Your nails scratch at the pulpit, a desperate attempt to gain a foothold amid the all consuming pleasure, and sensing your need for restraint, Leon gently intertwines the fingers of his hand with yours, providing a tether to prevent any unintentional harm.

He gently slows down, his movements become more controlled and gentle, he treasures the vulnerability that you have entrusted to him, making sure that every touch and stroke is filled with care and attention.

The intensity of your connection remains, but Leon adjusts his rhythm according to your desires, he seeks to prolong the pleasure, to enjoy the moments of intimacy shared between you, in this moment you both find comfort and release, embracing passion.

Leon feels a tremble in your body as your knees buckle slightly, all consuming pleasure threatening to consume you completely, light sobs escape your lips — a mixture of pleasure and the impending release that awaits you.

He leans in and kisses your cheek gently, his lips giving a brief respite from the intensity of the moment, his touch soft and soothing, a reminder that even in this sinful act there is a moment of comfort.

He understands the power of your impending orgasm, the power that will soon overwhelm you, he enjoys the knowledge that he has led you to this abyss, that he has kindled a fire of pleasure within you.

As your walls clench around him, the stranglehold of your orgasm grows, Leon remains steadfast, his movements become more measured and precise, he wants to witness your orgasm, to feel your body convulsing as you surrender to an consuming ecstasy.

At that moment, you are both teetering on the edge, your desires intertwined in an intricate dance, and Leon is here, ready to take you through the waves of pleasure, to catch you as you fall into the abyss of your orgasmic release.

And then your body reaches its peak, the tension inside you subsides and you emit a final whine of pleasure, your legs trembling, threatening to give way as the waves of orgasm hit you, leaving you feeling sluggish and empty for a moment.

Feeling your orgasm, Leon continues his powerful thrusts, rapidly approaching his climax, the combination of your walls squeezing him tightly and the abrupt intensity of the moment pushing him over the edge.

With a guttural moan, he finds his way out inside you, his hot cum spilling deep into your cunt, the intimate connection as he fills you only enhances the sinful pleasure that runs through your bodies.

Both of you remain trapped in this moment of shared bliss, bodies trembling and hearts pounding, your joint orgasms echoing through the empty church, the air scented with the passion and consequences of your union.

At this moment, you gain a temporary respite from the chaos and darkness that often surrounds you, holding your breath, tangled in each other's arms, you both understand that this forbidden meeting has left an indelible mark on your souls.

As Leon's feelings return to him, his attention shifts to the aftermath of your passionate encounter, he zips up his pants with his usual neatness, regaining his composure and with a gentle touch he straightens your disheveled clothes to make you look as collected as possible.

Gently he lifts you up in his arms, carrying you to his office with purposeful but soft steps, walking, he steps over drops of cum on the floor, acknowledging the evidence of your mutual intimacy, and showing attention, he picks up your discarded panties from the floor and discreetly puts them in his pocket not to be left behind.

A thought crosses his mind, reminding him that he must mop the floor to erase all traces of your meeting, he makes a mental note to do this task later, making sure no trace of your forbidden connection remains.

Before entering his office Leon pauses, and his eyes reflect a mixture of desire and affection as he leans down and kisses the top of your head gently, a quiet gesture of comfort and connection, at which point he acknowledges the complexity of your relationship and the importance of the choices you both made.

With confident yet gentle determination, he carries you into his office, ready to face the consequences and walk the uncertain path that may lie ahead, while he enjoys the weight of your warm body in his arms.

Now he has his own angel.

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mushrubes · 4 months

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A date

Masterlist | Resident Evil masterlist

Requested : yes

'Hii, can I request a RE6 Leon Kennedy scenario with the prompt “Let’s go out. Just the two of us”, it can be about the reader and Leon being work partners for a long time, sometimes after missions they go out and drink with other people from the work. In one of those hangings reader invites him to go on a date or something like that.

Reader doesn’t necessarily have to be so flirty it can be more of a idk awkward? Like, when you’re about to ask someone out but never have done it before so things kinda turn awkward but cute'

Pairing : Leon Kennedy x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 1.9k

Content: Swear words, mutual pinning, slightly ooc :)

Have a great day !! <3

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You'd just gotten back from a mission with the group, all of you agreeing to meet at the local bar to celebrate how successful the mission had been. You'd been the last to show up with Jill, greeting Chris and Carlos who were sat at the table. Your eyes wandered around the room, looking for a certain blonde, unable to find him. You were searching around for Leon when you heard that familiar voice to your left. "I'm right here," he spoke in a soft, calming voice, a slight smile on his face. He had a beer in one hand and his other hand rested in his pocket. "who said I was looking for you?" You teased jokingly, looking at your long-time work partner, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks.

"I can read you like an open book. I knew exactly what you were thinking when you walked in." Leon chuckled, taking a sip from his beer. He looked over at you, staring at you for a moment before speaking again. "You know, it's always a joy to see you." he responded, his voice genuine. "It's always a joy to see you too. How's your arm holding up?" You asked softly, looking over the bandage. Leon followed your gaze to the wound on his arm. "Oh, it's just a scratch, nothing I can't handle" Leon chuckled, looking up at you, his eyes shining with emotion. "I know I've told you this before, but I just have to say, you look absolutely beautiful tonight." He complimented, eyes soft. Leon looked at you , his eyes starting to glaze over, he was becoming infatuated with you all over again. he looked away for a second, a light blush forming on his cheeks. "Um, thank you. You're sweet. You should know that." He chuckled before finishing off his beer.

"Hey, uh..."You paused, your nerves getting the best of you. You took a deep breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your sides. Leon raised an eyebrow, looking back at you "Yes?" he gave you a soft, gentle smile as he waited for your response, listening intently to every word you would say. "Let's go out. Just the two of us." you got out, cheeks tinted. Leon felt his heart skip a beat as he heard you suggest a date. He took a minute to collect himself, trying to come up with a response "That sounds… that sounds amazing to me. I would love to go out as just the two of us. When were you thinking? Saturday night?" he paused for a second, his eyes glued to you, waiting on their response. Leon smiled as he looked at you, their quick response caught him off guard, but the fact that their was so excited made everything all the better

"Well, it looks like I have a date with the prettiest person in the city this Saturday night. I'm gonna have to think of something special to do for you."

