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can you write Leon x short f!reader. we talking 150cm oow that’s will be cute to read
the first meeting will be:
she’s his new neighbour in the building, there apartments are cross each other. he didn’t know, when she moved he was in a mission. he come back at late after midnight.
In the morning he got out from his apartment to go to his work and he was locking the door when he intended to turn and leave he bumped into her because he didn’t see her. when he looked down he saw grocery bags covering your face , leon” oh sorry I didn’t see you’, you tilted your head slightly to see the person from behind the bags , you smiled’o-ooh don’t worry about it”, he offered “do you wanna help with that” he pointed to seem a heavy bags for you, you nod negative’ no thanks tho’ and you grab your keys from your pocket to open your apartment .
he thinks you are the cutest thing he ever seen. and he keeps thinking about you at work and Chris and Claire noticed!
re4 or re6 🤔..
My first fic request!!! Leon x Short Fem!Reader | Mentions of Claire and Chris | Fluffy Smut (if this is trash I AM SO SORRY!)
Leon hadn't noticed someone new had moved into his apartment building until he bumped into you that one fateful morning on his way to work. He had to look down to see who or what he'd hit before he realized. You were carrying groceries to the apartment right across from his, obviously struggling a little bit.
"Hey, sorry about that. I can help you drop these bags off," he offered only for you to shake your head no and hurry into your apartment.
He had tried to shrug the awkward encounter off but he couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed watching you walk away, the sway of your hips almost putting him in a trance. You were very short, barely 5'0 if he had to guess and for a split second the thought of lifting you into his arms effortlessly crossed his mind (and was filed away into his dirty thoughts).
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Claire was the first to notice his little crush. She refused to drop the subject, even getting Chris involved in the teasing.
"Aww, Leon has a crush! Tell me all about her, you must," she pleaded.
"Yeah, Kennedy, who's the unlucky girl," Chris joked.
They were relentless but Leon refused to give in and talk about you with them. He wasn't sure if you'd be interested in the guy who almost knocked you over on your moving day. He'd been watching you ever since, trying not to be so obvious and creepy. His living room window gave him the perfect view of your front door- maybe he peeked every now and again to watch you leave and return home, hoping he'd be bold enough to just talk to you one day beyond the simple "Hi" and "Have a good day".
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Leon finally had the courage to talk to you about two weeks later. The apartment complex was having a social hour, free drinks with light snacks at the clubhouse and you were there. Your smile and laugh lit up the room. He made his way over to you, nervous yet confident when he reached out to shake your hand.
"I'm Leon, I live across from you."
"Oh yeah, I've seen you around," you replied, hoping to not make it so obvious how attracted you were to him. "I'm new to the area."
"Well I'd love to show you around, if you're interested," Leon offered. There was a really nice steakhouse downtown that he'd love to take you to, to show you off, see you all dressed up in heels that would probably still have him towering over you.
You blushed and nodded at this invitation. "I'd like that a lot, Leon."
Everything seemed to fall into place from there.
You exchanged numbers and went on your first date the following Friday night. Leon was quickly falling for you, the way your head rested on his chest when you cuddled on the couch, the way he had to almost crouch down to kiss you with his hands in your hair, the way you stood on your tip toes to meet his lips halfway.
The arch of your back as you took every inch of him so perfectly, squealing and begging for more. The way you rode him and let his hands hold your hips steady as he pounded into you, his eyes transfixed on the bulge in your stomach from the length of him. The way your tight, little mouth couldn't fit all of him but you tried so hard, gagging and tearing up swallowing his load. How he could lift you up and have you bouncing on his cock, your cum leaking down his thighs as he was relentlessly hellbent on making you orgasm over and over, your nails digging into his shoulders and back.
It wasn't long before you were moving into his apartment after Leon bought out your lease, having you meet Claire and Chris and the rest of his close friends with Leon proudly introducing you as his girlfriend.
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Okay let's forget about all the agents Kennedy, alcohol and trauma in RC, Ada...ect,and turn to Leon s Kennedy as Your husband's policeman 36years is receiving a promotion to Chief Police Officer cuz I can't see my bbguy suffer more :(,you can add some nsfw if you want to
thank you for requesting lovely! i'm sorry i write so much angst hahhaha, but here is a change of pace! i've never written anything purely fluff (lol) and so many characters, so this is a challenge! i hope you enjoy!
⦑ take me home ⦒✶.*
pairing(s): leon kennedy x gn! reader
synopsis: you throw a surprise party for your boyfriend's last day at work after his job promotion.
content: pure fluff, established relationship, flirting, alcohol, leon is tipsy, but he's cute & not depressed ab it. claire, rebecca, jill & chris works in RPD.
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Today is an unusual sight for the usually hectic police department in Raccoon City. The office is adorned with balloons, garlands, and laughter, celebrating not just the promotion of a well-loved officer, Leon S. Kennedy, but also his farewell as he relocates to a new precinct.
You should be happy for your boyfriend – and you are – but part of you will miss watching over his figure from your desk, casting flirtatious grins back and forth in attempts to distract each other from the rigorous paperwork.
A banner suspends between the light fixtures, observing the lopsided words ‘CONGRATULATIONS’, strings twisted into the knot. The culprit of this handiwork, Chris, puffs out his chest proudly, while Rebecca looks at him in disbelief.
“Chris, leave the decorations to Rebecca, please.” You break apart the squabble forming between them. Rebecca smirks as Chris descends the ladder, defeated. “Don’t forget everyone, this is supposed to be a surprise.”
“Claire, where is the card?” You interrogate the next person in your line of sight, who happens to be Claire. All whilst you signal Rebecca to tilt the banner slightly upwards. “Has everyone signed?”
“Yep. It’s just you left.” She hands over the card, before resuming to the case files on her computer.
The card scrawls with heartfelt blessings from your team, a lot of ‘good lucks’, ‘we’ll miss you’, and nostalgia when he was just a rookie. He worked hard for ten years to be a sergeant, and you know he deserves this.
You pick up your pen – contemplating the words to express how amazing he is, how you will love him forever, how you will miss the sneaky make-out sessions in the work janitor’s closet.
…Marvin will be so proud of you. Yours, ....
The vibration in your pocket cuts you off mid-sentence – Jill. She is supposed to be on the case with Leon for another thirty minutes. You read the text out loud.
“I can't hold him back much longer, we're on our way. ETA in five minutes!!”
The floor scrambles in panic to finalise their positions. Rebecca quickly secures the banner with some tape. Claire is passing party poppers. Chris is putting away the ladder to the storeroom.
As Jill enters the space with Leon following behind, all the confetti releases at once.
The rainbow plastic ribbons catching in his hair like stardust in sand. You catch a glimpse of surprise in his reaction, following with a light on the corner of his lips.
“To Leon!” your team lifts their glasses high in the air, sipping beers and cocktails all night. Leon is the star tonight – you can barely talk to him without two other people buying him drinks all night along.
You catch him a whole two hours later in the circle booth, after some of the crowd has dispersed, his cheeks redden from the many drinks consumed all in a few hours. You squeeze yourself through three different people to sit yourself next to Leon.
“Having fun?” You try to get his attention by nudging at his forearm. “Don’t get too drunk though, I have to take you home.”
Leon lifts his gaze, when he sees you right by him, a grin tug at his face almost immediately. His cerulean eyes somehow more glazy than usual.
“Thank you for doing all of this. You are so good for me.” Despite the scent of beer merging with his breath, the grin on his face remains childlike. One that you only see in his drunkenness, which he lets down his guard to show more of his emotional side.
“Everyone helped. Not just me.” You are thinking how cute Leon looks when he’s drunk. “You are well-loved in here. I’m just the facilitator.”
“How about you work for me?” Leon brings the back of your palm to his lips. “I can pull some strings, now that I’m sergeant.”
“Sergeant Kennedy, using your influence for personal goals? It’s not even your first day.” You quip with a slight chuckle.
“And what if I am?” He peppers kisses from your palm to your fingers, the faint heat from his lips sizzle through your nerves. “Sure you’ll enjoy less time on the field, and more time in my office.”
“Well, if that’s the case.” You decide to let this banter go on a little further. “I expect to be well-compensated for my extra duties.”
“That will depend on your performance.” He raises a sassy eyebrow, pulling you closer until your noses touch.
“Good thing I always hit my KPI’s.”
“I do like a hardworking employee…”
Eyes fluttering shut slowly, you smile into the kiss. His lips lay gently on yours, sucking slightly at your cupid’s bow. Your bodies move closer, so close that you rests your hand on Leon’s thigh for support. The kiss deepens further, sloppier, tongues intertwined until…
“Ahem.” Chris clears his throat loudly, snapping you back to the present.
You open your eyes to find the whole table staring at the two of you. Your gaze finds its way to Jill, which she immediately, most awkwardly, rolls her eyes to the ceiling as if there is something to see there. Claire is nonchalant, sipping her beer and simply enjoying the scene.
You retract the tongue that is still shoved in Leon’s mouth. A hint of pink is running up your cheeks, you don’t need to see it to feel it. Leon, however, is unphased by the attention from his coworkers. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s knowing that he won’t be seeing these guys next Monday.
“So… next rounds on me. Who’s in?” Chris attempts to diffuse the awkwardness, which earns a few curt nods from the table.
Leon holds you by the hand, picking you up from the seat. “Sorry Chris, we’re gonna call it. It’s been a long night. Thanks for the party, everyone.”
You two shuffle past Chris and Jill out of the booth, after a round of hugs with everyone, you can practically feel Leon sprinting out the bar.
“How ‘bout we continue where we left off at my place?”
Your cheeks turn a deeper red. It seems like he will be the one to take you home tonight instead.
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can you draw chris dangling leon by the scruff of his neck like a kitten. bonus points if he’s all fucked up because that’s chris’s go to way for getting him out of danger while in battle
This is not exactly what you asked for but it is what popped into my head lmao, so i hope it works uwu
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Meeting again. Alexia × reader
Part 2
Reader comes back to Barca after 3 years.
The last 3 years have been a grind.
After I left Barcelona, I signed with Manchester city. Alexia and I haven't talked since that conversation at the door. My friends at the club were surprised at my sudden leave from the club we all thought I would retire at but I explained that I just needed a change of scenery and that if it all went well I would be back after one season. The fans were also shocked but I explained that for my mental health I had to leave and they understood that and supported my decision.
After I landed I stayed at Leila’s house while my affairs were getting sorted. The club was welcomùing and so were the girls. I had never played in the WSL before but it was a welcomed challenge. Their style of play was different, the culture surrounding the sport was different and so was the atmosphere, the support and the gay community.
All I focused on was my job. I Was friendly with the girls but never too close. I got fitter, healthier, faster, and more tactically efficient.
In my three years I won 2 WSL titles, 3 FA cups and 2 conti cups. We never made it to the champion’s league but the progress we made was enough for us to be feared globally.
My media presence and influence also grew. I had a disabled growth in the amount of following and input on the sales. Overall I was an entirely different person than the one I was before I left Alexia. The only true thing that mattered to me was myself and my growth.
By the end of my third season, after it had been decided we were the winner because of the difference in points between us and Chelsea, Leila came to me after practice one day.
“ hole chica, i need to talk to you about something.” She said after sitting next to me in the locker room.
“ Okay, go for it.” I replied.
“I noticed this a long time ago but I didn't know how to say it. You are giving my love. You haven't seen you in a long time. The cheerful, happy, complete you. Yes you have been doing well in other areas but you haven't been living a live amigo.” she said, caressing my back with her hand.
I looked up to her with a smile on my face, “ you are concerned, its cute, but don't be i am doing just fine.'' I said.
“ and that the problem you shouldn't be fine you should be more than, fine.” she said before I signed the camel out of her month. “ look so as to not hide anything from you, barca have contacted me.” she added.
Her statement has caused a jolt in my brain. Suddenly all the things that I had suppressed were coming back and all of Alexia back with it. But I stayed put and didn't move at all.
“ With Lucy now gone they need me to be the center back and want to build the old band back. They wanted me to open the conversation with you too but you weren't answering any of their calls or emails.” She said,
It is true Barca have been trying to contact you with no luck. The idea of barca was a distant thought in my brain. I couldn't do it. I couldn't be near her again, not when I just started to forget.
I remained silent and did not move, which prompted Leila to say. “ she drove you out of your club, your home, she doesn't deserve to stay in it while you suffer here. She should be the one suffering, not you. You love the chamipian’s league. You should go back and win it agin. You should fight to get back on the national team and play in the world cup. She has been getting a lot of the glory you deserve.” She was now angry.
“ Okay, I will think about just calming down,” I replied. I got my bags after that and left.
On my ride home all I was thinking about was the fact that she was right. I shouldn't hide away while Alexia is enjoying herself in Barcelona, not while she broke my heart.
As soon as I got home I called the president of barcelona. “ I heard you have a contract for me.'' I said as soon as he picked up.
The following weeks were hectic, me and Leila said our goodbye to the city girls and the staff. We packed up our bags and headed home.
