#every time leon looks into a mirror he hates what he sees
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First off i wanted to say i appreciate you always sharing your true opinion without muddying it up too much or trying to appease people. The honesty is very refreshing!
Okk anyway i keep seeing this take going around and wanted to know your thoughts on it (i have my own, but):
Leon in infinite darkness asks shen may out to dinner once and then later is looking forward to dinner with Claire. Do you see both of these incidents as platonic? The first one reads as flirting to me and the last one seems like an intentional ship tease from the writers (before uh, yknow, making the encounter end on a sour note... look, that one hug they share when leon saves her is ship tease 100% they know what theyre doing)
A lot of people seem to think he is just innocently wanting a meal and I kind of get that vibe with Claire I guess but... ... ... ANYWAY what are your thoughts. I think people are just simply afraid of whore leon
The way I look at it is that my goal first and foremost is to analyze the story text in a serious way -- and it's impossible to have a productive conversation about narrative, characterization, and use of literary tropes if I treat every single possible interpretation of the text as valid. There needs to be some uniformity to what I'm saying, or else there's no point in having the conversation.
That, and I also feel like there's no point in having this little community at all if we can't be honest with each other. Friendships aren't built on uwu. They're built on a sincere exchange of common interests and ideas.
So, I'm really grateful that we've all found each other. It's been so fucking awesome to meet so many people who are genuinely interested in a literary analysis of RE's story and want to brainstorm ideas and piece through things together as a team -- because this has never been my experience in RE fandom before, over the full 25 years that I've been here.
I love u all very much ❤
Ok, so as for your actual question --
I pretty much agree with your interpretation of what's going on there.
People really need to get the fuck over this weird, puritanical pearl-clutching they're doing and being scandalized by OG Leon being a slut canonically. OG Leon tries to fuck Hunnigan at one point, for god's sake.
Because, like. If you try to handwave away or whitewash the way that Leon is pure testosterone; he's a walking hard-on looking for a hole throws himself at people, you're erasing and overlooking a really big part of his character.
Leon is lonely and he fucking hates himself.
The way that this manifests/the way that he expresses this is different between Remake and OG, but that fact about him never goes away. Remake Leon puts up walls and self-isolates as though he's trying to protect everyone around him from the misfortune of having to know him, but OG Leon does the opposite. OG Leon is constantly giving more and more of himself away in the hopes that, eventually, there'll be nothing left.
So, there's a few different things going on there when he asks out Shen May and then Claire in ID.
With Shen May -- yes, he is actually asking her out. That is a legitimate offer for a date that he will go into with the intention of putting the moves on her and having it end in sex.
He does this not just because she's a hot girl -- though, of course he does think she's a hot girl -- he does it because he feels enough of a connection to her that, if she were to go out with him once, he could use that as a way to trick himself into thinking he's still worth other people's time -- even if for just a few hours. Again: he's really fucking lonely. No one person ever stays in his life long enough to form a meaningful relationship with him (platonic or otherwise), but if he can take a girl out to dinner -- hey, that's something, right?
And if he were to actually fuck her, he'd be able to lose himself in her wants and desires for long enough that he can forget how much he fucking hates himself. If he were to feel her hands on his body, he would actually feel wanted for a change. And if he were to make her come, he would feel needed -- and, if he were to make her come more than once, that would be even better. (Remember: Leon is "The Protector." He needs to be needed. He's probably the master of foreplay and will tease and touch and put his mouth on a partner for well over an hour before he actually fucks them.)
And, ever since being kidnapped by the CIA, the only way that Leon has ever been needed or wanted or useful in any way has been through physical means and the use of his body. That's why he defaults to sex as a coping mechanism before he gives up and just starts drinking. He might not have any value as a person, but as a physical body and an object -- well, that's a different story.
Leon objectifies himself, is what I'm saying.
With Claire, though, it's a little bit different.
Yes, it's ship bait -- but it's very mild ship bait, because the context for this one is way different.
Leon isn't being sincere with Claire when he says what he says. He knows that Claire didn't call him or meet up with him because she wants to go out with him or is looking for a booty call. He's not stupid (mostly).
Leon is being sarcastic and self-deprecating when he tells Claire that he was hoping she was going to want to get dinner with him. It's a sad joke to him, because, in his mind, the thought that Claire would be interested in him at all is actually ridiculous.
Because Claire knows him in ways that Shen May didn't. He can't charm his way into Claire's panties by pretending that he's something more than -- or that he's someone -- that he's not.
Claire doesn't need him -- Claire has never needed him, and Leon has absolutely no reason to believe she wants him, either.
What good is he to her, really, when she already knows the truth? She knows that Leon's only real use is as a weapon -- that he's not good for literally anything outside of an active bioterrorism situation. She knows that he fucks up everything he ever tries to do in his personal life. So, why would she want him? Why would she ever want him?
She doesn't. That's why she's about to disappear from his life again for maybe another six years. Maybe more. Because he's not worth being around.
At least, that's what his brain tells him.
It's a really self-defeating mindset that turns into a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Him talking about getting dinner with Claire is a joke, and the punchline is his own opinion of himself.
#resident evil#leon kennedy#meta analysis#every time leon looks into a mirror he hates what he sees#and while he can wear a mask around strangers#he can't around claire#she sees exactly what he sees when he looks at himself#and his own self-loathing tells him that she must hate what she sees as much as he does#when honestly that's probably not the case
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I dont know if your request is still open, but if it is can you make a young reader(maybe 25-26) and Re6 Leon, with reader as his new neighbour? Maybe with reader baking a "nice to meet you" cake or pie and give it to Leon after he came from a mission?
Thank you very much 😘
HI! i loved this and has to write it- i added my own twist to it and am TOTALLY thinking about writing a part two, depends on what you guys think <3
gn! younger neighbor reader x Re6 older leon
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Warnings: none actually- yet. but it does switch between reader and leon perspective it should be easy to catch onto
word count: 1,141
“Get! Go!”
You yelled at the group of kids walking toward your neighbor's abandoned house. A sigh leaves your lips as you water the flower bushes in your front yard. Your eyes scanned his yard, frowning at the dead grass and bushes. You look around for a few seconds before you walk over to your hose, filling up your watering pot and carrying the heavy bucket over to his dead lawn. Your hand on your hip as you watered his dead flower bush, your hose that you had dragged with all your light watering at his grass. You’ve never once met him. He comes and goes so frequently that this is what happens to his yard. A dead lawn can make anyone spiral into a depression. You did this same thing every day for almost a month, waking up bright and early to care for his plants. This morning was supposed to be no different, coming home from your graveyard shift at the diner, the sun barely rising. Your hand reaches down to turn on your hose, but your movements are abruptly stopped when your head turns to his house, actually seeing a car in the driveway and the kitchen light dimly lighting through his blinds.
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Leon’s body was sore. And mentally, he was too, his eyes barely open as he drove down the street, his fingers impatiently tapping at his steering wheel. He couldn’t wait to lay down on a bed or even take a shower- did he even pre-pay his bills? The negative thoughts overwhelmed him as he pulled into his driveway, sighing as he stared at the garage door. Pulling his keys from the ignition. He stepped out of his car, admiring the soft blue sky. When his foot hit the grass, his eyebrows rose in confusion, looking down to see the beautiful green. Then he saw the bushes. He walked around the small perimeter, noticing the hose lying at the edge of his grass. He followed it slowly to see it led directly to your house. A soft “hm” left his lips as he walked up his porch steps, pushing through his front door.
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You couldn’t sleep- of course, you couldn’t. Your black work shirt is covered in flour. Since you got home, you’ve been working on making the best apple pie you’ve ever made. Your fingers were sticky from the homemade filling. After scrubbing your hands for the sixth time, you squeal in excitement as the timer goes off, pushing the oven mitts onto your hands as you pull it open, being smacked in the face with slight smoke.
“Perfect..”
You whisper as you lay the pie on the counter, your nail scraping over the crust. You hoped he liked apple pie or just pie in general. What if he hates sweets? You shake your head free from negative thoughts as you pull new jeans on and a pretty shirt to go perfectly. Swiping on your peach chapstick. You take a deep breath as you look in the mirror, looking down at your watch to see it is eight already. It was super early- maybe he wasn’t even awake. You groan to yourself as you pick up the pie, smiling at the small amount of powdered sugar on top. You walk down your driveway and the sidewalk. Your eyes scan the grass you nursed to health. When did you get to the front door? You stared at the pretty auburn wood, moving the pie against your right arm as you reached for the doorbell, pressing your finger against it softly. Twelve seconds, fuck, he’s asleep. Your body shifts on your feet as you sigh in defeat, turning and walking down the first step before the door creaks behind you.
“Can I help you?”
The deep voice bounces through your brain as your footsteps back, your body turning to him—a kind smile tugging at your lips as you hold the pie out.
“Hi, I'm your neighbor- I haven’t noticed your home in forever, and I don’t think I’ve ever introduced myself..”
Leon’s eyes scanned your face, his eyes dancing over your lips and then down at your pie. God did he love pie. He meant to introduce himself, his mouth opening to speak but-
“You’re the one who’s been watering my lawn?”
You blinked at Leon, confused, as you stepped back a bit before slowly nodding, looking back at the healthy grass.
“Well, yes- My garden is as perfect as I wanted it to be, and I thought it would be a kind gesture..”
Leon’s arm leaned against the door frame, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. He looked exhausted, poor thing. He pushed himself off the frame, opening the door wider for you.
“Please, come in.”
You were surprised; you didn’t think he would speak to you. You thanked him quietly before you stepped into his door, looking around the house. Simple, no pictures on the walls, simple kitchen with essential appliances. You laid the pie on his counter before you turned to him, that gentle smile still on your face.
“It’s homemade. Hope you like apple.”
You speak as Leon walks to the kitchen, standing a few feet from you before he puts his hand out.
“Leon, and you?”
“Y/N, It's really nice to meet you finally.”
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Beautiful. Beautiful smile beautiful presence. Leon has always had to train himself not to see the evil in people automatically. How could he say no to you? Standing pretty on his porch as if he didn’t watch you baking in your wide-open kitchen window for almost three hours. He reached for his wallet, pulling out a couple hundred in cash, reaching his hand out to you.
“For the trouble of my lawn.”
Your laugh echoed throughout his kitchen as you shook your head, refusing to accept his money.
“Leon, I took care of your lawn as a form of basic human kindness. It was a great distraction for me. I respectfully decline.”
Leon stared at you, his eyes blinking in confusion as he shoved his wallet back into his pocket.
“Here. This is my number. When you know you’re going out of town for work or anything, give me a call or just knock on my door. I’ll clean for you.”
You nodded your head as you wrote down your number on the small notepad stuck to his fridge. You walked past him, waving your hand.
“Bye, Leon.”
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It was the best pie he had ever had. Never has he finished half a pie in a single day. He could never sleep after coming home from missions; his body slumped on the couch as he peered out the window, dreading the disappointment in his chest at the sight of your car still being gone. But like magic, you pulled into your driveway. Maybe he liked the simple things in life, the simple things being you. He leaned over, his eyes switching the view to your still-open kitchen window, seeing you throw your purse onto the counter. He hummed to himself as he reached for his phone, dialing your number. Watching you smile as you reached for the phone, pressing it to your ear, following your lips as your voice echoed through his phone.
“Hello?”
Sweet voice.
“It’s me. I just wanted to thank you sincerely for the pie. It's definitely the best pie I've ever had.”
Leon chuckled as he stood up, tilting his phone as he held it to his ear with his shoulder.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I'm a great cook, and I can make you whatever cake you want.”
Leon’s head nodded as he leaned against his counter.
“Do you want to catch dinner sometime?”
He wished he could see your surprised reaction from his position on the couch, but your stuttering spoke volume.
“If you want to come over tonight- I can definitely make you something really good.”
Leon smiled as he walked to his bathroom, looking in the mirror.
“You this sweet to every guy? Or are you just being nice because I'm old?”
Leon teased as he pushed his way out of his bathroom and to his room.
“Oh, Leon, stop it. I do respect my elders, though..”
You joked, your giggle making his heart race as he looked for a somewhat lovely shirt.
“Nine? I’ll start cooking now.”
Leon tilted back, looking out his bedroom window. to see you digging through your fridge, a smile growing as he nodded.
“Nine is perfect, I’ll be right over.”
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𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰
Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader
Word count: 2,301
Summary: Your father hired Leon as your bodyguard.
𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴
Leon Scott fucking Kennedy
The name that you heard so much from the news and to the mouths of your family. They even think of hiring him as your bodyguard, to protect you from danger—danger from this world.
“He’s big and strong, a kind of man you need.” You remember your father utter those words, as if he’s implying that you couldn’t protect yourself. Isn’t that why you started to learn martial arts? You think you don’t need a man to save you from danger when you can fight danger on your own, as long as you train hard enough.
Men are shit, that’s what you always thought.
Your father is shit, he left you with your struggling mother who tried everything to provide for you. Then he had the audacity to take you away from her when she passed.
Your exes are shit, they either cheated on your or just didn’t made time for you. They’re assholes, you despise their good for nothing excuses.
Then degenerates you see on the streets, eyeing you and catcalling you as if you were some trophy to won over nor steal.
You wanted to test this bodyguard of yours his patience, how long will it take before he snaps and leaves.
Such a thrilling experience, right?
𝙸.
Rolling over in your bed, you groan and hit your pillow a few times then threw it across your room. Ever since your asshole of a father took you in after your mom’s funeral, he took you in without asking if you have a say in it. Although you and your mother struggled financially, she was a good mother—working extra hours to earn little salary just to buy you new toys and essentials when you were young.
You despise your father, despise those fancy dresses he buys to you, despise those expensive gifts that he bought for you a few weeks ago. You just hate everything in this household.
Your step-mom was a little controlling, whenever you put on a slight revealing outfit—she would comment about it and make you change clothes, although you don’t listen and just went out with that outfit, she’d glare as if someone committed a sin in front of her.
You got up from bed, grumbling. Reaching out to find your phone on the bedside drawer and check the time, 9:20 AM.
Slowly then quickly getting out of bed to shower, brush your teeth, put on make-up. If step-mom was here, she’d asked; “who are you getting dolled up for, honey?” faking an innocent tone.
Mind your business, bitch.
You wore a fitted top, flared jeans and the converse heels that your mother bought for you—it was expensive as hell, but you appreciate every hard effort that your mother gives. Just to make her only child happy.
You always clean it whenever it gets dirty, even a slightest dust would bother you and you’d whine and get angry when it gets even a slightest dirt.
Your mom did say that she had to borrow some money to buy those heels for you, but you didn’t get a chance who she loans to. You wanted to pay her back and help her with the expenses, even wanting to help her pay those money back. But she declined, she said that all she wanted is that to see her little baby pretty, healthy and happy.
Looking at yourself in the full length mirror, turning around to see if it’s a match and that you’re ready to slay for the day. You grabbed your bag with what you need and got downstairs, you were greeted with the aroma of delicious food at the kitchen. One of father’s maids was cooking your breakfast, “morning.” You greet her with a smile.
The maid turn and smiled, “morning, miss!” seeing you greet her with a smile every morning she cooks for you, gives a warming sensation to the maids heart, “can I have some coffee, please?” you asked nicely, the maid nods and follows as she serve your plat in front of you. You always ask so politely, always saying please and saying it in a calm tone—well, your father is like that too, but you’re stepmother? She demands.
“would you like your coffee to be hot or iced?” the question made you snap away from your thoughts, fiddling with your pen and staring blankly at your assignment that you should’ve done last night, but laziness hits so who could blame you? Your friends.
“iced please.” You turn back to your assignment, “professor didn’t even teach this in class, what the…” you grip onto your hair and let out a frustrated sigh. Maybe if Sarina came to school today, she’ll teach you, right?
You felt something cold next to your cheek, you flinch at the cold and snap your eyes towards the maid. She chuckle, “sorry, miss. I could not help myself.” God even the maid in this house speaks expensive.
You smiled and took your ice coffee and thank the maid, which she always bow with elegance and say, “I am happy to serve you.” As if you were her master and she’s your slave, serving you and taking your request as demands.