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The cool autumn breeze and dark, cloudy sky made the entrance to the haunted corn maze even more creepy. Faint screams from participants could be heard from the corn maze. Leon wanted to visit a spooky attraction with you. He thought it was the perfect date idea considering Halloween was just around the corner. He turned to look at you and gave you an excited smile. His hand found yours and interlocked them together, squeezing gently. “Don’t be afraid to grab onto me if you get too scared.” he assured, a smug grin on his face as he looked down at you. "You're more likely to grab onto me." You teased, grinning at him.

Leon grinned at your sassy remark. “Oh, is that right?” He said, a challenge in his voice. The pair of you walked hand in hand into the corn maze. Shadows cast by the low sun rays made the atmosphere seem even more ominous. The sweet scent of fall air wafted by your nose. Leon noticed the nervous tension in you and his voice softened. “It’s alright. I’m right here,” he assured, thumb rubbing your hand. "I know, I know," you said softly, smiling weakly at him. He squeezed your hand gently and smiled as you looked up at him. The pair of you walked through the corn maze. You felt his strong presence next to you, making you feel safe. Leon noticed some movement between the corn stalks. “Ready to be scared?”

You nodded, gripping his hand slightly tighter. Leon chuckled softly as you squeezed his hand, showing your nervousness while waiting for a scare. Leon had a teasing grin as you both made your way deeper into the maze. The screams from other participants got louder the more the two of you walked deeper into the maze. Leon looked at the corn behind you, noticing movement between the stalks, a sign of an upcoming scare. As the two of you walked, Leon slowed down a bit.

He noticed you start to tense up, and heard you let out a sharp inhale when you saw movement behind the corn. Leon gripped your hand tightly, a signal for you to stay close and follow him out of range of whatever was hiding within the corn. You couldn't see exactly what was behind there, but its shape was enough to cause you to feel a slight chill. Leon squeezed your hand again and led you out of the maze, making sure to stay close to you in case of any scare attacks from any side - neither of you noticed the clown approaching behind.

Leon stayed vigilant as you continued to walk the corn maze. You both kept your senses sharp, waiting for a scare to happen anytime. As you were both focusing on the front, both of you failed to notice the clown sneaking up behind you. The clown was very adept at sneaking up on unsuspecting visitors. It was a skill that the workers in the maze were notorious for. The clown had now positioned itself behind the two of you. It was so quiet that it managed to slip right behind you without an inch of detection.

Now it was just waiting for the right moment. The clown stayed still, staying silent and waiting for the right moment. It was looking right at you. The clown's breath was now visible due to the temperature change. You could feel its presence behind you, just waiting. Both a good and bad feeling. Leon was still keeping a close eye on the front and behind him, not noticing that the clown had managed to slip behind you. The clown raised its head as if to check if anyone was looking at it. It made its move now, raising a blood-stained machete up into the air.

Leon noticed you started to scream. He heard a loud metallic sound, that must have been the machete that the clown had just swung at you. Leon acted fast, rushing towards you and tackling you away from the clown. The machete came crashing down on the corn maze, slicing right through the stalks. Leon quickly dragged you both towards the exit, the clown was still chasing after you both. Leon pushed the both of you against the maze wall, your backs pressed against the hard surface.

You were shaking slightly, cheeks pink from embarrassment at your fear. Leon looked at you and squeezed your hand reassuringly. The sudden adrenaline had caused him to start getting into his work mode, but his look of concern remained. He noticed the trembling in you and smiled a little, finding it somewhat cute. He noticed the pinkness in your cheeks from the embarrassment of fear and chuckled softly. "You okay?" He asked, looking away to check if the clown was nearby before turning his attention back to you.

You nodded, intertwining your hands and walking out of the maze with him, too embarrassed to speak. The two of you exited the small haunted corn maze, breathing heavily from the scare. Leon looked at you and smiled at the pinkness in your cheeks from the blush of embarrassment. He squeezed your hand as he looked down at you and chuckled. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed for being scared. Everybody has fears." He reassured you. "And it wasn't just you who that clown managed to surprise too. At least 25 people have reported seeing that thing just today. It's a professional at sneaking up on people."

"Still-" you sighed softly, looking at the ground. Leon noticed the defeat and disappointment in your tone. He was still holding onto your hand and looked down at you. He smiled reassuringly. "There's no shame whatsoever in admitting that you got scared. Everybody has fears, just like I do. And even if you're embarrassed, the fact that you've managed to keep your cool and go on this date with me says something about your character." He said, squeezing your hand softly. You smiled, walking with him away from the maze. "What do you wanna do now?"

Leon thought for a few seconds, contemplating what to do next. He wanted to do something that wasn't related to horror or anything spooky, considering what just happened at the corn maze. He had a sudden idea for the date. "How about I take your mind off that scare and we visit the pumpkin patch?" He asked, looking you in the eyes. "..yeah. we could get two and carve pumpkins tomorrow?" you suggested, grinning at him. Leon smiled a little and laughed at the thought of carving pumpkins together. “Definitely.” He said, still amused by the thought. He squeezed your hand and his expression went from amusement to seriousness as he had an important question to ask. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

"go ahead." You nodded as you headed to the pumpkin patch. Leon had been enjoying the fun-loving and cheerful side of you that he had seen throughout the date, but his expression changed to one of seriousness as he looked over at you during the journey to the pumpkin patch. “I know it's a little early to ask, but I was wondering if we could go out on another date? We've had a lovely date so far, especially with the little horror element in the haunted corn maze, and I'd like to know if we could keep seeing each other.” His cheeks were a light pink, eyes full of love. "I'd…I'd love to go on another date with you. I enjoy hanging out with you - more than just being your partner at work." you giggled, squeezing his hand.

Leon's expression brightened once this had registered in his brain. He was delighted! He thought that he would be too pushy if he asked you to be official already, so being told that you'd like to continue seeing him was the most perfect answer he could have received. "Awesome!" He said, squeezing your hand with enthusiasm, "Well, now that you mention work, I was going to ask you something else." You tilted your head in curiosity, silently telling him to keep going.

"Would you maybe… Be interested in maybe being my partner?" He asked, a little uneasy because he didn't want to be too pushy or too fast in asking. "Don't feel obligated to answer immediately. We can see each other for a little while longer in a romantic context before you decide if you want to commit. Just a proposal from me for consideration in the future if you do end up having feelings for me." Leon said. Your cheeks went red and you grinned at him, eyes full of adoration.

"I'd love to."

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patos-chan · 7 months

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It wasn’t intentional i swear-

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agentredposts · 6 months

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How they would react to seeing you in their clothes/Uniform.