This time she was the one living in my apartment. Our move has been kept quiet with only the necessary people knowing. The club wanted our home communing to be a total surprise. Leila and I negotiated both a multi year contract that we were both happy with.
After we were both settled in and at the start of pre season the club tweeted “ we can now officially announce that our og forward and center back are back safely home.'' The tweet was accompanied with a photo of both me and Leila signing our contracts.
The internet went crazy, we almost broke twitter with an announcement. I then thanked my city family with a post and logged off to prepare for my big day.
I was going to meet Alexia, the love of my life, the last person in my bed, my hero,and the reason for my heartbreak the following day.
I was very nervous so Leila opted to drive. We listened to music in hopes of getting nerves to calm down but with no luck.
When we arrived at the facility Leila held my hand and said “ we got this we are in this together. I smiled at her and started walking.
We went directly to the manager’s office. He gave us the rundown of everything and asked us to come to the field once we finished our fitness test.
We spent a couple hours in the gym getting our test done. Leila’s eyes never left mine reassuring me that everything will be okay. I managed to relax a little in the familiar space.
After we were done the physio asked us to go to the field.
All I could feel was my heart in my throat and the butterflies in my chest. Leila squeezed my hand to reassure me that it will all be fine.
I forgot what it felt like to be in the sun so that was all I was thinking about. Suddenly I heard clapping, Jonathan had introduced us to the team.
The first one to hug me was Ona, then Cata, Panos and all the rest except Mapi, Ingrid, Patri, Claudia and Alexia. They were all standing apart from everybody just watching as the rest of the team gave Leila and i hugs and kisses.
I knew this was gonna be hard but i didn't anticipate this. This will be more painful than hell will ever be.
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Hey, I'd like to request a R2 Leon x Reader fluff where they're starting out their relationship, and reader is trying to be more assertive, even though she is just always so flustered and nervous about initiating kisses or just touch in general with him, and Leon's usually the one that does it. Thank you 🥺
"feeling bold are we?"
Ok so this is my first time ever writing for leon-
Ok so idk if this is what you were asking for and honestly it's not my best work so if you have another request just ask bc I love Leon sm
I literally love this ask sm so thank you:)
You tried your best to cut the onions for you and Leon's dinner but you just couldn't, you had to look away almost every five minutes because your eyes kept stinging and at this rate it would never get done.
"here" your boyfriend said from behind you grabbing the knife from your hand "let me"
Leon was sweet like that. He had remembered you physically couldn't cut onions, even though you'd never said anything to him it was almost like he could sense it, and he got the food done in what felt like minutes while you sat on the counter picking songs.
Leon would occasionally stop to place either hand on the counter, trapping you beneath him and giving you sweet kisses.
"you taste like vanilla icing" Leon said into the kiss
"really?- I haven't had any cake today" you giggled back and pulled away for air. You never initiated kisses or hugs or anything in fear you would do it wrong
It was fine as long as Leon started it..
However recently you began to worry that he didn't like that you never started anything. Maybe he thought you didn't like him..so you made a promise to yourself to swoon him.
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The next day you were and Leon were on the couch, you in his lap while you played with your hair
"you're so pretty baby" he said leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your cheek
"so are you" you responded turning around so you were now facing him. You gave him a kiss and he smiled into your mouth and pulled away "feeling bold are we?"
"maybe I am" your arms wrapped around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder
"well that's alright" you could feel his heart beat quicken because your chests were prested together so tightly.
And you never wanted to let go. Your boyfriend had such a soft glow to him, it was like his presence could make anyone happy
He could bring anyone to peace.
And his aura was always so calming "I love you so much Leon, I don't ever want to let go" at that you heard his breath hitch and he squeezed you tighter.
"I love you too"
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Leon and you were both getting dressed to go on your date you had earlier planned, it was said you were going to go to roosters and eat chicken wings.
Leon's phone started to ring from across the room
"hold on baby, I gotta take this" your boyfriend walked away, picking up his phone and leaning against the wall
Just as he was about to answer it you snatched it from out of his hands and put both your hand on either side of his head pinning him against the wall.
Now this was a sight the be hold-
You only reached up to his shoulders and was trying to pin him against the wall, as if you could do anything to stop him...
He started laughing and looked down at you. Leon took your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb and tilted your head up so you were forced to look at him.
"what's this all about? Am I neglecting my sweet girl?" He asked spinning you around so you were now facing the wall.
You shook your head in response "then what's going on?"
"I- I just wanted to show you that I can be assertive and that-" Leon cut you off with a kiss
"I don't mind pretty, you can let me take care of that"
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Request (only if you want to ofc): Can you write Leon Kennedy pulling you over but like instead of fining you he's like "I have another way of solving this debt of yours" *wink* *wink*
i love this request sm
ft. cop!leon x fem!reader
synopsis. officer kennedy is a very considerate man.
content. smut. 1.6k words. power imbalance, unprotected p in v, fingering, spanking, exhibitionism, use of the term 'sir'.
note. thank you for the request anon, i hope you enjoy! exams are almost over so i'll get to more of your requests soon <33
masterlist. inbox. comments & reblogs are highly appreciated !!
You watch the blue and red flash of the cop car through the side mirror of your vehicle. The God-awful siren screeching is enough to sour your already shitty mood.
Pulling over to the side of the road, you contemplate how to get your ass out of this problem. You couldn’t afford a ticket right now. Your student debt is enough of a financial crisis.
There’s a knock on the glass, and you roll your window down. You hoped the officer would understand your situation and give you a break.
“Do you have any idea how fast you were going, ma’am?” A smooth yet authoritative voice questioned.
You always hated that question. How were you even supposed to answer it?
You finally glance up at the officer with an unamused look, noticing his pretty blue eyes trail along your body. He’s probably trying to figure out if you’re under the influence.
He notices your lack of response before continuing, “You were going a 100 in a 75. I’m going to have to–”
“C’mon, officer.” You cut off his statement with desperation, gripping the steering wheel in frustration. “There has to be another way. I- I can’t afford to pay off anything right now. I’ll do anything, I swear.”
It was your fault you got into this predicament, but you weren’t ready to accept that yet.
He's observing you again, weighing his options. He clicks his tongue but agrees.
“Anything? I think I have another way you can make up for it,” he says, a sly smirk on his lips.
“Really!? Thank you so much, sir!” You say excitedly, a smile blooming on your face. “What do you have in mind?”
“Would you mind exiting your car?”
You feel nervous but comply, stepping out of your car.
You stand tall, straightening your back as you look at the brooding officer. His eyes are on you again, but there’s something else in his gaze while he watches you from top to bottom. He takes in your outfit, the tight mini skirt and top that leaves little to the imagination.
You’re staring right back at him. You couldn’t deny that he looks attractive. The blue cotton shirt hugs his fit figure, and the blonde wisps of hair frame his gorgeous face. You always did like a man in uniform.
“So how will I avoid the dent in my bank account? Officer…” You trail on.
“Officer Leon Kennedy.” He says, stepping closer to you. “I’m gonna make sure you won’t be reckless on the road again.”
Your eyes widen slightly at the sudden proximity, but you don’t mind. You also don’t miss the look the officer gives you like you’re his favourite meal, ready to be ravaged.
“How are you gonna do that, Officer Kennedy?” You ask, looking up at him innocently, playing into it.
“I’m going to punish you. Is that okay with you, ma’am?”
Your face feels warm at his words, but you nod. The warmth moves through your body and to your core.
“You have to tell me, miss.” He softly grips your jaw, making you look up at him. His thumb pulls at your bottom lip. You can’t believe you’re about to fuck a police officer in public to avoid being fined.
“It's okay.” You manage to get out. He squeezes your cheeks, your lips jutting out.
“Sir or Officer Kennedy. You get that baby?” He states, letting go of your face when you mumbled a quiet yes, sir. You’re looking up at him again, awaiting what he will do next.
“Bend over, ma’am. Over the hood of your car.” He instructs you, his voice laced with authority, and your pussy pulses with need.
You’re quick to listen to his every word. On your elbows and palms, flat against the hood of your car, supporting your body weight. One of his hands rests on your hips while the other is trailing down to the hem of your skirt. He bunches the fabric up, and you gasp softly at the cold air nipping at your skin.
You hear a faint fuck not before both of his are on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. His hand moves to your panties, and you’ve probably soaked through them. He presses his thick fingers on the dampened spot.
“I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much, baby.” He mutters, gliding his fingers along your panties, barely enough stimulation on your clit.
“Fuck, please,” you whine softly. Hands come into contact with the flesh of your ass with a loud sound, and a whimper softly escapes the back of your throat. The pain which resonates with the slap turns into pleasure, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together.
“Please, sir.” He mocks you as he soothes the tender area. You want to roll your eyes, but instead, you relent, repeating his words with need.
“I don’t know. Will you behave for me, miss?”
“Yes, sir.” You whine. “I– I’ll be good for you.”
You hear him chuckle behind you, but he pulls your panties to the side, marvelling at your dripping cunt. His digits glide along your drooling pussy, coating it in your slick. He pulls his fingers back, and you hear him sucking on them with a loud groan.
“You taste so good, ma’am.”
You don’t have time to appreciate his kind words before his fingers work on your throbbing clit. You gasp at the sudden attention, and Officer Kennedy takes an opportunity to push his finger inside you.
Loud whines leave you as you fall apart on the Officer’s finger. He adds another digit, pumping them into your pussy. His movements are deliberate, curling into your cunt as he tries to edge you, keeping you from coming.
“Good girls get to come,” he had said.
You’re so close to coming for what feel’s like the 10th time — he pulls away from you. You huff in annoyance.
There’s another slap on your raw ass, and you can’t help but moan. Each noise you make goes straight to Leon’s cock.
“Please, sir, fuck me.” You’re almost sobbing from being robbed of another orgasm. Your thigh’s trembling, and your lips quiver as you plead to the Officer.
“Only because you’ve been so good for me, baby.”
You hear the soft clicking of his belt as he unbuckles it and pushes his boxer down to expose his aching cock. You so badly want to turn your head back to look at it.
One of his hands is on the curve of your back, pushing you forward on the hood of your car as the other guides his dick along your slit, bumping your clit. The tip of his cock enters your cunt, and you whine aloud.
He’s slowly moving into your tight, huffing as he does so. He isn’t even entirely in, but he’s already stretching you wide.
He’s wholly inside of you, your ass flushed to his pelvis. His cock is so fat you wish you could’ve seen it before it's inside of you. You’re grateful he’s prepped you with his fingers despite the teasing.
He leans forward, your back pressed against his chest, and his breath fans your ear. You clench around him, and he groans.
He starts moving in and out of your sloppy pussy, and your arousal coats his cock with each movement. You push for hips back, eager to finally come.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when the tip of his cock kisses the spot that makes you see stars. Your moans grow in volume and amount.
“Sh– Shit. You want everyone to know how much of a slut you are, huh? How much you love to be fucked dumb by an officer?” He huffs into your ear, punctuating each word with the thrust of his hips.
You’re full-on sobbing due to the assaulting pace of his cock on your g-spot. He squeezes your hips roughly, letting out soft moans into your ear as the velvety walls of your cunt squeeze him tight.
You’re so close. The knot formed in your tummy is so tight, ready to snap.
“Can I come, sir?” You plead, teary-eyed. Your nails attempting to dig into the hood of your car. You hope it doesn't dent as he fucks you.
“Come, baby. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.” He groans. You know there isn’t anyone here for miles, but the thought still has you clenching around his cock.
Leon moves one of his hands to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. Your cunt gushes as you come undone, pulsing around his fat cock, which still persistently ruts into you.
“Where d’you want my cum, ma’am?” He pants. It now hits that he still doesn’t know your name. That doesn’t change the fact you want him to come in you.
“Come inside me, sir.”
You hear him gasp before he comes, spilling his hot seeds inside your tight cunt.
He pulls out of you, placing back your panties on and pulling your skirt down before fixing himself back into his pants.
With shaking legs, you turn around to face Officer Kennedy, his cum spilling from your panties and down your thighs. You look up at him through eyelashes, clumped together from tears. He holds you by your waist as you try to balance yourself.
His face is flushed pink, and the blonde wisps of hair stick to his sweat-slicked forehead. He clears his throat, continuing,
“I think you might have to pay an extra fine.”
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𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨.
❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
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𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧:
With a sly look, Leon's fingers deftly unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt, each quiet click reflecting the growing tension in the air, his lips brushed against your bare skin, whispering — «I think i know exactly how to repay you for dinner» enticing words hung in the air, a promise that lit the flame of pure thirst.
Fluorescent lamps of a modern design, and apparently costing relatively a lot, flickered overhead as you busily typed at your workstation, the rhythmic clatter of keys echoed through the quiet room, interrupted only by the distant chatter, while the air was filled with tension, the kind that persists after a long day of covert operations, and there he was, Leon Kennedy.
You never paid much attention to Leon off the scope of work, he was just another agent, another cog in the machine, but something about him caught your attention, maybe it was the way he moved easily in the shadows, his tall figure stood out against the dimly lit background, or perhaps it was the intensity of his piercing blue eyes, which seemed to hold the stories of a thousand battles and more.