You ate and left. Walked to school? No, your father wouldn’t let you. He’ll order every helper around the house to have you driven to school, he’d even go far as fire a random servant when you go against his words—so not only you didn’t listen, but also got a servant (who’s minding their own business) in trouble.
You didn’t want that, so you just follow what your father says and be a good little girl.
You practically zoned out throughout the entire ride, your driver not wanting to offend if he breaths wrong and get him fired, he asked nervously. “M-Ma’am…” he starts and you snap back to reality, “we have arrived at your destination.” Embarrassed as you are, zoning out throughout the entire ride—you check the time, 10:10 AM. You look at the driver in the eye and smiled at him, “thank you!” and left him some tip.
“Ma’am, I-I can’t take this!” the driver yelled, but you were already inside the school ground, the drivers voice didn’t reach your ear because you have an assignment to turn in. Wanting to find Sarina quick, you know just the place she’ll be in.
The library, because she is a book whore.
Quickly making your way to the library, you spot her. Finally! You spoke in your mind and rushes up to her, your heels clicking. Sarina was alerted and look up from her book, her gaze was killing but when she knew it was you—it softens, this bitch doesn’t like to be interrupted when she’s reading. But if it’s you? She’ll make an exception.
“Forgot to do your assignment last night, or did laziness hit?” she asked, “can I say both?” you try to pretty blink your way out of that question, she rolled her eyes and place the bookmark in her book and snap it close. Hit you with the head slightly (since she’s reading a thick ass book in a hardbound cover.)
“That tactics doesn’t work on me, you know?” you sulk in defeat and nodded, “can you pleeeaaase give me a break down of chapter three and four?” you plead, sitting down and she follows. She cock a brow, “I’ll buy you books.” You try to bribe her, using her weakness and love for books—you know she couldn’t refuse for free stuff, right?
“deal.” She scoots over and starts to explain every possible detail of the chapter you’re struggling—not only you have a smart friend, you get a free tutor that you could only understand because the one most of your prof recommends are shit at explaining, couldn’t be at the same level of speech and understanding.
But Sarina? She adjust her speech and use examples that you could easily understand than speaking in riddles because she knew you’re that dumb, but you’re her little dumb, dumb.
Time check: 10:30 AM, that’s how fast and long how Sarina break down chapter three and four, you wonder why she hasn’t been taking advance lessons.
20 minutes and you took down notes from what Sarina said, you still have 20 more minutes to turn in your assignments. You look at Sarina with your pretty little eyes, “thank you, bestie.” You form your lips into a pout and hug her, “you are my savior.” You coo and pinch her cheeks gently, she cringe and hit you on the shoulder with her book, “stop doing that. And get to work.” She clicks her tongue and chuckle at you.
“Yes, ma’am!” you salute and stress on your assignment, muttering what Sarina said and looking back at your notes. Your posture is like a shrimp, Sarina wonder how you get so comfortable in that position—she remembers snapping at you because of your posture. You whine at her that day and sulk.
The girl watch you write down your answers, turn pages and look back and forth to your notes. She wonders why you act so differently towards her then you’re a strong fucking women towards other people, as if she had a little puppy—not a friend.
“Done!” you yelled, which got you harshly shush by the librarian, you bow to apologies and aggressive shake Sarina and chanting thank you and that she’s your savior.
“I promise to buy you books, you can get anything you want.” Those words were dangerous, you utter them to a literal book girlie. She’s going to empty your funding’s, so hope for the best.
Minutes later you came back and sat down next to her again, “turn it in?” she asked, “right on time.” You proudly said and lay your head over to her shoulder, clinging to her as if you’re a fucking koala.
“Jesus, you really need a fucking boyfriend. You cling like a lost koala.” Sarina said and try to get you off of her arm, which you wrap your hands around and refuse to let go.
“but I don’t have a boyfriend.” You try to sound sad to piss her off, “because you reject them, darling.” She rolls and gets back on reading. You let out a small boo-ho and still clings to her shoulder.
Prof was absent so you and your friend got some free time on the first period, silence was so loud that you began to get bored. Until she speaks, “by the way, have you seen the news?”
You cock your head, “hm?” you hum, “there’s been reports of women mysteriously disappearing then finding their location to another island.”
Interest sets in and you listens, loosening your grip from her arm, “heck, even the president’s daughter isn’t safe.”
“wait, wait. Hold your horses, even the president’s daughter?”
“Even. The presidents daughter.”
Jaw drop and crossing your legs, “tell me more.”
“apparently they sent their most best and dangerous agent.” Sarina said, giggling to herself and closing the book—oh wow, this motherfucker never closes her books before when she talks. Interesting.
“he got the presidents daughter safe and return home. Like, ack! He’s so dreamy, girl!”
You nod, so—the agent was a male. God you hate men, really. But hid an ick expression.
“his name is Leon Kennedy, by the way.” You see how your friend bit her lip and got back being all giggly to her book.
Leon Kennedy.
You heard the name before, you father said that if these kind of cases continue—he’ll have Leon Kennedy as your bodyguard, that’s right. Leon fucking Kennedy.
You hate how your father sees you as a meek and timid girl who can’t protect yourself, even your step-mom. Saying it’s for the better, my ass, you said in your mind and just zoned out.
Class ended at two sharp, your driver waiting for you as he greeted you with a smile and lifting his hat to add extra respect. You don’t know why father trained them like this but you don’t wanna ask either.
The whole ride, you talk with the driver for the first time—well, he asked you first. Asking how your day went by and setting the atmosphere something light and fun, he felt like a father to you for a moment, he advises like a dad and share his stories. He has a daughter too, he is a dad.
You almost let it slip, “you were the father I wanted.”
But he didn’t heard that and kept making still making bad dad jokes, it was so lame and bad that it made you laugh. You know one thing in mind, that your own father could not do this to you and with you.
Arriving home, several maids and butlers line up at the front door where you enter—greeting you in sync, their voices sounded like AI, “greetings and welcome back, young miss.” They said and you just stood there dumbfounded.
Still not used to this kind of treatment, “uhm, dismiss?” you said quietly, which all of them heard—they bow and left, completely dismissing them. As if they’re a trained slaves, you shudder at the feeling and something catches at the corner of your eyes, father was talking to someone.
Who is he?
He’s tall, broad shoulders, dirty blonde hair, blue iced eyes. He’s taller than your father, probably 5’11?
“Father.” You said, as much as you hate addressing him father, you just had to. “I’m home.”
“Ah! Lovely.” Father smiled, and gesture you to come closer. “dear, this man will be your bodyguard from now on.”
Huh.
Your mind absent and felt like time freezes, bodyguard?
“My name’s Leon. Leon Kennedy.”
No fucking way.
Next Chapter>>>
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Into the Ether (5)
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Vampire! Toreador! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader
Summary: At the all-night events cafe you run, you’ve become acquainted with an elusive patron, Leon, though you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. After a harrowing encounter, a love-hate relationship develops between the two of you as you grapple with your newfound status in a world of darkness and investigate the reasons behind the untimely attacks.
Content & Warnings: 18+ Resident Evil x Vampire: The Masquerade crossover, horror, mystery, romance, slow burn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, swearing, smoking, non consensual blood drinking, blood bond, vampire turning, violence, injury, mild gore, torture, religious themes, minor character death, RE ensemble, VtM concepts.
Authors' Note: Some violence ahead.
Taglist: @admirxation @xoxostarlet @miss-oranje-disco-dancer ❤️🔥
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Chapter 5: Elysium
Within the next 24 hours, you had been given a crash course into vampiric, or otherwise known as Kindred, unlife. Leon taught you how to rouse the blood, something you would need to do every night before you could rise from your dead slumber.
“Never go to bed hungry,” he warned. “You may not wake up for weeks.”
The next important thing was to use it for what he called the ‘Blush of Life’, so that you could pretend to look human. Without it, your skin was the color of ash, you were icy cold to touch and had no heartbeat. You remembered the shock on your face when you peered in the mirror at your grayish body and listless eyes. Resting his hand on your shoulder, he murmured, “You’re still beautiful to me.” You shrugged it off without a response.
Mending wounds required rousing the blood and so did using certain powers within ‘Disciplines’, but you hadn’t fully crossed that bridge yet. Apparently by focusing and channeling it through your blood, you would eventually be able to call upon the innate gifts endowed by your clan.
Some already occurred passively for you. Like when Leon tested you by hurling a glass at your face spontaneously. You caught it with perfect timing, assuming it was just by pure luck. But he rewarded you by throwing another, which you seized again flawlessly; your reflexes working double time compared to normal. He said it was dubbed ‘Celerity’.
“What the fuck, Leon?” you seethed, before smashing the glasses to the ground.
He sighed. It was gonna be a long night.
As for the other abilities, they would come with time as you honed your craft. Leon appeared to be positively cheerful about the whole thing though. “You’re doing really well,” he praised. “I’m sure you’ll pick them up fairly quickly, especially the simpler ones.”
“Like the Jedi mind trick?” you scoffed, referring to the time he pulled that on you in the park.
Pursing his lips, he ignored your jibe and clarified cautiously, “Yes, though that would be under Presence.”
He stretched out his back on his armchair; it took a lot out of his patience to educate you. You weren’t the easiest student to handle, seeing as how you were the opposite of what he had been like with Ada, always challenging him head-on, as if you were trying to catch him out on any slips he made. Not to mention the endless snarky remarks you doled out.
“There’s one more — Auspex, but we don’t have to worry about all of this for now.”
You huffed, shaking your head at all the strange terminology you had to put up with this evening. There were many things that depended on rousing, but that also meant that sometimes your hunger would increase. It was like Russian Roulette, you never knew when you’d get hit. And then, the topic that you’d been dreading came up.
“Feeding,” he began. “There are many ways to do it, but keep it discreet.”
“I’m sure bashing the guy on the head the other night was warranted,” you argued, your tone still fraught with bitterness.
His brows knitted into a slight frown. “It was an emergency,” he muttered, before attempting to change the subject.
Heading towards the fridge in his open plan kitchen, he opened it and handed you what appeared to be a blood bag. “If you want, you could try one of these… but they’re not to everyone’s tastes.”
You squished the liquid contents inside the PVC bag between your hands, causing it to pool on one side and then the other. Playing with your food. You shuddered. The concept was still so alien to you.
“The medical ones are almost undrinkable. However, the unprocessed ones could work, at least for you. Doesn’t really do anything for the older ones among us,” he explained, though there was a momentary pause when he noticed your discomfort.
“Hey, you okay?” Reaching out for the bag, he placed it back on the fridge shelf after you surrendered the item to him silently. “I know it’s a lot to take in right now. But, uh, we can go slow.” He swallowed anxiously, hoping he hadn’t touched a raw nerve with the subject matter.
Gesturing towards the compartment, he mentioned, “I have a couple of these in here now. You’re free to have them at any time… or not.”
“Yeah, sure, thanks,” you mumbled, nodding despondently as you turned in the other direction. He was trying to be nice, but everything that had happened so far felt like a bad dream you wanted to escape from. You still couldn’t accept your new reality.
“Would you like to take a break?” he asked tentatively. “We don’t have to continue with this tonight, if you want.”
Clearing your throat, you waved away his concern, trying to put on a brave front. “No, it’s fine. You said it won’t be long before we’d be called in front of the Prince… and Sheriff?” The pitch of your voice rose at the end of your sentence, uncertain of whether you had used the right titles; they sounded foreign to you, as if you were living in medieval times.
He had already explained to you the rough details of what had happened when you’d been attacked. It was difficult to wrap your head around the implications behind it, but the demonic face of your assailant continued to haunt you. Did you now have to testify in a sort of court? Would they bring you in for further questioning? How exactly did the judicial process work in this world?
According to Leon, Kindred culture and politics were a completely different ball game from those in the mortal world. So, as much as you had a tendency to wing it in your previous life, you were way out of your league in this one.
“I’m guessing with the shit that went down, I should try to be prepared.” You gazed at Leon intently, trying to read from his expression how bad the situation was.
There was a slight shift in movement of his lips, but other than that, nothing. Damn that man and his poker face.
“Okay, I’ll teach you what I can.” He took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. This time, you didn’t pull away. “Just stop me at any point.”
He spent a substantial period enlightening you about The Traditions, the laws of the Camarilla — the sect you now belonged to, unfortunately not by choice. The first law and most crucial of them all, was to uphold the Masquerade and prevent anyone from knowing about the existence of your kind. As of now, Leon, being your creator, or sire, was responsible for your actions until you progressed on from being a fledgling to a neonate. Basically, a point in time where you wouldn’t be treated as a baby anymore.
You began to understand that this was the same crappy autocratic system you had despised as a human, rife with contradictions. Especially when Leon proceeded to tell you about what he jokingly coined ‘Tradition 0’.
“The thing is, I can go on about all these rules, but whatever you do, don’t get caught.” He adjusted himself uneasily on his high stool, supposedly half-regretting what he had just informed you. You had a rebellious streak, he always knew that, and perhaps even liked it; living vicariously through your actions. But he was putting you in a dangerous spot by encouraging it.
“You’re telling me this?” you coughed out a laugh.
“Don’t make me regret it,” he cautioned right after, but you rolled your eyes at his remark. Typical.
“I’m just saying some rules are bullshit—”
“Glad we can agree on something,” you taunted.
“Right, well,” he sighed, the dull pounding at the temples of his head starting to grow more persistent. “Be smart about it.”
With that, he presented a burner phone and pager, nearly identical to the ones he owned. You grimaced at the old-fashioned, brick devices in front of you. One of the things Leon had iterated was the Camarilla’s blanket tech ban. He said it was a safety precaution against the Second Inquisition, or ‘SI’ for short, who’d managed to infiltrate hordes of Kindred through their carelessness. Personally, he shared his doubts about that, surmising it was more about the older generation’s fear of technology, and using the ban as yet another form of control.
“Technically speaking, you’re not even allowed to have one of these.” A slight smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he jiggled the phone, hoping you’d appreciate his word play. You didn’t, providing him with nothing more than a scowl.
Tough crowd, he shrugged before setting it down on the counter. “Anyway, I’m guessing your colleague’s gonna start worrying about your radio silence very soon.”
Fuck, Patrick. In the whirlwind of events, you’d forgotten about your instructions to him the other night.
“Pager’s usually for any comms from the Prince, among other more, uh, unconventional methods.” He recalled one of Hunnigan’s rats tailing him along the street with a spellbound look in its eyes, the dead drops, and the codes in graffiti at specific locations around the city, mimicking secret messages on ancient Venetian walls.
First things first though, you needed to allay any worries that resulted from your absence. You grabbed the phone, flipping it open. What was once a novel experience with Leon at the cafe now felt like a chore. You were unused to the stiff buttons, tiny screen and pixelated graphics as you punched in the numbers.
Pressing the age-old phone to your ear, the ringtone eventually came to halt, and you heard someone fumble on the other end of the line, along with a muffled shout over a wall of background noise, “Yeah, just a minute!”
“Patrick?” you addressed purposefully.
“Jesus! Where’ve you been? I tried calling you a million times; went straight to voicemail. Everyone’s been asking around for you! Did that guy—”
“I’m fine,” you cut in, stopping his rambling in its tracks. “Sorry I didn’t call earlier, I, um—” you glanced over at Leon as he eyed you inquisitively, wondering how you’d talk your way out of this one.
“Lost my phone; think I dropped it somewhere,” was the classic excuse you settled with.
Leon nodded approvingly.
“Explains the unknown number,” Patrick inferred. “Anyway, you coming in?”
You sucked in a sharp breath. “Uh, actually, I’m not feeling so hot.” That was at least a partial truth. “Gonna take this shift off too. Tell the rest I’m sorry.”
There was a low, static chuckle. “Must’ve been a wild night, huh?”
“Come on, seriously?” you guffawed, cursing workplace gossip with a passion. “It wasn’t—”
“Later, boss,” he drawled. “You deserve it.” He hung up before you had a chance to argue any further.
“Yeah, fuck you too, Patrick,” you grumbled, slamming the phone’s cover back onto itself as Leon failed to stifle a snicker.
He’d eavesdropped on the entire conversation. You flipped him off in response, which earned you an even louder chortle.
Both of you were interrupted by a series of beeps coming from Leon’s pager. He swiped it up in his right hand, taking a peek. His jaw tightened visibly, setting into a hard line as he regarded you with a rigid expression.