Resident Evil Characters (Leon S. Kennedy, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Carlos)

Edition One: He was blessed this morning.

Warnings; Fluff, leon marking y/n a bit and some kissing with a bit of suggestive things but that's it.

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Leon S. Kennedy

He's never thought that his coat (RE4) could have looked that attractive on someone, but oh boy he realized he was wrong when he saw you.

It was still kind of early when you woke up, you tried to go back to sleep but couldn't even after multiple tries. I mean, how could you go back to sleep when there was this handsome, no, gorgeous man sleeping in front of you?

You took your time admiring his face and the parts of his body that wasn't hidden by the sheets. You smiled as you started counting the beauty marks on his soft skin, sometimes eyes lingering a bit longer on his perfectly shaped upper back and arms, since he was sleeping on his stomach. After a bit, you reached to gently move some hair out of his face to take a better look at his sleeping expression. It was peacful and soft, for a man that usually has his eyebrows pinched into an serious and intense way, it really was a nice sight to see. He always was serious around people, well except whenever he' was around you. Also, must I say that he can only sleep that well when you're around, in the bed with him.

After a moment you sit up, moving your hair out of the way so you can give his forehead a very soft peck before getting up. It was now October which meant that it was going to be kind of chilly, or rather it was. Your own arms wrapping around your petit(ish) form to try and keep some warmth, you look around for something warmer than your tanktop and little booty shorts. You quickly spot the perfect clothe, Leon's jacket, and so you walk over, pick it up and put it on snuggling into it at the warmth it immediately gives you. After zipping it high enough, you started tiptoeing away from the bedroom and into the bathroom to brush your hair and rinse your mouth, stealing a few sniffs here and then so you could smell your boyfriend's cologne on it. After doing so, you went to the kitchen to start making some coffee/hot cocoa (for the non-coffee lovers 💜) for you and Leon when he would wake up.

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You ended up making some breakfast after a moment, thinking, hoping that the smell would attract your boyfriend out of bed. You knew that he had just come back from a mission not too long ago, but since he was back you wanted to be with him as much as possible. You had missed him, so it was natural after all. When you were mostly done with the food and your own drink that was half gone from sipping it here and then, you heard a knock. At first you hesitated in answering or not, because instead of being at your place like you two usually do, you slept at Leon's for once.

After a bit of hesitation you decided to answer, not wanting the person to end up waking up the sleeping beauty. You pulled down the jacket to be more presentable, even though it was already down to your mid thighs, and walked over the door. “Hello, there is a package that arrived for...Mister Leon S. Kennedy.”, You heard coming from the other side of the door. You started unlocking the multiple locks that were on the door, thanks to Leon's job that made him paranoid, not that you cared or that it was important right now.

As you were doing this, you didn't know that your boyfriend had woken up, searching for you in the bed with one arm, eyes closed. When he realized that you were gone, he grunted and got up only wearing sweatpants but he didn't care. It was not like his body wasn't a body heater anyways. He was always the one to keep you warm when you got cold, since he rarely ever got really cold. He went to the bathroom quickly and when he came back out he smelled the food, leading him to the kitchen and to where you were. And when he saw you and what you were wearing, he froze for a bit, cheeks quickly warming up, lips slightly open from the surprise as he stared at you.

“Good morning, I know I'm not Leon Kennedy but let me take it for him. Thank you.”, You said as you smiled softly up at the man who looked like he was in his beginning 30s. He smiled back as he handed you the package which you gladly took. His eyes looked down at the big fluffy jacket you were wearing and that clearly looked way too warm for the current weather. This made his eyebrow raise as an amused chuckle escaped him and he commented. “I didn't know it was that cold already...Shouldn't you have someone war—”, He stopped talking quickly when he looked behind you. Before you could do anything, you felt two big arms wrap around your waist and pull you backward a bit into a chest, one that you knew all too well. Now you knew for sure that he was up.

Before you could even say anything to the man, Leon let out a low tired grunt into your shoulder and gave the stranger THE look, one you didn't see but clearly was meant for the man to leave asap. As soon as the mailman was nowhere to be seen anymore, Leon grumbled a small “It's cold outside, close the door...Please.”, The blonde says without making any move to pull away from you so you giggle and step backwards, closing the door with your free hand.

“Good morning big guy, what's up with you?”, You asked but then added. “Come on, let's go to the table, I made you something warm to drink.”, When he didn't pull away you knew he had no intention of pulling away from you, that'd he'd stay cuddled against your back and arms around you so you started to walk slowly toward the table, shaking your head amused. What a big baby you've got there, a very handsome one at that. Like he could hear your thought, Leon lifted his head up and stared at you from your shoulder. You turned and gave him a short kiss to which he quickly and happily answered by kissing you back, a bit more eagerly than you...well he had his reasons.

When he first saw you, in his jacket, he thought he was still dreaming. He didn't know his jacket could look so hot and you were the reason behind it. Welp, his favorite jacket will be used even more from now. He'd think about you in it every time hed look at it or get a small whiff of your smell during missions, his break and even when—ahem.

Seeing his girlfriend in the brown jacket made him feel two ways, possessive and very very attracted. Seeing you in his clothes made him realize how real your relationship was, how you were his and his only. Not going to lie, it also made his thoughts go south for a bit, till he simply let it get pushed to the side(for now) by those warm feelings, butterflies in his stomach. So of course when he saw the mailman looking at you—even if it were with no bad intentions—, he couldn't help but get possessive of you and so he did what first came to him, a glare, then become baby and get as close to you as possible. And now that he had you close he didn't want to pull away, unless...it was to get any closer to you.

You two ended up staying in front of the table for a bit, him not wanting to pull away but you ended up giving one of his arms a small tap then lovingly caressed his arm. “Le...I need to finish making the food, it's pratically done. Okay?”, You say, only for the said male to pull you a bit closer and lean to give your neck and jaw a kiss with a small displeased groan. But it quickly changed into a hitchy breath when you leaned your head to the side to give him more access, it was almost as if you were asking him to. He ended up leaving a mark or two on your soft skin so people knew who'se you were, bonus enjoying the little sounds that came out of you.