As you continued to work, you noticed that your gaze still fell on the man while he was engrossed in some paperwork, his face was illuminated by the soft light of the computer screen, dark hair framed his face, contrasting with his fair skin, you had heard rumors, if you can call it that, facts of other people that you didn’t know about yourself, that his hair had once been the color of wheat, but now it was the same dark shade as the secrets he kept.
It was in these moments of calm observation that you began to notice the subtle nuances in Leon’s behavior, he was more than just an agent — he was a person with his own quirks and characteristics, from time to time you noticed him absentmindedly tapping his pen on the table, immersed in his thoughts, on another day you noticed how he ran his fingers through his hair when he was deep in concentration.
But what intrigued you most was the anomaly in his personal life, the unspoken curse that seemed to hang over Leon Kennedy — his attempts to ask a girl out to dinner, and you couldn't help but wonder about this aspect of his life, whether he was looking for friends amid the chaos of their dangerous profession, or were his persistent invitations fueled by a deeper yearning?
There were whispers in the office about Leon's unsuccessful attempts to court someone, and it was more like a soap opera unfolding against the backdrop of a mundane government office, and you were drawn into this drama, unable to resist the intrigue surrounding Leon's romantic misadventures.
One day, while you were drinking a cup of coffee in the break room, you overheard snippets of a conversation where Leon was trying to make plans with a female colleague, his tone was casual but with a hint of desperation, and the refusal was quick and abrupt, to which Leon just smiled tightly and shrugged, that’s when you decided to take a closer look at the person behind the agent.
The aftermath of the last mission filled the air with a mixture of newfound achievement and exhaustion, the problems of the outside world seemed to loosen their grip, at least for a moment, allowing a collective sigh of relief to flow through the agency, the President's gratitude and the echo of the rest of the people's applause faded, giving way to the quiet hum of post mission conversations and the distant tramp of cleaners.
Kennedy, his tie slightly askew and his once immaculate suit now covered in small wrinkled stripes, moved through the crowd with the practiced ease of an agent, his steps purposeful, every movement a testament to the strength hidden beneath the tired exterior, and every time he passed, it was impossible not to admire the steadfastness imprinted in his every gesture.
Rubbing the back of his head wearily, Leon looked around the room with a distant but wary gaze, he seemed lost in thought, a man weighed down by the weight of the world, but then, as if pulled by an invisible force, his eyes met yours, and in that short moment the fatigue seemed to pass , giving way to a flash of recognition and something else — something that lingered in the air between you, like a fleeting thought.
The president's praise echoed in the background, a distant symphony of words that you could barely catch because your attention was focused solely on Leon as he walked towards the exit, allowing the crowd to part before him like a river obeying its course, and just then, in the quiet calm after the storm, a spontaneous decision took possession of you.
— «Leon!» you were surprised by the sound of your own voice breaking through the haze after the mission, the word hung in the air for a moment, a question and an invitation contained in one syllable, and Leon stopped, placing his hand on the door, and turned to face you as his eyes, tired but still alive, met yours in silent question.
A slight uncertainty hung between you, the weight of the unspoken, and then, almost instinctively, a smile spread across your face — «How about dinner, Leon? You and me, no pressure, no expectations, just a chance to relax after everything»
His eyebrows raised in surprise, his lips parted, as if he was about to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat, the fatigue in his eyes seemed to dissipate in an instant, replaced by the brilliance of something else — something that was dancing in the depths of his piercing blue gaze, and just your invitation made his thoughts go somewhere else, forcing you to repeat.
— «Leon?» you called again, and your voice cut through the silence like a light breeze, the expression on his face was a strange mixture of surprise and anticipation, there was vulnerability in his eyes, the look of a man accustomed to loneliness.
— «Kennedy!» you repeated more forcefully, this time using his last name as if breaking a barrier, and his reaction was immediate — he stared at the floor, absentmindedly rubbing his hand along his jawline, a habit that betrayed his internal thoughts, as the air seemed to freeze for a moment as he blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention.
Silence hung between you, thick and awkward, and then, as if shaking off the weight of his thoughts, Leon’s eyes met yours, there was a childlike innocence in the way he blinked his eyes, a vulnerability that shattered his facade.
— «You want… you want to have dinner with me?» he muttered, and the words came out of his mouth like a sudden confession, as if the simple fact of the invitation had taken him by surprise.
A laugh burst from your chest, a sound that seemed to echo down the hallway, and his blue eyes widened as a sudden blush of embarrassment filled his cheeks, causing him to look at the floor again, his disheveled hair falling into his eyes as if seeking refuge from unexpected attention.
— «Yes, Leon, i want to» you replied, your laugh lingering in the air, the invitation seeming to break through the sudden layers of his stoic demeanor as your hand intuitively slid over his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.
His surprise gradually gave way to a shy smile — a rare sight on the face of an experienced agent — «I… I'd like that» he admitted, his voice quivering with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty, and this was the first crack in the armor that protected Leon from the outside world within the confines of his head.
The evening air was crisp as you led him to the parking lot, the echoes of the bustling city fading into the background, Leon following you with a feeling of pleasant carefreeness, his usual tension replaced by a rare lightness, as if an uneatable weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Once you reached your car, you turned to Leon and it was as if a switch had been flipped, the carefree aura that had surrounded him dissipated, replaced by slight awkwardness, he blinked as if coming out of a trance and his gaze focused on you with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.
— «Oh, I, well, I thought, maybe we could take my car» Leon muttered with an unusual stutter, the words came out in a hasty attempt to convince you as his hands pointed towards the invisible car, his expression serious — «I can't let you drive us, this, you know, is wrong»
A quiet chuckle escaped your lips as he suddenly changed his behavior — «Leon, it's just a car, and besides, i promise i won't crash us, we're not at work right now, right?» with a teasing smile, you opened the car door for him, silently inviting him to join you.
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between you and the open door before a shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips — «Alright, if you say so» he admitted with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and with a slight nod, he sat down in the passenger seat, his movements a little awkward, as if he was unsure of this uncharted territory.
As you watched him settle in, you couldn't help but notice the almost puppy like delight that danced in his eyes, his posture was slightly skewed, his legs spread apart in an attempt to find comfort, the careful adjustment of his seat belt betrayed a mixture of excitement and nervousness, it was rarely possible to see Kennedy, an experienced agent, in such a state, and it was impossible to suppress mental laughter at the sight of this delightful spectacle.
With a quiet click, you fastened your seat belt and started the engine, the hum of the car coming to life seemed to attract Leon's attention, and he glanced quickly in your direction, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity in his eyes.
The car pulled out of the parking lot smoothly, the city lights streaming past as you drove through the familiar streets, the silence between you comfortable, Leon, now more relaxed, leaned back in his seat as his gaze focused on the passing scenery.
— «So» you began, breaking the silence — «Is there a particular place in your mind, or do you leave the decision to fate?»
Leon chuckled, the sound was clear, sincere and warm — «To be honest, i'm fine with everything, it's been a long time since i've had the luxury of food choices»
You chuckled, the gentle purr of the engine mixing with the soft tunes coming from the car's stereo as the red glow of the sunset engulfed the car, and Leon, sitting next to you, seemed lost in his thoughts again, his gaze fixed on the cityscape rushing by.
One of the nearest restaurants was only a few minutes away, but you felt a sudden urge to break the silence, because the easy atmosphere of camaraderie that had formed between you, as it seemed to you, created the basis for conversation.
— «Alright, Leon» you started in a casual tone — «What brought you to this field? How did you end up being one of the best agents?»
Leon's gaze shifted from the window to you, surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had not expected this question, as if the barriers he had carefully erected had crumbled for a moment, and after a short pause, he sighed, and his expression took on a hint of nostalgia.
— «Well, it wasn't exactly a planned career move» he admitted, his voice a pure note of humor with the burden of memories — «Things in Racoon City got out of hand and i was knee deep in nightmare, after that, everything was somehow… has grown into something more, yeah»
The car continued on its way, the lights of the city reflecting in Leon's eyes as he shared fragments of his past, he spoke briefly of horrors that seemed to transcend reality while music played softly in the background, creating a gentle backdrop for the revelations unfolding in the silence of the car.
— «And then the offer came» Leon continued, his voice sounding dry — «An opportunity to join a different kind of struggle, at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do, but i never imagined that this would lead to all this»
There was a strange silence between you, not awkward, but full of unspoken truth in which the weight of Leon's words hung in the air, a reminder of the darkness that turned him into the agent he was today.
It was impossible not to notice the change in his behavior as well, his gaze took on a guilty look, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was struggling with his stubbornness, as if he had revealed more than he intended, and vulnerability flashed through the wrinkles of his face.
The soft glow of the restaurant sign signaled your arrival as you parked the car, and the quiet hum of the engine finally faded into the background as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the night air crackling with anticipation.
The cozy restaurant you chose to suit the situation was a haven of soft lighting, intimate conversations and the tantalizing aroma of culinary delights, when you entered through the wide doors, Leon followed you, tied to you by an invisible thread, his gaze darted around the room with childish curiosity, capturing atmosphere and subtle details that reflected the character of the restaurant.
You walked forward with a sense of purpose, a calming hum of activity surrounding you, the room with its muffled chatter and the clinking of cutlery seemed to offer refuge from the echoes of the outside world, and Leon, walking behind you, allowed himself to be led deeper into this refuge, glancing from time to time at your back with unspoken curiosity.
As the waitress escorted you to an empty table, you couldn't help but admire Leon's demeanor, he looked at you with an anticipation that spoke volumes, his eyes reflecting a silent mixture of gratitude and intrigue, the dim light illuminating his face with a warm glow, making him look almost ethereal.
Sitting at the table, you motioned for him to take a seat, to which he complied, sinking into his chair with a sense of relaxation that hinted at a man accustomed to danger, finding solace in unexpected moments of respite, in front of him lay a menu, a collection of culinary wonders, its pages decorated colorful images of delicious dishes.
You took charge, ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses with practiced ease, the waiter nodded and left, leaving you and Leon in the quiet anticipation that filled the air as the gentle hum of conversation surrounded you, a soothing symphony that seemed to envelop you two in a strange cocoon of shared loneliness.
Leaning back in his chair, Leon's eyes wandered over the pages of the menu, his gaze lingering on each dish as if savoring the anticipation of what was to come, there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, a relaxation that allowed you to see beyond the barrier.
— «You know» you started, and your voice broke the silence between you two — «I'm curious, what is your favorite cuisine? Is there a particular dish that you'll neeever be able to resist?»
His blue eyes looked up from the menu and met yours, there was a moment of pause, a flicker of contemplation before a small smile played on his lips — «To be honest, i'm not too picky, in the military camp i ate my fair share of military rations and questionable snacks, but if i had to choose, i would choose Italian, pasta can make everything better»
The genuine warmth in his smile made your heart skip a beat, it was a small revelation, a window into Leon's preferences beyond the usual, and then the waiter returned with the wine, and when the glasses were filled, a communal toast marked the beginning of the evening.
The scarlet liquid in the glasses, the remnants of a well chosen wine, added a subtle warmth to the evening, the first sip seemed to loosen the threads of restraint, and soon a light conversation flowed between you, Leon, now more relaxed, shared fragments of his past, and as he spoke, the flickering light of the candles played on his sharp features with a warm light.
— «Initially, i wanted to be a police officer» he admitted, looking intently at the swirling patterns in the glass — «But then Raccoon City happened, and… well, here i am» there was a hint of nostalgia in his voice, an acknowledgment of the turns that had shaped his current path.
You listened intently, the rich flavors of the dish on your plate intertwined with the stories Leon told you, drawing you into the narrative of his past.
The complexity of the life he had led, the battles and scars he had suffered, which were laid bare in the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant, and in return you shared pieces of your own history, the vulnerabilities and triumphs that had shaped you into the man sitting across from Leon.
The meal continued, each course savored and accompanied by the gentle clink of glasses, the wine flowing like a river, creating a general intoxication, the laughter echoing in the air seemed to push away the endless darkness that often shrouds your lives.
There was an air of relaxed camaraderie as the evening progressed, invisible shackles seemed to be falling away, and Leon's normally wary eyes now sparkled with a newfound warmth as the clinking of cutlery slowed to give way to a lull in conversation.
It was then that Leon, holding his gaze on you, broke the silence with a question that hung in the air like a gentle whisper — «Why did you invite me to dinner?»
A playful smile touched the corners of your lips — «Just wanted company, Leon, is that too much am i asking for?» the words were light, a veil that hid deeper currents, you didn’t want to reveal the true depth of your newfound intentions just yet.
The waiter, attuned to the rhythm of the evening, was invited with a nod as he presented the bill, you reached for your card with easy grace, this seemingly ordinary gesture brought stars of delight into Leon's blue eyes, and he watched with a somewhat uncertain expression as you make the payment smoothly, and the transaction is completed with familiar ease.