“The Prince beckons.”
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Huddling under the parasol that Leon held out to shield you from the pouring rain, you walked briskly beside him. Your heeled boots clacked along the city pavement, as you headed towards what appeared to be an inconspicuous underground shelter. Drawing closer, you saw the distinct mark of the Umbrella Corporation logo at its entrance.
Security cameras lined the walls and an access control pad lit up by the side. Scanning his magnetic token against the reader, he keyed in a numeric code which caused a set of doors to open, allowing you to enter an elevator shaft.
“Umbrella’s involved?” you gasped in incredulity. It never occurred to you that the multinational conglomerate would be so intrinsically tied to the underworld.
Leon shot you a dour look, his brows puckered as a clear sign of his discomfort. “Yeah, the Prince is its biggest investor.”
You clucked your tongue. No wonder they’d always seemed shady. “So, this Prince… has he got a name?”
“Mm hm, Wesker.”
Given the way he had spat it out, you didn’t have to be a genius to guess that Leon wasn’t very fond of the man in any respect. It wasn’t a surprise, since to you, all corporate overlords were the same — evil, money-grabbing assholes.
“You would do well to follow my lead when we meet him,” he counseled gravely, as you reached the bottom level of the place, and stepped out onto the platform that serviced one of Umbrella’s many private subways across the city.
You were the only ones in the empty station. It was eerily silent until you boarded the automated train, whereupon a robotic voice announced, “This train is bound for NEST. Do not exit until the final destination.”
Leon’s mood seemed to grow increasingly morose the further you journeyed towards Elysium, where the Prince had his quarters open as a neutral ground for the Camarilla vampires to be entertained, relax and attend to important discussions. It just so happened that Wesker considered himself to be the greatest scientist ever known to mankind and fancied his Elysium to be instated within Umbrella’s laboratory complex. Apparently, the location had been considered unorthodox, but no one dared to challenge the Prince, instead resorting to petty complaints behind his back.
As he gave you a brief rundown of the place, who you should avoid and how you should behave, the train braked, stopping at the facility’s station. Leon’s final words of warning echoed in your ears, “Remember, you answer to me, and only me. Not to my sire, not to anyone else. Got that?”
Under normal circumstances, you would have made some flippant remark and opposed his sudden display of authority over you, but you’d never seen him this unnerved before. He steeled himself, his countenance turning stoic and impenetrable; the only remnant of who he was shone through his sapphire eyes. It was as if he had changed into a completely different person and you weren’t sure what to make of it. Instead, you chose to hold your tongue and observe the situation. Nodding quickly, you stuck close to him as he requested while entering the sterile, clinical setting of Wesker’s inner sanctum.
As you walked across an extended bridge towards the East Area, you noticed cliques of what you assumed were other vampires hanging around the pathways and the circular main shaft. Sipping on scarlet liquid in wine glasses, they whispered to each other, sneering as they gave you the side-eye.
Your ears pricked up as you tried to zero in on their hushed conversations. All at once, you heard a cacophony of voices surrounding you.
“She won’t last a week.”
“I’ll give her three days at most.”
“I heard she tasted delicious.”
“No wonder Leon couldn’t restrain himself.”
The voices were overwhelming, coming from all directions, and at times sounding right up close to your ear. You felt woozy and nearly stumbled, if not for Leon wrapping his arm around to catch you. He threw you a look of concern, but said nothing as he led you away from the crowd.
“Easy there, wouldn’t want to accidentally fall off the ledge now, would we?”
You ignored the feminine voice, allowing her silvery laughter to wash over you as you resolved to focus on the task ahead. Harden yourself, you breathed, imagining a void abyss into which your emotions could be emptied. Leon had mentioned they would try to faze you, and you knew now, more than ever, that in order to make it out of here in one piece, you’d need to place your trust in the man who had upended your very life.
From one door to the next, the way this complex was built seemed to mimic that of a spacecraft. The final set of doors swooshed open as its panels glided along the tracks. You set foot into a neatly manicured greenhouse, its lower temperature and misty atmosphere contributing to the lushness of the plants it housed.
There was a tall, athletically built man in a full black formal ensemble, topped with a smart, matching coat, standing with his back to you on an elevated section of the room that served as a podium. His sandy, almost platinum blonde hair was gelled back neatly, and his hands, donned with fitted black leather gloves, were interlocked behind him in a military stance. He appeared to be fixated on something through a glass window below him.
At his side stood a svelte lady with a tousled, brunette bob, dressed mostly in camouflage garb except for a striking cobalt blue tank top. She wielded a broad, heavy-duty steel machete, its surface catching the light and casting a menacing glint. A Doberman Pinscher sat obediently by her side, vigilantly surveying its surroundings.
It was only when you passed through the pathway connecting the entrance to the podium that you realized others were lurking around the shrubbery. Their eyes gleamed in a variety of otherworldly colors as they looked on with aroused interest at the spectacle before them. The vibe was tense, but you couldn't quite place your finger on the exact cause.
As Leon reached the edge of the stairs leading up to where Wesker was standing, he placed his hand diagonally across his chest, bowing in reverence. “My Prince,” he greeted, casting a stern glance at you to indicate that you should follow.
You dipped your head in an awkward semi-bow, feeling completely out of place amid the formality of such a situation. He wrinkled his nose at your halfhearted attempt but left it at that, deciding it would work more in your favor not to make an obvious fuss over it. It was only then that the formidable man turned around to acknowledge the pair of you. His height, accentuated by the elevated platform, made him appear even more imposing as he towered over you. Although he sported a pair of pitch black sunglasses, you could still see the red glow of his eyes like burning embers behind them.
“Leon Kennedy and his newly Embraced childe.” He grinned wolfishly, though you didn’t understand what was so funny. “I realize your initiation to unlife was under… rather dire circumstances. My sincerest apologies.”
The tone of his voice seemed to suggest that he was mocking you, rather than being genuinely sympathetic to your plight. Your temper was beginning to flare up again, but when you peered over at Leon, you saw the strained look in his eyes and the tautness of his neck, almost as if he was pleading for Wesker to show some form of mercy. His vulnerability struck at your core, and you felt a sense of pity for him to be reduced to such a docile position. Biting your tongue, you quelled the simmering anger that was threatening to boil over.
“Such fire in her eyes,” Wesker tutted, smirking at Leon knowingly, though your sire remained expressionless. Holding out his arms, he welcomed you with them, “Let me have a closer look at you.”
For the first time you had entered Elysium, a bone chilling fear ran through your entire body, though it was soon replaced by the warmth and weight of Leon’s hand on your back, gently coaxing and ushering you towards Wesker with a reassuring gaze. You knew he was supporting you through this, despite harboring the same trepidation and dread within himself.
Once you were inches away from Wesker, he reached out, tucking his fingers under your chin to tilt your face from side to side under the harsh beams of light hanging overhead from the ceiling. “Hmm, not bad.” He licked his lips suggestively. “Tell me, Leon, did she taste as good as Sherry?”
Sherry? Who was—
“I am certain that Sherry is more suited to your palette, Prince.” His evasiveness carried a wisp of sadness.
A respectable Prince never needed to rely on any of his Disciplines to incite fear and control over others in Court. Wesker, as a Ventrue, was more than skilled at Dominate, and could have chosen to use it indiscriminately. But what good is a Prince who relies on the powers of the blood to achieve his desires? A weak pushover. An idiot who should’ve been overthrown yesterday.
Leon knew that Wesker reveled in prodding at his vulnerable spots with an invisible stick just to put him in his place. In turn, he was expected to perform this little monkey dance each time around the Prince for his acceptance. He just prayed that you would continue to be sensible; you were trying your best so far to temper your emotions and he was proud of you.
“Very well.” Wesker released your face, before signaling to someone at the back of the room. “Bring the rat in,” he summoned.
A scrawny man clad in a torn and bloodied hoodie was dragged by his chains towards the center of the room. His face had been mutilated and bizarre, occult symbols were burnt into his skin. Kicked to the ground, he sniveled woefully, scrambling to clasp his hands together as he begged, “P-please, I-I don’t know anything else, I swear!”
“Silence!” his captor roared.
Turning back to you, Wesker gestured towards the prisoner. “This abomination was part of the group that attacked your kind. They conducted what we call a Mass Embrace,” he lectured.
“If your sire taught you well, you would know which of the Traditions were broken?” The lilt at the end of his sentence informed you that this was a test, as he peered at you expectantly.
You caught a glimpse of recognition in Leon’s eyes, as he offered a subtle smile in encouragement.
“Two of them,” you answered, crossing your fingers that you had memorized the text correctly. “Breaching the Masquerade and unsanctioned siring of another Kindred.”
A slow, deliberate clap echoed through the room. “Indeed,” Wesker commended.
For some reason, he then decided to recite the Third Tradition in its entirety, as if hinting at something to you. “Thou shalt sire another only with permission of thine Elder. If thou createst another without thine Elder's leave, both thou and thy progeny shalt be slain.”
Before you could respond, the woman with the machete stepped forward. “I am ready to fulfill my duty, Prince.”
“Oh, Jill.” He gave her a fond side smile. “So eager for blood.”
There was a slight pause before he nodded. “Final Death. See to it then, my trusted Sheriff.”
In an instant, she leapt across the wide distance separating the Prince from the captive, and hacked off the screaming man’s head with one clean sweep. You flinched, shielding your eyes from the gruesome display as the other vampires murmured to each other animatedly.
This was meant as a lesson. Wherever you went, you would be observed and judged, and if necessary, put down like a dog just as that vampire had been.
As the corpse was carried away, the rest of the audience took their cue to leave the vicinity, boredom setting onto their faces once again as they sauntered out. You were about to head down the stairs, when Wesker grabbed your wrist, motioning for Leon to join him as well. “Wait a moment, little one,” he cooed.
When the room had emptied out save for the three of you and Jill in the background, Wesker spoke up, directing his question to your sire, “Since you were at the scene, any guesses as to who might be responsible?”
“Well, based on the particulars of the Embrace, and their love for creating shovelheads, the obvious choice would be the Sabbat. The clues seem to point there at least,” Leon deduced logically. “The Anarchs would be fools to pull off something so bold… and stupid.”
“The Sabbat, those insolent rats,” Wesker hissed. A hint of rage tainted his voice, as he balled his gloved hand into a tight fist, causing the leather to pile and squeak. “Do you know how much trouble this incident has caused me?”
“The Raccoon City newspapers and broadcasting network have been going off their rockers about this,” Jill piped up, making her way over with her Doberman in tow. “The fire covered up any real evidence, but the Raccoon Police Department suspects foul play. They’re calling for witnesses.”
“Leon, I have come to value your experience, especially with such delicate matters,” Wesker remarked. “I want you to investigate this for me. We can’t have any more of these imbeciles popping up where they shouldn’t be. Next thing you know, the SI comes knocking at our door.”
He glanced over at you again as a calculating smile spread across his face. “Take the fledgling with you. Let this be a way to prove herself as an asset to our domain.”
“As you wish, my Prince,” Leon obliged, though you could tell that he was dismayed by the outcome.
“Jill will brief you about the case after you’ve had your refreshments,” he continued. “Otherwise, our meeting here is concluded.”
At this, he released his grip on your wrist, the imprint of his hand still visible around it. Leon took the opportunity to loop his arm protectively around your waist, pulling you snugly against him as he escorted you toward the exit. You hated to admit it, but after the overwhelming events of today, you were thankful for the comfort he provided you.
However, after settling into a private booth in the lounge on the lower level of the East Area, Wesker’s words came back to haunt you. “Thou shalt sire another only with permission of thine Elder.”
The tenet ran through your mind over and over again, until it finally dawned on you that your Embrace was by no accident. Leon had planned to turn you all along. You would have been beheaded by Jill if he hadn’t acquired Wesker’s permission in advance.
Your lips quivered as you stopped drinking the ruddy fluid from the glass that had been offered to you on the way in. It clinked as you placed it down on the crystal countertop before facing the man in question.
“You’re a goddamn liar, you know that?” you reproached, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
With just one look at you, he knew that you had discovered his dirty little secret. “It wasn’t meant to happen like this. I was going to give you the choice,” he asserted, shuffling closer in desperation as he reached out to cup your cheek in his hand.
“Like hell you were!” you jeered, pushing him back by the shoulders.
“I’m telling you the truth!” he exclaimed, unwilling to let you go as his eyes darted in panic, and his expression crumpled into despair. “Please, you have to believe me.”
Suddenly, the curtains drew open as a sultry, contralto voice rang out, “There you are!”
You jolted towards the source, finding yourself face-to-face with a glamorous lady in a rouge thigh-high slit dress. Her raven black hair was styled into a sleek, angular bob cut which was tucked behind her ears. A foxy smirk played across her bold red lips.
“Oh, Leon, why haven’t you introduced us? I’ve heard so much about you.”
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Operation: Pamper Condor One
Summary: It’s your one year anniversary and you decide to make it your mission to give Leon the treatment he deserves.
Pairing: Leon Kennedy (any Leon of your choice tbh) x Fem!Reader
Warning: toothrotting fluff
Note: yeah I know, I know it’s spooky season but I’m a lover for the aesthetic of Valentine’s Day and thought it’d make this Drabble even more romantic. Sue me! Either way I hope you enjoy! This one is one of my longer ones.
February 14th was a day you despised with every fiber of your being. The hearts, roses, and the sickly shades of red and pink never swooned you. Any mention of the holiday earned a gag and an eye roll from you in return. Mainly because it reminded you how single you were, but you never said that aloud. Instead you went with the more indirect reasonings when questioned,
“Valentine’s day is just another unnecessary commercial exploitation” was your favorite one to use. But deep down, you envied those who got to celebrate having a significant other, wishing you could join in all of the fun. That is, until Leon Kennedy came along. Being the cliche and cheesy guy that he is deep down, he decided it’d be romantic to ask you to be his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day at your doorstep with an oversized bouquet of roses. One year later and your perception of this romantic holiday had completely been redefined. That’s what love does to you, you guess.
And now here you were, a week before Valentine’s day secretly planning the most romantic evening you have ever planned in your life. To be fair, it was the first romantic evening you ever planned, making it the most romantic thus far. It being the first romantic date you had planned made you all the more excited and anxious to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. Not one candle or balloon was out of place. Despite all the chatter from your friends, saying that it should be the boyfriend planning these sort of dates on this holiday, you didn’t care how you may look putting this together. More important matters were at hand, specifically Leon not really being the same since his last mission.
You remembered clearly how exhausted he looked when you picked him up from the airport, how he practically fell into your arms, how permanent his frown has been since then. You hated seeing him like that. You wish you could take his pain and exhaustion away, but you couldn’t, and that you hated more. So, in hopes to lift his spirits, you thought of Valentine’s day being the perfect opportunity to give him the treatment he deserves, especially on a day that the both of you held dear to your hearts. Screw the tradition, the expectations, all you cared about was getting your Leon back. The Leon who was serious to some but especially giddy and happy with you. The Leon who always had a twinkle in his eye when explaining something he was passionate about. You were getting him back if it was the last thing you did.
The week flew out the window with the fiercely cold winds of winter, and the time had finally come to execute Operation: Pamper Condor One. Wearing a lipstick red chain knit sweater and a pair of jeans, you pull your hair up into a bun at the top of your head and wrap it with a white scrunchy with tiny hearts. Looking in the mirror you didn’t expect to come to this point in your life. You didn’t think you’d ever enjoy today like this, much less with someone who made life worth perceiving at a different, more positive angle. But, you weren’t complaining, you liked this new you and you sincerely hoped that you could bring the old Leon back tonight.
Looking around your apartment with brows furrowed, you murmured your checklist to yourself to ensure everything was in place. It was safe to say that you went all out with this one. Heart shaped pillows replaced your usual everyday pillows on the couch, candles were lit everywhere in the house to the point where it was almost a safety hazard, and most importantly, rose petals scattered on the sheets of your bed. Nibbling on your thumbnail, your mind spirals in a panic as you wait for him to arrive.
Is this too much? Will he hate it?
You thought to yourself looking around the apartment from your couch, your legs crossed and your one heart patterned sock covered foot bouncing anxiously. So deep in thought, you jump at the sound of Leon’s familiar knock, one he came up with so you knew it was him at your door. Standing up so fast, you begin to almost see stars as you clumsily make your way to your front door and swing it open.
