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viperrot · 11 months

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I also have a small request if possible. I'm thinking of something with old Leon x single mother reader. Leon is moving to a new neighborhood for a while and his neighbor is reader. I was thinking that the reader's daughter (possibly 2-3 years old) would see him once and be crazy about him, screaming all day that she wants to touch his hair 🤭🤭. And Leon being... well, Leon doesn't know how to react, but he starts to like the little one and little by little falls in love with the reader. I was thinking damnation Leon (he deserves so much love ugh😔🤭). Further, I'll leave it up to you to develop the story as you want. Kissss 😘😘😘😘

P.S. I love your stories❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

⇁apple pie | leon kennedy

Post RE4 leon s. kennedy x single-mother!reader

there's a new person living in the house next door, and your daughter is incredibly excited to make a new friend. so, what better way to welcome him than with a pie?

content includes: strangers to friends (to lovers)?, leon trying to be normal and failing, who let this guy talk to women?, reader checks out leon oops!, reader is described as feminine-dressed, reader is called momma, reader and baby is implied to be of asian background oops sorry i am asian so this just happened very naturally and i am a slave to my brain + too lazy to change it

not proofread i am sleepy

2497 words

song rec: "love me" by elvis presley

this is written with Vendetta, Damnation, and ID! leon in mind. i recently hung out with my little niece, who is named mei, so i just decided to name the little one mei as well! hope you enjoy, anon ^w^

"Momma, momma!" you hear your little one yelp from the front yard. You look up from your dishes, confused and fearful that your precious daughter had injured herself. Peeping out the window right above your sink, you immediately spot your tiny child pointing to her right with a sparkling eyes, her chubby little fingers extending as far as they could. You cock your head questioningly as you walk towards the wide-open front door to check what she was trying to show you, your hands patting against the fabric of your dress as you stepped out onto your wrap-around porch.

Hiding behind the vines of your overhead plants, you squint between the leaves to try and get a look of what your daughter, Mei, was trying to show you. Slowly, you make out what seems to be a man fumbling with his keys. His cocoa coloured hair swayed as his clumsily handled his keys in front of his door, his jaw tightening as he grew increasingly frustrated with himself. You watch him curiously, unknowing of your little one stumbling across the yard and onto the porch the stranger stood at.

"W-what the-" you hear the man stutter, dropping his keys as he frantically looks down at his feet. You can feel the corners of your eyes crinkle as you try to get a better look from the vines of your precious plants, and you realize that Mei had found herself tugging at the man's pants. You gasp and trip your way over to the front of his house, shoeless with your apron practically falling off.

"Mei-Mei, you can't just run after strangers!" You grow embarrassed the closer you get to them. You stood just in front of the porch when you finally get a good look of the man.

Your cherub of a daughter is basically climbing the poor man at this point, jumping up and down at his feet as she bumbles out her baby-gibberish—things like "Hair! Hair!" and "Do you like pie? Hey, mister! Pie?" coming out in one long string of rambling. Quickly, you go up the small set of steps and pick up Mei by the waist, tucking her into yourself as you sheepishly apologize to the stranger.

"I-I am so so so so sorry, sir, I didn't realize she was so excited to see you," you stammer out, trying to contain the little babe that was trying to climb out of your arms.

The man in front of you is gorgeous, standing at six-feet-two with those heavy boots of his. His dark brown hair framed his face to accentuate the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones, the deep blue of eyes piercing through your body as if you were simply a window. He stood tall and stiff, chest slightly puffed out in his black leather jacket and white t-shirt combo. The denim jeans he wore did nothing to hide his legs, the bulge of his thighs almost giving you whiplash. His eyes lock onto yours, his plump lips slightly parted.

“It’s alright,” he grunts. “She’s just a kid,” the man nods at the cooing cherub in your arms, who was craning her body backwards with her arms stretched out in attempt to touch his hair.

“S-still, I should have been watching her. Sh-she isn’t normally so… uh…”

“Excited? It’s alright, ma’am,” he lets out a soft chuckle, his head shaking side-to-side. You feel a blush begin to dust over your cheeks, and begin to to step backward.

“Y-yeah, excited. Anyways,” you clear your throat. “I’m still sorry. I-if you need anything, I’m right next door!” You bow slightly before booking it back to your home, bare feet treading against the lawn connecting the houses together. You feel a bit guilty for not introducing yourself to him, but you were so embarrassed by Mei, you couldn’t help but run away.

“Momma, go back! Back!” Mei began to cry, her lip quivering as she looked over your shoulder. Her little arms reached for the stranger, who was watching from his porch.

The door shut behind you, and your daughter let the tears flow. Distraught, you set your little one down on the couch just a few steps away from the door and dragged your thumbs across the apples of her cheeks, asking her softly about what was wrong. Mei hiccuped and sniffled, snot smearing across her tiny lips as she cried.

“What’s wrong, Mei-Mei?” You frown, bringing your apron up to her flat little nose to wipe away the boogers. She trembles as you comfort her.

“I-I wanna touch his hair,” she sniffles, her tiny palms rubbing against her cheeks to wipe the tears. “Can we p-please see him again, Momma,” Mei’s frown deepens, and you feel your heart break at the sight.

“Mei-Mei, he’s a stranger. We can’t talk to strangers—especially not ones who don’t seem to want to talk to us,” you explain to the child. Tears continue to fall.

“B-but, Momma-“

“Mei-Mei,” you sigh tiredly, unable to resist your sweet daughter. “How about this—if you help me make it, we can bake a pie for the mister tomorrow and maybe we can see him again, okay?” Your daughter visibly perks up at this, the waterworks ceasing as she looks up at you with her sparkling eyes.

“Really!? Do you promise, Momma!?” She gasps, her chubby hands squeezing her cheeks with excitement. You nod at her with a gentle smile, and she jumps out of her spot on the couch, flailing around the living room like a wound-up puppy.

Mei wouldn’t stop talking about the man for the rest of the night.

"This one! Oh, oh, no, I meant... this one!"

"Sweetheart, these are too red. We need green ones."

"But... these are green, Momma?"

"Oh dear..." you sigh heavily, taking the Fuji apple out of Mei's hands and setting it in your cart. "Stay close to me okay, Mei-Mei?" You tug at the little cowlick on top of her head softly, making sure she understood to not run off. She let's out a little noise of understanding and keeps a tight fist on the end of your dress, trailing behind you as you searched for the greenest apples you could find.

The drive home from the grocery store was filled with questions you didn't know how to answer. Things like...

"Do you think the mister likes My Little Pony?"

"I wonder if mister has any pets. He looks like he has a chihuahua!"

"If mister had a cutie mark, what do you think it'd be, Momma?"

And other weird things a child would ask. You tried your best to answer each question, but everything just leaded to another awfully confusing query. As you pulled the car into the driveway, you notice the sexy motorbike in the new neighbour's own, the black finish shining beneath the morning sun. You get out of the car, helping Mei right after before grabbing the groceries from the trunk of your two-thousand-five Honda Accord.

You unlock the door of your sweet little home, pushing it wide open with a bump of your hip. Mei skips inside, a small toy of Fluttershy in her hand and a plastic bag containing her "element of harmony" (a single red delicious apple, which is apparently the "honesty" element, or something along that line) in the other. The door clicks shut behind you two, and you trip into the kitchen after you kick off your shoes. Setting the bags down on the counter, you sort out the groceries before calling for your little one.