After that he leaned his forehead down against your shoulder with a sigh, trying to contain or more like control himself and all of his rushing thoughts. He finally ended up letting you go only to sit down on a chair with a small pout, drinking what you made him. He knew that his pout was an "irresistible and adorable" expression that always won you over, even if it didn't exaxtly fit his grown man's face. He would do it for you, and only you, when he wanted something. He purposely would stare at you as you finished the breakfast for the two of you, pouting everytime you glanced at him, making you know that he was unhappy with not being able to cling to you. When you didn't look, his eyes were very much looking at your outfit and the rest that perfectly (to his eyes) fitted, licking his lips a bit before rubbing his face trying not to look too much even though he already was. You knew he was staring, how could you not feel his intense stare, but you tried your best to ignore it, cheeks warming up. Oh you were so into trouble, well if you called it that. Not that you minded the trouble when it came to him.

As soon as you were done and had the two plates in hands, he moved the chair beside his closer meaning he wanted you to sit right by his side. You wanted to tease him a bit more by not sitting, but his face made your heart waver and you gave in to his demand. You smiled and sat down by him, putting the food down as his arm quickly found your waist and he pulled you close. He then hugged you to him with both arms, face snuggling into the crook of your neck as he said in a loving voice. “Thank you for....Being with me still. Don't ever...Leave me please. And also...You can wear my jacket anytime.”, At the last sentence, he leaned his head back up and glanced away cheeks becoming a small tint of pink(well more than they already were).

That only made you smile more and wrap both arms around his neck, one hand going into his hair, leaning close to his face. “You know, I'm the most thankful, thank you for choosing me when you could literally just get any other girls in the world...I love you Leon S Kennedy...”, You whispered the end, inching closer to his face till he closed the distance and kissed you first. It was full of love, tenderness, and a hint of desire. You kissed for a bit till you two pulled away to breath, his forehead ending on yours as he whispered back. “What do you mean? I'm the luckiest guy ever. Couldn't ask for better, for any other girl. Although...You're a bit of a tease.”

And here was his signature teasing grin, the slight tiredness making it even more attractive, but you still rolled your eyes playfully at him. “What? I was colldd.”, You said before laughing softly at the "are you serious, with my jacket?" face he was making. “Okay, okay I might have wanted to try it on too....But its a small reason why.”, you said while showing your fingers that were almost touching, it being that much only. He shook his head and leaned back for a kiss only for you to put your finger between his lips and yours, smiling playfully at him, eyes glittering the same way. “Woah there Le, we need to eat before it gets cold. And I say....Firstonetofinisheatinggetstochoosewhatwedotoday.”, you said the last sentence quickly only purpose before starting eating not letting him time to understand what you said.

When Leon realized what you said, he gasped in false offense at you cheating and started eating first. You didn't look at him but from how he was speaking you knew he was grinning. “You really chose the wrong opponent y/n, baby you will never win against me.”, You two really were going at it, fighting over who gets to choose what you were going to do....Even though, inside you both knew what was going to happen after and that was not only because of him, but what you secretly meant to do too that morning.

And how you guys had so much fun, how you were able to make that Agent laugh and do childish things with you only meant two things. You were meant for him and you were the light of his existence, one he never would want to seperate from...Especially not when he gets to get very close to you. ;)

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I apologize for any of the grammar errors I might have done, English is not my first language. 🙏

Liking or/and Reblogging if you liked would mean so much to me, letting me know you enjoyed what I wrote. 🥺

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pokenimagines · 1 year

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SFW | Leon | Fic

So, taking a bat to the canon timeline here for a second, how would Leon react to finding out that his crush/s/o was the trainer responsible for all times the world had to be saved bc some rich guy in a suit (or rich lady, looking at Lusamine) decided to terrorize the world with the power of a pokemon who has only been spoken of in legends and folktales? And at this point, they're just tired, they want to take a nap and have a good time exploring a region without all the drama.

I don't think I translated it being his crush/significant other very well. But here we go. You just being like "So this is my life." and Leon just being "Well...damn...aight."

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SFW Leon: Over It

Leon could tell you were something special from the moment you two battled for the first time. It happened by change, in all honesty. He had been lost and you ended up being the one to find him. You had no clue who he was, but he could tell you were a trainer. You had that air about you, and he wanted to risk it all and just battle you...so that's what he did. Out in the wild area, just you two and your pokemon to bear witness.

Leon tasted defeat for the first time that day. You had swept his entire team with two of your pokemon. He was stunned silent before a grin broke out.

After that, he became a bit attached. He began asking questions and wanting to get to know you. You had started off being very reluctant to tell him anything, but overtime you warmed up to him. After he revealed he was actually the Champion of the region, you decided to reveal something about yourself.

"So you ever heard about the incident over in Kanto with Team Rocket?" You began asking him as you two walked the wild area together.

"Odd question, but ya. I recall my mom talking about the gang being taken down by some kid. They stole pokemon, right?" He asked and you nodded.

"That was me." You said, making him stop, "I had just turned ten and went on my pokemon journey. It was custom to do that when you were ten over in Kanto...a bit weird for other regions but that's how it was back then. I got roped up into everything and ended up taking down the leader."

"You...took down a criminal gang when you were ten?" Leon was in disbelief.

"Yup...and recall hearing about the battle of Hoenn? Where there were two groups that summoned legendary pokemon? One wanted to flood the world, while the other wanted to create more land?" You asked and Leon stopped.

"You did that too...?" He asked and you nodded.

"Yup. After the Kanto incident, my mom got worried and we moved. I wanted to take another crack at the gyms though, and she let me. I was about twelve when that went down." You explaiend.

"So you've taken down...three groups?" Leon swore you had to be joking.

"When I was fourteen I moved to Sinnoh, around the same time that the Team Galactic thing was going on. Fought them and Giratina was basically released and...well I almost died on that one. He was...terrifying." You explained and Leon stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"You can't be serious..." He said, almost looking sad.

"At sixteen my mom moved to live with our aunt. I really just wanted an adventure and decided to run off and do it, despite the dangers. Ran into Team Plasma who wanted to enslave the world. I did make a good friend though, his name is N. After that I was old enough to move around. Decided I wanted to study Mega Evolution and study under Professor Sycamore in Kalos. Stop the gym battling and everything, y'know? Wanted to throw myself in research...sadly Sycamore had a friend named Lysandre that dragged me into another unwanted adventure with Team Flare." Leon just stared at you.

"Finally I went on vacation to Alola and discovered Ultra Beasts and discovered Aether Foundation wasn't as benevolent as it seemed. Ended up helping a kid named Lillie out there. That was a wild adventure. Now I'm here though; Sycamore said that he wanted to go himself since I'm still his apprentice and learn about Gigantamaxing, but he had too much work. So he sent me." You said with a sigh.