“Hey beautiful” Leon greets, his voice soft, sentimental, yet so very exhausted. With an oversized bouquet of your favorite type of flower in his arms, he has to tilt his head to the side to look at you.
“Awe you shouldn’t have!” you gush happily as you tug his arms toward you to lead him inside.
“You didn’t think I’d forget our one year did you?” He grunts as he places the bouquet down on your kitchen counter.
“Never” You reply with a giggle as you watched him lean back to stretch his back,
“Jesus, those are heavy” He groans to himself, “you also have something coming in later tonight”
You couldn’t help but snicker at his obliviousness towards his surroundings, as he continued to speak,
“I also got us a reservation at your favorite restaurant, we’re supposed to be there in… wait what’s all this?” he asks softly, turning around and taking notice of the romantic ambience of your apartment.
“I’d cancel that reservation if I were you, because we’re not going” you say leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing your arms,
“We aren’t?” He asks cautiously, turning back to you. You smile smugly and shake your head,
“Nope, tonight we’re going to be focusing on you” turning him to face you and wrapping your arms around his neck, you place a soft peck on his lips as his eyes turn up in thought,
“Me?” He murmurs against your lips, earning an agreeing hum from you in return,
“Go sit at the dining table, I’ll be there in a minute okay?” still a bit unsure of how this evening was going to turn out, he eventually nods and makes his way to your circle dining table. Noticing a wrapped box leaning against his chair, wondering what it could be.
Not long after, you walk out with a pizza box in your hand, Leon’s eyes immediately light up noticing the emblem on the top lid,
“Is that–”
“Your favorite? Of course” you triumphantly respond, placing the box on the table and opening the lid. The savory aroma of melted cheese and pepperoni filled the air which filled Leon’s eyes with excitement. Something you hadn’t seen in a while, seeing it now made your heart soar. So far, your plan was going swimmingly. Serving him a slice, you place a kiss on his forehead and sit across from him. While taking a bite of his pizza, he looks around at all your hard work and attention to detail in awe,
“Babe, you did all of this…for me?” You look up from your plate and reach out to take his hand with a loving smile,
“Well, you’re always taking care of me, I thought maybe I could do it for a change” You explain, a bashful grin growing on your lips as you squeeze his hand. His eyebrows furrow as his mouth falls slightly, something told him it was because of how he’d been acting since he came home. Guilt washed over him, he thought he had hid it so well. But this extravagant gesture showed him the opposite of what he thought was reality. You had often asked him what happened and if he was feeling okay and in return, he just shrugged it off. Telling you not to worry about him, that he could take care of himself. Little did he know how much that isolated the both of you back then. But he saw it now,
“Baby, I’m sorry for being so off lately and shutting you out. I thought I was protecting you but I think I did the opposite” your eyes softened at his words as you stood from your chair. Kneeling down you take him in your arms and kiss his forehead,
“I know” your breath brushed against his skin, causing his shoulders to drop slightly, “You were trying to tough it out right?”
With a soft exhale through his nose, he nods his head slightly, “You know you don’t have to carry this weight on your own right? That’s what I’m here for” you continue brushing some his hair away from his face,
“I guess, I don’t exactly know how to do that” resting your forehead against his own, you rest your hands behind his neck, the pads of your fingers making his eyes flutter slightly in bliss,
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it easier for you, starting tonight”
A small smile grows on his face, your soft voice always being music to his ears, and knowing you cared this much, to do all this for him. Since you two had intertwined your lives, you continued to show him what he had been missing. What he yearned without knowing. Nodding his head, he leans in to press his lips to yours. His hands gently lifted you closer to him and before you knew it, you were sitting on his lap, legs dangling over his right thigh as your lips failed to pull away. Every kiss rebukes all anxieties and fears from both of your minds. After one last peck, his lashes flutter down as he notices the wrapped present against his chair again. You notice and with a chuckle you reach down and place it on the table,
“Happy One Year my love” you coo nuzzling your head against the side of his. You wished you could take a photo of the look on his face as he eyed the carefully wrapped box. He looked like a little boy on Christmas Day,
“go on, open it” you urge. With a quiet laugh he makes the first tear of the paper and then another tear. With your legs swinging, you watch him open the box and pull out a T-Shirt and read the words. His smile widens as he reads it and out comes a laugh you missed so dearly, like a dream that flees from you the moment you awake.
“My Girlfriend Is Hotter Than You” he reads it aloud and places a smooch on your cheek, “that she is, that she is”
“That’s not all” you say with a smirk, earning an eyebrow raise from him,
“Is there something else in the box?”
“Nope” your hands leave his neck and reach the hem of your sweater, beginning to lift it from your body. A motion, you noticed, made Leon’s cheeks redden. You lift it over your head and drop it to the floor to reveal your matching t-shirt,
“My Boyfriend Is Hotter Than You” in bold black letters matching him. He practically gasps and tightens his arms around you peppering kisses along your neck, making you giggle from his excitement,
“And you said you hated these type of shirts” he points out smugly,
“What can I say? You’re a bad influence on me” you retort back, standing up from his lap and extending your hand,
“C’mon the night isn’t over” Leon’s ears redden from your words, as he takes your hand and lets you lead him into the bedroom. Sitting him on the bed, you grab his shirt and lift it from the bottom, with a shy yet excited twinkle in his eyes, he lets you. Placing it neatly on your dresser, you sit behind him on the bed,
“What are you doing?” Leon asks with a look of intrigue on his face,
“Giving you a massage, duh” you tease,
“Oh, I thought we were gonna…” he clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle, “right” he adds, sounding a tad disappointed. Pressing a kiss on the back of his neck, sending shivers down the man’s spine, you ruffle his hair and whisper in his ear,
“Maybe later” you almost saw his ears perk up from your words as your hands stroked along the scars littering his back. You remembered the first time you saw those scars. Wanting to kiss every single one of them away, knowing how much of a burden they casted on your lovely boyfriend. Resting your hands on his shoulders, your thumbs knead the area beneath, feeling the pent up tension,
“Does this hurt?” You ask with uncertainty,
“No, feels good” he murmurs, his eyes gently closed. With a sigh of relief you begin to rub down and knead every area of his back. Sighs and grunts escape his lips as he feels his body tense and relax from your touch. You smiled softly, glad to see him receiving the attention and care he deserved. You couldn’t imagine how tense he must have felt using his body so brutally to survive and play hero. You could feel the exhaustion, pain, and stress leave with every manipulation of muscle, “I love you” he murmurs again, his eyes half lidded and a dreamy smile on his lips.
“I love you, too” you softly respond, hugging him from behind, “how do you feel now?”
“Amazing” he mutters under his breath, “Thank you”
You can’t help but gush at his words, always so sweet, so polite. Getting up from the bed you run to the bathroom and take one of your clay masks and place it on your dresser,
“You’re really spoiling me here” he comments bashfully as you also come back with the leftover pizza in the pizza box, his gift and turn on the tv.
You chuckle and begin opening the clay mask and walk over to him. He widens his eyes and holds his hands up, “Wait, lemme do something first” he says, causing you to lift your brows curiously. Grabbing the t-shirt you gifted him, he slips it on and admires the letters spreading across his chest, “Okay now you can continue”
“So you like the shirt huh?” You tease smearing the teal paste onto his forehead,
“I thought I made it obvious” he retorts back sassily, closing his eyes. You roll your eyes and continue smearing the mask on his face,
“There all done, now just relax” you reassure, pressing him farther onto the bed,
“Wait, you’re not wearing a mask” he points out taking the paste from you, “c’mere”
“Leon, this is about you remember” you protest,
“Last I checked, it’s our one year anniversary, not mine. Now come here, I’m not doing this alone” he adds the last part sternly, making you sigh in defeat and scoot over to him so he can apply the paste onto your face. You can’t help but smile as you watch him carefully apply the paste on your face as neatly as possible. After he finishes, he kisses your lips earning a sound in protest,
“Babe, you’re going to make the mask crack” you say sheepishly,
“Tuff” he remarks, hovering his body over yours to kiss you more deeply.
The doorbell rings making Leon pull away, his eyes filled with excitement,
“It’s here” he whispers to himself, hopping off the bed and making his way to the door. Coming back he holds a gigantic teddy bear, the exact one you were eyeing while the two of you were running errands together,
“You didn’t!” You gasp,
“I did” effortlessly, lifting the teddy bear that was half the size of him, he places it next to you, “like it?”
“I love it! Thank you” you gush hugging the bear tightly.
“Alright alright, I’m right here you don’t need to cuddle it now” he adds, a tinge of jealousy in his tone, pushing the bear aside and collapsing onto you earning an,
“Oof” from you as you wrapped your arms around him,
“I think I’m ready to talk about it all now” he says as he lays his head against your chest, looking up at you with puppy eyes. You feel all your worries of this plan being a disaster fall away from his words,
“Well go on, I’m listening” with a long, tired sigh he begins to explain everything. The horrors, the betrayals, the losses he endured to make it home. You kept quiet and let him talk about it. Your hands massaging his scalp to comfort him. Once he was done, he lifted himself up from you to look into your eyes,
“I really am sorry for shutting you out. I was just.. afraid of burdening you”
“What you go through, I want to go through it with you. I wish you understood that, that’s what I mean when I say I love you”
“I understand that now.” He begins to say, “we’re a team right?”
“Exactly, you’re so smart” your compliment causes him to blush and smile,
“What was it you said about doing something later?” He says endearingly,
“I said maybe”
“Is it more of a yes than a no kind of maybe or…” he responds suggestively, pressing himself against you making you blush slightly, “Because I think I owe you something in return for all of this, princess”
“If it frees your conscience, sure” wrapping your arms around his neck you lean forward and share a kiss with your lover. Feeling his smile curve against your own, it was safe to say Operation: Pamper Condor One was a success.
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dimbles of venus
Leon Kennedy x Male Reader Smut.
I played my first resident evil game a long time ago, but couldn't finish cause I was too scared (also because I got stuck on a boss). There are so many hot guys in the franchise though that I've been thinking about giving it another try. This fic is inspired by this image. Leon mainly bottoms in this, but there's a tiny part where he tops at the end.
Since Leon joined Raccoon City’s police department, it feels like you’ve been trying to fix your routine. Some days, it’s easier; others, it’s more complicated.
As all days start, it begins in the morning. You wake up to his alarm blaring out in the dark space of your bedroom. The covers do little to muffle the noise when you pull them tightly around your ears.
The display pulls a chuckle out of Leon at least, “sorry, baby,” he whispers after turning off the alarm. He reaches out into the dark and his hand lands on your shoulder. For a few seconds, he rubs at your shoulder over the cover before the touch pulls away and you hear the bathroom door opening and then closing.
When you pull the cover down and look at the clock, the red numbers display the same time you’re used to seeing. When your eyes open again after you hear the bathroom door open, nearly twenty minutes have passed.
The light from the bathroom door cuts through the darkness, letting you watch Leon get ready for the day. He steps around the room quietly, putting the pieces of his uniform on one by one. When he has to grab something from the closet, you hear him let out a soft curse under his breath when he accidentally shuts the door louder than he intended.
You pull yourself up from the bed and pad over to where he’s standing. You press a kiss onto his shoulder, the same one he put his hand on earlier on your body. It feels too early to speak so you go into the bathroom instead, but not before sending Leon a small smile.
You brush your teeth and stare at your bleary-eyed reflection in the mirror. You could’ve gone back to sleep if you wanted, not having to get to work for a few hours, but you’ve grown used to these quiet mornings with Leon.
“Coffee?” Leon asks when you step into the kitchen.
You respond after kissing him softly, “yeah,” you rub your eyes as you open one of the cabinets and grab two mugs. When you place them down beside the machine as it brews the hot liquid into the pot, Leon grabs you before you can step over to the fridge.
The creamer in the fridge can wait, you decide as Leon presses his lips to yours and the two of you exchange several soft kisses. You can feel parts of his uniform dig into your torso, but you don’t mind.
You reluctantly pull away when the machine powers down to finish what you were doing. Leon grips the sides of the counter like that’s the only thing that’s keeping him in place and not following you and resuming what you were doing. It brings a small smirk to your face.
“What?” Leon asks when you turn around.
“Nothing,” you respond before stealing another quick kiss.
Leon asks you the same thing every morning, and this morning it’s after you’ve both sat down at your small dining room table. “Why don’t you go back to bed?” He asks after taking a sip of his coffee.
“I won’t be able to after this,” you gesture to the cup that sits in front of you.
Leon sets his own down before speaking again, “I hate that I wake you up so early every morning,” he smiles sadly down at the table.
“So you want me to go to bed and leave you all alone?” You ask. You keep your face blank, but your expression soon cracks as you smile and let out a laugh.
“I just know how grumpy you can get without your sleep,” Leon responds, laughing harder when you try to kick him under the table. He easily catches your foot in between his ankles.
You wrap your hands around the warm mug, wondering if Leon’s face feels as warm as the liquid inside as you glance up and see a blush light up his face. You sit in silence as you both drink your cups of coffee. When you look up at Leon, he sits there, already watching you.
You see him out the door nearly an hour later. Your hands itch at your sides as you say goodbye beside the door. You want to reach out and beg him not to go and go back to bed, but you know how hard he worked to get to where he is and you don’t want to threaten that.
Leon knows he’s in a dangerous profession and knows that you worry, but he still goes through with it every morning. “Hey,” Leon says softly, cupping his hands on your face. You must have stood there for too long, unmoving with your face full of emotion.
“I’m fine. I just worry about you,” you say.
“I know,” Leon says simply. He kisses you, soft and slow, and when you pull back, you’re both smiling. “I worry about you too, you know.”
Leon’s thumbs run along the edges of your mouth as you let out a soft laugh, “I work the day shift at a grocery store, why would you be worried?”
“Those shopping carts are dangerous. You nearly-”
“I know, I know,” you push away from Leon, “you nearly ran over my foot the last time we went shopping,” you fake a voice, trying your best to sound like him.
Leon laughs in the same way he had at the table and kisses you one last time before he’s out the door.
-
That evening, Leon comes home exhausted.
You’re in the kitchen when he comes home, humming a song under your breath as you stir the food you’re preparing on the stove. You only see him for a few seconds when he comes inside as he heads straight for your bedroom to change out of his work clothes.
He’s back a few minutes later to wrap his arms around your waist. He rests his weight on your back and lays his head on your shoulder. He lets out a soft chuckle when he recognizes the tune, “I hate that song.”
“At least you don’t have to hear it almost every hour of your shift,” you run your fingers down one of his arms and they tighten around you momentarily.
Leon turns his head to kiss up the column of your neck, “just quit your job,” he whispers when he gets to your ear.
You had talked about it before when he had first joined the force, and when he got paid for the first time. You always used the excuse of how easily bored you could get when he brought it up. Another time, you brought up how it’s smart to have extra money saved up.
Really, you could quit your job if you wanted to. You were sure you could find a hobby, and Leon made enough money for the both of you to live comfortably. The only thing you could think about saving for was a bigger apartment or even a house, but you liked where you lived now, even if it felt cramped sometimes.
“So I can be your stay at home boyfriend?”
“You do already cook for me,” Leon said, looking over your shoulder to see what you were making.
You elbowed him in his side, not enough to hurt, but just enough that Leon stepped away laughing.
Leon placed a soft kiss on your cheek after grabbing two plates and setting them on the counter. This time, he leaned against the counter, his body facing where you stood as he told a story about how his day at work was.
He continued on even as you ate dinner, gesturing around wildly with the fork he held. It brought a small smile to your face.
Done with his story, you and Leon washed dishes silently. His soapy fingers would brush against yours when you would pass clean dishes over for him to dry.
“Shouldn’t your fingers be dry?” You asked after handing him a wet fork.
“I would be if you didn’t throw the dishes at me at get water everywhere,” he said, not taking his eyes off the fork he was drying. “I’ve already taken a shower tonight, you know,” he smirked, and went to go place it back in the drawer.
“Thanks for reminding me,” you said dryly. “Stop!” You yelped when he placed his wet fingers on the back of your neck.