"Mei-Mei! It's time to start baking, sweetie," you hear her clumsy feet tip-tap against the hardwood and smile brightly when her head peeps into the kitchen. Her honesty apple was clutched tight in her hands as she walked up to you giddily, excited to get to work. You pick her up and set her on top of the clear section of the counter.

You trust Mei with measuring the dry ingredients, with some supervision of course. Together, you make the pie crust and allow it to chill in the fridge as you make the filling. Mei is in the living room at this point, eyes glued to the television as she embarks on a friendship adventure with her pony friends.

Silently humming a nameless tune to yourself, you peel and core the small Granny Smith apples, dicing them into little cubes before setting them in a brown-sugar mixture. By noon, you had shaped the pies into the shape everyone knows them to be—apple shaped apple pies!

The delicate little balls were placed on the baking tray carefully, not wanting to ruin the perfect shape. You brushed the tops with an egg-yolk-and-water mixture before putting the cute pies into the oven, setting a timer for 15 minutes. Proud of yourself for cleaning up the generous mess in your beloved kitchen, you open up the window above the sink to let the air in.

While you lounged on the couch with your beloved little dumpling, you're unknowing to the man next door, tinkering away beneath his ebony Dodge Coronet 440. The scent of the sweet apple pie wafted to his nose, making him stop his repairs on his old model. Shaking his head, he tries to ignore the temptation to knock on his pretty neighbour's front door and ask for a slice.

The heat from the oven tickled your face as you carefully pulled the baking sheet out of the contraption, setting it down on the kitchen counter that was covered with a washcloth to avoid damaging the countertop. Mei watched you with a square-shaped tupperware in her chubby hands, eager to get the pie to the stranger next door.

You slide the oven-mittens off your hands and proudly look at your apple-apple-pies. Turning your attention to Mei, you pick her up so she can look too.

"Aren't they pretty, puddin'?" You coo. "You made these!" Mei claps her hands together happily, tupperware long forgotten with stars in her eyes as she beams at the sight of the apple-apple-pies.

"Can we take it to mister now?" the babe pratically vibrates in your grip with excitement. You nod at her and set her down on the floor, deciding to fish out a new tupperware box from one of your cabinets. When you find one of the proper size, you pack up one of the pies before you usher Mei out of the door after putting on your shoes, handing the container to her to carry.

Walking across the lawn, Mei immediately notices the open garage and makes a beeline towards the mass of legs beneath a black vintage car.

"Mister!! Mister!!!!" she practically yells, stomping over to the man beneath the car.

You can't help but admire the sight of the stranger. His thighs were practically ripping the denim of his jeans how tight they were on him, his white tank-top creeping up his stomach to reveal a small patch of hair just below his belly-button. With a grunt, he slides out from beneath the Dodge model, grease staining his entire upper body.

"Hey...?" He looks up at his from his spot on the ground, rubbing the stubble on his chin confused as he sits straight on the concrete.

"H-hi," you wave awkwardly, standing a safe distance away from him with Mei. You crouch down to your daughters level. "My daughter helped me make a pie for you as a little welcome gift. Go on, sweetheart," you pat her back softly, urging her to walk up to the newcomer. Like an excited puppy, Mei marches over to the handsome man, presenting the tupperware to him like a trophy.

"My momma put lotsa love into this, so you better like it, mister!" she demands, and the man chuckles softly at the order.

"I definitely will, kiddo. Apple pie's my favourite," he smiles gently before setting his sights on you. His blue eyes were illuminated perfectly by the sun as he looked over to you. "Thank you. My name's Leon, by the way. Uh, Leon Kennedy," he nods over at you as he takes the container from Mei's hands.

"O-oh, right! We didn't really introduce ourselves yesterday," you blush, fiddling with the hem of your blouse. You quickly introduce yourself and your daughter, stuttering all the while. It had been quite a long time since you had spoken to a man.

"Nice to meet you," Leon lets out a low laugh as he looks down at the pie. His eyes widen when he realizes it's shaped like an actual apple, but he makes no move to say anything as a twinge of pink crawls up his neck. "This looks... delicious," he drools, and you thank him for the compliment.

"Best eat it now! It's tastes the best when it's fresh," you smile, and he hums in response.

"U-uh, I think I'll eat it now, actually. Needed to take a break anywa-ngh—!" Mei slams her pudgy palm on top of Leon's mop of brown hair, causing the poor man to grunt. It didn't hurt, but it clearly caught him by surprise. You panic just like the day before and attempt to pull your cherub away from your neighbour, embarrassment filling your body.

"Mei-Mei! I told you that you can't just touch people like that!" You scold her lightly.

"Agh, don't yell at her—It's alright," the brunette assures you, standing up. His boots click against the concrete as he stands close.

"Please, excuse her, she's just very excited to have a new friend."

"Hey, hey—it's fine. Here," Leon ducks his head down enough for Mei to reach out. She turns her body in your arms, hands outstretching to thread into the man's hair. Unconsciously, you move closer to Leon as your daughter plays with his hair. The sight made your heart melt.

When Mei has her fill, Leon stands straight and gives you a warm smile. He has a look in his eyes you couldn't quite place, but you choose not to think about it.

"I, uhm..." you think of what to say, your eyes darting from each feature on his stubbly face. "We won't bother you now. I-if you need, something, we'll be a knock away!" you nervously ramble, slowly backing away from the gentleman.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind," he coughs out, a dust of pink brushing the tip of nose. Leon watches as you turn your back to him, wiggling his fingers at the little one that waved at him from your shoulders. He walks over to the tupperware sitting on the floor of his garage after you walk into your house, entering his own with the pie in his hands.

You don't know about how the tupperware was licked clean, not even a crumb of the crust to be seen as the container is left on Leon's dining table. The next day, a knock on your door distracts you from your dishwashing.

He wasn't lying about apple pie being his favourite.

yeah im definitely going to turn this into a fic series or something i love domestic fluff i am so normal about dilf leon IM MAKING THIS HAPPEN

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elfven-blog · 9 months

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What if ... Leon was dating a tarot reader? And he always makes jokes like "if she reads this on the cards I'm screwed" And he pretends he doesn't care (but he's actually scared to death when the reader reads the cards to him)

Hi anon! I hope you enjoy!! 💕

The past, the present and the future

Leon Kennedy X Reader Word count:787

You rolled your eyes, shuffling the deck in your hand as you listened to Leon make yet another quip “Should I be worried? Don’t use them to check up on me” His brows were raised but the grin on his face was enough to let you know he was only messing. But the shake of his leg told another story, his knee bouncing up and down as he cracked another joke, this one about the devil card. You only shook your head.

After finishing the deck shuffle, you placed the cards down on the table. In a three-card spread, Leon had finally agreed to have you give him a reading. Something simple he said, no weird questions or anything like that. So, he decided to go with what he knows best. Bioterrorism.

“You ready, honey?” You didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want to do but it could be a fun little moment, and it’s not like he had to listen to them. It’s not like he really believed what the cards said, and this was perfect practice for you anyway. You were sick of asking yourself questions, it was nice to do a reading for someone else. Leon nodded, you could have sworn you heard the man gulp and watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

As you turned the first card over, the past, you watched Leons brow furrow as he looked at the card. His voice tilted with confusion “A building?” His head leant to the side as he moved his attention back to your face.