— «How can i repay you for this generosity?» Leon broke the silence with a sense of gratitude and humility in his voice, his gaze moving between you and the waiter, who quietly moved away from the table, leaving the two of you in a bubble of intimate conversation.
A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you finished the wine in your glass, you leaned in slightly, your voice a soft whisper promising uncharted territory — «I've got a couple of ideas, Leon» and with these words, you stood up from your seat, and your leg imperceptibly stretched out under the table and ran along Leon’s leg, causing a slight shiver run through his body, as he fluttered his lush eyelashes.
The blush that colored Leon’s cheeks added a playful warmth to his expression, and the playfulness in your gaze matched the unexpected sparkle in his eyes.
As you headed towards the exit, Leon hurriedly followed you, adjusting his tie, the air outside carrying the promise of a night filled with anticipation, and the bright stars overhead seemed to wink knowingly as the two of you walked into the endless darkness.
The drive to your apartment was a cascade of anticipation, every heartbeat a pulsating rhythm synchronized with the teasing touches and whispered words that danced between you and Leon, the city lights passing through the fog as the car drove through the winding streets, carrying you both into the night that promised the unknown.
As you crossed the threshold of your apartment, the door closed with a loud slam, reflecting the urgency that simmered beneath the surface, the hallway became a canvas for the clash of desire and restraint, Leon, his blue eyes sparkling brightly as he pinned you against the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to a heated argument ensued.
The urgency in Leon's movements was palpable as he hastily pulled off his blazer, the fabric gracefully sliding to the floor, in the enclosed space his lips sought yours in a passionate, hungry kiss, while your fingers tangled in his strands of hair, and the world beyond the threshold became insignificant.
The kiss dragged on, a flash of seething feelings bursting from beneath the surface as Leon pulled away, his eyes skimming the contours of your swollen lips, a silent acknowledgment of the sight before him, and without wasting a second, his attention turned to your neck, where gentle kisses and caresses left a hot mark on the skin.
— «Ah! Careful there» a playful scold left your lips as Leon's teeth grazed your skin and his chuckle bounced off your chest, his lips continuing to move lower between your breasts, a trail of desire leaving a painful trail as the hallway became a secret theater dance of passion and longing.
With a sly look, Leon's fingers deftly unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt, each quiet click reflecting the growing tension in the air, his lips brushed against your bare skin, whispering — «I think i know exactly how to repay you for dinner» the words hung in the air, a promise that lit the flame of desire.
The shirt, now unbuttoned, revealed a canvas of skin that seemed to invite exploration, the glow of blue eyes expressing hunger as he admired the soft contours exposed to his attention, and his lips found yours again, the kiss a fusion of urgency and tenderness.
With deliberate slowness, his large hand slides down to the zipper of your trousers, fingers deftly pulling it down, inch by agonizing inch, the sound of metal teeth falling apart filling the air, a teasing reminder of what lies ahead.
The cool air touches your exposed skin as Leon removes your pants, his gaze glued to your quivering thighs, one by one he removes the fabric in front of him, leaving you completely vulnerable in front of him, forcing you to step over the fabric lying on the floor.
His touches are gentle, his hands slide freely over your heated flesh, confidently tracing the curves of your body, clinging to the elastic of your panties, and the anticipation in the room is palpable, so much so that you can suffocate.
His fingers grab the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with teasing slowness, allowing them to come unstuck from your already wet folds, savoring every flutter of your eyelashes and every quiet sigh that slips from your lips as the coolness of the room envelops your wet warmth, forcing you to say nothing — «Leon..»
His name, falling from your lips in a hoarse whisper, ignites a primal fire in him, and he falls to his knees, positioning himself between your spread legs, his long fingers, calloused and well groomed, running between your smooth folds, causing a trembling moan from the depths of your throat.
A wave of pleasure runs through your body as he explores your wetness, his touch teasing and firm, your back arching against the cold wall as he lifts your legs and places them on his broad shoulders, completely exposing your wet cunt to his slightly darkened gaze.
Comfortably positioned, he reaches his face into your shiny folds, his hands squeezing your thighs in place, pressing your legs to his broad shoulders, and his tongue is ready to caress your swollen clit, the smell of your arousal fills the air, intoxicating him, bringing him to the limit of self control.
Pinkish lips part in a hungry gesture of anticipation as he licks them, enjoying the anticipation of your arousal, and with a gentle movement of two fingers, he parts your wet folds, revealing the soft pink flesh underneath.
His mouth descends onto your cunt, his tongue plunging deep into your slick heat, the wet, velvety muscle working tirelessly, caressing your folds with perky strokes as his nose brushes against your sensitive bud, sending a wave of pleasure through your body and eliciting a moan from your lips — «Hmph! mngh!»
Your moans trigger a reaction from him and he grunts, followed by a low growl as he devours you with precise purpose, his face buried between your thighs, only crown of dark hair visible as you clutch his strands, his tongue expertly exploring every crevice, every fold, bringing you closer to the abyss of ecstasy, changing between long and short flicks of the tongue.
His tongue plunges deeper, reacting to the desperate grip of your fingers in his hair, as you squeeze and pull, your hips buckle forward, thrusting towards him, and he skillfully manipulates his tongue, alternating between gentle caresses and passionate movements.
Your legs tremble under the weight of growing pleasure, threatening to give way as your moans and whimpers fill the room, your movements becoming a relentless dance, a symphony of sensations that drives you to the edge and back with his skillful touches.
His ministrations quicken, his tongue touching your sensitive flesh with a fervor that matches your own, each agonizing swirl and flick sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing down your spine, intensifying the constricting spiral of desire within you, making you whimper.
A sudden growl reverberates against your sensitive flesh as you push harder against his tongue, giving him access to the depths of your cunt, your folds clenching around his pink tongue muscle, squeezing and sucking him in, coating his tongue, lips and chin in a rush of your intoxicating juices.
He laps up your essence with a hungry fervor, enjoying the slurping sounds that fill the room, every slurp and suck a testament to his gluttony, his relentless need to feel every drop of your arousal.
Your whimpering cries of pleasure only fuel him, driving him deeper into the pulsating depths of your cunt, he relishes the combination of your taste and his own hunger, losing himself in the hedonistic dance of primal desire, licking you clean.
Leon's hands, both strong and gentle, gently lifted you up and held you close, licking your fluids from his lips and moving deeper into the dim apartment, searching for a room with a soft surface.
When the bedroom door instinctively swung open, you found yourself in a space that promised more, the bed beckoned, and Leon, still holding you in his arms, gently lowered you onto the mattress, and finally the city and the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon desires.
The room was bathed in the soft light of the bedside lamp, casting shadows that danced along the walls, Leon's eyes, a storm of desire, met yours with such force that they left no room for hesitation, his lips traced the path along the line of your jaw, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver along your spine.
As he hovered over you, Leon's fingers delicately traced the contours of your skin, his gaze a mixture of awe and hunger, a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy unfolding between you, and the room seemed to pulse with the shared beating of your heart.
His hands slide under your bra, his fingers deftly undo the clasp and the fabric falls away, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze, he cups them in his palms, their weight filling his palms as he caresses and squeezes, his touch both hard and gentle, hungry.
Moist lips descend over your bare nipples, gliding over them with a deliberate, teasing touch, his mouth enveloping them, sucking gently, drawing pleasure from the tender peaks, and his tongue dances across the sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.
As his lips work their magic on your breasts, his free hand moves to his pants, quickly unzipping them and pulling them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion, his throbbing cock slapping against his stomach, the head glistening with precum as he settles between your slick folds, settling between the stickiness.
The friction of his cock against your wetness ignites a primal ache deep within you, intensifying the need that courses through your veins, his moves bold and unyielding, he teases the entrance to your cunt with the swollen head of his cock and you mewl impatiently, making him laugh hoarsely — «L-Leon, hmph, p-please»
He teases you, teasingly stroking the swollen head of his cock along your slick folds, eliciting an even louder moan from your lips as he huskily teases — «Please what, sweetheart?»
He doesn't wait for an answer though, with calculated precision he thrusts into you, the thickness of his cock stretching your walls inch by inch as he slowly sinks into you, enjoying the feeling of your tight warmth enveloping him.
You arching back and wrapped legs around his waist only fuels his desire, adding to the primalness, and your whimpering cries of pleasure echo in his ears, prompting him to completely mark you as something of his, because he doesn't want to lose such a treasure.
His first thrusts are deliberate and unhurried, every movement a sign of his control as he leans down to kiss, lick and bite your neck and shoulders, marking you as his.
His eyes roam over your wet and puffy nipples, his gaze taking in the sight of your arousal, the burning desire in his gaze palpable as he watches your wet cunt greedily swallow his throbbing cock, a smile forming on his lips.
He praises you clearly, his voice a low, raspy purr right into your ear, acknowledging the pleasure coursing through your body — «So beautiful like that, even better than in your tight official clothes» he bites his lip, a mixture of satisfaction on his face as he openly enjoys the connection between you.
With a sudden surge of intensity, the thrusts speed up, each powerful movement causing your tits to bounce seductively as your body moves in tandem with his, rising and falling on the sheets.
Your hands reach out and grab his biceps, your fingers digging into his skin with searing touches, leaving behind light scratches from your nails that indicate your need, and in response, he leans down and kisses your lips softly, instant tenderness amid unbridled passion.
As the pace of his thrusts increases, his balls slap against the curve of your soft ass, flushed red from the spanking, and the rhythmic sound intensifies as the air fills with shocking tension, and the pleasure builds as he penetrates deeper.
Strong hands deftly spread your legs wider, bending them at the knees on either side of his body, with each thrust he penetrates deeper into your pussy, enjoying the mesmerizing sight of his cock disappearing inside you, accompanied by obscene squelching sounds filling the room.
The room fills and rings with your loud moans of pleasure in blissful surrender, suddenly a beast like growl escapes Leon's lips and then he nuzzles your shoulder, his grip tightening around you, pressing you deeper into the bed, placing his hand under your head, slightly squeezing you with his bicep.
His thrusts become faster and more insistent as the bed beneath you begins to shake in response to the force of his thrusts, the powerful rhythm of his hips grinding against yours creating loud slapping sounds as you mewl, your brain turning to mush and endless requests pouring out from your swollen wet lips — «Don't, d-don't stop, mmfh! yesyesyes»
— «Didn't, fuuck, intend to» he drawls, your desperate pleas and babbles causing laughter to rumble from the depths of his broad chest where the tie of his previously hastily unbuttoned shirt dangled, he relishes the raw intensity of the moment, the primal connection between your bodies that becomes stronger with each of his thrusts.
In response to your words and the tight grip of your folds around him, Leon's thrusts become even faster, thrusting deeper into you with unyielding force, one of your legs lifting up to give him better access, increasing the friction between your bodies.
As the coil of pleasure clenches in your stomach, you reach out with your hands and scratch at the back of his shirt, leaving a trail of fire behind you as you begin to knead it, your whimpering cries of pleasure filling the air, mixing with the primal grunt that escapes Leon's lightly bitten lips.
His cock pulsates inside you, the swollen head hitting your cervix with each powerful thrust, the combination of pleasure and slight discomfort only intensifies your arousal, bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy, making you shudder and arch under him.
Leon feels his climax coming, a familiar warmth coiling in his core as the tension reaches its peak, feeling your body arch in response, he decides to prolong the pleasure by sliding his cock out of your cunt, leaving just the tip at your entrance.
But suddenly, with a primal rush of force, he slams back into you, causing you to cry out and jump forward in surprise and pleasure, the force of his thrusts causing a shiver of ecstasy to run through your body, building until you reach the pinnacle of pleasure followed by loud slaps.
Fueled by overwhelming sensations, you scream out in a powerful orgasm, your wet warmth squeezing and pulsating around Leon's thick cock and you instinctively wrap your arms and legs around him, seeking comfort and grounding amid the waves of pleasure.
As your walls grip him tightly, he succumbs to his own climax, coating your slick walls with hot spurts of cum, the raw force of his release adding an extra layer of intensity, palpably filling you with his hot fluid and allowing your aunt to feel full as it slowly spreads down his length.
As Leon slowly pulls out of your throbbing hole, he watches with satisfaction as his cum pours out, coating his still slightly hard cock in a glistening sheen, your cunt opening and closing, pulsating after an intense orgasm, fat globes of cum dripping onto the sheets.
Your legs shake violently from the force of your release, and Leon responds with a gentle touch, gently squeezing your legs with his hands, offering support and comfort as your trembling subsides, leaning down he kisses your kneecaps gently, his touch soothing and gentle as he strokes yours skin in circles.
In this post orgasmic haze, the room is filled with a mixture of scents — a heady mixture of sweat, sex and the distinct aroma of your mixed fluids, especially his musk which gradually soothes your body, plunging you into the warmth and softness of the sheets.