“What? I’m just waiting for the next thing I have to dry,” Leon said innocently.
This time, you handed him the dish roughly, making sure a few droplets of water would land on him.
Leon shook his head, trying but failing to keep the smile from appearing on his face, “I’m holding a weapon.”
You let out a laugh, “the coffee mug you used this morning?”
“You know how sturdy this thing is? I’ve dropped it so many times.”
“I know. That’s why I get up with you every morning so I can see when it finally breaks.”
“That hurts,” Leon holds a hold up to his heart, “but I can’t really blame you.”
It’s quiet after that as you finish up. When you’re all done, Leon wraps an arm around your shoulder as you take the short walk from the kitchen to the living room. If you feel the wetness of his fingers wetting the fabric of your shirt, you ignore it and choose to lean into his touch instead.
He keeps his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder as you settle down onto the couch, like he’s afraid you’re going to run away.
“What do you want to watch?” Leon asks.
“Don’t care,” you rest your head on his shoulder, watching as Leon flips through the channels with the remote.
He settles on a nighttime sitcom that you barely pay attention to. Leon can pose as such a distraction, even in quiet moments. Perhaps it isn’t really that though. Maybe it’s your body having a natural reaction to him being this close to you.
It’s like a thrumming under your skin that’s only sated when your lips are on his. His mouth is wet and soft when you press your lips to his. They open easily to let your tongue inside, just as easy as it is to wiggle your way into his lap.
What plays on the television is soon forgotten as all of Leon’s attention is turned toward you. Your nights usually end up like this: with you or Leon in the other’s lap, lazily kissing and rolling your hips into each other.
You always keep your hands above the waist and Leon does the same. You normally save sex for the weekend, with you’re both off work for two days and are able to fully enjoy it. Not that you didn’t sometimes enjoy it fast, you just preferred to take your time.
With it being a Thursday, you only had one more day to wait. It made the pleasure curling in your gut all the sweeter.
Leon could read you well and could tell just from the pitch of your moans that your orgasm was starting to build. He pulled away from the kiss you were just locked in and moved his hands from your hips to your back. He pulled you down as he fell back into the couch, holding your body against his to keep you from moving.
Your head fell onto his shoulder, trying to get your breathing back under control while trying to ignore how your hard cock was pressed right against his. It felt like forever for your erection to go down, but when it eventually did, Leon rewarded you with a few soft presses of his lips to yours.
You could see a blush lighting up his pale skin when he pulled away. You ran a thumb down his cheek, chasing the heat under his skin. In contrast, the hair on the back of his neck was still damp from his shower when your other hand went to the back of his neck to play with the soft hair you found back there.
You pulled him in by the back of his neck to rest against your upper chest, “let’s go to bed,” you said quietly into the top of his head.
Leon’s arms tightened around you like he didn’t want to get up, but they loosened a second later.
You switched off the television and all of the lights. If Leon asked, you didn’t run to your bedroom because you were afraid of the dark, but because you were ready for bed. And if Leon sickered around his toothbrush as he watched you run into your bedroom, you definitely ignored it and didn’t jab a finger into his ribs when you walked past.
It was your turn to laugh as you watched in the mirror as Leon rubbed at his side when you had jabbed your finger. You kissed the pout from his mouth when you were done brushing your teeth, the kiss tasting minty.
In the darkness of your bedroom, you fell into the cool sheets, and your head fell onto a pillow that was the same temperature. You could feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your midsection and a warm chest press up against your back.
“Are your ribs okay?” You ask into the quiet of your bedroom.
“They’ll survive,” Leon says into the back of your neck.
“Love you,” you say around a yawn.
You fall asleep to the murmur of Leon’s words, falling into a deep sleep.
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You wake up slowly, still in the same position you fell asleep in, but much warmer. The back of your neck feels slick with sweat. Your body tenses when a wet tongue runs over the back of your neck, licking up a bead that had started falling.
“Leon?”
“Finally awake?” He asks. He rolls you onto your back and gets on top so he can trace his tongue over your pulse in your neck.
“You have to work,” you whine and clutch your fingers into the bedsheets to keep yourself from wrapping your arms around his back.
Leon laughs softly, pressing his smile into your neck, “wanted to surprise you, but I just couldn’t wait.” His hips go down to grind his hard cock into yours. You weren’t hard yet, but at the feel of his cock, yours was quickly getting there.
“You’re telling me we could’ve fucked on the couch and in bed?” You grind your hips up into Leon’s. You wanted to be angry, but the emotion was soon forgotten as it was overtaken by pleasure.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Leon says, his words full of promise. He starts by pulling his clothes off. Or, at least you guess he was by the noise of fabric hitting the floor.
You feel the bed dip and then the room gets much brighter. Your guess was indeed correct, much to your satisfaction.
“Uh uh,” Leon says when you try and reach for him.
“Fucker,” you say under your breath and start pulling your shirt off.
“What was that?” Leon pauses where he was pulling the rest of his clothes off.
“Nothing,” you say quickly. While your shirt is over your eyes, you use that time to roll them.
You get the rest of your clothes off quickly, wanting to spend as much time as you could watching Leon. It took a lot of work for Leon to get to where he was to physically qualify to become an officer and it sure did pay off. To both of your benefits.
You were greeted to the sight of a pair of muscular arms that framed a broad chest. Your eyes tracked down his chest until they reached the trail of hair that normally disappeared into his underwear and pants. What was now in your view was what the hair led to, Leon’s cock twitching in the air as you stared at it.
“My eyes are up here,” Leon wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a slow stroke.
“I’m just admiring the view,” you did like Leon and wrapped a hand around your own cock, only taking a few pulls for it to come to full hardness.
Leon huffed, “let me know when you’re done.”
You took your hand off of your cock and wrapped your hands around his wrists so you could pull him back on top of you, “all done,” you whispered before your mouth met his.
You can’t help but run your hands down his back until the globes of his ass cheeks fill each of your hands. You knead the skin, moaning in delight when Leon grinds your hard cocks together. The head of your cocks are wet, leaving a sticky trail when he lifts his hips back up.
“Get on your stomach on the bed,” you pant when you pull away from the kiss.
Leon is quick to comply and even spreads his legs out so you can make your way in between. He lays his head down on his side of the bed, on his pillow, looking comfortable and stretched out.
Like your eyes just did when looking at him when he was taking his clothes off, you start at the top of his body. You press soft kisses onto the back of his neck as you start your track down his body. You get distracted by each freckle you find, wanting to drag your lips across each one, but you keep going.
You have to fold your body up and make it smaller to stay on the bed when you go lower. When you reach the dimbles of his spine, you kiss each one, and feel Leon shiver under your touch. You spend a few moments at his ass before you spread it open, watching how the skin under your fingertips goes red when you squeeze and release it.
Leon’s hole is pretty and pink when you pull his ass cheek’s apart. You run a dry finger over his hole and glance up when you hear him gasp. His hips inch up, pressing back into your finger, which gives you the perfect opportunity to bring your head down and lick a long stripe over his hole.
“Fuck,” you hear Leon breath out into the pillow beneath his head. He pushes his hips back into your face, groaning when your tongue spears inside.
Spit falls from your open mouth, dribbling down your chin. It falls down in the same way your spit falls down Leon’s taint. You chase after it, stopping when you get to his balls, sucking at them wetly.
Leon pulls you off with a hand in your hair. You meet his mouth eagerly, panting around the kiss you’re locked in.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth, baby,” Leon says.
“That a bad thing?”
Leon doesn’t respond, only sends a dirty smirk your way before he’s reaching into the bedside table for the bottle of lube that sits inside. He rolls over onto his back when he grabs it and pulls you back down into another kiss. Leon presses the bottle into your chest with a sweaty hand and you grab and open it, all without taking your lips off of his.
“Cold,” Leon whimpers when your wet finger makes its way between his legs.
“Shh,” you press sweet kisses onto his lips in forgiveness.
With practiced ease, your finger goes in his hole. You watch his face carefully for any signs of pain, but soon after the first is in, Leon is whimpering for you to add another.
When the second is inside, you push them deep and angle them so they press into Leon’s prostate. You look from his face to his cock when you press your fingers up against the bundle of nerves again, watching his cock give a twitch and a glob of precome slide down the head.
“So tight for me,” your mermur when you press a third finger inside. Leon practically fucks himself back onto your fingers, chasing the heat of your mouth so he can press his lips to yours.
By the time he’s whining into your mouth, you pull your fingers free from his wet hole. You give yourself a few slow strokes, drinking in Leon’s already wrecked appearance. You almost want to tease him by rubbing the head of your cock against his hole, but you knew you would look the same if you were in Leon’s position.
Leon’s blue eyes lock onto your eyes as you push inside and slowly bottom out. He wraps his legs around your waist tightly, making his hard cock rub against your stomach.
You laugh breathlessly when you’re all the way inside, “you couldn’t even wait until the morning,” you give an experimental thrust, “you had to have me now.”
Leon nods his head, his hair damp with sweat sticking to his forehead. You push the strands away so you can rest your forehead against his. You gasp into each other’s mouths when Leon clenches down onto your cock.
“Ready?”
“Please,” Leon begs in answer.
You can’t say no to him, especially when he gives another tight clench to your cock. You hold yourself above him on shaky arms as you pull out. You give a steady thrust back in only to pull out once you’re all the way back inside.
The tight wet channel around your cock makes you never want to pull out, but the noises Leon makes eggs you on. His little breathy noises turn into full on punched out moans as your pace picks up.
You place your hands on his chest, squeezing at his pecs to gain a better grip so you can fuck him harder. Your hands slip after a few brutal thrusts from the sweat on his chest and on your hands, but that doesn’t stop you. You move your hands to play with his nipples, twisting at them until they both become tight little nubs.
Leon lets out high pitched moans at the feeling on his nipples and they only get higher when you lean down to sooth one tight nipple with your tongue. After moving to the second to give it the same attention, you blow softly over the sensitive skin, Leon clenching down tightly over the feeling.
You move your head to kiss at his swollen lips, biting lightly at the bottom one. Your kiss turns dirty and filthy as you dig your hands into the sheets on either side of Leon’s body to start up again your intense pace.
“Close?” You ask between your mouths, “gonna come for me?”
Leon nods feverishly, his moans ringing out. It only takes a few flicks of your wrist after wrapping a hand around his cock for him to come. Leon’s balls draw tight and he comes in messy stripes up his chest, heaving under the weight of his orgasm.
You pull your hand off and wrap them both around his waist to fuck inside of him. You still after thrusting jerkily, coming as deep as you can.
Leon’s legs unwrap themselves from your waist and you collapse down ontop of his sweaty body. He takes your weight with a grunt and wraps his arms tightly around you. He presses his lips to yours and you kiss lazily as you come back down from your respective highs.
He makes a noise of protest when you try and pull away, “I have to turn the light off,” you let out a quiet laugh.
Leon grumbles but eventually lets you up after a few more kisses. Before turning the lamp off, you grab a rag to wipe the both of you down with, spending a few moments in the bathroom to make sure it’s warm.
Leon stretches out as you wipe him down, making you laugh, “hurry back to bed,” he says, his eyes already slipping shut.
You get back into bed once you’ve wiped yourself down and turned the light back off. You don’t look at the clock to see the time, but from how it becomes pitch black in your bedroom once the light is off, it must still be late.
Leon wraps himself around you tightly, making sure you’re both covered by the blanket. He runs his nose over the back of your neck before going back over the path with his lips, “we’ve got a long weekend ahead of us,” he says when he’s done. “What do you want to do?”
“I can think of a few things.”
“Which are?” Leon asks, running the tip of his tongue along the side of your neck.
“I’ll tell you later,” you smile when Leon nips at the skin on your neck, “I’m tired.”
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Yes, most of your ideas pertained to sex, but there was also other things you could have spent your time on during the long weekend. Funnily enough, the morning started like others had, but when Leon had started kissing you as you both waited on the coffee maker, you found yourself in the living room.
It didn’t take long for the coffee to be forgotten, your mind focusing on others things. Mainly the hard line of Leon’s cock as you bounced up and down in his lap and rode him into the couch.
When you were done, you both sauntered back into the kitchen to enjoy a cup of lukewarm coffee.
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forget-me-nots snippet | leon k.
genre(s): angst, romance, modern au
warning(s): hanahaki disease trope, unrequited feelings, self-loathing, stream of consciousness, language
music inspo: adieu - emily bindiger
It was cute, really—how he thought he was getting away with sneaking glances at a certain former femme fatale.
Like his jaw wasn’t already well-acquainted with the floor whenever a familiar shock of scarlet stained the scene.
She—being one Ada Wong—had sashayed past your table with her lips painted rouge. Carried the scent of jasmine and danger with her, placing a nimble hand on Leon’s shoulder. Coupled it with a well-placed wink and a “See you later, handsome,” crooned in that seductive voice that never failed to derail him—never failed to sink your heart into the deepest reaches of your stomach.
You wanted to hate her. Honestly, you did. But you couldn’t find it within yourself since she’d reformed and joined the agency. Turned her back on the life of debauchery in favor of something straighter-edged.
And it didn’t help that Ada was…surprisingly kind. Resourceful. Charismatic. Professional. And Leon speaking life into her name like the enchanted soul he was, swayed you further away from your road of disdain when it came to her.
The hearts haloing his head were palpable.
You could touch them if you wanted. Reach out and flick those cartoonish little things, and Leon’s eyes swirled with them, stained all shades of lovey-dovey. The sight of his longing made you hide a snicker behind your hand, and your heart burn cold.
Leon’s attention snapped to you. All traces of that puppylike infatuation were replaced by mild amusement. Over the sultry croon of the songstress onstage, beneath the sepia glow of the chandelier overhead, his brow quirked with a question.
“What’s so funny?”
The bass of his voice rattled your bones. Enamored you. Always did, drawing your elbows onto the table and your chin atop folded hands. Something in your chest pulsed and pinched, but you masked the throb of it with a teasing smirk.
With a deep sigh pushing through your nostrils, you searched the stratosphere of Leon’s eyes. Admired his features as he maneuvered himself to mirror you on the table. A habit you’d both acquired through your years as partners. Anyone passing would mistake you both for being two pining fools. Though, they wouldn’t be too far off in their assumption.
“Nothin’. Just wish someone would look at me like that.” Despite the tease your voice carried, sadness sank between the vowels and consonants.
Really, you did want him to look at you like that. But you knew you’d never hold a place in Leon’s heart. Not like she did. Could never imagine Leon shuffling around those feelings to make room for someone as plain as you.
Leon blinked a few times. A subtle shade of peach dusted his cheeks. He broke eye contact, taking to fiddling with a wrinkle on the tablecloth as a subdued smile rounded his lips.
Shy was something foreign for your partner. Manly, precise, and goofy were not. He was always so sure of himself. Purposeful in every word, and every action, with a terrible pun or two sprinkled in to break up the monotony of the moment.
So imagine your surprise when Leon Scott-fucking-Kennedy sat amid the liveliness of the ballroom, tucking his bashfulness into the collar of his dress shirt like a boy caught rifling through the cookie jar.
The notion of someone else making butterflies swarm in Leon’s stomach made your chest grow tighter. And a pressure akin to thorns sank into the column of your throat, grazing downward until your trachea grew raw and your chest pulsed again with liquid fire.
It would never be you, would it? Could never be you, right?
“Dunno what you’re on about,” Leon chuckled, anxiety residing in the depths of his voice. This avoidance: he wore it well. Still couldn’t look your way because he’d been caught red-handed, making googly eyes at the woman who haunted his dreams and tarnished yours.
You felt something hot drop into the pit of your belly. Felt your face twitch with the threat of a grimace, yet you brushed it off as quickly as it came.
“Oh, come on. You so wanna bone her right now.”
Leon huffed. Your eyes were trained on how his forearm muscles flexed beneath the polyester of his tux as he reached around the centerpiece for the bottle of Chardonnay. Dragged it from your side, settling it before him with a definitive clunk.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink, little lady. I’m cuttin’ you off.”
It was hard to miss the humored glint of his eye. How he bowed forward in an easy slouch with his fingers laced together, relaxed because he was in the company of his partner. His friend. Nothing more. Never anything more. Your stomach gnarled and lurched, but you tamped it down like you did everything else.