“The tower. Upright like this means disaster, broken pride” Leon nodded slowly, he felt his mouth go dry and his mind wondered back to that dark night so many years ago. He could almost feel the rain soaking through his uniform, the bandages sticking to the blood on his skin…the stench of rotting bodies all over again. Your soft voice pulls him out of those thoughts “Hey, its okay, we can stop” your hand is gentle on his as you lean across the table. His moves to cover yours before he presses a kiss to your fingers.

“No no, I’m kind of excited…Wanna see what my future holds according the spooky forces beyond” you can tell the way his voice has lowered and the non-existent spark that’s been wiped from his eyes that he’s a little worried. He wasn’t expecting it to be so accurate. Definitely wasn’t expecting a Raccoon City Incident cameo from the cards.

But with his go ahead you moved on to the ‘present’ card, flipping it over to show the word reversed” This time you tilted your own head, this made sense. Even know after so many years, and with Leon having moved on to start a relationship with you, there was still part of him that felt like some things weren’t resolved. “World reversed, incompletion and no closure”.

Leon felt his body tense, the cards were getting too close for comfort for his liking. He didn’t understand how they could be so accurate. The jokes and quips dying on his tongue as his mind raced. “Well, if this is how its going, I think I’ve got a bleak future” the joke was weak and you could tell he was starting to panic. He shifted in his seat, hands wiping the sweat onto his jeans as he watched you flip the last card over.

“Oh my god, am I gonna die?” You couldn’t help yourself, a short laugh left your mouth and Leon looked at you with wide eyes, his mouth gaping open. You shook your head trying to collect your composure as Leon stared at you in shock.

When you finally stopped laughing and could get more than a few words out you explained to him “No, the card of death doesn’t mean that you’re gonna die. It’s good actually, in the upright position it stands for new beginnings and changes” Your hand squeezed his own, and you leant forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

Leon let a breath of relief, his forehead falling onto your shoulder. His arms moved around your waist, and he hoisted you over the table and settled you into his lap. His face still buried into your neck as he pressed a few kisses to the pulse point there. “I like that one…a new beginning with my sweet tarot partner” You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin “But never do a reading for me again”.

Another laugh left you, your hands running through his hair “Okay, my love, no more readings for the big strong government agent” This time it was your turn to tease him.

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blueysobssesions · 1 year

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hey i hope your doing well. i really love your writings and cant stop rereading them. im so in love with leon and cant stop thinking how would it if leon quits his job for reader. idek if it's possible LMAO. i can't😩

I'm doing well anon and ty for loving my writings ^^

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

“You-YOU WHAT?!" Rebecca yelled, making Leon flinch. “Yeah, I'm officially quitting this shitty job! And I can finally have a vacation,” he sighed happily. He couldn't help but imagine the both of you having a vacation. Oh, how he wants to bring you to the beach! He doesn't want to see you in a bikini suit at all. I'm sure of it. “Leon…” "Let him, Rebecca... He has done so much for us, and he deserves a break too. Plus, it would be nice to spend some quality time together with his partner." Chris looked at him with a smile, and Leon smiled back. He can't wait to announce this to you.

“Oh, Leon… You didn't have to..." You said this while your hands were wrapped around his neck. “I need to… I wanted it. We didn't spend time together that much, and I'm fed up with killing zombies and creatures.” he snuggled his face on the side of your face, you can't help but smile… He deserves a break. "I think we should go on a beach? We can relax, spend quality time and make new memories." he said as he pulles you on his chest, you giggled “And can see me in a bikini suit huh?” he then chuckled pulling away from your neck and looking at you. “Maybe” you both laughed.

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1eoness · 11 months

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Request?

I need Leon starting to date a girl with curly hair and he LOVES her curls and tries to learn how to style them

i'm not sure how you want me to format this im sorry so i'll just write like a list of hcs GRRRRRRR but i love the curly hair stuff HEHHEEHHE

content: fluffy leon kennedy with fem curly-haired! reader

synopsis (?) : leon kennedy has a curly-haired girlfriend :3

-leon's hair has ALWAYS been straight ash so when he saw you and the way you took care of your curl he was like woah :0

-it's like a level of enlightenment to him lol (jk)

-this man will always look at you while he has the chance so you can expect him to pick up on your routines. sometimes he'll be present in the bathroom while you're doing your little hair pampering routine and he's like 'so what's that?' and points at a bottle and u have to explain it to him LMAO

-no matter what the length (hell you could be bald) leon loves your head because 1. it holds your pretty lil face 2. your HAIR

-and idk i just have a general hunch that this man just loves carding his fingers through your hair or your head a lot (as you can notice from my first works lol)

-and leon is MESMERIZED by your curls everytime. whenever leon is standing behind you at a queue or waiting for you to finish doing something, like say putting your makeup on, his hands will absentmindedly bounce on the ends of your curls and just watch them go boioioiioioing

-there was a time when you were at a night bar with leon and some other friends. you guys were sat on stools and your back was turned to him while you were conversing with your friend, and leon just kept bouncing the ends of your curly locks because it's like a satisfying fidget to him.

-he loves the shape, the texture, the way it feels in his fingers (especially when he pulls on it in bed oops im sorry hehe)

-and tbh what can i say? leon likes taking care of you and that can apply to different parts of your everyday life; before you go to sleep he reminds you to take your vitamins, and whenever you come home and he's there he will undo your shoelaces :3. but he will NEVER forget to brush your hair (especially if it's long as hell, he knows ur arms probably get tired brushing through it and applying product through it)

-if you were bashful at first and said it was okay, he insisted with a lighthearted and joking tone. he's like 'i got the strength for this c'mon gimme that brush NEOWWW'

-HE WILL PRINCESS YOU LIKE THIS SASSY PRINCESS OF A MAN WILL PRINCESS U

leon loves to approach his pretty girl while she's perched in front of the mirror. he sees you brushing your wet curly locks and, silently, walks up to you from behind. he's a rather silent man right now while he takes your hairbrush from your hands, your arm slowly stopping its brushing motions as you looked up at his reflection; him being behind you while his eyes are downcast to your locks. "and where's my love going?" he asks with a mild tease. he knows you're going out somewhere because you seem to smile a little more when you're anticipating some plans. you giggled while feeling leon gently brush your hair with tenderness. maybe by narration it sounds obscure, but he adores the back of your hair while you're rambling about your day so far and where you're heading off to next. "so she's a busy girl. hm?" leon grins slightly, eyes locked onto your soft hair while he helps in spreading moisturizing product (rather expensive product that leon willingly paid for u bc, well, he loves you like that) on your hair in moderate amounts, being careful not to accidentally pull your head back or something lol. his fingers tread and work caringly— and he even scratches his fingertips on your scalp lightly and briefly to top it off ♡ he continues the rest of the brief conversation with his thumb gently stroking your wispy baby hairs, and you're just so cute to him he just wants to eat u tbh

-and whether you want him to put some lil bows, ribbons, clips or extensions in it is up to you. you probably have an array of hair accessories and leon memorizes all of them. he knows when one is new and which ones are the ones you've always had in your dresser/vanity.