"And now you're here..." Leon said and you nodded.

"Now I'm here. Was planning on just watching the gym challenges and maybe try one of those raid dens to see everything for myself after meeting Professor Magnolia...but then I ran into you and got sidetracked." You said with a sad smile. "Kinda just hoping to have a normal adventure for once."

"I can make that happen." Leon said, a sudden burst of energy coming over him, "I knew you were amazing but I didn't know to this extent...how about you do the gym challenge. If anything pops up, I can deal with it. That way you can finally just have a relaxed adventure." Leon said and you chuckled.

"If anything pops up?" You teased, "How bad do you think my luck is?"

"It's like my sense of direction." Leon was quick to respond.

"Ouch...but fine. I'll do the gym challenge and if any criminal organizations pop up, I'll call you to deal with it, aight?" You said, holding your hand out to shake on it. He took his hand in yours and gave you a firm shake.

"Let's have a champion time."

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bitbugbites-re · 7 months

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𝙻𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳𝚈 | 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

someone please get some dinner with this man, he's desperate atp

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

Mutual // word total wip // DARK, NSFW, (slight) ANGST

You’ve got a staring problem. Or, to be more specific – you have a staring-through-windows problem. Luckily for you though, it seems that the one you’ve set your sights on has a similar issue as well.

cw: DARK, NSFW, (slight) ANGST // stalking, dubcon, breeding, violence, almost yandere-like behavior(?), unprotected sex, etc.(?) // ktober

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

The Play That Went Wrong // ~6k words // NSFW, (some) FLUFF

Ramón Salazar was a cruel royal with a love for extravagance and was always looking for new ways to stay entertained. Unfortunately for you and your partner Leon, walking into his castle landed the both of you to star as lead roles in his game of “dollhouse.”

cw: fem! reader // roleplay, titfuck, fake relationship, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober

Three Shots // ~3.5k words // NSFW, (some) FLUFF

3 shots was all it took for you to get tipsy enough to drag Leon, your coworker, from a run-down bar to a bustling club. 3 shots, that was all it took, to kick-start the night that had you on top of the man you trusted your life with.

cw: fem! reader // collaring, sweat, embracing, ref. to re4r as a mission, car sex, drinking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober

Mine // ~2.1k words // NSFW, FLUFF

Your husband, Leon, seems to love being a new father. He also seems to love the new territories that come along with it -- such as trying the milk you produce.

cw: fem! reader // dilf! leon, married life, lactation kink, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, you and leon have a baby // ktober

Bloodsucker // ~1.6k words // NSFW

First dates are exciting, and oftentimes, in more ways than one. Especially so, when they lead to sex in an empty movie theater -- one playing a horror movie, at that.

cw: NSFW // re4r leon!, movie theater sex, sensory deprivation, biting, fingering, both of you are a switch! fighting for dominance // ktober

Good Boy // ~500 words // FLUFF, (slight?) NSFW

Leon likes being called a good boy.

cw: gn! reader // switch! leon, dom! reader, kissing, reader calls leon "good boy"

𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖘

none, yet!

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Lap Pillow Headcanons // 5 chars. // FLUFF, (slight) NSFW

characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF, (slight) NSFW // lap pillow // ktober

First Kiss Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // first kiss // ktober

Virginity Headcanons // 5 chars. // NSFW, FLUFF

characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // virginity, foreplay // ktober

Praise Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // praise, love languages, nicknames/pet names // ktober

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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thank you! in that case may i request a comfort fic where leon sees the readers old s.h scars for the first time? maybe they’re on the couch or in bed together and he sees them and comforts the reader? i know you said it was okay but if at any point you don’t feel comfortable writing it please don’t force yourself to :)

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Hope this is okay my love! Take care of yourself <3

cw for old sh scars

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“What you thinking bout pretty?” Leon whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before joining you on the sofa, lazily wrapping his arm around you and bringing you to his side.

You’re miles away looking down at your hands, your eyes studying the small lines, how some connect and some lead to nothing, “Mm not much, just how stupidly handsome you are” you smile as Leon rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, real smooth baby,” he says, noticing the way your eyes crinkle with joy as you let out small giggles.

The house is quiet apart from the slight potter patter of the rain against the windows, and the commentary of the ocean documentary that’s playing on the tv.

Leon beings to draw patterns against your hip as you lean into his side and without thinking you brought your legs up onto the sofa, knees against Leon’s thigh, and your heart practically sinks when the fabric of your shorts rise to the tops of your thighs, revealing the scarred skin.

And Leon studies the lines that are scattered against your skin, how they’re all different shapes, and his heart breaks at the sight.

You quickly plant your feet back onto the wooden floor grasping at the fabric as you pull it down, and you’re praying that Leon hasn’t seen them but the look on Leon’s face tells a different story.

His brows are pulled together with worry, his mouth slightly agape as if he couldn’t believe the sight, and your mouth goes dry and all the words want to say wedge in the back of your throat.

“Leon— it” you wince at how shaky your voice is and you’re shocked when he grasps at your hand with a sad smile, “I’m sorry, they’re old— I was in a bad place and I- I’m” you trail off struggling to find the words and panic seeps into your heart as you try your best to explain yourself before Leon can conjure up any negative conclusions.

And you’re surprised when his hand cups your cheek making you look up at him, his face is soft and loving yet there’s still a thread of worry that’s woven through his face.

“It’s alright- it's alright, baby, you don’t have to explain anything to me, not if you’re not ready to talk about it yet, okay?” He says with a loving smile, and nod whispering a small ‘okay’.

And you’re shocked, you’re so used to others' judgment, having to hide them with shame but with Leon it’s different.

“You don’t have to cover them around me- it's just I don't want you to feel like you have to hide them for my sake” he presses a kiss against your hairline, you’re swimming in his love and you sigh as tears well up in your eyes while you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

He can feel a small damp patch against his shirt as you cry and he rubs the expanse of your back, letting you cry against him, “Thank you, Leon— so much” you whisper your voice wobbles.

“Baby you don’t have to thank me,” he says, and you almost can’t believe how caring he is, how patient he’s being, “Whenever you’re ready to talk about it I’m here, always.” You pull away from him looking at his soft eyes as he wipes away your tears.

“Okay— I love you Leon” you whisper and he kisses your forehead bringing you back into him.

“I love you to baby, so much” he replies and a comfortable silence blankets you both as you zone back into the ocean documentary that’s still playing on the tv.