Scoff. “I don’t think you’ve had enough, Mr. Kennedy,” you said, snatching the bottle back to top off your champagne flute. Lost count of how many glasses you had. Anything would suffice to drown out the cacophony of your thoughts. To muddle the sound of vines twisting together and—
Leon leaned back against his chair, dusting off the lapel of his jacket. “Tryna cut back.”
Your brow twitched. Surprising because Leon could throw back a bottle of whiskey like it were water.
“Oh? Would a certain vixen in red have something to do with that?”
He snorted, looking off to the side. “Ada? Nah, she’s…she’s cool.”
#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy angst#leon kennedy drabble#🐬🐬🐬#forget-me-nots series
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some bf leon headcanons!!
i imagine reader to be early 20's and leon to be canon age in re4, so 27. hardly an age gap. im projecting a little in this one guys sorry...
cw; aging, mentions of aging, body image issues, scars, low-key depressed leon, nightmares and ptsd, alcoholism if you squint, these were not written to be happy lolll sorry guys! hope y'all like as always!
petnames (reader received); honey
boyfriend leon, whose nightmares wake him up nightly. if they're bad enough, they render him unable to speak. he stays awake to drink enough to get him tired again, and falls asleep. during the nights you stay over, he cuddles up to you and tries his best to take deep, slow breaths like you once instructed him to. within moments, he's okay. then he can talk to you about it.
boyfriend leon, who pretends like his insecurities are non-existent when he's with you but when he looks in the mirror, all he sees is a shell of his former self. a weapon. alone with his thoughts, he traces over every scar he's ever gotten- from the bullet wound from annette birkin's gun on his left shoulder to the thick scar from krauser's blade on his cheek. in his mind, they're ugly. horrible reminders of the past that stick around and haunt him. on top of that, it's not like he doesn't have normal insecurities too.
boyfriend leon, who hates the way he's gotten worry lines on his forehead and if you squint hard enough, crinkles from his furrowed brows. hates the way his hair is turning brown with his age, how his eyes seem so dull. his rage, as deep as it's buried, burns hotter than the sun. he's gained muscle and thus weight, which means he's acquired stretch marks. the first time he notices the stretch marks on his hips, his heart drops. he doesn't let you see him without clothes on for days.
boyfriend leon, who as he gets higher in age, starts covering himself up more. once he hits his thirties, he already feels the effects of old age and he swears he can see it in his physique despite his rigorous training. he starts sleeping with pajamas on instead of just his boxers. you find it funny how he thinks you haven't noticed.
boyfriend leon, who would rather spend the whole day with his face buried in your chest than go out because his days off are few and far between, and you're the only one who makes him feel comforted.
boyfriend leon, who needs you more than you need him. sure, he becomes less dependent as the two of you grow older together, but it's still there. there's not a line he wouldn't cross for you. he could get lost in you for eternity and never get bored.
boyfriend leon, who always reassures you when you need it and even when you don't. he loves making you feel loved and safe, the way you make him. he adores holding your hands, your hips, and waist. your love handles are his favorite things on your body- his hands fit so nicely on them, how could he not be obsessed?
boyfriend leon, who's always tired. the moment you let him lie down on you, he's half-asleep and clingy. his face buried in the nape of your neck, his hands grasping the side seams of your shirt so he can ground himself. he takes a deep inhale, a soft groan escaping him upon exhale. "y'smell good, honey," he murmurs, his voice tired and low. you chuckle softly and rub his upper back.
boyfriend leon, who melts when you stroke his hair. your touch incites a feeling he hasn't had since he was a teenager. a strong electric pulse in his heart followed by a soothing warmth. your hands on his arms, his abdomen, his legs- anywhere. you can get what you want from him just by rubbing his arm and batting your eyelashes, be it monetary or otherwise. it's fair, though, because he does the same to you, only he begs and kisses your face.
#bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡#bunny's blurbs✧˖ °#bunny's headcanons ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১#leon kennedy x you#leon scott kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy#resident evil i love youu#resident evil headcanons#resident evil
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Can you do Leon comforting Reader bcs of a Bad haicut? (Sry english isnt my first language, and my Hair looks so shit rn its making me cry)
uhmm… Yes I will because I feel so fucking bad for you and I hope you recover from your shitty haircut? 💋💋
This fic is really short, but I tried to do you some justice and leon fixes up your hair for you <3
I finished this so fic fast like holy shit-
This day was absolutely horrible.
The hairstylist fucked your hair up and your forced to go home to your boyfriend looking like shit without a way to fix it, but surely it isn’t that bad right?
I mean…it really was BAD. everybody stared at you and laughed and whispered and pointed, some people even started to pity you. The worst part about this whole mess is the fact you didn't know why they were doing that in the first place.
It just wasn't normal for them to be so mean towards you. You knew how to handle people being mean to you but this was something else entirely. You weren't used to these types of things.
You walked down the streets with your head down staring at your feet, trying to hide from everybody's eyes. You tried hard not to let their stares bother you too much, because they weren't your fault. You could do nothing wrong. You'd been here before so many times, after all, it probably wasn't as bad now that you thought back on it. Right?
But, oh god, did it suck. Every time someone looked at you they laughed and snickered. And, oh god…when you thought this could get worse you run into your boyfriend on the way back down the street to your house as he is getting the mail. He doesn't see you and doesn't notice you.
Your eyes go wide as you try to get away from him without drawing attention to yourself but unfortunately, you're walking too fast and he catches up with you quickly.
His arms are crossed over his chest. His expression is unreadable as usual. You look at him nervously for a second before you can feel a hand land on your arm. "Y/N," Leon says softly. You wince internally.
"We need to talk." That's when he notices your hair. "What happened to your hair?" His voice sounds kind of angry and hurt.
Oh my God…he's going to hate me or dislike it right?.
He always does. You swallow thickly as you glance to the side nervously. "Did your hairdresser do that?" He asks, sounding annoyed. You nod slowly.
He looks surprised for a moment, maybe even a little hurt. “Lets get you home, I had a feeling that something has been making me feel uneasy today.” You don’t say anything, you don’t want to argue. He pulls you along behind him, his long black coat swishing against the cement as he walks.
As you both walk inside he guides you to take a seat and he tries his beat to comfort you. “Do you wanna tell me what was bothering you?” He asks quietly. You shrug in response, still staring at your hands folded in your lap.
He sighs heavily. “Okay. If you want to keep quiet then we will.” That makes you look up and stare at him in surprise.
“Just let me make you atleast feel better than before.” Leon takes some scissors and a brush and touched your hair up with gentle motions. He hummed in approval when he finally finished and went to grab some paper and a pencil from the kitchen. “I have no idea why you haven’t had an idea to ask me to cut your hair before, it might help make you feel more comfortable rather than letting some hairstylist make it shitty.”
He pauses for a second before starting to gaze into your eyes through the mirror, which made you feel as if he was eye fucking you. Your cheeks flushed pink. “It looks fine. Better than fine even. Just keep it that way. You’re beautiful.” Your heart jumped at how sweet he said those words.
His fingers brushed across your cheek gently before returning to cutting your bangs into a short style. You closed your eyes as he gently pulled you in for a small kiss, then a few minutes later he was done fixing your hair. “Thank you,” you mumbled as he set the scissors and the paper aside.
“You’re welcome. I hope that helped a bit,” Leon replied, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled softly.
Your boyfriend always managed to make your mood improve somehow even if it wasn’t necessarily intentional. He gave off an aura that seemed to make everything okay again, even the most difficult days. Even just talking about you made him happier than anything and he was very good at that sort of thing.
You couldn’t believe you found such amazing boyfriend.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon s. kennedy#leon scott kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy x fem! reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x fem reader#leon kennedy resident evil#resident evil leon#resident evil x reader
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Nothing big just a soft/fluffy Leon drabble I've had stashed away for awhile and thought I'd share it. 100% self indulgent as well, just really needing something like this ya know?
It's one of those days.
Where words are painfully sharp, enough to pierce your skin and reach your aching heart. Where some actions just rub you the wrong way like sandpaper. Where nothing sounds appetizing even if your body begs for some kind of sustenance with a low grumble. Where you don't dare to glance at the mirror because you know the utter disdain you'll feel for whatever looks back. Where you wish the entire world would simply go away and be quiet. You hate these days- feeling nothing but disgust for when you get like this. It's so pathetic, and you know it.
Someone else doesn't really like these days either, but for an entirely different reason.
For Leon, you're normally this little ball of sunshine. Your happy-go-lucky nature is always a welcoming boost that he deeply cherishes in his chaotic, dreary way of life. So to see you struck down so bad like this...
It hurts him.
Yet he also understands it, which makes witnessing it from you even more painful, when he sits down next to you and carefully pulls you into his lap. No words need to be exchanged. He knows all too well when you immediately latch onto him while letting out another quiet sob into his chest. Allowing him to be your life preserver to avoid the monstrous waves that crash into you in their attempts to sweep you under and drown you.
You still feel guilty, however. Disappointed in yourself for the fact that Leon was putting up with this. But you're very grateful. "I'm sorry." You whisper, causing his hand to pause the gentle circular motions he was putting into your back in order to give a light, reassuring squeeze. "Sweetheart, there's nothing you need to be sorry for. Everyone has days like this. You've even seen me deal with them."
A small sniffle escapes you. Sure, he's dealt with them numerous times, but he's so much stronger about keeping himself together. It's a trait of his that you're a little envious of- wishing you could do the same.
Luckily, before your mind starts delving further into that newly made pit of self hate, Leon's gentle tone continues. "I know it's tough, and that people can be jerks." His nose then lightly buries itself in your hair. "It doesn't make things any easier when your own mind starts attacking you too."
His frown soon deepens when he feels you shrink and curl up into yourself, hating that he's right, and making you feel even more ashamed. Leon goes to retrieve you, softly taking your face in his hands so you'll look up at him. "But you don't have to keep it to yourself to the point it hurts you like this." He softly reassures, letting his thumb wipe away your sorrows. "You can talk to me. You know that no matter what it is, I'll listen."
The pure warmth of his tone, wrapping you up so snuggly, mixing with the undying kindness and patience swimming in his beautiful ocean blues- has you breaking under his gaze even more. Yet it's so relieving. Knowing he'll pull you from this dark, lonely space and make you feel whole again. It's just enough to tug a smile onto your face, a small but truthful one, as you nod. Leon mirrors it tenfold when he spots that familiar sight while lightly bumping your nose with his.
"There she is." He gently cooes. His soft, plump lips catching yours after cleaning up the rest of your tears. He can't bring himself to leave the rest of your face alone though, that'd be pretty rude of him, so he sends his kisses to every bit of your face he can touch. "There's my Sunshine." A giggle bubbles up your throat as your smile grows. Unable to resist his honey sweet, dorky nature.
Once he's sure that you're in a better state of mind, he decides to test the waters. "Could you do something for me?" Leon asks, earning a curious stare from you. "It's nothing much, just humor me a little. Ok?" It's still unclear where he's going with this, but you agree nonetheless with a small nod. Making the man's smile grow as he lightly ticks his head to the side. Following where he was motioning to, your eyes meet a small tray sitting beside you. On the tray was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a hot cup of tea, and a little bowl of mixed fruit.
Your chest aches at the sweet gesture, but in a good way of course, as you glance back at Leon. "Mind eating something for me?" He speaks quietly, his eyes holding yours with a silent plea.
How on earth could you ever say 'no' to a face like that?
You easily cave with a small laugh as you wipe away some much happier tears now, before obliging him by plucking out a strawberry and take a bite. The hopeful smile he held breaks into a full grin as his strong arms lightly squish you against him more, his own self made fortress to shield you from the world and all the troubles it holds, encouraging you with a light peck on your cheek. "Atta girl."
And just like that, as Leon picks up the pieces of you to patiently put them back together with all the love and care in the world. Your heart suddenly didn't feel so heavy anymore. "Thank you Leon." You whisper, cuddling up to him more. A soft chuckle is his response as he snuggles right back up to you, and sneaking another kiss from you just so he can hear you laugh again. "Anytime, Button." He speaks in sweet earnest, "I'm right here for you no matter what." His forehead then lightly rests against yours, that same adoring gaze dancing in his sky blue eyes.
"Always."
#once again I left the iteration of Leon vague so any version could work#figured this could help anyone else who's also in a bad spot right now#leon kennedy#resident evil#resident evil 2 remake#resident evil 4#resident evil infinite darkness#resident evil damnation#resident evil 6#resident evil vendetta#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x you#leon kennedy fluff
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Hello! Welcome to my first little story!
(and by story I mean lil fanfic of Leon Kennedy x reader haha). it's been a long time since I've written, let alone fanfiction so please be patient! But anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this. Has a bit of angst but much comfort will follow!
Summary; Leon comes home from a mission to find you struggling, mentally and emotionally.
Keep me afloat
Re4 Leon x female! reader
The clock reads midnight as you sit in front of your mirror. You weren't sure how long you'd been there. Your eyes are slightly red, and droopy from crying. Your brain decided to pick out every flaw it could find, and sent you down a rabbit hole of self hate. You feel ugly. It's been a week since your boyfriend, Leon, was sent on his latest mission. You weren't able to communicate much, but luckily he sent messages here and there to let you know he's okay.
You did everything you could to keep yourself busy. The apartment was cleaned up beautifully, and you had even found some more decorations to make it feel more like home. You loved to organize those things, bring a little light into your boyfriend's world. He goes through so much after all. So why are you feeling this way? It feels selfish. You miss him, and you feel like a terrible girlfriend. You're really not sure why though. You can't sleep, you just sniffle and nitpick at your appearance.
Leon carefully unlocked the door and stepped in. He wanted to be quiet in case you were asleep. A deep breath escapes him, his body feels heavy. He simply wants to lay in bed, snuggled up with you. He took his shoes off and hung up his jacket before heading towards your shared room. As he approaches the cracked open door, he notices the lamp still on, and he swears he can hear quiet sobs. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but as he slowly opened the door more, his heart sunk. You were now curled up, sobbing your sweet eyes out. He couldn't believe it, his darling girl was broken down. What could have caused this?
“Babygirl?” His voice was soft, but his concern was also clear. He steps towards you with a bit of urgency. As you look over and see him, you gasp and quickly sit up.
“Leon.. oh gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't think you-” You try to think of what to say, but your cheeks only heat up in embarrassment. Leon carefully kneels in front of you, his lips curled into a frown. He gently reaches for your hand and squeezes.
“My love, what's the matter?” He questioned with such patience. There was no sign of annoyance or frustration, only worry. You couldn't help but sniffle more, but you did your best not to break again.
“I just.. started overthinking. I feel so bad about myself, I look awful and I'm not good enough for you.” You begin to ramble, breathing was already shaky and hard to keep up with. Leon's heart shatters as he listens, how could you possibly think that?
“Shh, shh, (Y/n).” He calls softly, holding your face in his large, calloused hands. You immediately stop and tear up at the contact, you didn't realize how touch starved you are.
“You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. You're the reason I wake up in the morning. You have such a kind, gentle heart. And god, you're fucking beautiful, baby. I wouldn't want anyone else by my side. Please, don't bully yourself like this.” His words were full of love and passion. He adores you and it shows. You can only sob, but it's less sad this time. You cling to him, your arms wrapping around his neck. You feel his hands rest on your lower back, gently rubbing, you feel safe again.
“I missed you so much, Leon.” You whimpered softly, digging your face in the crook of his neck to get his scent. He smells of cedarwood. Leon smiles, hugging you tighter.
“I missed you more, babygirl. C’mon, let's get cleaned up and ready for bed, hm? I think we're both exhausted.” He suggests while rubbing your head. You slowly pull back and nod, rubbing your eyes. He smiled and carefully pulled you into a loving kiss. He loves to show you how much he cares for you. And who are you to deny the affection?
After the tender moment, you both stand up and head to the bathroom. Leon gets cleaned up and you both change into your pajamas. He grabs some wipes and gives your face a gentle cleaning, leaving kisses on your nose and cheeks. You giggle, the racing thoughts are slowing down. As long as Leon and you are together, you both stay afloat.