He finally notices that you've stopped shaking, a sign that your body is beginning to regain its composure, so with a sense of attentiveness, he gently slides out of the bed, his movements careful not to disturb your relaxed state as he goes to find a towel, when suddenly you reach out and you tug at his wrist, suddenly whimpering a couple of intelligible words — «Don't, later»
He hears your quiet whimpers, begging him to stay for a few more minutes, and a sudden chuckle escapes his lips as he gives in to your request, understanding your vulnerability in the moment after intense sex, and he's definitely glad that he was able to bring you to such a limp state, whispering measuredly — «Alright, as you'll say»
Lying down next to you, he gently pulls you towards him, your soft body pressed against his own, and Leon treats you with tenderness, kissing the top of your head as a sign of affection, deciding to put off the trip for a towel and the usual gentlemanliness, choosing instead to enjoy the closeness.
The bed turns into a cozy cocoon of warmth and satisfaction, and neither of you wants to think about anything else and where these consequences of dinner will lead, knowing only that you both just experienced excellent sex, when you press yourself against his chest and begin to slowly fall asleep, and he joins in next, pressing his warm lips into the top of your head and gently scooping you closer.
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hi!! i really love your writing and i would love if you could feed me with a request (only if you're comfortable with it, ofc) 👉🏼👈🏼 what about a leon x reader where reader is passing through a very tough depressive crisis and is really not fine mentally speaking — and leon just try to help and comfort them through this? 👉🏼👈🏼
anyway, thank you for your fics, they really helped me these days 😭💗
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Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GNPartner!Reader
Summary: It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. He shouldn't be there and you shouldn't have opened it.
Warning tags: hurt/comfort, angst, leon almost died, reader is suffering with anxiety due to past events, can be read as platonic or romantic (you choose)
Writer's Notes: hello! first of all, im sorry i took so long to write this request for you. i changed some stuff and i hope you don't mind (reader is still depressed). thank you so much your kind words and i hope this fic serves as comfort for you!! <333 stay safe anon!
for more painful leon's fics, check my masterlist. i have some happy ones too :)
It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. It is the third time that week only, the fifth of the month.
It starts when you don’t appear at work after two weeks since his return, and no one knows where you are. HR informs you are sick, which means you are still alive somewhere in the world, just sick. Okay, but sick with what? Sick how? Are you in the hospital? Do you need any help? Leon knows you don’t have family around, like him, and you are pretty much alone - like him.
So, as any regular worried friend would, he calls and texts. He wants to hear your voice and guarantee that you don’t need help and have everything you need. That you truly are okay. No answer. HR has guaranteed him you are not dead, but what if you—no, he shouldn’t think about that.
The next step is going to your house. He knows where your address is and wouldn’t be a complete weird appearing there in the afternoon. No answer. Leon won’t be a creep as far as looking at your windows, at least not yet. He won’t go as far as busting your door and checking how you are feeling because he needs to confirm you are okay. You might just not be home.
On the second visit, Leon got awfully close to kicking your door. Before he could do that or even knock, he saw a shadow pass over the window. Though Leon told himself he wouldn’t, he looked inside just in time to see you disappear to the second floor. So, at least you are really alive, Leon’s body filling with relief. It could have been a bad case of flu, and you don’t want to contaminate anyone.
One more week passes, and he visits your house two more times. Those times you didn’t even bother to hide yourself, lazily lying down on the sofa in a way Leon couldn’t see your face (oh yeah, now he is definitely peeking out your windows). So you are genuinely ignoring him or truly sick with some contagious disease. Maybe Covid?
The fifth time he knocks on your door, it is 1 am and Leon is deeply not only worried but bitter. He was sitting in his apartment alone, wondering what you had and why you didn’t open the door for him. You two are colleagues, and Leon would dare to go as far as to call you his friend if anyone asked. How many times have you brought him soup while he was sick? Brought him meds, kept him company? Checked on him until he was finally all better?
It would be only fair if he did the same.
Leon grabs his keys without even thinking: You will open the door for him tonight. And if you don’t, well, he will kick it open. To hell with the civil approach.
-x-
All the courage slips away from his body when he notices the kitchen’s light on. Leon can’t see anything inside since you decided to make his life harder and close the curtains. So, instead of kicking that door until it’s down, Leon goes back to the gentle approach (like the idiot he is): he knocks.
The door opens not even ten seconds later, and Leon blinks, surprised. You are there. You, not a trick of his eyes: a fluffy and long blanket covering your body, only your face peeking with a familiar expression Leon recognizes immediately - he had seen in his own mirror before.
“You won. What the fuck do you want?” Those are the first words to him in weeks.
“May I come in?”
You ponder for a moment, your eyes red, and Leon wonders when you last slept. You walk away, leaving the door open, and Leon follows inside, locking the door behind him.
Your house isn’t in the best state. He had been here before and thought you weren’t the most organized person (“I can find myself in my own mess, Leon.”). The mess had grown too much from normal. There were tons of take-out boxes on the kitchen counter, pizza boxes, and fast food bags. At least you had been eating—not the best food ever, but feeding. He could work with that.
And the bottles—oh, those Leon would identify anywhere. You weren’t a heavy drinker, and you mentioned plenty of times you didn’t know how he liked whiskey. Now, there were countless empty bottles of whiskey, beer, and vodka, so much so that the place looked like a bunch of frat boys had a party just the night before and didn’t bother to clean.
Leon follows you to the living room as you fall onto the couch. An old Simpsons episode plays on the TV screen. There are still some bags and bottles on the floor, but fewer. Your eyes focus on the TV, not really watching or paying attention to him. Leon stands there, keeping a safe distance from you and gathering what to say.
“I came to check on you.” Leon starts, his eyes glued on you. “You haven’t called or texted me back. The HR said-”
“I am sick. I wanted to be left alone.”
“I know, but-”
“I could complain about this to HR, you know? It could be considered an invasion of privacy, and you could lose your job. “
“I was worried about you.”
“You saw me in the window that day, didn’t you? I’m alive and breathing. Now get out.”
You hide your face in the sofa, conversation clearly done on your side. It feels like an impossible battle to win. Leon then tries again, “Do you need anything?”
“No. Get out.”
He sighs, turning on his heels. Leon wants to say you can call if you need him, any time, but Leon knows you wouldn't. This is an impossible battle to win, Leon realizes as he starts to leave. But then he freezes, a memory piercing his thoughts. Leon comes back to the living room, your face still hidden.
“No.”
“What?”
“I am not leaving. Not before I know what is wrong.”
“I am sick.”
“Yes. So I have heard.”
You don’t turn to look at him, and that’s fine. If you want to be stubborn, so could he. Leon can wait. The episode on the TV finally ends, and as the familiar opening plays in the background, you slowly turn in his direction, one eye appearing first, then the other, as if expecting Leon would be gone by now. Unlucky for you, Leon S. Kennedy didn’t give up that easily, especially for his friends.
“I don’t know what you are feeling, but I know that face.” His voice manages to sound neutral.
Of course, he does. Of course, your partner, the legendary D.S.O veteran, would know. You, just a newbie, would have no idea what he went through, but Leon didn’t seem the kind of person to crumble for anything. Leon would probably be fine if you were the one to get shot, not him. He wouldn’t have panicked, he wouldn’t have started crying, screaming for someone to help them, losing themselves in a sea of despair and pain.
“Hey…”
Blood. So much blood in your hands. You are useless, you can’t help him as Leon’s face loses color-
“Hey.”
He deserved someone better—someone much better as a partner—not you, a weak agent who thought you were strong enough to stand by his side. Oh, how wrong you were.
Leon calls your name, more urgent this time, and your line of sight is filled with the face of the man you considered your friend right at your path—concerned blue eyes, his hair tickling against your face. His forehead is in concentration, the faint ghost of a beard, as he speaks soothingly. “Hey, look at me. You are safe. Deep breaths, come on.”
The visions mix as you blink: Leon losing blood in your arms, unconscious, back to being safe, his worried eyes staring at you.
Your rapid breathing noise fills the room, your heart wanting to burst as the pain spreads over your body, the pain worse than being stabbed or punched. You keep your eyes on Leon - he is fine, he is safe, he is well, he is worried sick about you- as he continues to nod and tell you to breathe.
It takes a while, Leon’s hands on your shoulder as you finally calm down, the tears rolling freely from your eyes.
“I am sorry.” You manage to whisper. “I am so sorry.”
“You are safe. We both are safe.” Leon declares, and you take that in. Right now, yes. But what about tomorrow? What about-? “Hey, eyes open at me.” When had you even closed them? “Come on. There is no one else, just you and me. And we are safe.”
You nod, not arguing back. Finally, you sit down, and Leon takes two steps back. “Water?”
“I think there are some in the fridge,” you reply, cleaning your tears. Leon leaves and quickly comes back with two bottles, unbottling them for you. You shake your head, but Leon insists, and you drink in small sips, the cold liquid refreshing your dry throat. When was the last time you had any water? Or took a shower? Or slept?
Finally, you give him space on the couch to sit. Leon doesn’t, and you point your head to your side, and he sits, keeping a safe distance from you. You two say nothing for a while, simply looking at the TV to watch Bart Simpsons on his shenanigans.
“I am sorry.”
“Would you stop that?” Leon sighs back, frustrated.
“No. I am sorry.”
“Fine. I forgive you. Are we good now?”
“No.”
“I knew it wouldn’t be,” Leon replies with a sad smile.
“You could have died, and I didn’t-” Leon says your name, but you continue “-let me finish. I didn’t help. I didn’t move. I did nothing.”
Leon didn’t want to talk about this, knowing it was inevitable. The day he took a bullet for you: not one, but two. Leon noticed before you, his reflexes quicker than yours. It was his responsibility anyway.
You only watched, shocked, as the bullet pierced his leg, then his chest. You didn’t move or flinch; you just froze, your hands closing and opening nervously as Leon fell right in front of you. You had been fortunate that the backup team had arrived on the other second, finding in the middle of the swarm of bullets a screaming you protecting Leon with his own body, all training thrown out of the window. You two should have been dead. Life had given you and him another chance, since no other vital organ or vein of Leon had been damaged.
You don’t remember much after except asking for your resignation that same day and getting a “No” as an answer. So you decided to get on sick leave until some higher-up got tired and fired you.
“I did nothing.” Leon tries to interrupt you again, but you continue, “You could have died, and I did nothing.”
“It wouldn’t be your fault.”
“What? Of course, it would!”
“No, it would not.”
“Can you fucking stop trying to make me feel better?” Your tone is so angry, so vile, that Leon almost flinches.
Death is always in the back of his mind. Every time he is out there, he could die. He is expandable; they all are, but he couldn’t just let you die. You a much smarter version of what he once was during Raccoon City. The same bravery, but not foolish as his. Much sharper. Leon knew why he got paired up with you in the first place, the irony not completely lost in him.
It would have been fine if Leon died that day he protected you, but not okay if you did. Not on his watch. Not now, not ever.
“I can’t help it,” Leon replies, a sad smile on his lips. “I can’t help it, especially when a friend needs my help.”
A friend?
Do not grow attachments. Wasn’t that your first lesson? It had been hard to be paired up with a man who hated it at first, then to learn how to laugh at his silly jokes or admire how far Leon would go for anyone. For anyone, except himself, stupid brave man.
You open your mouth and close it, simply lying against the sofa with your eyes closed.
“So, let me help you?” His voice is warm and inviting.
It would be best if you said no. You should kick this man out of your living room, out of your life, and never go back to that stupid job fighting an endless battle that would end with you dead or someone you cherished dead. You don’t know how Leon does it, but as you open your eyes, his blue eyes look straight at you awaits in hope. Waiting to comfort you, support you to the best of his abilities, and be your friend.
The pain is still there, vivid in your soul and mind, but there is hope. Right there, in that tiny spot you gave Leon S. Kennedy. That’s why you shouldn’t have opened that damn door, you realize, but it is too late. You limit on nodding.
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more m!reader and leon fluff? please?
— catboy - leon s. kennedy
of course!! m.reader x leon is my brand 💪🏾
warnings: m.reader, catboy!leon, leon gives kitty kisses, absolute fluff!!
enjoy ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ !!!
leon finally came home from a mission after months of being away, you were sitting on the couch when you saw him very quickly dash through the door into your shared bedroom. you thought you were seeing shit but when you felt a gust of wind and the smell of his cologne you knew he was actually here, you got up from your comfortable spot on the couch to go into the bedroom. you saw a large clump of blankets on leon’s side of the bed, you tilted your head in confusion and walked over to the jumbled mess of blankets.
you poke once, a small shuffle with a small groan from leon. you poke twice, another groan but still no movement. you let out an exaggerated sigh, “leon, you either come out of the blanket or i rip it off you.” leon let out a small whine, you’ve never heard him whine before. “nyo…it’s-it’s far to embarrassing.”
nyo?
nyo???
did he just say fucking nyo?
you quickly rip the blankets off of leon to be met with the cutest sight in your life, he had cat ears and a tail. his ears went back in embarrassment, he covered his face with his hand and turned away from you. you just stood there, gobsmacked about the sight in front of you. without thinking you placed a gentle hand between his little ears and started petting him, leon stilled in his movement, he felt nice…oh no. did he like being pet!?