-speaking of, leon LOVES seeing you accessorize your hair. beads, hairclips, anything that furtherly charms your pretty hair literally makes him melt you have this man in an entirely different state of matter atp he just loves you sm argghh. one time you let him put some little butterfly clips in your hair after teaching him how they're clipped on and you had leon WHIPPED the entire time in front of that vanity ♡

-omfg and leon does this thing where whenever he's hugging or cuddling you from behind, he nuzzles his face in the back of your head and start inhaling your hair like you're some sort of freshly-washed pillow. it tickles a little for you and he can feel your frame repulsing or squirming in his arms but leon doesnt rlly care lol (he's kinda sorry)

-i feel like leon has more of a tendency to ruffle your curly hair if it's short, maybe like above shoulder length or something.

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saturncodedstarlette · 11 months

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Leon : Babe, I’m ordering food, you want anything?

Y/N, absentmindedly : Nah, I’m good…

Leon : 🤨

Leon : Okay…

Leon, opening the food package : Finally, I’m starving…

Y/N, appeared out of nowhere : Ohh, that looks good. Can I have some? 🥺

Leon, holding his food in defensive mode : It’s incredibly annoying when you do this.

Y/N : (;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

Leon, pulls out another package : Luckily it’s also incredibly predictable. 。(*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

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rizzanon · 5 months

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[Black Coffee] Leon Kennedy

warning: quite a long fic, not proofread 0_0, Leon being an absolute lovestruck idiot

Leon doesn't know what he's doing.

He's sitting at the far corner of the small, comfy cafe he's at, drinking black coffee while sneaking glances towards the barista at the counter.

He doesn't even like coffee. Well, he thought he didn't. But he always liked the black coffee you made.

For the past few weeks, he made sure that coming to this very cafe became apart of his daily routine. He tries to do so everyday when he's not on a mission.

But why does he make the effort to do so?

He doesn't even know himself. All he knew was that he wanted to see you. Even if it's from a distance. Even if it meant sneaking shy glances at you, who's taking the patrons orders, and making their drinks.

Seeing your pleasant smile always brightened his day, even if the smile wasn't meant for him. Your smile and friendly aura are what attracted him to you in the first place. Yet, he couldn't find it in him to go up to you and strike a conversation. The only words he had ever uttered to you were, "One black coffee, please". On some occasions, he would order a sandwich as well, if he was hungry. After getting his order, he would find a seat in a corner that was away from the other patrons, but was still in bird's eye view to see you working behind the counter.

Right now, you were busy behind the counter, whipping up a customer's order swiftly. Leon could tell you were exhausted, and rightfully so. Because that day, it seemed that the cafe was more busier than usual. Even though the cafe was packed with more customers than usual, Leon noticed how you still kept a smile on your face as you served each and every customer with the help of your co-workers.

Leon wonders how you do it. How were you able to keep a smile on your face despite being clearly exhausted? He could barely smile after filling up a couple of tedious government reports. He wanted to ask you, but was it stepping out of line?

He was just a random customer at your cafe. so wouldn't it be weird if he were to suddenly come up to you and ask, "Hey, how do you always keep a smile on your face like that?"

You would definitely be confused, and would think that he had a few screws loose Leon didn't want you to think that way of him. Not when he barely had the chance to get to know you yet.

How long has he been sitting at the cafe anyways?

He looked down at his half empty cup of coffee, and picked it up to finish drinking it.

Ah..

It's cold.

Must've been here for quite some time now.

Just as Leon was about to stand up and return the cup back to the counter where you were standing at, he watched one of your coworkers walk up to you, saying something that didn't quite reach his ears. You smiled at your coworker, and left your station at the counter to go to the back, while the coworker took over the job of taking the customers orders.

Your shift must have ended, Leon thought, as he quietly sulked at missing his opportunity to talk to you again.

Looks like hell have to try again another time.

No matter how hard Leon tries, it seemed as if every opportunity he got to go and talk to you is short-lived. He was either interrupted by impatient customers waiting in line behind him or by your coworkers who needed help with something. Despite this, he couldn't entirely blame the circumstances for not being able to talk to you. If he hadn't hesitated to go and talk to you, he wouldn't be in this troubled predicament.

Why was he hesitating?

You were just an ordinary person, going about with your life like anyone would. He shouldn't feel nervous to go and strike a conversation with you.

Yet here he was, getting butterflies in his stomach whenever the thought of talking to you pops up in his mind. The way he's behaving right now reminds him of his 21 year old self, the rookie cop he once was. But he's no longer 21, he's 27. 6 years have passed since that unfortunate incident in Raccoon City. He was now a fully fledged government agent, having faced various bio weapons among the missions he's been assigned. Talking to you should be no big deal, right?

The moment Leon stepped into the cafe, he could spot a (very) noticeable difference in the atmosphere right then compared to the previous times he's been to the cafe. It was quite empty, only having about a few customers lounging there.

That could be because it wasn't the peak hour yet for the cafe. After all, it was only 10 am. Usually, Leon would show up at the cafe at around 1 pm, the time which more people would show up to the cafe. Would it be weird for him to show up earlier than he usually did?

No. It shouldn't be.

He was a customer after all, he's allowed to go and get coffee whenever he wants.

No big deal.

So why was he so pressed about it? Why did he care about little things like that? Leon didn't have the answers to those questions, and just shook those thoughts out of his head, before making his way to the counter, where you were.

He swears he saw your eyes light up when he locked eyes with you. But then again, it could've just been a figment of his imagination,

"Oh! Hello sir! You're here earlier today!" Your voice rang out, as you smiled at the blond man who was walking towards the counter.

You noticed?

Leon, slightly taken aback by your jovial greeting, could only just nod his head. He didn't think you'd actually acknowledge that he was there at the cafe earlier than he usually would be.

"Ah.... yeah I suppose I came here earlier than usual," he replied quite drily. Not the tone he wanted to his words to come off as.

Despite his blatant dryness, the smile on your face unwavering.

"So, I'm guessing you want your usual?"

Usual?

"By usual, do you mean a black coffee?"

"Yeah, I mean, isn't that what you always order from here? Sometimes, you order a sandwich too, right?"

Leon's mouth was slightly agape, not knowing what to say, Did he really come to this cafe so many times that you'd know his order by heart? Leon wanted to feel flattered, but at the same time, this was to be expected if he kept on ordering the same thing over and over.

"Yeah, guess you got me all figured out. Kinda boring, isn't it?" Leon said, in a self-deprecating tone.

"If I'm being honest, yeah, it is kind of boring to order the same thing all the time. But people like eating or drinking something they re familiar with, so does it really matter if their order is boring if that's what they want?"

Your very blunt answer was not what Leon was expecting. But it was refreshing nonetheless.

"You do have a point. Familiarity is something everyone unconsciously seeks for, even in the littlest of things."

"True, familiarity in the littlest things are what allows us to build connections and find common ground after all." You continued, as you smiled warmly at Leon, which only caused him to break eye contact with you. Wow, he didn't expect to be having a full on conversation with you, today of all days.

"Glad to hear we're on the same page on these things, Mister....?" Your words trailed off, as you attempted to get the blond man's name.

Leon blinked in realisation that you were asking for him name, and almost choked on air, clearing his throat to regain his composure.