#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#comfort#leon kennedy x y/n#resident evil#re4 leon
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At last, it is complete! Tales of Destiny Director's Cut Stahn's story is done :D
(I'll be playing Leon's story next)
I loved it a lot!!!!! As I suspected, the addition of skits really expanded my affection for the characters, but I also rather enjoyed the changes they made. I honestly can't remember what exactly comparatively was different all around, but the changes to the depiction of Leon's final moments got me really hard,,,, idk if it was more similar in the original jp since I played the official English release of Destiny (I hear there were skits in jp? that might've helped my understanding lol) but I really really liked the director's cut take on things.
See my posts crying about Leon for those exact reactions lmao (they can probably be summarized with ;w;)
I also actually liked that we didn't have to see him come back as like. a raised husk or whatever it was og Destiny did bc even tho his fate seemed definite, it's still ambiguous. I haven't played the sequel obviously but I think?? the Leon looking guy is actually Leon???? idk. maybe it's a bit of a retcon. but yk
Anyway I actually liked every character quite a bit this time!! I liked my fav characters even more (coughcough Stahn and Leon living in my brain now) bc the extra conversations and voice acting were fantastic ✨✨ It really helped the emotions hit for me. I don't remember it all super well since I took so long to play it but I was a giggly little bastard abt the relationships and got a little teary at parts.
Cried at the end despite it all,, Stahn finally finished writing a letter like he was attempting for his family and it was for Leon ;w; That plus just. Tales credits. got me just a liiiittle teary lol. I liked it soso much. Also the reunion at the end made way more sense to me this time around lsjfd;lk just bc of some added dialogue and whatnot
The final boss is kinda meh as a character honestly but the overall story despite that guy was awesome!! I have a lot of fondness for the character arcs of Stahn, Leon, and Rutee, and also just the overall party dynamic was quite fun :3 Silly little creatures, the lot of them.
I missed having anime cutscenes after playing Destiny ps1 alksdjl; so they definitely got me there even tho they really only had character ones at the beginning and the end. But it's not like they do too many of those anyway.
Briefly on the character designs: they're goofy. I can't deny they're goofy. I love them sm they're unique lolol I'm attached to them
Oh yeah I LOVED the tie in to the title lol it was heavy handed as hell and it was perfect.
Bouncing back to what I said abt og Destiny, the dungeon designs were still kinda interesting here and there but less cool than the original, however the combat was definitely some of the best in the series. It's a serious learning curve but very fun!!! It was fun to see how they adapted the puzzles as well; a lot of them were similar but the final dungeon was way different. Hated the mirror area way way more than in og Destiny laskjdfkl;dsj I got stuck for a while but I do like the split party collaborative puzzles!! I remember Abyss did the same sort of thing an I liked that quite a bit, so it had that factor going for it too.
Umm final gist is it was really really fun and even tho it was actually pretty hard for me a lot of the time, but I think to a point that made it still fun. Except the 3-ish hours I spent on the final boss goddamn.
In any case, this definitely bumped up into the favorites!!!!! Stahn is an especially endearing protagonist to me and his relationship with the party was fun to watch develop <3
Fin~
#sorry if this is rambley I was a bit distracted while writing it lol#fun game fun game!!! I'm super excited to play Leon's pov#i do wonder if just my prolonged focus on Destiny in general made me like it more than I would've?? but it doesn't really matter lskfjldj#love all the silly guys in this game#i already said but stahn and leon live in my brain forever now#jay plays tales#tales of destiny#tales of destiny dc#jay yells
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DeSantis Borrows a Page from Hitler - Vows to ‘Destroy Leftists’ When Elected
So, it seems Donald Trump isn't the only Republican candidate for president who spent Memorial Day vowing to crush his political enemies. While appearing on Fox and Friends, Florida Governor Ron DeSantis was asked, “Why is right now the time for Ron DeSantis to run for President?” The Florida Governor responded by saying, “Because I will serve two terms, and I will destroy leftism in this country.”
Wait - the hateful little bigot who is currently getting his ass kicked by Mickey Mouse said what? Now, whoa there, Miami Mussolini! Is it just me, or does this resentful little prick have about as much broad appeal as a bowl of rotten fruit? He should remember the rest of the country isn’t fucking Florida. You see, unlike Ponce de Leon, Ron DeSantis isn’t interested in finding Florida’s “Fountain of Youth.” Instead, he headed straight for the “Fountain of Hate,” and has hopes to bathe the rest of the country in its nasty waters.
I mean, what’s so concerning about a national presidential candidate basically declaring if he’s elected, he will “exterminate” the opposition? Hell, what’s he going to do, round us all up?” Don’t answer that! Why can’t the guy be satisfied with boycotting Bud Light or banning rainbows in Florida? Of course, in the interest of fair play, I’m sure our Republican friends would have no problem whatsoever if Joe Biden were to declare that after he wins the next election, his goal will be "destroy conservatism.”
Now some may ask, what’s the main difference between DeSantis and Trump? Well, the difference is it took Trump decades to become the asshole he is today, but DeSantis took a crash course. DeSantis is a guy so bitter and hateful that when he looks in the mirror - even his own reflection hates him. I mean, nothing says “I will heal this fractured nation” quite like “I’m gonna destroy all of you liberal fuckers.” Hell, Biden recently said, “There's no place for anti-Semitism in America,” and Lauren Boebert called that “an attack against conservatives."
So, perhaps GOP voters might wanna “think twice” before voting to “destroy leftism in this country” - because that would mean ending social security, medicare, decent wages, women’s rights, the five-day work week, the eight-hour day, child labor laws, any shot at affordable healthcare, environmental protections, and a host of other benefits Americans have come to rely on. All of which are “leftist” programs. Unfortunately, “thinking twice” has never been a top Republican voter priority.
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summary: Chris goes on a mission and doesn't return.
pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader
warning: mentioned of death. Lots of angst tbh.
word count: 2k
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You knew what you signed up for when you said yes to going on a date. You knew there was a possibility that he wouldn’t come home. It was a risk you were willing to take to be loved by him. And he did. He did love you. More than anyone. He promised to marry you one day. He said he wanted to have children and settle down in a small town and live out the rest of his life with you, but there was something he had to do first.
So he left. He had been gone for three months when Leon knocked on your door. You saw the look on his face and that’s all it took for your world to come crashing down.
You didn’t do much after that. You stayed inside, playing what Leon said over and over until you had cried yourself to sleep.
“There was a problem. He had to go back in, but…the place exploded. They never found a body. I’m sorry.”
You cried and cried and cried. For months that’s all you did. No one could come through to you, not even Claire, who was going through something similar. You hated that she was handling it better than you were.
Claire stayed with you, but it wasn’t long before she had to go back to work. You didn’t even say anything when she told you she was leaving, simply buried your head into Chris’s pillow. But when you heard the door shut, you cried harder.
She reminded you of him. Her stubbornness. Her attitude.
She wouldn’t let you wallow all day. She made you get up. Made you eat. Made you wash your hair even though it was the last thing you wanted to do. But that did stop you from dying inside. Your clothes started to hang off your body, it got even worse after she left. You sleep all the time but your eyes still help dark bags under them. You didn’t care. What was the point? You had no one anymore. You were a shell of the person you used to be. When he died, he took your heart with him.
Leon had taken it upon himself to make sure you were okay. He came ever so often, restocked the fridge, made sure everything was okay before he left again. But there was something about this visit that made him stay. He looked into Chris’s room, watching your unsteady breathing as you slept. Even asleep, you couldn’t function right without him, without Chris.
So when you woke up he told you he was moving in, to which you protested. You argued that you didn’t need anyone to take care of you, you could do it yourself.
“Look at what you're doing to yourself!” He argued, making you stand in front of your full length mirror. You glanced over yourself with teary eyes. Your skin was dull and your eyes lacked any sort of emotion but sadness. Your clothes looked two sizes too big and you could clearly see your cheek bones. You took in a breath and placed your hand over your mouth.
“Do you think Chris would want this for you?” Leon asked, cradling you in his arms. You shook your head as an answer and pulled him close. You missed him so much that it hurt. All you did was cry and sleep. Every little thing reminded you of him. This apartment reminded you of him. You knew deep down that you needed to leave to get better, but you were afraid you would forget him. And you didn’t want that. He was your first everything. And he was supposed to be your last, you hated that he wouldn’t get to be.
You decided a couple days later that you would be moving in with Leon. Just until you felt like you could make it on your own again. And it was great. You applied for a job, to get your mind off of things. Although you had been working at the BSAA at the time of Chris’s….. You decided it was best that you found another, one that would get your mind off of him instead of filling it with the memories you both had together.
You did find one, pretty quickly actually.
You stuffed the tip the lovely couple left you into the pocket of your apron and headed to the back with the empty plates and cups.
“Did you see the way that guy was staring at you?” Trisha, my new friend and coworker, says as she walks inside the back beside me. You groan at her eagerness and place the dirty dishes on the tray to be washed.
She giggles and walks with you back out Into the front where you start wiping down the front counter.
“Yes. I did notice, Trish.”
She begins to gush as to how cute you both would be and how perfect your children would look.
You avoided the conversation all together, the way he stared at you sent shivers down you alone and triggered memories you didn’t want to remember in that particular moment. Your heart began to ache again. Luckily, you got to head home early today.
You were ready to talk about what happened with Leon, who surprisingly had the day off.
“Why haven’t you told her?” Leon asked, setting the table for dinner. You shrugged and picked at your nails as you leaned up against the kitchen counter.
“She’s your friend. You need to tell her.”
“I don’t like talking about it.”
“We’re technically talking about it now.”
A huff leaves your lips and you fall into your seat at the table. You glance up at him for a moment. He stared down at you with his arms folded over his chest and a knowing look etched across his face. You look around the room, trying not to give into his stare. You notice another plate set and you ask him about it, to which he responded:
“First of all, don’t change the subject. Tell her. And second, Claire is coming over.”
You mumble under your breath and fold your arms, like a child. Leon chuckles.
“I love you. And I love that you’ve found someone you clicked with aside from the cat down the street.”
You go to protest but you're cut off by the sound of the door bell ringing. You get up and walk alongside Leon to answer the door, grumbling under your breath. Claire stood there, an unreadable expression on her face. You hadn’t taken notice of the tall man standing behind her. But when you did, your eyes began to fill with tears
“There’s something I need to-“
“Chris?”
His eyes meet yours for a short moment before he’s crashing into you. His arms wrapping around your waist tightly, afraid if he let you go he’d lose you all over again. You were in shock. Your body is frozen and not yet reacting to the feeling of him. It was familiar and warm. It was what you ached for when you woke up in the middle of the night. It was what you were missing when he was gone, when you thought he was dead.
“Princess?”
The nickname. It reached out and pulled you in. You reacted instantly, a sob leaving your lips and you grabbed him and held him tightly.
“I thought - I thought -“
“Shh. I know. I’m here now.”
You rest against his chest, his scent radiating over you, making you cry harder. He had come back to you. This had to be a dream, you were scared to death that it was.
“It’s been 7 months, Chris. Where were you?”
Leon glanced down at the sleeping girl as she snuggled into her returned lover. She fit so perfectly in his arms, he couldn’t lie. He was happy that she got him back.
“I had no choice but to stay away. There was…someone after me. I had to take care of the problem.”
“For 7 months? Do you realize how much that took a toll on her?”
Chris glared Leon down, who simply ran his hands over his face in frustration.
“She’s been a mess. Ask Claire.”
Claire adjusted herself comfortably but awkwardly in her chair. Her eyes trained on her shoes.
“Claire-“
“You weren’t here, Chris. We are so glad to have you back. But you should’ve called. Should’ve sent a letter. She was killing herself.”
Chris felt awful for what happened. He couldn’t let anyone know he was alive, it would’ve put them in danger. He hopes one day they’ll understand that. He knew you would.
He explained it to them. How everything went down, and why he had to do what he did to keep them/you alive.
“Tell me. How was she?”
Leon explained it to him as simply as he could. How she wouldn’t eat, didn’t go out, barely talked at all. Chris hugged her tighter to his chest as he soaked in everything. Every word that came from Leon’s mouth made him grimace.
“She’s taking pills to help her sleep at night. She’s even got a job down the street. Working at Sally’s.”
“We’ll I’m here now. And I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
It was the next day when you woke up. You jumped out of bed and looked around. You were alone. Tears entered your eyes as you had come to the conclusion that it was a dream. Chris wasn’t here. He didn’t come home. You sat down on the bed and sobbed, holding your hands to your chest.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
Chris rushed towards you and bent down to meet your eyes. They widened and relief spread through your body like a wildfire. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
“God, I thought it was a dream.”
Chris chuckled under his breath and lifted you up by your thighs. He turned and sat on the bed and readjusted you so you were sitting comfortably on his lap. You squeal and giggled as he sat you down, smiling and pecking his lips.
“I’m sorry I was gone so long.”
You shake your head and peck his lips again.
“I'm glad you're here. Chris, I -“
“They told me everything. I’m done. I’m retiring. And I’m going to give you that life I promised you.”
Butterflies filled your stomach and you couldn’t help the tears that slid down your face. Excitement isn’t a big enough word to describe how you were feeling. You were so happy to have him back. It felt like years since he had been gone, not even gone. You thought he was dead, in your mind you were never getting him back. But here he is. He has you in his lap, his hands resting on the curve of your hips, fingers tracing soft shapes into your exposed skin. Your eyes locked on each other, basking in the moment that you wanted to last forever.
He was home.
He was home in your arms.
“Marry me?”
#chris redfield imagine#chris redfield x reader#chris redfield#resident evil village#resident evil 8 village#resident evil#resident evil village imagine#leon kennedy#claire redfield#reader insert
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Hi! May I request some HC with Milo, Piers, Leon and maybe Guzma where their S/O hates their body (especially weight on their belly and stretch marks) and just gets really anxious when they wear crop tops, shorts, etc?
As a plus size person, I feel this. This is a PSA, if it's cute and you like to wear it?
Honey, WEAR. THAT. OUTFIT.
Milo
This guy basically worships the ground you walk on. He honestly thinks that you are so beautiful, and is one that compliments you often with no shame.
The two of you are herding Wooloo? And you're completely drenched in sweat and mud?
He is awestruck, and he let's you know it!
Hates when you think so low of yourself, and takes it upon himself to tell you how wonderful you are.
Do you not realize how gorgeous that you look? No? Not for long!
"Milo? You're staring, do I look bad? It's the mud isn't it?" You pulled at the shorts of the outfit you were wearing. The shorts had ridden up a little bit, more on the short side due to the heat. You had decided to pick that over the trusted blue jeans you usually wore since you were so self conscious in how you looked. You didn't know if it had been a good idea in the first place since Milo was staring at you without saying anything.
"You look so beautiful, Y/N. More so than a freshly opened tulip in spring." He replied, wiping the sweat from his face with his scarf he wore. Completely unembarrassed or shy about saying it so casually.
It still makes your heart all wack.
You lightly touched your thigh. The bad thoughts seemed to be completely drown out for the compliment. Your face flushed and you leaned in to give him a hug.
This made Milo hum in reply. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze around your waist.
You laid your head on his broad shoulder, and let out a shaky breath. "Thank you sweetie, I needed that today."
"Darling, you look good in anything you wear. Dont ever feel like you dont look good to me. Because those thoughts are wrong." He reassured, giving your back a comforting pat as you could only nod in response with a small smile on your face.
Leon
He noticed you staring in front of the mirror longer than usual after your shower that evening. The towel still wrapped around your frame.
He watched from over the top of his phone, your hands pulling at your arms, your expression falling by the second.
Your hand traced the stretch marks that etched itself onto the bigger part of your arm, the other one was tightly wrapping the towel closer to your body.
He continued to observe silently, the grip on his phone tighter.
Your hand lowered itself to your torso and you gave out a soft, but heavy sigh. Your e/c orbs shimmering slightly with tears.
When you turned around your face came into contact with Leon's chest and you let out a surprised sound from your lips.
Strong, well toned arms wove themselves around your body, pulling you close.
This caused you to look up at him, slightly confused.
"Awww did you want a hug, Lee? You could have just said so." You laughed lightly, trying to diminish the thoughts you were in a few seconds earlier.
"Y/N." He began, choosing his words carefully, but with a warm smile. "Have I told you how pretty you look lately?"