“h-hey. keep your hands off the ears mr.” leon said trying to sound tough, but it came out whiney instead. “but they’re so soft leon! and you look adorable as a kitty.” leon let out a pained, exaggerated groan while taking your waist in his arms. his entire face was flushed, his tail was swinging wildly against the bed. you’ve never seen him act like this before usually he’s the one that makes you blush, but now here he is…whining into your chest while his ears went into airplane mode.
“hurry up and lay down with me, i just came back from a mission and didn’t come back to get bullied by a boy who can’t even lift what i can.” he said trying to be big and tough, you just rolled your eyes and hoped into bed with him. he was practically on top of you, instead of kissing you he gave you kitty kisses (small licks) and soft head bumps. he was absolutely smitten by you, he loved your pets on his head, the strokes on his tail, the kisses to his head.
he secretly loved being your kitty, he loved being spoiled like a real cat. he liked being able to lay on your lap like a cat, but most of all he loved you. he loved you for always being there and taking care of him, even if you do bully him sometimes. :((
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Just Business (Mapi Leon x fem!Reader)
Got a fabulous request about a businesswoman reader who is accused of being a golddigger by the team, and I juts kind of ran with it! Fyi the team are pretty mean in the beginning, especially Ingrid, but don't come at me please! I love Ingrid, she's amazingly talented! Anyways, I was so stressed and had a little bit of a writer's block but these requests have been so incredibly helpful, so keep 'em coming! Love you all endlessly<3
Word count; 3.5k
“Five more minutes” I groan into Mapi’s shoulder. She chuckles into my hair, her grip on my waist loosening as she reaches to turn off her alarm. “Sorry mi amor, I have to get ready extra early for the match today, Alexia is stressed and I promised I would do some extra warmups with her today, plus she wants me to come over and watch some film of the other team before we go to the stadium.”
I sigh, sitting up in bed, letting the covers fall down my body. “And there’s nothing I could do to convince you to stay?” I ask shifting slightly towards her.
She smirks, moving to stand over me at the end of the bed. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later. Besides, you have to get ready for work.”
I sigh dramatically, reaching for one of Mapi’s hoodies to pull on. “I run the whole company, they could survive without me for one day.”
“While I’m sure that’s true, my team needs me. Te amo, princesa. I’ll see you at the game.” She kisses me firmly, and I sigh.
“Love you too. I can’t wait for the game! Tell Alexia I say hi!” Mapi nods, smiling, and grabbing her game bag and heading for the front door. I sigh and walk to the kitchen to brew some coffee, before pulling out my laptop to check some work emails before I get ready.
I founded my company, Herstory, when I was nineteen. It soon became one of the largest worldwide media companies, focused on giving voice to powerful women who were often minoritized in favor of their male counterparts. The company had done extremely well and I, as a result, had carved out a fabulous life for myself. However, I refused to let the money take over my life and had tried to live as normally as possible. I didn’t even fully reveal everything to Mapi for the first few months of us knowing each other, and she only put the pieces together after seeing an interview I had done online.
Mapi and I had been dating for the past two years, and they had arguably been the best two years of my life. We had managed to keep our relationship on the down low, only letting our closest friends and family know, which ended up working out absolutely perfectly. Well, almost perfectly. For some reason that I couldn’t seem to fathom, Mapi’s friends and teammates seemed to despise me. I had first met them six months after Mapi and I had begun dating after she invited me to a party the team was having. She was so excited, telling me how much I would love every single one of the girls she considered family and how they couldn’t wait to meet me, her “stunning and brilliant” girlfriend. I had been thrilled that, even though we were choosing to keep the relationship private, Mapi was so happy to introduce me to her friends, and being a little bit of a football fan myself, I couldn’t wait to meet the amazing Barcelona team. I couldn’t have been more wrong. The night had started out okay, and everyone seemed really friendly. I was sitting next to Mapi, with Ingrid on my right and Alexia, Claudia and Patri across from me.
“I’m going to get a drink,” Mapi had announced to the table, before turning to me. “Mi amor, what do you want?”
I pointed to my half empty glass on the table. “A refill would be amazing, thank you baby.” She smiled, grabbing my glass and walking towards the bar. Watching my girlfriend walk away, I had missed the glance Ingrid had shot Patri, but when I turned back everything seemed normal.
“That’s a really cool tattoo!” Alexia said, gesturing to the tattoo on my shoulder blade that had been revealed when I turned to watch Mapi, the open back of my dress showing off the ink that Mapi had done a couple of weeks prior.
“Thank you!” I said. “Mapi did it a couple of weeks ago, she’s so talented I swear! Her work is absolutely stunning.”
This time, I definitely didn’t miss the looks of a few of the girls at the table, but I brushed them off.
“So, what is it exactly you do for work?” Ingrid asked, turning to look at me.
“I actually have my own business!” I said proudly. I can’t help it, I’m constantly in shock of how lucky I’ve been to be able to do what I love. However, the team seemed less than impressed.
“That’s…really interesting,” Claudia said, before whispering something to Alexia next to her. Alexia laughed quietly before, nudging Claudia with her elbow.
“Yeah, that sounds fun.” Patri said, glancing at Ingrid who had a little smirk on her face.
“You must work really hard, you poor thing,” Ingrid said in a sickly sweet voice. “I can’t imagine having to run my own business, especially when it’s so hard to accomplish much when you put in so much effort.”
The girls at the table around me snickered, and I could feel my face grow hot. “Um, actually-” I started, but before I could finish Mapi sat back down beside me. “Here’s your drink, gorgeous.” She said, setting the glass down in front of me. I kissed her cheek in thanks before turning back to the table. I started to say something, but before I could get the words out, Alexia interrupted me, asking Mapi something about their upcoming match. Throughout the night, I kept quiet, leaning into Mapi’s side and trying not to make eye contact with the girls around me. I couldn’t understand what I’d done wrong, but I felt like I was back in high school, hiding from the popular crowd that would always make fun of me. By the time we got back to Mapi’s apartment that night I was on the verge of tears. She took me in her arms, sensing that something was wrong but that I wasn;t ready to talk about it. We stood in her apartment for who knows how long, me crying quietly into her button-up while she just held me. That’s one of my favorite things about Mapi (I could never just pick one). She seems to know what I need without me ever having to say anything. It’s like she can read my mind, and I hers.
Finally releasing me, she gently gripped my waist with one hand and lifted my chin to look her in the eyes. “Want to tell me what’s wrong, bebe?” she asked.
I nodded, wiping the last few tears from my eyes. “I just have this horrible feeling that your friends hate me, and I don’t know why.” I whispered, before lowering my eyes again.
She gently raised my chin again, staring into my eyes with her piercing ones. “I’m sure that’s not true, maybe they were just tired? It’s been a long week, and I don’t think anyone could ever dislike you. You’re the most brilliant, funny, wonderful, kind, smoking hot woman I’ve ever known, and they would be foolish to not see this.”
I smile up at her, my beautiful beautiful girlfriend. Her tough exterior can be misleading, but Mapi is one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life, Maps. I love you.” I tell her, kissing her softly.
“I’m the lucky one,” she assures me. “Now go change, I’ll run us a bath, and then we can watch some TV with Bagheera.” She reaches down to grab the cat that had been threading itself through our legs, kissing his head before placing him on the couch.
I smile, walking towards her bedroom. How did I get so lucky?
I finish getting ready for work, before grabbing my keys and my bag with the clothes I’ll wear to the game. I don’t have time to come home after work, so I had packed everything I needed in my bag the night before. On the way to work, I listen to a playlist Mapi and I had made one Saturday with all our favorites, thinking about the day ahead. Work would be easy enough, I had a couple of meetings with some division leaders within the company, and a longer conference with a few of the women we were working with to get their stories into the world. I love my job, so every day brings me joy, but days like this are my favorite. Days when I get to listen to the stories of some of the most incredible women in the world and help them share their voices. Plus, I get to go see my amazing girlfriend play professional football later, which is a bonus. The only thing I wasn’t looking forward to was interacting with the team, who had continued to be increasingly passive-aggressive towards me. Mapi assured me they were just protective, but it seemed like something much more. However, I had yet to confront anyone about it, instead choosing to focus solely on my girlfriend.
The day passes quickly, and soon enough it’s time to get ready for the match. I change into my Mapi kit, the special one she had made for me that has the date we first met printed on the hem, as well as a number of small hearts hidden among the fabric. Discreet enough that most people wouldn’t notice, but we both knew where they were. I put on the necklace and earrings Mapi had gotten me for my birthday a few weeks before (she had gone all out for the celebration, despite my repeated insistence I didn’t need anything, and I honestly loved her for it), before applying some light makeup and heading to the stadium. I showed my pass at the front desk, and was led to the family and friends section in time to see my girlfriend and her team take the pitch. The game passed in a blur, Barcelona scoring three times in the first half. Coming into the second half, Barcelona hits the ground running, scoring within the first two minutes. This seems to anger the opposing team, and they start to play dirtier. Tackles are flying, and in the chaos Alexia goes for a wide shot, which is ultimately deflected by the opposing goalie. Mapi lines up near the goal for the corner, and once the ball is in motion she times a stunning header perfectly, sending the ball into the back of the net. I jump to my feet, screaming along with the crowd. Mapi blows a kiss in my direction, before being swarmed by her teammates.
The rest of the game passes quickly, Alexia and Patri both scoring before full time is called. When the final whistle blows, I cheer along with the crowd as the team takes a victory lap, stopping to chat with fans along the way. As the people in the stands start to leave, I make my way down towards the pitch. Mapi meets me at the barricade, and helps me onto the pitch. Once next to her, I launch myself into her arms, my legs wrapping around her waist as she hugs me tightly. “Amazing goal, amor” I tell her, as she discreetly kisses my neck before setting me back down.
“It was for you” she assures me, before wrapping her arm around my waist and dragging me towards the rest of the team. I greet her teammates, the women giving me lackluster nods before returning to their own conversations.
“Amazing goal, Alexia!” I tell the brunette next to me. She turns to look at me, giving me a tight smile. “Gracias” she responds, before pointedly turning back to Jenni who was standing on her other side.
“That’s a pretty necklace,” Ingrid said sweetly, gesturing to the one dangling from my neck. “Where did you get it?”
“I got it for her,” Mapi said proudly. “A gem for my gem.” I blushed, curling into her to hide my warm face, laughing slightly at her joke. I however, didn’t miss Ingrid rolling her eyes and looking sharply at Patri.
“Did Mapi get those earrings for you, too?” Patri asked sharply.
“Uh yeah, she did!” I answered, turning to face the woman. “How’d you know?”
She looked at me coldly. “Just a hunch” she said, before muttering something to Jenni who let out a loud laugh. Mapi, oblivious to everything, turned to look at the stands and saw a young girl holding out a sign with mapi’s name on it.
“Aww, babe, look!” she exclaimed, tugging me towards the sign. “Let’s go say hi!”
I pushed everything from my mind and focused on Mapi’s interaction with the young fan. She was so attentive and kind, and watching her with the young girl couldn’t help but make me think of a future with her, and maybe a little kid of our own.
“Hey, hermosa,” Mapi said to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Would you mind grabbing my warmup from the girls over there so I can change into something after I give this chica my kit?”
“Of course not!” I tell her, smiling at the little girl who looked like she was about to pass out at the idea of getting Mapi Leon’s kit. “I’ll be right back!”
I jog over to the team, who is standing huddled in even closer than before. As I approach, I hear Ingrid’s angry voice.
“-and we have to say something! This has gone on for long enough, I can’t watch her stay with that gold digging bitch any longer!”
I freeze. Inching closer to the group, they thankfully don’t seem to see me.
“Come on Ingrid, is she really that bad?” I hear another voice, belonging to Marta. “She seems to make Mapi really happy, and she honestly seems like such a sweet girl. I think you are too harsh on her.”
My blood runs cold. Me? A golddigger? I would laugh if I didn’t feel like bursting into tears.
“I think we know exactly how she’s making Mapi happy” Jenni bites out, and the girls laugh.
“Honestly, I think we need to tell Mapi sooner rather than later, it’ll help her in the long run” Alexia says, and as most of the girls agree, I clear my throat.
It’s almost comical, they way they all turn to face me. Alexia’s face drops, as do the faces of most of the other girls.
I paste on a fake smile. “Have any of you seen Mapi’s warm up jacket?” I ask. “She wants to give her kit to that little girl over there and asked me to come find the jacket for her.”
Wordlessly, Sandra hands me Mapi’s jacket. I mutter a thank you before turning to walk towards my girlfriend. I pause for a moment, then turn back around.
“Just for the record, not that it matters, but just so you all know, I’m most certainly not a golddigger. None of you even know me, not really, but the fact that this is the conclusion that you have jumped to breaks my heart. Especially because it seems to be the reason you've treated me so horribly. If you really cared about Mapi like you say you do, you would have made an effort to get to know her girlfriend instead of jumping to ridiculous accusations and high school mean girl actions.”