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xxresi-rotxx · 1 year

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Wet Dreams Chap. 8 - Leon S. Kennedy

My writing style may vary slightly between the chapters; my apologies if it does!! I’m trying my hardest so it doesn’t but it definitely may😅

(I HAVE NOT PROOF READ THIS ONE YET BUT I WANTED TO GET IT OUT)😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

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Falling asleep in Leon’s bed didn’t take long. There was something so comforting in knowing you weren’t alone. That just beyond that bedroom wall was a five-foot eleven man who had more experience in this field than anyone else you knew. Not to mention his sheets smelled incredible. It was a mix of whatever his detergent was and his deodorant. You guessed it was most likely his deodorant, he didn’t strike you as the cologne type.

Not long into your slumber, you realized you were dreaming again. Having somewhat lucid dreams, you could always tell when you were dreaming. You weren’t always in control of the dream, but you could always tell when you were in one.

This time you were in high school? Ugh. You hated when you dreamt of high school. They were typically the ‘late for class’, ‘forgot your locker combo’, annoying type of dream you couldn’t stand. This dream seemed different though. Class was empty.

You were sitting alone in what you could remember being your senior year homeroom. “Weird” you thought to yourself. You got up from your desk and left the classroom, idling wandering the halls. You began going from classroom to classroom checking to see if anyone else was around, but nothing. Guess this was going to be more boring than annoying this time.

The last classroom you went to check caught your attention. It was the AV Club’s room. The projector was lit up, playing old videos you recognized from your high school graduation. God everyone looked so happy.

You couldn’t help but smile watching the old clips of you and your friends.

“Didn’t you miss me at all?”

The voice was coming from the projector, but you recognized it instantly.

Your high school sweetheart.

Had you done that good of a job of blocking him from your memory that you forgot all about what happened? Why he wasn’t in any of these videos, why he didn’t graduate with you, why you both ended up heart broken.

“Ash” you said his name in your head, not wanting to say it out loud.

“How can you look so happy?”

His voice came back again.

“Happy?” You said aloud to no one. “I had to be happy” you muttered under your breath.

The setting changed almost immediately. Like you jumped from one dream to another; not really registering how you got here, just noticing that you did.

You were back in the gym at the DSO. Trapped, you realized, just like the events that really took place. Alarms blaring, red lights on overhead, except the man standing in front of you wasn’t a stranger anymore. It was Ash.

Exactly how he looked the last day you saw him happy.

Long blue jeans covering his boots, flannel left untucked, and his shaggy brown hair a bit too long ever since he placed that bet with buddies.

“I’m not that different Y/N.” He stated before taking a step towards you.

Your back against the door just as it was earlier that day.

“I’m still me.” You watched as he pulled at the sleeve of his flannel, lowering it enough so the fabric pooled in his hand. You watched as he dragged the fabric across the left side of his face. All of the pieces starting to align in your head.

How could I have been this stupid?!

You watched as it revealed the same face you say earlier that day. The change in eye color, the scar.

This isn’t real, this is just a dream.

“How did you not recognize me?” The sound of his voice changing. Becoming lower, raspier, like it pained him just to speak.

“ANSWER ME!” He screamed.

You jolted awake. Throwing yourself forward and waking up drenched in sweat. Every second of your dream still vivid in your mind. Replaying over and over again in your head.

You were freezing even though you were coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“There go his nice sheets” you thought to yourself, trying to ground yourself in reality.

You got out of bed determined to talk to Leon. He had to know this while it was still fresh in your mind. You hated to think that Ash was part of this, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

You swung his bedroom door open to find a figure standing on the other side of it, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Fuck! Leon?” you assumed. How was he so quiet? Perhaps you just weren’t paying close enough attention.

“Hey” he started “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He placed his hand on your arm. “Are you alright? It sounded like maybe you were having a nightmare...I thought I should check on you.”

“A nightmare?”

“Yeah well, you were making some pretty loud noises and uh, it sounded more like you were having a nightmare than another sweet dream of me.”

You could make out enough of his face in the dark to realize there was a small smile playing on his lips. An attempt to lighten the mood and distract you from whatever dream was plaguing you no doubt.

“Not that I don’t love your sweats Leon, but could I borrow a pair of boxers?”

Your question seemed to stall Leon for a moment, but after a beat he said sure and grabbed a pair from his dresser across the room.

While he was doing that you moved closer to the bed, feeling around for his nightstand. Turning on the lamp that sat atop it once you finally managed to find it; casting the room in a dim yellow glow.

“Here.” Leon held out a pair of black boxer briefs.

“Thank you” you replied not making an effort to leave the room.

“I’ll uh-”

“Wait” you interrupted Leon “just turn around for a minute yeah?”

Without hesitation Leon turned around, giving you a moment to change.

“Okay you can turn around now.” You sat cozy in Leon’s bed, the blanket pulled up and sitting around your waist now.

Leon turned around and noted how you were sitting, very clearly not going back to bed. “Wanna talk about it?”

You patted his bed, motioning for him to sit down.

Time to dig up old memories...

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fictionalslvr · 7 months

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PAIRING: Re2¡Leon x F¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.389k

WARNINGS: Fluff, headcanons, smut, suggestive content, mentions of sex, (kinda) sub¡Leon, mommy kink, nicknames, established relationship.

NOTES: Currently on a writer block, so I'll just leave some headcanons of our favorite boy for u🫶🩵

Re2 Leon is so cute and everyone know this. But how would he be in a relationship?

At first, when he met you, he was scared. Since his last relationship didn't end it up so well and everything was so recent, he was scared of loving someone new. But he couldn't control his feelings, the way his heart would beat faster, his lips would dry and his throat would burn every time you go talk to him. He would turn into a silly mess while trying to talk to you.

—"So...you said you were born here, no? Hah, that's funny."

Would absolutely say anything just to keep the conversation going, or he would listen to you like he's watching TV, without even blinking and just nodding to your questions to make you know he's listening. It's actually pretty cute how he stands listening to you, you can talk about anything and he would listen. His hands resting on his lap, his eyes widened as he heard everything. He would even remember every little detail you tell him about your life.

—"Oh, no. She doesn't like black coffee actually."