This caused your cheeks to heat up and you blinked at him. "Ah, thank you Lee... that means a lot."
Your response seemed forced and rehearsed and he did not like that one bit.
He turned you around to where you both could look at yourselves in the large mirror. This made you squirm uncomfortably.
He bent down and kissed alongside your jaw before he said, "I mean it. You know that you're the most beautiful person to me."
He traced his finger tips alongside your arms and then gripped your hands with his. His much larger hands enveloping yours like a warm blanket.
This made your cheeks flush harder, but the comforting warmth was welcomed. "Lee?"
He met your gaze in the mirror, his golden eyes shining with nothing but love. "You're so lovely, every bit of you. No one can even come close."
You felt your breath get caught in your throat and swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall.
Leon kissed your neck softly.
"How about we go out for dinner tonight? I think I wanna show you off." He chuckled lightly against your ear.
You felt your eyes water more, but this time out of relief. You nodded softly and leaned back against him.
Guzma
You gave a sigh of satisfaction as you basked in the warmth of Alola.
The day was pleasant, you, Guzma, and his gang had decided to head to the beach for a much needed day off.
Your swimsuit cover still laid across your frame, you liked how it basically covered all your "problem" spots.
You crossed your legs as you laid on the beach chair, deciding to take up some sun bathing since it felt so nice.
You watched Guzma play in the water with some of the grunts, their obnoxious laughter echoing through the air.
You smiled softly, your eyes crinkling up a bit. Part of you wanted to join them.
You had worn a swim suit today, even the one that Guzma seemed to like, but you just couldn't do it. Not today anyways, the negative thoughts too loud.
You peered down at yourself, the smile melting from your face.
You looked up when you heard the sand crunching from ahead. Your boyfriend completely drenched, but a playful grin on his features.
"Those guys are somethin' else. Haven't been able to let loose like this in too long!" He exclaimed and sat on the seat next to you, grabbing a towel to dry his hair of the saltwater.
"You guys seem to be having a blast out there for sure!" You replied with a grin on your own.
He looked up at you, onyx eyes meeting yours. "Why dont you come join us? You've just been sitting here since we got here. Who goes to the beach JUST to sun bath?" He joked and the added. "You aren't a Fomantis the last time I checked."
You gave a forced smile in reply. "I'm having fun just observing, Guz. Promise."
This caused his gaze to lower and it seemed to look right through you.
"Babe." He began and continued when you blinked at him. "Tell me the reason why you're still out here. I can tell when something is bothering you." He said and you felt your chest tighten.
You pushed the sunglasses to the top of your head, observing him intently. You stayed quiet for a few seconds, and it seemed like you both were having a stare down.
Your will broke first. As normal.
"I hate you sometimes." You started and stuck your tongue out. You gave a low sigh. "Its just..."
He watched and listened silently, though his gaze was softer.
You gripped your cover against you. "I don't think I look that good today, is all."
This caused Guzma to immediately grunt. "Did someone say something to you? I swear to Arceus, I will END them."
You shook your head furiously. "No! It's all me, I promise. No ones fault but mine."
Guzma rose to his feet, and grabbed your wrist and started leading you to the water.
"G-Guzma? Wait! I don't, I cant!" You protested and tried to free yourself.
Guzma stopped and looked back at you, an idea crossing his mind. He quickly undid the tie that tied your swimsuit cover together and threw it towards the chairs.
This caused you to try to cover yourself, the thoughts becoming worse than before. Fear that everyone could see your "problem" areas.
He gave you a large smile and pointed his thumb towards himself. "Baby, you're the hottest person in the entire world. And I mean that." He said and you blushed.
He then turned around and shouted loudly. "Ey! You guys!"
This caused everyone, grunts and Plumeria to look towards you.
You were gonna kill him.
He stood next to you and gripped your shoulders. "Dont Y/N look fine as hell today?" He asked the group and the group cried out in shouts of cheer and nodding.
"Y/N always looks good!"
"Very nice!"
"Come hang, Y/N! Put that swimming suit to use!"
"Hell yeah!"
You cheeks burned but you felt the thoughts diminish as Guzma gave you a kiss to the cheek.
"What I tell ya? Perfection."
You punched his arm lightly. "Thanks Guz, I mean it."
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Aftershow - Leon Kennedy x f!reader
with the help of some tricks and your best friend distracting the security guard, you manage to sneak into the after show of the world premiere of “Resident Evil - Infinite Darkness”. It tells the story of federal Agent Leon S. Kennedy, who, after retiring from his career as a federal agent, decided to tackle acting. Ever since you first saw him in “Resident Evil 2”, you were in love with him and couldn’t wait to meet him. So...what would happen at this afterparty?
hey lads i’m back! i hope you enjoy this piece i have been writing the past few days! hope you are doing well xoxo
Warnings: alcohol, smut, Leon being an ass to others sometimes
Your dress clung to your body, making you feel like some overstuffed sausage. It was physically and mentally out of your comfort zone, but your best friend insisted you looked like a million bucks in it, so you begrudgingly purchased it a week before. “But you look fantastic,” your best friend reassured you when you stood before your mirror earlier that night, awkwardly, tugging at the fabric by your hipsMaybe she was right, but currently she was busy with the security guard to give you the chance to meet your idol and celebrity crush, Leon S. Kennedy. You had heard he’d attend the premiere, and posts on social media confirmed the rumours.Not that you’d ever admit to subscribing to notifications from him, though.
The place was filled with Hollywood executives, actors, and actresses from all over the planet, yet you hadn’t spotted your favourite so far. Maybe he was outside smoking? Busy spending time with fans and writing autographs? Who knew… So you made your way past some gossiping actress towards the bar. A simple Sex on the Beach would calm your nerves. You began to zone out as you sipped on the cocktail- that is, until you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“And I thought I had met everyone tonight.”
That voice. That fucking voice. You’d recognize it out of a million, and there he was.
On the barstool next to you sat Leon S. Kennedy, and he was touching you at this very moment.
Before you would answer, you chuckled and took a sip from the cocktail, buying your nerves some more time before you’d answer. “Guess not.”, you said and placed the glass on the bar in front of you. “I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.”
“I’m Leon, but I’m sure you already knew that, nice to meet you too. (Y/N), what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Say, how is it possible that I haven’t spotted you before?”
Uh oh. Quick, think of something.
“Sorry, bad traffic,” you replied, directly quoting a line from his costar in Resident Evil 4. “But I’m here now, and just in time to celebrate you and your new show!”, you smiled and raised your glass, Leon clicking it together with his own beer glass. “Cheers.” You two took big sips from your beverages, Leon’s hand now gravitating towards your knee.
“Say, would you like to join me on the terrace? It’s getting so hot in here.”, Leon said and pointed towards an open door on the other side of the room. The mere thought of being able to spend more time with him made you agree with his idea, and a minute later you two were sitting on the terrace in a porch swing. Leon had bought you another drink. He was such a gentleman, just like you’d always imagined him.. From time to time, people came to congratulate Leon on the success of his new show, wanting to invite him for a drink or more rounds. Yet every time he declined it, saying he already had enough for the evening.
*
“You weren’t invited, were you?”, Leon asked after some conversation between you two. You had told him a bit about your life, your work, your pets. In return, Leon shared stories of the making of Infinite Darkness, funny bloopers and behind-the-scenes stories you otherwise would never hear. The party had died out by now, it being late and the night becoming colder. Telling him a lie wasn’t an option, so you sighed and nodded. “Thought so. You carry yourself differently.”, Leon said while he lit himself a cigarette, blowing the smoke into the night sky.
“What do you mean?”, confusion was written across your face. Carrying yourself differently?
“Hollywood wankers carry themselves with a confidence that could kill a mortal like us. They think they are invincible, but oh boy they are wrong. You don’t carry that energy about you. You don’t look the type.. How did you get in?”
“My best friend is buddies with the security guard and he owed her a favour.”
“You little minx.”, Leon laughed, taking another drag as his eyes rested on you, taking in your body in this dress you hated, yet in his eyes you were the most beautiful woman in the sea of botox and silicone tits. “If you promise not to spill the whole night on social media, I can show you a whole new world.”, and by the look in his eyes, you both knew the feeling was mutual
*
The penthouse Leon was renting for his stay in your city was more than just breathtaking. Standing by the front window, you could see the whole city, way beyond the city limits. In the bathroom was, next to a big bathtub, a jacuzzi, and an iced down champagne bucket right next to it. “In Hollywood, money has no meaning. You ever seen Wolf of Wall Street? They weren’t fuckin’ lying when they called money ‘fun coupons’”, he laughed when you first entered the penthouse and your eyes had nearly rolled out. The bedroom alone was bigger than your whole flat, the champagne in that goddamn bucket probably worth more than your rent
“If your eyes get any bigger they’ll fall out of your head!”, Leon laughed as he sat down on the huge sofa, the fireplace warming up the room to a comfortable degree. Yet the dress felt too tight, just ready to be taken off...or was that the alcohol speaking? Leon for the cigar box lying atop the coffee table. He offered you one, but you declined - you didn’t smoke, but the mere view of Leon with a big cigar between his lips, legs spread and dress shirt slightly unbuttoned...it went straight to your core, a view millions of women would kill for, presented in front of you. “Like what you see, little minx?”
“Would it be bad if I didn’t.”, you replied, trying to hide your nerves by being cocky. But Leon wasn’t having any of this. He could see through your mask, trying and failing to hide how badly you wanted to straddle his lap and kiss him senseless, seeing stars and whole new universes. Comes with being an ex cop and agent. No secrets could make it past his eyes.
“Come here”, were Leon’s simple words, yet they had an effect on you and your body, something you'd normally be ashamed to admit. You made your way over to Leon on the sofa and instead of sitting next to him, he patted on his lap. “I want you to be comfortable, and I bet you are the most comfortable on my lap. C’mon, it’s the best seat in the house.”, he smirked and...you couldn’t deny it. His thighs were comfortably big, years of hard training paying off in the form of muscle and rough skin under his suit pants.
You weren’t sure why your head felt like it was spinning - was it the alcohol or the intoxicating smell from Leon? A mixture of his unique scent: whiskey and his cologne, all in a cloud around your nose. You wished you would be able to smell him for the rest of your life. All you knew was that your body screamed for Leon, and his body screamed right back. “Here.”, Leon offered you the glass of scotch he had just poured for himself. “There are three types of liquor. Terrible, not so terrible, or do you want to impress people with your money?”, and with those words, he pressed his lips against yours.
*
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“And yet, here we are.”
*
Leon had picked you up after another glass or three of scotch, the way to his bedroom clear. You weren’t sure if it was the warmth from the scotch swelling in your chest or the way his muscular arms wrapped around you, but something in you was one wrong- or right- move away from melting away completely. Your legs were wrapped around his hips as well as possible. The slit on your dress helped you, but suddenly Leon stopped in his tracks. “Are you okay?”, you asked, placing a hand on his cheek, but he looked over the bedroom you two just entered… Suddenly he placed you back down on the floor, kicking the door shut and pushing you against it.
“I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed.”, he smirked , his soft hands moving down your sides, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched you. Your dress felt too tight, the room too hot - you needed to get out of it quickly! Leon watched your blush grow, this asshole smirk still on his lips. “I love how real you are.”, he muttered as he leaned in, brushing his lips over your pulse point, just enough to draw a soft gasp from your lips.
“What do you mean?”, you asked, puzzled. Leon just chuckled, “Haven’t you noticed? It’s all Photoshopped. All the women at the premiere had the same fucking ass. Same crooked lips from the same quack doctor. The same busted Botox faces, everywhere you go. Yet they think they’re hot shit.”, he whispered, hot air against your even hotter skin. “But you...look at you.”
And you did. You looked down on yourself and saw nothing but imperfections. You looked back to Leon with a frown but he just laughed, “Hollywood is suffocating as fuck, but you’re like a breath of fresh air.. Look at you! You even have stretch marks! I haven’t seen real stretch marks since I put my first step into a studio!”, Leon took a deep breath, his voice shaking as he said his next sentence, “And I want you so fucking badly.”
*
Only minutes later, Leon had marked you up, hickeys and little bites of pleasure and need covering your upper body, whatever part he could reach. The dress was long gone and you laid on the bed, watching Leon unbuttoning his dress shirt. Underneath the white fabric was a body riddled with scars and old, badly healed wounds. Each and every single one could tell a story you were ready to hear, but right now, all you wanted was Leon and only Leon. And he needed you too.
“Aren’t you fucking gorgeous?”, Leon asked as his hands reached behind you, undoing your bra with a simple movement. This man had disarmed bombs before, of course a bra wouldn’t cause him much trouble. “Look at you…”, he repeated once more once your bra was thrown across the room, landing on some random piece of furniture. You blushed under his hungry eyes, him taking in what would be his in mere minutes. “Spread your legs. I wanna taste you.”
*
You had an iron grip on Leon’s hair, bucking your hips to meet his touch. More, more, more! You needed more! While Leon’s tongue teased your entrance, he used his hand to hold you down, keeping you in place like the good girl that you had been. Well, had been until his tongue first licked up your folds, taking in the sweetness of your juices. Leon had consumed many different liquors in his life, but only your sweet juices could rival ambrosia, sending his drunken mind into another plane of existence.
“Leon!”, you moaned out the moment his calloused finger brushed over your clit. It had been begging for attention, but Leon - that dick - kept on lapping up your juices, sucking and nibbling carefully on your folds. The movements of his fingers were in a steady rhythm with the ones of his tongue, making your head spin once more. He knew how to play you like a fiddle, making you putty in his hands.
But before you could cum, Leon pulled away, his face covered in your sweet fluids and he licked over his lips with an obscene sound and a dirty smirk on his lips. “I can’t wait to fuck you ‘til you scream my name.”
*
The condom was put on quickly. Magnum, of course. What else would a guy like him need? The first stroke inside of you made you see stars for the third time in less than an hour, what an impact this man had on you. Leon was still inside of you, not moving until you were adjusted to his size, especially his girth. “You okay?”, he asked, to which you gave him a soft nod. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. It’s just… fuck, you’re big..”
Leon’s ego beamed at your words, and once you gave him the okay to continue, it was very hard for him to hold back in any way. You were too tight, too sweet, making him nearly burst on the spot. Instead, his mind wandered...but you were always part of those thoughts.
The wet noises of sex, lust, and unadulterated passion filled the room, along with soft panting and groans coming from you two, a noise as old as humankind. Your arms were tightly wrapped around Leon’s body, leaving behind tiny marks when you needed to hold onto him, your nails digging into his skin. Leon hissed at the stings but fuck, knowing you were marking him up too made him even harder, harder than he had ever been.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”, Leon moaned against your neck and buried his head there for a moment. All you could do was nod in agreement, not trusting your voice anymore. Leon reached down at this, pressing his palm between you two, against your clit. You needed this feeling, you were begging for your release.
*
“Come on, cum for me.”, Leon growled when he felt the first contractions around his cock. The needy undertone of his voice was the last thing you needed to push yourself over the edge. “Leon!”, you moaned and came around him, stilling in your movements. Leon rocked his hips a few more times before his own release overcame him, spilling into the condom as you milked him inside of you. It felt too good to be true, but Leon was real.
Once your high started to fade and the contractions lessened, Leon leaned in for a quick kiss, stealing it from your open lips as you tried to catch your breath again. You smiled up to him, loosening your grip around him. “That was great.”, you smiled and Leon dropped next to you after pulling out.
*
In the early morning hours, you woke up to an empty bed. Leon’s side was cold and you sat up, looking around in confusion. Where was he? He wouldn’t leave you alone, would he? Finally, you spotted him on the balcony and you quickly threw on one of the jackets laying around along with your panties.
“Good morning.”, you smiled at Leon, who was taking a drag from his cigarette. He greeted you while blowing the hot smoke out, then held up his arm, offering you a place next to him. You happily agreed, leaning against his warm body in the fresh morning hours.
“I’d love to see you again.”, Leon said after he exhaled another drag, looking down at you. This took you by surprise - why would he? You weren’t special at all, just a mere fan who managed to get into his penthouse suite with a lot of luck and cleavage. He grabbed his phone from the table next to him, offering you the open contact list, “I’d love to take you out on a few dates and such. Spend time with you. What do you think? Wanna give me your number?”
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