Ingrid scoffs. “You are a golddigger!” she shouts. “Mapi is constantly buying things for you, paying for you, and we all know you’re just using her for her money! You’ll drop her the second you get a chance and we are not about to let that happen!”
Looking at Ingrid and the team standing around her, I break. The tears start to fall, slowly at first, then all at once, and I run off of the pitch. I run off so quickly that I don’t see Mapi, who had finished with the fan and found another hoodie to wear, walking up beside the team. Ingrid had been yelling so loudly she had heard the entire speech, and she was now standing beside the team, anger taking over every feature on her face.
“What the hell did you just say to my girlfriend?” she shouts at Ingrid, the taller girl spinning to face her.
“All of you! What is wrong with you? She is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you have all been treating her horribly!”
“We are only trying to look out for you,” Alexia says, approaching Mapi. “We don’t want you to get used or for your heart to get broken.”
Mapi backs away from Alexia. “She makes more money than I do!” she shouts. “Her business is huge! And if any of you had taken the time to get to know her, you would know that.”
One by one, the faces of everyone on the team fall. “What?” Patri asks, hoarsely.
“I can’t believe all of you. You may have just ruined the best thing in my life. I hope you’re all proud of yourselves.” Mapi says, a tear falling.
Alexia looks at her friend, then back at her team. Instantly, she knows they have to go into damage control mode. If Mapi was crying, they had really fucked up. Mapi never cried, especially not around them.
Alexia gently approached Mapi, putting her arms around the shorter girl’s shoulders. “How can we make this right?” she asked.
Back at my apartment, I changed into an old shirt of Mapi’s and a pair of shorts before grabbing a tub of ice cream and sitting down on the couch, where I planned to spend the rest of the night watching television and crying. However, my wallowing was cut short. After only two episodes of Friends, there was a knock at my door. Assuming it was Mapi, I stayed where I was. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, but most of all I didn’t want to get up. I figured Mapi would unlock the door in a minute with her key, so I stayed where I was. There was another knock, before the door opened. I sighed, pausing the television, but not turning around.
“Mapi, I’m really not in the mood to talk right now.”
“It’s, um, not Mapi.” a voice said. I turned around in shock, and saw Alexia standing by the door, the rest of the team visible behind her. I stood up, walking towards the team.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked. “And how did you even get in?”
“Mapi gave us her key,” Ingrid spoke up. “She’s on her way, but she wanted to give us a chance to apologize before she got here.”
“We can leave though, if you want?” Alexia said. “We just really wanted to tell you how sorry we are. We never meant for things to end up like this, we just got carried away in trying to protect our friend. But instead, you got hurt, and we don’t know what we can do to make it up to you.”
My eyes move over the rest of the team, and I’m shocked to find tears on Claudia’s face. Patri looks just as miserable, and Marta looks furious with her team, as does Sandra.
“I, I don’t really know what to say.” I stammer out.
“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to,” Ingrid assures me. “But we brought food and games, we thought maybe we could have a game night, or maybe a movie night?”
I sigh slightly, before smiling a little. “That sounds really nice,” I say. “Come on in!”
I can hear the sigh of relief breathed from practically everyone, and they make their way into my apartment. Alexia, Marta, Jenni and Sandra carry a number of bags and follow me to the kitchen where they start pulling out containers and boxes of food to set up. The others start setting up games in the living room, and someone obviously brought a speaker because music starts playing. I smile, looking around my house, and almost miss the knocking coming from the front door. I open it to see Mapi, holding a bouquet and looking adorable in a pajama onesie I had gotten her as a joke (I have a matching one in my closet). She peers into the apartment, and, seeing the girls behind me, breathes a huge sigh of relief. I pull her into a tight hug, and she kisses me softly.
“I’m so, sorry sorry bebe,” she says into my hair, pulling me even tighter into her embrace. “I had no idea what was going on, but I’m so happy we sorted everything out and I can spend the night with my favorite girls.”
I grin, and, grabbing her larger hand in mine, drag her into the house.
The night is amazing, and, as Alexia assures me, the first of many. She pulls me aside later to apologize, as do Ingrid, Patri, Claudia and Jenni. It may have been a rocky start, but I can tell that these amazing women will turn out to be some of my closest friends in the world, and they prove themselves time and time again in the years to come, how much they have changed and how much they love Mapi and I.
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Will You, Mi Amor? - Mapi Leon
Italics = Spanish
Prompt 90 - “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people will you do it?”
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This was one of the biggest games of your career, the Semi Final of the Champions League verses Wolfsburg.
You had expected it to be one of the toughest matches you’ve played in for Barca but it was far from it. Aitana scored within 3 minutes of the match starting which seemed to just open the flood gates because 7 minutes later Caro scored, then Jenni at 33’ which you assisted and just to top it off Alexia scored 7 minutes before half time.
As you walked back on the pitch from the changing room Mapi put her arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek. “You just need to get a goal now amor!” Mapi chuckled as you rested your head against her shoulder as the both of you got back into position on the pitch.
“I’ll try bubs.” You say giving her a quick hug before taking your place beside Alexia who gives you fist bump before smiling at you.
The game starts back up and you manage to get ahead of the defenders with the ball and you go to shoot when you get inside the penalty box. One of the Wolfsburg defenders goes in for a slide tackle completely missing the ball and takes you off your feet.
The ref blows the whistle and signals for a penalty in favour of Barca. Alexia comes over to you to make sure you are alright after that dirty tackle. “You take the pen speedy.” Alexia says patting your shoulder and gives you the ball to take the pen.
You take the ball and place it on the penalty spot, the ref blows the whistle again, you take a few steps back and take a deep breath before running up to the ball and slotting it in the top left corner.
As soon as the ball went in you were swarmed by your Barca teammates screaming in your ear in celebration.
The game ends a few minutes later and all you can hear is the fans singing Un Dia de Partit.
Mapi comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist then rests her chin on your shoulder. “We're through to the finals babyyy!” Mapi says excitedly as you rest your hands on top of hers.
“Are we celebrating by ourselves tonight amor?” You say with a smirk as Mapi blushes at your question before nodding yes.
“Baby if I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people will you do it?” Mapi whispers in your ear making your eyes go wide and turn around in her arms quickly.
“Of course amor.” You say placing a hand on her cheek before leaning in and kissing her softly, you feel her smiling into the kiss causing you to also smile and pull away, resting your forehead on Mapi’s.
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pls consider my request, Leon x short reader 🤏🏼
I ❤️ your writing btw, xoxo
Hi, thank you for the request- I will try my best to fulfill it soon! Hope you enjoy when it's done. 😊
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⦑ spoiled girl ⦒✶.*
requested by anonymous
pairing(s): leon kennedy x f!reader
synopsis: after the lost of your non-biological father, you find a way to come to terms with your grief with your stepbrother in the most unexpected ways.
content: smut 18+ only mdni, stepcest, leon & reader are adopted, hurt/comfort, found family(?), grief smut, family member death, unprotected p in v, mating press, oral (f! receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, mentions of death, childhood trauma
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That man was never Leon’s blood father, but he was as close to one could be. Both just as stubborn, protective. Apprehensive at first, Leon found new comfort in calling this man ‘dad’, a word so foreign it spat off his tongue when he uttered it for the first time in sixteen years.
Leon first met you on the summer of ’95. You were antsy, untrusting, straight out of the orphanage. He recognised the signs - how your fingers tap restlessly against your thigh, eyes averted - you reminded him of his younger self. He didn't care if you two weren't bound by blood, instead, took it upon him to care for you like a real sibling he never had.
Sometimes, feeling beyond that with the wildfire looks exchanged through the hallways of your shared living quarters. Granted, none of those emotions will survive to daylight.
That is until your father passed away in a car accident five years later, he drew breath to his final words – “Take care of your sister, son.” Which will grow to be the latest memory Leon will remember of him.
Screeches echo the entrance as Leon opens the front door, embraced by a gust of cool air, chilling to the spine, into the hallway of darkness. You expect to hear the usual rattle of cookware and a distant hum of Billy Joel, but only the mutters of toneless eulogies ring in your head.
“I’m going to my room.” You murmur. Leon doesn’t say anything as you surrender yourself to the hollow in your room.
The door shuts behind you, piercing through the silence that once filled with countless occurrences of laughter and jest. Leon observes the sofa in the living space, one that he often finds his dad sitting on to watch a game. He picks up the throw, relieved to smell lingers of his dad's scent on them.
Maybe you'll appreciate it. He picks it up, folding the corners neatly together, as if the gesture alone can preserve the scent within. He grabs a box of tissues too, you’ll probably need it.
“Hey.” Leon knocks on your door.
“Go away.” You sniffle.
“I’ve brought you something.” You didn’t say anything, which is a signal, as he had learnt through the years, for him to come in.
Leon finds your figure sitting at the edge of the bed, a photograph of the three of them burying into your face, the tears dripping along the metallic frame onto your black pencil skirt, one you haven’t worn since your first job interview.
“How are you doing?” Leon positions himself right next to you, one hand extending the tissue box slightly to you.
You appreciate the gesture, instantly snatching a few strips to wipe the tears on your face and blow your nose deeply into the tissue.
“I… I already miss him, Leon.” You choke through the words, feeling another sting in your eye. The throw is draped in front of you, and you can't stop remembering how much your father means to you.
Leon almost didn’t know what to say. “Me too.”
“I don't want to be alone again.” Another sniffle threaten to escape.
“You won't. You still have me.” In an effort to comfort you, he slides his hand on your back, rubbing small circles at your centre.
Your hands fly underneath his arms, tears drenching over his tailored black suit, one that snugs around his figure. Leon hasn’t cried once ever since the orphanage, but today, he almost did. He runs his hand into weaves of your hair, massaging your scalp slightly as he pulls you closer into his embrace.
A sigh left your throat, almost a bit content. Pleasured. Leon catches your breath on his shirt, and his breath hitches ever so slightly. Leon parts with your embrace just a tad, just enough until your eyes meet. The smell of your childhood bedroom runs into his nose like juicy steak dangling right in front of his lion’s claw – he was so close to have it all.
“I’m sorry…” Leon cups your face, tilting his closer to you.
He runs his lips to yours, breaking the spell that has been keeping him away this entire time. Your lips twitch in resistance for a brief second, before losing control into the softness of his lips. Gently, he pushes you down till your frame meets the soft mattress as he plants his palms on each side of your face.
“We don’t have to do this…” His lids are hooded, cautious words contradicting the burning desire hiding behind the hardness pressing onto you. Leon tries to pull away from you out of conscience, but it has become impossible looking at how obedient you are underneath him.
“I can't say I don't want this...” Your hands come up to feel the mole next to his adam's apple. “You've always been more than just a brother to me.”
Leon kisses you on the forehead, this time with endearment. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”
You nod, stifling a chuckle between your covered mouth. The kisses grow hungrier, more erratic. His hands start running down the zip on your skirt, pulling it down just slightly. Leon's fingers slither into your underwear, grazing lightly against the tiny bud that pulses slightly upon touch. A moan gasps at the back of your throat as he circles it gently, feeling you throb through your clit. Your thighs jolt together for a second, then relaxes, widening your stance for easier access. Leon runs a hand along your slit, collecting the juices onto the pad of his finger, bringing it up to his lips for a taste of that nectar.
“God, I didn’t know my sister is so spoiled.” He whistles, pulling your legs up his shoulders, basking in the wetness between your thighs.
Leon preps his cleaned fingers for another entry. With a skilled movement, he presses his thumb against your clit, index finger teasing at your entrance as he feels around your folds.
Your breath hitches at the impact, composure falling apart and melting into a puddle of your own pleasure. Leon parts his lips and land them right in front of your bud, exchanging places with his fingers. He breathes onto it lightly, triggering a tickle sensation that lets out a giggle in you before he takes in all of it in his mouth. Suckling on them. His fingers resume, moving in between your folds, thrusting his digits into you.
Your moans turn into a strangled pant, crying his name out loud, chasing the high that he instils into you. Leon watches you through the whole thing. When he sees your movement starts uncontrollable twitch, he releases your bub with a wet pop.
He moves his face lower, putting his tongue inside of you, thrusting and licking your sweet juices until you almost unravel on his tongue. Before he suddenly takes his tongue off you, his finger still pressing firmly in your pulsing clit. You whined out, clenching to nothing.
“L-Leon… Let me c-come…”
“Wait for me, baby. I want us to come together.” He kisses your inner thigh to as if to apologise before Leon removes his shirt revealing his chiselled body. He gets his pants undone and let it fall onto his knees. He wrings out of them awkwardly, tossing to the side of the bed.
You see his cock for the first time, looming in front of you. The crest of his cock slightly bulged in pink, tip drooling to enter you.
“Be a good girl for me and lift your legs up for me, won't you?” Leon curls his hand around his cock, fisting it a few times. You can't take your eyes off him as you lift your bottom upwards. He nods in gratitude as he hooks your knees across his shoulders, pressing you down so slightly until your knees almost touch your jaw.
You squirm involuntarily, a light gasp left your mouth as he lines himself up against you. You buck your hips closer, getting impatient. His breath turns heavy before thrusting himself into you.