"Leon. Just call me Leon, No need for formalities, haha."

Your smile only grew brighter at his words, a chuckle leaving your mouth as well.

"I see, it's nice to finally get your name, Leon I'm _____. I should go and make your coffee now, don't wanna keep you waiting." You said, as you quickly went to prepare the black coffee you always made for him.

Leon was in a daze, satisfaction washing all over his face. He finally was able to get your name. But there was a thought lingering at the back of his mind.

With the way you phrased your words, were you also waiting for the chance to learn his name?

No, he shouldn't really jump to conclusions like that. Maybe you simply just wanted to know his name, nothing more than that.

He was soon interrupted from his thoughts from you coming back up to the counter with his coffee in your hand, and something else too.

Cookies..?

"Here you go! That'll be $2.50. Also, thought it would be nice to have cookies to eat as well. To satisfy your sweet tooth."

"You're giving someone who orders black coffee almost everyday from your cafe, cookies, to satisfy their sweet tooth?" Leon repeated your words, sarcasm slipping out of his tongue.

He was taken aback, amused even.

He expected you to take back your words, but instead, you just doubled down.

"Yeah, why not? I have a hunch you'll like them. Always trust the barista, Leon." You said sending a wink his way.

"And don't worry about paying for it, it's on me. A little thank you for being a loyal customer." You handed Leon the bag of cookies and his usual coffee, before waving him goodbye.

"Bye Leon! Hope to see you again soon!"

Leon just nodded in return, beckoning goodbye before heading out of the cafe to head over to his next destination. Once he was sure he was fully out of your sight, he almost collapsed out of pure bliss and joy.

He couldn't believe that just this one interaction with you was able to make him feel this way. Making him feel like a high school kid all over again. Making his heart beat so rapidly.

He concluded that he had a crush on you. There was no doubt about that, with how he was feeling.

But he knew that he would have to do more in order to catch your attention. After all, to you, he was just another regular customer of the cafe you worked at.

He wanted to get to know you more. He had to talk to you more.

Too bad things didn't exactly go the way Leon wanted it to. How was he supposed to know that his schedule would've become so packed for the next few days that he didn't even have time to go to the cafe?

Leon could only internally curse at himself and his management for suddenly assigning him all these tasks and reports. They weren't difficult, but it was time-consuming, and that was what Leon hated about them the most.

It had been a week since he last went to buy coffee from the cafe you worked at. A week since he last saw you.

He wonders how you've been faring for these last couple of days. He hopes you've been doing okay, like you always have. Was it weird for him to want to see you?

Maybe.

After all, the two of you were barely even acquaintances.

Still, he wanted to go to the cafe and see you.

But he couldn't do that just yet. Not until he's completed all the tasks and reports assigned to him.

Leon knew he was definitely lacking sleep. He could use one of the coffees you'd make for him. It would definitely energise me, he thought.

It was as if the gods heard his prayers, as Hunnigan popped up from behind him, as she set down a cup of coffee. He recognised the logo on the paper cup. It was from the cafe you worked at.

"Here, thought you could use some coffee. You look as if you're going to die any moment now." Hunnigan says, as she looked him up and down.

"Wow, thanks a lot. Appreciate ya'. Remind me to take you out to drink next time, 'kay?"

"No thanks."

Leon just chuckled as he watched the unamused Hunnigan return back to her own desk, before setting his eyes on the coffee she gave him.

He thinks to himself, "Did you make this?"

You probably did. After all, you were one of the main baristas at the cafe.

He gingerly picks up the cup, blowing softly onto the surface of the cup, before taking a sip of the coffee.

....

It was bitter.

Bitter?

Why was it bitter?

Usually, the coffees you'd make were sweeter than this.

"Hey, Hunnigan. You sure this is black coffee?" Leon calls out to Hunnigan. Hunnigan looks up from her screen, confusion spread across her face.

"Yeah. It's definitely black coffee."

"Why is it so bitter than?"

Leon watched as Hunnigan furrows her eyebrows, her expression becoming one of unamusement.

"Black coffee is supposed to be bitter, Leon."

What?

Leon didn't know what to think. All this time, the coffees you made for him were sweeter than what he just drank. At that moment, he recalled the last time he'd talk to you.

"Also, thought it would be nice to have cookies to eat as well. To satisfy your sweet tooth."

"You're giving someone who orders black coffee almost everyday from your cafe, cookies, to satisfy their sweet tooth?"

"Yeah, why not? I have a hunch you'll like them. Always trust the barista, Leon."

Leon immediately rises from his seat, feeling his face flush in embarrassment. You somehow knew Leon wouldn't like black coffee. And all this while, you were playing with him, making him think he was drinking black coffee when in actuality, he was not.

He had to talk to you.

He wanted to know how you'd know that he apparently wouldn't like black coffee. Not even he himself realised that.

He immediately heads to the exit, wanting to confront you about it. The cafe was 20 mins away, he could go there and quickly come back. That is, after he gets his answers.

"Hey Leon! Where are you going?!? You still have stuff to-"

"I'll be back, Hunnigan."

Within 20 minutes, Leon finds himself at the cafe you worked at. It was almost 12 pm, so customers were going to pile up soon.

Leon sees you at the counter, and walks up to you.

You immediately noticed him, and your eyes once again, lit up at the sight of the blond man.

"Oh hey! Leon! It's been a while. How've you been?"

"How'd you know from the get go I wouldn't like actual black coffee?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, before you suddenly burst out laughing. Leon just looked at you, confused.

"Oh my god, you finally realised, huh? After one month. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be laughing, but it really is amusing."

"What's so amusing about this? You tricking me into thinking you're giving me black coffee all this time?" Leon mumbles, avoiding your eyes as he clearly was embarrassed about the situation.

Maybe confronting you head on like this wasn't the best idea....

"I sincerely apologise. But can I ask you this one thing?"

"Uh.... okay?"

"When you first started coming to this cafe one month ago, was my coffee the first ever coffee you've actually tried?"

Oh.

It was.

But Leon was already too embarrassed to admit that.

Seeing his reaction, you just chuckled even more.

"Based on your reaction, I can tell it was. That explains why you didn't seem to notice that I got the orders mixed up that day. I accidentally gave you a latte instead of black coffee, but before I could warn you, you already took a sip, and didn't say anything about it."

"Oh."

"Oh in deed. I didn't know how to burst your bubble, you clearly enjoyed the latte and I didn't want to ruin your mood that day. So I just continued to make you lattes instead of actual black coffees from then on. I guess I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to figure that out, haha!"

Leon wishes he could just disappear at that moment. How embarrassing. He was just being fooled all this while unknowingly.

At least it gave you a good laugh, that's what Leon thought.

But could he recover from this moment?

Hopefully.

Your laughter died down after a while, and that's when you started feeling a little guilty for tricking Leon. His embarrased side was really adorable though. You didn't think that this stoic man who always came to the cafe was able to make this expression. It was kinda cute.

"I'm sorry once again for fooling you all this while. Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me? So that I won't lose a very loyal customer?" You asked with pleading eyes, batting your eyelashses at the blond man.

"Hmm.... how about you give me your number for starters?"

You were taken aback by his request, a blush creeping up your face as you quickly realised he wasn't joking, flashing you a boyish grin.

"Sure! Why not. I guess we'll be talking a lot more huh, Leon."