Leon would do everything he has to have your attention or compliments, he's actually needy for attention. At least, your attention. Sometimes, he would bring you food you like in the morning, sometimes he would pick up some flowers on the way to the RPD and give you them, putting them behind your ear with a silly smile on his face. Deeply, you could see his eyes shining at the sight, his lips would form a thin line as he focus on putting the flower behind your ears, his tongue would slip out a bit as he's focused on the "hard task"

Absolutely a gentleman. Would open the door to you, walk beside you as if you could be in danger anytime, when you give him any simple order, he would say "yes, ma'am.". Leon would treat you like a queen, because that's how he sees you. Even if he's too shy to admit it, he worships you in his mind every time he sees you. When you two had your hands together for the first time, he went nuts. His mind was spinning as he felt your soft skin against his. His thumb knuckles would press yours gently and he tries to distract himself and not become a sweat mess. When you hold his hands suddenly for the first time, he would look at you, not really understanding, his head tilted to the side in confusion.

—"You…need something?"

As you answer him with a soft giggle, his muscles relax. He let the tension go for a moment with an exhale. Leon rests his head on your shoulders, just enjoying this cute and romantic moment together. But the first kiss…oh, this had him completely crazy for a long, long time. Your lips touched him for a brief moment in between a conversation, Leon was nervous and not really confident about his job, so to shut him up, you kissed him quickly, an inoffensive peek. But this sent him to cloud 9, he would be the happiest person for weeks, everyone on the RPD would see the sunshine of the police department even more brilliant than before. He would lay against the mattress of his bed, sighing dreamily as he looked at the ceiling. Leon would hug his pillows, wishing it was you instead with your perfect smell and your warmth on his.

And oh, the first time. He had a girlfriend before, he's not a virgin. But he's not the most experienced guy ever, no. And everything would be different with you, a whole new experience that's for sure. Only after months together, he would be ready to take this another step. Before that, he would only make out with you, giving sloppy kisses and holding onto your hips tightly, like he's restraining himself. Once, his hands wandered a bit too much, slipping to grip into your rear and when he noticed, he became ashamed of it, scared that you would be mad at him.

—"I'm so sorry! It was not my intention, if i made you uncomfortable, i ask for your apology."

You couldn't stay mad at him, after all, you liked anyways. You reassured him of it, telling it was okay, but he couldn't rest after what he did. He felt bad for not asking your permission to touch you on such a personal part of the body. He kept apologizing all day. And even with that, he felt your skin against his hands, and kept staring at his hands like he can still feel your rear texture on it, that makes him shiver at the thought of more.

When you two are ready to take another step on the relationship after dating officially for months, Leon would be slow with everything. Step by step, he makes sure you're truly comfortable all the time.

—"Can I kiss you here?", "Can I touch you here?", "It's okay if I take off…your bra?" He would repeat things like this all the time.

Seeing your bare body for the first time is like a dream, you are even more than what he imagined. When he was too scared to take another step, he definitely jerked off to the thought of you before, even if he's ashamed of it after and feels horrible about it.

—"Gosh, you're so pretty, my love." Leon mumbles under his breath, depositing a few kisses on an imaginary path he's making on your belly. His kisses are moist and it doesn't take long for Leon to become a mess for you.

His slow actions slowly became frantic, his hands wandering all over you as he takes every inch of you to his memory. With caution and protection, Leon would put his dick inside you slowly, making sure you're okay with this and not feeling hurt at all.

When you finally take him inside for completeness, he's dead. This man becomes animalistic, calling your name in between whimpers and groans as he looks down into your body underneath his. He's pretty vanilla in sex, but it's enough to drive him crazy. When you gave him the signal to keep going, he would start to pull in and out, his pace it's messy and sloppy as he finally gets the right way to do so without passing out.

—"O-Oh…G-God! I-I can't…i can't…you're so…f-fuuck!", he would babble incoherent phrases under you, kissing your collarbone to keep him quiet as he continues to thrust in and out of you. —"So tight and warm…you're going t-to kill me, i-i swear." Leon is a poor mess, a slobbering mess.

He would definitely try new things if you wanted to, but he has his limits as well. Like public sex, he absolutely can't do it, he's a very reclusive person and doing such an intimate thing in public is a big no to him. When you first told him about mommy kink, he was in all fours for you, he definitely wanted that, but thought you would find him weird. —"You want to…what?! O-Of course. I'm definitely into that, sure, sure." Leon never prayed so much for this to happen. And actually, it wasn't a coincidence. One day, he left his browser open in a curious search "how to tell my girlfriend about a kink?" And next it would have "Mommy kink is considered weird?"

You were chuckling to yourself with the thought, he was wanting to do it, but was too scared of asking. So you took the first step, asking him if he would want to. And he just thought it was a coincidence, after all, you won't tell him what you saw.

—"Mommy? Can I please kiss you? You're so pretty mommy, p-please." He becomes even more erratic in his movements inside of you.

This time, Leon was more and more red. His face and ears were so red he felt like he could explode from inside. Leon never came so fast in his life. And your sweet voice cooing at him, your praises to him definitely helped. Being called a good boy definitely makes something amazing to his self control.

Of course, there will be plenty of other things that he wants to explore, and it's just a matter of time to know each one. He would find ones he never thought he would have as well.

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dmitriene · 7 months

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ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦2 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴.

❝ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 ❞ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬!

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

The dimly lit bar was buzzing with conversations and clinking glasses as you and your colleagues from the Raccoon City Police Department gathered for your usual weekend relaxation.

Among them was Leon Kennedy, a fresh faced rookie recently assigned to your department, who stood out not only for his boyish charm, but also for his charming shyness.

Leon, despite his inexperience, was never afraid to offer you your morning coffee or join the team for a drink after a long week, and it was during these outings that you noticed something peculiar.

His usually confident demeanor was lost when he was around you — he'd blush, a soft pink tinting his cheeks, and sometimes dart off suddenly, leaving you bewildered.

As the shots flowed freely throughout that night, Leon's cheeks grew redder by the minute and you couldn't help but notice how he kept sneaking glances in your direction only to look away when your eyes met his.

It tugged at your heart, a nagging worry that perhaps you had been too harsh on him.

Then it happened.

After a few shots, his head gently found its place on your shoulder, you looked at his tousled top of blond hair and gently ran your fingers through it, and apologizing to your colleagues, you announced that you would take Leon home before heading off yourself.

Outside in the cool night air, you led Leon towards the parking lot, the worry in his behavior weighing on you and you decided to solve this problem as quickly as possible, verbally — «Leon, is everything okay?» you asked, your voice filled with worry.