You use this opportunity to lock his waist with your ankles, securing him just enough for his movements to become strained. The curse that left Leon’s mouth was almost carnal. He buries himself into you, elbows losing balance for a second and falls onto the mattress before he picks himself back up. Your thighs start to quiver under him, a welling of emotions chasing the high of your euphoria. His dick twitches, groans turning into desperate whimpers. He pulls himself out of you, shooting strings of white onto your sheets as he pants in relief.
“Where did you learn how to do all that?” Leon rolls right next to you, asking with a heaved breath.
“You know I’m already twenty-four, right?” You chuckle. “I’ve had some experience.”
“You’re already twenty-four?” He releases a heavy breath, mentally counting the years. “I would’ve graduated high school seven years ago… Man, I'm getting old.”
“Shut up, you’re just a year older than me.” You run your fingers to the soft of his waist, tickling him in the spot you know he’s sensitive to.
Leon guards his sides defensively, hands held in yours to stop you. You chuckle at his reaction, but he holds your hand firmly this time. His eyelids hood the cerulean of his eyes, gaze fixed upon you like wildfire meets turbulent waves.
“I’ll take care of you. Whatever it takes. Always.”
Leon’s hand grip onto yours, a bit firmer. You let a grin tug your cheek, and lunge to hug him.
He intends to keep every bit of this promise.
i've never thought ab stepcest in this way, until this kind anon asked me to write this. ngl i wasn't sure how to approach this at first - but i think i did my best? ik stepcest can be kinda controversial, i just enjoy writing angst in all forms lol
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Meeting again. Alexia x reader part 3.
Reader is confronted by her friends.
Saying that tension was in the air would be an understatement. After the hellos, hugs and kisses the whole team went back to the changing room and took Leila with them. So there I was standing in front of Alexia, mapi, ingrid, parti, claudia, and aitana.
The silence was loud and their glares were unforgiving. All i thought to myself was that i didn't belong in barca anymore, i was cursing myself for ever choosing to leave city before Ingrid said “ We cant talk about this here how about we go to a restaurant and have a proper conversation.”
The rest of the girls seemed to agree with her, then Parti jumped and said “ okay then we will meet at our usual spot in about an hour, you still remembered no ?” she asked me with a sarcastic tone.
Confused, I only nodded and waited for them to all get inside before I breathed again. This encounter was harsh but I had a feeling it wasnt gonna get any easier.
After an hour I found myself at a table in my favorite restaurant with feelings I buried three years ago. All the anger, shame, and sadness came back with it. I waited a little before they all came together except alexia who was running late.
“ So how do you want to start this? Maybe with an apology for what you have done.” started Patri as soon as she sat down, which earned her a jab from Claudia who told her to be nicer.
“ i don't know what had gotten into you these past three years Patri but i don't this i have anything to apologies about.'' I replied with a defensive tone.
“ yes you do carino. You let us, no goodby no nothing we had to learn the news from instagram like everybody but we are not everybody we are your family and we felt hurt. Plus you didn't talk to us for 3 years. You denied every try at contacting you. You abandoned us you……” said mapi softly so as to not sound angry because she wasn't. They all went angry; they were just hurt.
“ Look, we don't have to do this. I came here to do my job and play good fucking football. I did this for my career not to rip my insides out again.'' I replied, trying to hold back my tears.
“ Darling, we are not trying to hurt you, we are trying to understand you. We are just curious why our best friend left us. ” explained ingrid with a concerned look on her face.
“ there is nothing to understand that your bestfriend is dead. She died three years ago. I have been a walking corpse since I left. I don't feel anything i am numb to everything.'' I managed to get out before a few tears left my eyes.
I then got up and went out. I was overwhelmed and all the feeling came back rushing. Which led me to hyperventilate. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back.
“ I am sorry about our reaction. We didn't know this would happen. We acted out of love for you. We missed you. We just are so very sorry just come back inside.” said aitana before pulling me into a hug.
I then started crying, all the tears i have been holding back decided to go out all at once.
“ i love her tan, i still do, i abandoned her, i gave up on her i didn't fight for her.'' I said while crying into tana’s shoulder.
“ I know darling, I know. She loves you too. She has been suffering without you we all have. Now just come back inside please.” she added running her hand through my back.
“ i dont think it's a good idea, I just want to go home now.” I said after we separated.
“ okay. Call me when you are ready to talk, okay.” she added before going back in.
When I got home Leila was already there. So as soon as I saw her on the couch I went straight to her and laid on her chest.
“ How did it go?” she said, running her hand through my hair.
“ fucking horrible.” I answered.
“ Do you want some ice cream?” she asked. “ I will get you some ice cream.” she answered herself after looking at me.
When Leila was gone the doorbell rang so i went to answer it.
And there she was in front of me, beautiful as ever. “ I know you want space but we need to talk.” she said and I ushered her in.
“ I miss you and I want you back.” she started after sitting on the couch. “ I know I was shitty to you, you didn't deserve what I put you through. I changed carino. You motivate me to get my priorities straight. You are my number 1 priority. You matter more than football more than le and more than life itself. Please give me a chance again. Please mi amor.”
Her words left me speechless. I was too tired to start over. I just want to be comforted and loved.
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I can't sleep, so sleepy thoughts in coming! So I was like thinking what if Bunny met Ada? Like say if she falls in love with Leon and one day he's away and Ada shows up at the door, (I still think he'd still love Ada a small bit) and Ada is telling her so many times that makes Bunny question her relationship with Leon and he gets back and hears everything
Aww man, you really had to hit me with this one didn't you Anon. lol Since you said Bunny reader, I'm assuming we're talking about Yandere!Leon from my Guardian Angel Fic (if not throw another ask my way and I'll do one for regular Leon.)
🖤 By this point, I'd like to assume Leon's plan had come full circle. His little Bunny loves him, trusts him, doesn't question him, etc. Things have been going good for a while (as good as they can when you're trapped with a delulu psycho lol)
🖤 When Ada shows up, I think at first Bunny would be untrusting, especially since this would be the first person besides Leon she's been around in a long time.
🖤 That being said, Ada would probably talk a lot about Leon, personal things she knows, etc. and it would be enough to convince her that Ada is the real deal.
🖤 After all the trauma she's gone through up until now, I think Bunny would be devastated, heartbroken. She'd finally given in to trusting Leon and their new life together -- and now she was thinking about all the things he did when he wasn't home. Was he really working? Was he meeting Ada? Were there other women too? It would make her feel so lonely now and foolish for having given up the fight to escape. 'Maybe he's really in love with her, but I'm just a pet to keep him busy.'
🖤 When Leon found out, his feelings would be complicated. I like to think that Ada was definitely one of the factors behind his now obsessive behavior - the fear of losing someone, wanting to protect and remain in control.
🖤 That being said, she's always been a part of his history he couldn't let go. He never went after her though because she's not an object to him, but someone who's close to equal ground. But he really can't let his Bunny go.
🖤 Ultimately, I think his need to keep his Bunny would outweigh the feelings he had for Ada, especially since he knows Ada would run off again, but Bunny needed him and was already there.
🖤 His heart would shatter seeing Bunny in tears, untrusting of him all over again because of Ada, and honestly, depending on his state of mind, he might finally decide to remove Ada from his life permanently. For someone like Leon, it's far easier to just ignore bad feelings or guilt instead of dealing with them. Out of sight, out of mind literally for anything that wasn't his obsession - not to mention Ada knew his little secret.
🖤 Regardless of how that situation ends - he'd crank the love-bombing up to max. He'd be reminding Bunny every day how much he loves her, how Ada lied to her out of jealousy. Might even give some actual explanations about his job and history. Gifts and physical affection galore. Lots of intimate sex too. Really anything he can think of to help make sure she understands.
🖤 Due to the unhealthy relationship dynamics, I don't know if Bunny would recover any time soon maybe not at all - especially since she still can't leave the property. Any time he went back to work or had to leave for supplies, she'd be very unhappy.
🖤There'd definitely be a shift in the relationship now that Bunny was extra insecure and jealous. This would manifest in mood swings between not wanting his affection at all to needing it, touching him at all times, begging him not to leave, etc.
🖤 Leon's punishments wouldn't have the same effect anymore either as likely Bunny would be apathetic to those kinds of things, especially if she felt there was no longer a point to trying to earn his affection.
🖤 If Leon couldn't love-bomb her enough to fix things, then he'd definitely resort back to gaslighting or finding a chemical at work to help Bunny forget or be more suggestible.
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hi, may I request a Leon with fem reader where he’s spending his free time with her going on coffee dates and going on bookstores possibly with re4 Leon? 🤗 thank you.
꒰ 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘺𝘺!! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢!🤍 ˑ༄ ꒱
❝𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦❞ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴.
❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦4 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.
❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯.
✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄
Leon Kennedy had always been a man of action, but today was different.
Today he was busy planning and surprises, he had been thinking about this day for weeks and it filled him with excitement that he couldn't hide.
You talked about a cozy little cafe down the street that you always wanted to visit, and about some books that you really wanted to buy, Leon remembered these conversations well, and today was the day when he would make your desires come true.
The day was gray and drizzly, raindrops running down the window panes in a rhythmic melody.
He never thought he would be so passionate about planning surprises for someone, but for you, his precious girl, he was more than willing to go the extra mile.
As you walked hand in hand through the wet, noisy streets of a quaint european city, the smell of rain soaked cobblestones filling the air, Leon felt his heart fill with love for you.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Leon turned sharply from the main street and led you to a cozy cafe that you had talked about once.
You blinked in surprise as he opened the door for you, letting you in, a soft chime announcing your arrival and you were enveloped in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries.
You turned to him, your eyes wide with curiosity — «Leon, on what occasion?» you asked.
He smiled warmly and gently kissed the tip of your nose — «No occasion» he answered softly — «Just wanted to make you happy»
Your heart swelled at his words as he led you to a table by the window, you settled into comfortable chairs and soon the kind waiter brought out a menu filled with delectable desserts and drinks.
As you both enjoyed the chocolate cakes and drinks, you couldn't resist trying to feed Leon a piece of your cake, but he playfully pulled away, making a grimace that made you giggle.
— «Come on, Leon, it's delicious» you teased, holding a spoon of cake in front of him.
He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously — «I don't know about that» he said, feigning doubt, like a child who has just tried something unfamiliar.
You rolled your eyes in mock irritation — «Fine, more for me then»
He chuckled and softened, sharing your indulgence, it was moments like this where you both could be yourself that made your relationship so special.
After you both had enjoyed every bite, Leon motioned for the receipt and paid for the meal.
Walking back out into the rain soaked streets, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in your heart, knowing how much effort he put into this surprise.
But the surprises are not over yet.
Leon led you to a charming bookstore nearby, your eyes lighting up as you saw the familiar shelves of books lining the walls.
You turned to him, your gratitude shining in your eyes — «Leon, how do you remember about this place? I mentioned it once in passing»
He smiled and kissed your cheek — «I remember the things that are important to you» he simply said.
You felt your heart fill with love for him as you began browsing the shelves.
Your fingers slid along the spines of the books that you really wanted to read, and suddenly you came across a children's book about the gray wolf and Little Red Riding Hood.
You couldn't help but laugh at the similarities between the characters and your own relationships — «Hey, look at this» you said, holding the book — «That wolf reminds me of you, and i think that makes me Little Red Riding Hood»
Leon laughed, his deep, rich laugh filling the air — «So, I'm a wolf, right? I don't know if i like this comparison»
You grinned slyly — «Well, you're a bit of a wolf when it comes to protecting me» you teased.
Leon laughed heartily, shaking his head — «Well, in that case, i'd better be careful not to devour you»
Your heart skipped a beat at his playful remark and you placed the book back on the shelf with a sly grin.
But as you continued to browse the shelves, you finally found the book you were looking for, a novel that had been on your wish list for a long time, you happily picked it up and hugged it to your chest.
Leon noticed your excitement and approached you, his eyes full of love — «Did you find what you were looking for?»
You nodded enthusiastically, your heart filled with gratitude — «Yes, Leon, thank you for remembering»
He carefully took the book from your hands and put it under his arm — «Now go and choose something else that interests you, i'll be at the checkout» he said, giving you a soft, reassuring smile.
As you walked through the bookstore, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and love for Leon.
He was the perfect guy, always attentive to your needs and desires, always willing to do whatever it took to make you happy.
Finally, you picked out a few more books that caught your eye and with your arms full of literature, you headed to the checkout counter while Leon waited for you there, holding the book you wanted so badly.
When you approached him, he handed you the treasured novel, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly — «Leon, you're the best» you whispered in his ear.
He pulled you close, his arms wrapped securely around you — «Just because i have the best girlfriend» he replied, his voice full of warmth and affection.
You melted into his arms, feeling completely happy in his arms, there was no one in the world you would rather be with than Leon.
The moment the rain continued to pour outside, you knew that you both were exactly where you were meant to be — enveloped in each other's love, with hearts full of joy and a future filled with endless possibilities.
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