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sabababa · 1 year

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Holding Hands With Leon

Leon crouched in front of the crumbling wall. He could see something happening in the distance but needed a closer look. Then, he remembered he had given his binoculars to (Y/n). She wanted to look at a bird or something so he let her hold onto it. Clearly, he needed it back so, without looking at her, he held his hand out; expecting her to know what he wanted. (Y/n) had lowered herself next to him when she noticed his stance and then saw how his hand was extended toward her. Part of her brain knew he wanted the binoculars, but the other part wanted an excuse to hold his hand. They were so big and strong how could she resist? She placed her hand in his and at first, he didn't notice until he realized her hand was lingering in his palm. He looked over and saw how she hadn't placed the binoculars, but rather her own hand. He noted how soft and delicate her touch was, but he couldn't focus on that right now. "No, (Y/n), I need the binoculars," Leon clarified. He expected her to get flustered from her mistake, but she simply held the binoculars to him with her other hand. An amused chuckle escaped his lips as he realized she wasn't letting go of him. He took the binoculars and used them to enhance his vision, all the while he squeezed her hand.

(Art is by me, please do not repost)

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⇁don't worry about it! | leon kennedy

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!reader domestic fluff

leon's going to have to meet your parents someday. he notices how scared you are of the idea, and he wants you to feel good about it.

content contains: fluff/comfort, domestic life (leon is just a normal cop!), mild anxiety, leon being a cutie patootie :,], terms of endearment (bug, honey), implied toxic relationship w/parents, no use of y/n

1,100 words

song rec: "pleasantries (with your lover)" by mustard service

a very self-indulgent fic today! i was at work thinking about how silly it would be for leon to try and impress my very picky, very nosy, and very unimpressed asian mother. please enjoy!

There's an empty feeling in your stomach as you mindlessly pick at the skin around your nails, your eyes focusing on the lettering of a random newspaper sitting on the kitchen counter as you wait for your coffee to finish brewing.

You had gotten a text message from your mom this morning, angrily asking about your boyfriend of a few months and why she hasn't heard about him until now. You heart drummed against your chest so hard that you could hear it in your ears as you think of ways to respond to her.

"Hey, bug?" a groggy, deep voice mumbles behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn around to see Leon in all his sleepy glory, his Nirvana t-shirt loosely bunched around his hand as he scratches his belly. "I think your water's boilin'," he chuckles lowly, nodding his head towards the kettle. Your jaw hangs slightly, words unable to form.

Shakily, you turn off the kettle and fix up a cup of coffee for your blonde love and yourself.

"G-good morning, Lee," you stammer out, trying to shake your thoughts away. Leon gives you a little hum as he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you pour the coffee into your matching wiener-dog mugs.

"G'morning, bug..." The man yawns, his breath tickling your ear. You giggle lightly at his sleepy state, finding it cute that he's barely awake.

"Cream and a spoon of sugar, I assume?" You guess Leon's coffee for today. Often times, he switches between black and cream coffee. Something about never planning that far ahead, you recall. The officer grunts into the crook of your neck, shaking his head as a no. Your click your tongue, mildly upset that you guessed incorrectly. You feel him smile against your neck, as if he was taunting you. You push him away from you using your bum, smiling coyly as he looks at you with a kiddy pout.

"Am I not allowed hug my girlfriend all of the sudden?" Leon cocks an eyebrow up. You notice how messy his hair is as you lift yourself up to sit on the kitchen counter.

"Nope, not at all," you jest, a smiling tugging at your lips. The cop rolls his ocean eyes, scoffing softly at you.

"It's unlawful to deny a cop like this, y'know," Leon plays. It was your turn to roll your eyes, feigning annoyance at the joke he uses almost every time you don't give him affection when he wants it.

"And it's unlawful to manipulate your girlfriend into giving you kisses!" You cross your arms beneath your chest. Leon laughs, coming closer to your spot atop the granite counter. His calloused hands rest at the side of your thighs, squeezing softly at the plush flesh.

"You seem off, hon," he whispers, looking up at you with nothing but admiration. "What's on your mind?" he questions softly. Your bratty act falters, a slight frown pulling on your lips as you remember the text from your mother.

"Nothing, it's just..." You trail off, your hand reaching up to thread through Leon's blonde tresses. "My mom found out about you," you sigh. You see his eyes widen a bit at the mentioning of your parental figure, unsure of how to react.

You understood that Leon was orphaned as a young boy, and he never had a day of comfort from his parents when they were still alive. To an extent, he probably knew about how difficult it is to deal with frightening mothers, but probably not in this context. You cringe at the idea of having Leon try to butter up your mother to get on her good side...

"And that's bad because...?" Your lover's lips pucker slightly with confusion, his face reminiscent of a smolder as his brow quirks up a bit. You squeeze his face between your palms, his cheeks smooshing at the pressure.

"She'll eat us alive if you don't impress her," you say in a jokingly-serious tone, eyes boring into Leon's soul. For a second, he falters, seeming a bit scared at the notion, but it quickly fades away.

"I fink yer ofereactin', bufg," the officer says with his squished face, and you smile at his sweet and silly response.

"I wish I was, Lee," you chuckled humorlessly. His hands tugs yours away from his cheeks.

"I mean it, bug," he says sternly, his brows knitting together. "I'm sure your mom is just a little hurt that you hid me from her for so long," Leon says, and you agree with him a bit, but you knew deep down that your reasoning was relatively valid. If you told her about Leon the day you started dating, she'd hound you about how he needs to be this, this, and that before you even know if you want this relationship to be serious. Of course, you know now that you want to spend the rest of your life with Leon (and you hope he feels the same), but it was better safe than sorry. With a mother like yours, it's hard to trust her with the details of your life when all she wants to do is berate you for your decisions.

"I guess, but it's so hard to talk to her sometimes..." You look down at your lap shamefully. You hear Leon huff, and he brings your face up with his thumb and index finger.

"Look at me," he grunts, his blue eyes looking at you with a comforting gentleness. "If there's one thing I know about family, it's that you gotta just talk to em, hon. Give her a chance," Leon suggests, and you look into his eyes with a timid look.

"But what if she doesn't like you, Leon? Then what?" You frown. He laughs at this.

"She won't, I promise you, bug," Leon assures you, his hand moving to caress your cheek. "I make good money as an officer, and I take damn good care of her daughter--she'll love me," he murmurs confidently, scooting closer to press a kiss against the corner of your lightly-chapped lips.

"You're unbelievable, Lee," you puff out, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt to kiss him square on the lips. Leon smiles into the affection, his hands resting on your waist.

"You love me," he whispers, proud of himself for making you smile despite the ache in your stomach.

The coffee was left to get cold, and the text remained unanswered for a few hours while you and Leon cuddled on the couch.

i love him, your honour. also if there are any typos that's too bad i am so eepy >:p

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killuintense · 6 months

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put me in a room with him and I won't be the one who gets pregnant.

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blueysobssesions · 1 year

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hi i usually get nervous when i do asks like this but can i request a short fic where leon and reader fight over who drives, and then another person ultimately end up driving bc they were taking too long?