He hesitated for a moment, muttering something under his breath, barely audible, and you frowned, but then he suddenly raised his head and, with a sharp breath, blurted out — «I… I like you» he bit his lip and turned away, anticipation of refusal visible in his eyes.

You couldn't help but smile warmly upon hearing his confession — «Leon» you said quietly, causing him to tense up even more, as if preparing to bolt from the car.

But instead, you leaned closer, gently cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him softly on the cheek — «I like you too» you whispered, causing his blue eyes to widen in surprise before a warm blush spread across his cheeks.

— «Let's take you home, shall we?»

A small smile of relief tugged at the corners of Leon's lips as he nodded, his cheeks still flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and happiness.

You started the car and as you drove through the quiet streets, his head rested on your shoulder, a quiet but comforting acknowledgment of the connection that had just deepened between you.

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mushrubes · 9 months

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Houseparty

Masterlist | Resident Evil masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Leon Kennedy by @/Buugaa}

(i’m spending too much time on that someone help)

Pairing : bbf!Leon Kennedy x female reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Content: Swear words, brothers best friend, mutual pinning, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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"We're going out, your brother told me to let you know. Get ready, I'm not waiting on your slow ass." Leon grumbled, having barged into your room, not bothering to knock. He walked out just as quickly, making sure to slam the door behind him. You poked your head out, calling after him. "Leon! Where are we going?" You huffed, not really wanting to go out.

"not sure yet. Probably a house party. Get changed." He ordered, walking down the stairs. He was dressed nicely, with slacks that accentuated his muscular legs and butt, a form-fitting sweater shirt. He'd borrowed one of your brother's aftershaves, smelling nice. You admired him before turning back into your room to get changed. It was no secret Leon was attractive - almost every girl found him attractive. Hell, you might even admit it if it wasn't for his constant stuck-up and arrogant attitude he had towards you. You pulled out a dress from your wardrobe, putting it on with matching shoes and accessories with a tiny bit of light makeup.

You groaned as you tried for the third time to tie the dress, being unable to do it tight enough. Swallowing your pride, you peeked your head out, once again calling Leon's name. "Leon? Can you tie my dress for me?" you sighed in defeat. He rolled his eyes and walked back into your room, standing behind you. He put his arms around your waist, tugging on the fabric tight but carefully. His warm breath was against your neck, feeling him close. "There, it's fine now. C'mon, let's go."

"Thank you." You mumbled quietly, your cheeks tinted slightly and being the first to move, walking out and leaving him standing in the bedroom. His eyes didn't leave you once, taking in your figure from head to toe as you walked away, slowly following behind. "Let's go." he ordered, smirking as he opened the front door for you. You walked out, Leon following behind, shutting the front door and locking it. He caught up to you, opening the passenger door, watching as you got in. He shut the door, getting in on the driver's side and starting the car as you clicked your seatbelt in.

"You good?" He asked, looking at you and your dress, checking you out once again. Clearing your throat, you nodded, a small smile on your face as you breathed out a gentle "yeah". He nodded and pulled out, driving in silence. When you reached the house, it was full of people, everyone drinking as the music blasted. "we're here. I'll be off to find my friends, go make new ones. And hey, no drinking." he ordered as you got out, sending you one last glance as he walked off.

This was going to be fun

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You had eventually found your brother's girlfriend, Jill. She'd introduced you to her friend group, now currently playing beer pong with them. You were good at the game, but it lead to you drinking more than you typically would, a little bit tipsy. Leon had also joined in, drinking more than he normally would, getting more flirty as a result. Every time it was your go, you could see him in the corner of your eye checking you out again, making you smirk.

You threw the ball, landing it in the drink making you giggle, Leon having to drink. "Drink up Kennedy." You teased, grinning at him. "Damn it, fine.." he chuckled, grabbing the cup and chugging it, setting the empty cup down. His eyes didn't leave you once, meeting yours as his expression makes you feel hot. A small smirk sat on his face, staring at you. "Don't miss now." You said playfully, winking at him as he got ready for his shot.

He tossed the ball, groaning as it missed, taking the cup and finishing it. The game continued, your team winning and the party continuing. Suddenly, you feel him behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. "Let's get out of here." He whispered into your ear, his voice thick. "But the party isn't over yet." you giggled, turning to face him. "I wanna go. I wanna take you back home with me. Now." he said, his breath on your neck, his voice thick and eyes fixed on yours.

You grinned softly at him, humming. "Let me get Chris to drive us home, you've been drinking." you reminded, earning a nod from him. He took his hands off you, looking one last time before going to find Chris to tell him it was time to go, his eyes meeting yours once again. You all get in the car, Chris and Jill sitting in the front while you sit in the back with Leon. You rested your head on his shoulder, heartbeat speeding up. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him.

Maybe something would happen tonight

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The pair of you ended up drinking a bit more once you got back, sitting and chatting in the living room. He was leaning back in the armchair, in a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, his hair a slight mess. His eyes were fixed, watching you as he drank from the bottle.

"I should get ready for bed," *smiling softly at him, getting up and stretching. Walking up the stairs, a gentle smile on your face as you feel his gaze follow you until you get into your room. You take your dress off, setting it aside as you put your PJs on when the door quietly opens.

"I know it's you, Leon." giggling, turning to face him. He's in a pair of pyjama pants with no shirt and stood in the doorway. "I didn't want to sneak." He smiled, stepping into the room, shutting the door behind him and walking over. "What's going on with you tonight?" You teased, Leon stepping closer. "You tell me." he smirked, the alcohol giving him more confidence.

Your hand makes its way to his arm, moving closer. "You normally hate my guts, but tonight you're being all clingy." you smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh shut up. Don't act like you don't like this." Leon rolled his eyes, his arms around your hips, pulling you close to him, faces now inches apart. "Leon?" you called softly, running a hand through his hair. "Mmh?" he asked, leaning into your touch.

You bit your lip, deciding there was nothing left to lose. "Stay the night?" you asked quietly, looking up at him hopefully. He closed his eyes for a moment, silently debating, before looking at you. One hand is resting on your hip, the other on your arm. His eyes are deep, and his voice is quiet. "Yeah. I will." he responds, holding you closer. "Hold me while we sleep?" You suggest, seeing his face light up.

"Absolutely. I'll hold you tight." his smile getting bigger, wrapping his arms around your waist while yours reached around his neck. You stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his, his hands on your back as he carefully pulled you down to him, laying in each other's arms.

This night couldn't have been any better.

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