This is funny ><!! Anyways, heyya! I'm back from my exam! and I kinda did it pretty well?? But let's just hope that I'll pass ^^

~Leon Kennedy x Reader (w/chris)

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“Let me be the one to drive Leon," you said, staring at him. He smirked, “Let me; I can get us there fast.” You let out a huff and said, “And it includes us getting into a car accident?” You crossed your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes and replied, "Come on, I'm a great driver. Just trust me." You shook your head. You knew about Leon's bad luck with destroying every car he drives. “And no, we're not going to get in a ‘car accident,” he said, looking at you with a smile. “I have counted about 10 vehicles you have obliterated, and almost all of them were from the BSAA,” reaching your hand towards the handle, “So?” you halted, turning around to face him. “We almost died,” you said sarcastically, He looked at you with a serious expression and replied, "But we didn't, and that's what matters." “OKAY, THAT'S IT!! I'LL BE THE ONE TO DRIVE!” Chris yelled, opening the door, you backed up and just looked at him. “You two! Hop in, Now!” he raised his voice making you slightly jump. You complied, hoping in the car as well as Leon. “You two need to stop, your constant bickering is getting on my nerves." he siad rolling his eyes and starting the car.

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shadesoflsk · 2 months

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THE OLD WAY

pairing: Leon Kennedy x fem reader

summary: Living at a farm and being married surely has it perks. However, Leon can't help but think something is missing.

warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (fem receiving) p in v, mating press (??), creampie, breeding kink, outdoor sex, age gap (unspecified), established relationship, fluff, Leon is so husband in this, mentions of pregnancy, domestic bliss.

word count: 4k

author's note: Hello! I had this fic in my drafts for sooo long. I was kind of ashamed to post this since it's not my usual type of content but !!! fuck it !! Ovulation goes brrr. I hope you all like it!I had an older Leon in mind but I used a re6 leon pic for funsies. (And please... don't judge the lack of creativity in my title... I didn't know what to write.)

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City life was no longer fitting for a man like him. Job was not the same and he was afraid he might not get up from one of his falls one day. Joints no longer worked like they used to, a painful reminder of how his age was getting to him.

That's why he chose to retire, rather early for the average citizen. But he believes his position as a federal agent has aged him to the point where he could easily describe himself as an 80 years old man who needed help crouching down.

With that in mind, he wasted no time buying a home away from civilization. Money was no problem and owning a ranch now sounded like the best idea he could come up with. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Time seemed to flow faster as he settled down in a peaceful lifestyle.

Solitude was very much welcomed. The sounds of blood dripping and ragged screams were replaced by the soft pitty patter of the rain and the usual rooster’s crow each morning, announcing a new day.

But, as much as he has grown to love and appreciate his simplistic routine, the monotonous daily work and the lack of companionship were hitting him hard. When night came and his thoughts clouded his rational side, he yearned for a change in his life. He was never the romantic type, never been. His previous job as an agent cut off any possibilities of having a partner and settling down like any normal person would. But years made him a sappy man, it seemed.

Life works in mysterious ways, though. He wouldn’t have thought that farm life would bring him a sweet thing like you. It all started with your car breaking down a few meters away from his farm. You wanted to thank him for his help, there was no way you would simply express your gratitude through words, not after his assistance.

So, your first visit consisted of a home-baked pie which he reluctantly accepted. Not because he didn’t want to but it had been a while since he was last gifted something. That first meeting soon turned into a couple until you were basically there every day.

“Stay with me,” shifted into a “Be my girlfriend” and therefore the “Marry me?” finally came.

You were the best thing that has ever happened in his life, a peaceful life away from any danger the city may bring and a beautiful wife by his side? God granted him the most perfect miracle ever.

He followed the milestones of your relationship to a T. Even though the lack of knowledge was sometimes obvious, he knew the basics of how to keep a girl—his girl— happy. It was in his nature to provide, and living with you meant no exception.

He always strived to do better, to be better. Your needs were always met and he took pride in knowing he was your husband. No one else but him.

However, he felt selfish when none of that actually fulfilled him. He was happy with you, don’t get him wrong. Nothing was like before when he thought he would die alone with no one who cared about him. But something in the back of his mind kept bothering him.

And ever since he realized something was missing, he couldn't help but try to find out what it was.

For days and weeks, he tried picturing the change both of you needed. More pets? You had enough with the dog you both have. Vacations? He had already taken you to the beach. More space in your home? The house at the farm was alright… Maybe a little too big for just the two of you.

Oh.

Oh…

The problem was the two of you. Or rather, being just the two of you on this big ranch.

He had come to realize that he could, in fact, dream bigger. A few years ago, he would have thought that being married was a faraway dream, unachievable and stupid. But now he’s a husband and maybe if he tries hard enough, he can get to be a family man.

However, nobody has taught him how to face these types of situations. Even when he asked you to be his wife, he needed months of preparation. How was he going to explain this desire to put a baby in you?

On one peaceful night, he was spooning you as always. It was his favorite activity after taking care of his chores at the farm (and even doing some of yours just so you could relax more). But even when there was nothing but a comforting silence, his thoughts wouldn’t stop flooding his mind.

He let one of his hands rest on your abdomen, caressing the skin there with circular motions. He tried closing his eyes to prevent more of those thoughts from coming to his mind yet it was useless. His imagination was running wild when he pictured you carrying a life in your belly, swollen and round, the perfect scenario.

He imagined taking care of you. Of course, his pretty wife won’t do anything if she’s next to him. There was no way he wouldn’t take that opportunity to show her how much of a man, a good man he was.

Pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rested behind you, he spoke before even thinking what he was supposed to say.

“You would be a good mom, you know?” It slipped out of his mouth, he should’ve used a more discreet way of speaking his mind. Now it was too late to draw back.

“What?” You chuckled as you turned your head to look at Leon. “I’d look great as a mom?”

“Yeah.” He whispered, finally admitting his desire to have a family. “What do you think?”

He wouldn’t push the matter if you don’t feel the same. As much as he loved the idea of having mini versions of both of you, there was no way he would force you to do it.

“Mhm… I think you’d also be a great dad.” Your voice was as soft as his, indulging in this little moment of intimacy and raw honesty.

The word dad rings in his mind. His life before having his ranch was violence-filled, then years of solitude surrounded by nothing but nature cornered him to think that being alone was his destiny. Now, you brought him a newfound desire to come back home and finding you and your child. A family.

“You think so?”

“Absolutely.”

Leon had a silly smile formed on his face. His dreams were actually achievable and domesticity and tranquility were now his everyday life.

“We can try if you want.” You added, feeling how Leon continued drawing shapes on your stomach. “How many would you like?”

Leon didn’t think he would get this far.

“Want me to be honest?” Leon’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I wouldn’t mind having an entire football team with you.” He joked, hearing how you gasped in response.

“Leon!” You slapped his hand out of your abdomen. “I’m the one having them!”

Both of you laughed as the night embraced both of you like a blanket. Confessions have never been so much welcomed as tonight’s.

“I love you.” He murmured as his eyes closed. It was a reassurance that whatever life had in store for both of you, he would gladly accept it.

“I love you more.” You replied with the same fondness as always. Drifting off to sleep was easier than ever.

Days passed and the conversation wasn’t forgotten. Nonetheless, you let the flow of time and life decide for both of you.

Daily chores needed to be completed no matter what. So, he’s now washing his hands after feeding the horses. You’re holding the garden hose which makes a wet mess given the force of the water.

“Didn’t know it was raining.” Leon jokes as the water soaks his shirt and pants.

“Shit, sorry.” You turn off the garden hose as you giggle watching how drenched Leon looks.

And while you are genuinely sorry since Leon still has things to do on the farm, you can’t help but appreciate the image your husband is offering. White shirt now see-through, giving you the perfect view of his soft abdomen clinging to the fabric.

When you first met Leon, he had told you what an amazing body he had. With so much pride, he once showed you pictures of his past self. Images of a toned torso and strong arms would look appealing to your eyes. But each time Leon and you are intimate, you get to feel his slightly rounder belly pressed against you, his strong arms clinging to you. In those moments you can’t help but thank God for the gorgeous man you have.

“Enjoying the view?” Leon breaks the silence when he feels your eyes not leaving his body.

“Maybe…” You quietly whisper as you drop the hose and walk closer to him. “Can’t help it, my husband is so handsome.” You add, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Inevitably, you inhaled the scent you have grown to love.

For a moment, you stay there, just drowning in the affection letting your hands rest on his sides unaware of how Leon could feel the slight friction of your breasts against his soaked shirt. The thin fabric of your dress does a poor job of preventing Leon’s hands from wandering around your body.

A pool of arousal starts setting in Leon as he reaches your ass and gives it a firm squeeze.

With one swift and smooth move, he lifts you off the ground. Your feet are no longer touching the floor as Leon walks away from the barn. And, as if on command, you wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to walk easier to whatever destination he had in mind.

For once, Leon hates the fact that he owns a big ass farm. His place is a bit far away from the barn, so his decisions are fogged by the desire and neediness he is feeling at the moment. Years in solitude led him to think he was imponent but with the way his jeans seem to get tighter each time your lower half brushes against his, he knows it's not true.

He is a gentleman, don’t get him wrong. He’d have picked you up and carried you to his bedroom as usual, laid you on the bed, taken off your clothes, and fucked you gently (or rough) like he usually did. However, a newfound wish piqued his interest, and even though you're in a secluded area, he wishes everyone would know what pretty girl he got.

Without further thinking and no complaints made, he places you down on the grass. The sensation of the blades tickling your skin is, in a way, bothersome, but your brain is easily turned into mush every time Leon dares to touch you.

Leon, however, wouldn’t allow you to feel any discomfort. His sun-kissed skin would be exposed in swift motion as he takes off his wet shirt. Those antagonizing seconds of admiring him unbuttoning the fabric push you to press your thighs together, seeking any type of release or mere pleasure.

“Up,” And after those endless seconds of him taking off his shirt, his hand taps your hip, motioning you to lift the lower half of your body for him to lay his shirt there. Giving no second thoughts, you raise your rear, pathetically quick, and Leon notices. “So needy, have I been slacking off?”

And his tone gives him away. He is looking forward to letting nature be the witness of your lustful acts. The sun being your light and the grass your makeshift bed. His body embraces the position on top of you.

“Of course I have.” He cooes, bringing his face lower and lower before pressing his cheek against your inner thigh. His stubble resembles sandpaper with how it scratches your skin, but at this point, it brings more pleasure than annoyance. “Look at her, already crying for me.”

His breath tickles the middle area between your legs. The wet spot in your panties is obvious to Leon who wastes no time to bring up that fact. And you want to thank yourself for choosing a dress today because there is no way you could do anything besides laying on the grass and letting Leon treat you so nicely and tenderly.

“How could I?” He hums against the soaked patch of the fabric. “Been neglecting my pretty girl.” He presses a kiss on your clothed area, dragging down the anticipated pleasure you’re looking for.

“Mhm… please.” Your babbles gain a chuckle out of Leon’s lips. He is enjoying the whole setting, he wouldn’t have known he had a thing for outdoor sex but then again, he loves discovering new things with you.

Antagonistically, he lifts your dress until it reaches your abdomen and exposes your lower half.

And finally, his fingers hook around the sides of your panties, yanking down the fabric, allowing himself to admire the way he has made a mess of you already.

As always, he was ready for his favorite meal in the whole world.

Lying on his stomach, he props up on his elbows, his mouth dives into your pussy as his tongue laps at your clit. A moan escapes your lips as the sensation of being eaten out by Leon floods your mind and soul.

He feasts like a starved man, like he is eating his favorite dessert. He delves into your aching hole, his tongue tasting the sweet and well-known flavor of your juices. He brings your legs over his shoulders, propping you to raise your lower half and reach even deeper.

“Shit,” Your fingers tangle in his dirty blond hair, shoving his face into your cunt. His lips suck your clit, paying close attention to that part, drawing moans and whines out of you.

A plethora of names are being said as Leon continues being trapped between your thighs. He flicks his tongue while he feels how some of your slick drips to his stubble. And with the way your legs squeeze him even tighter, he can already guess you’re feeling so much pleasure from his tongue alone.

You arch your back, trying to bring him even closer to your core. The wet noises of his saliva and your slick mix with the outdoor ones. The soft rustling of the trees’ leaves and the birds chirping are a reminder of the scenario you both are in.

Whimpers leave your lips as Leon's tongue makes out with your cunt. Your fingers grip the shirt Leon placed as a makeshift blanket. Heat starts pooling in your belly as the antagonizing seconds of Leon eating you out bring you to the edge.

At last, your body jerks and comes undone in Leon’s grasp. He holds you in place, flattening his tongue to collect every drop of your slick. He could easily cum too just by the fact he was tasting your release.

“My sweet girl, always so perfect for me.” He finally disconnects from your pussy to crawl back to where your face is. He places some kisses on your neck which is glistening with a layer of sweat given how much pleasure you were previously feeling.

At last, his lips reach yours and he passionately kisses you. You could easily taste yourself in the kiss yet you don’t care at this very moment.

For a moment, he indulges in the tenderness of the kiss after bringing you to heaven with just his tongue alone. However, the easily noticeable restraint in his jeans was getting harder to control.

You feel him grind against you, seeking any type of friction to ease the aching feeling of his erection.

“Leon… I can’t….” Leon’s intentions are obvious as you feel his clothed dick humping your leg like a needy man yet, you are still tender from your ecstasy.

“You can…” He brings his face against the crook of your neck once again, placing wet kisses around your skin. “Just one more baby.”

He pleads, he begs, he needs to feel you wrapped around him. Those thoughts about leaving his mark, leaving his seed in you are still pretty much present. So at last, you nod. That’s when you can feel a smile forming on his lips which continue being pressed against your neck.

“Thank you, thank you.” Acting like he hasn’t touched for ages, you hear the rustle of fabric and his belt buckle falling to the ground. You see how his dick springs out of his boxers when he pulls them down, already leaking precum just from eating you out.

In less than a second, you feel him collecting your previous release, sliding his cock through your folds with such ease that it had you gripping air.

“Fuck…” He murmurs as he pushes himself painfully slowly, taking his time to feel how your walls tighten around his length. Pinned underneath him, you feel overwhelmed by the sensation of having his body so close to you.

“My pretty wife…” He whispers as he is finally all the way in. “Look at you, so pretty full of me.” He adds while one of his hands caresses your hair.

He starts gently rocking against your body, the pace is slow and comforting as if trying to remember the way your velvety walls clamp his dick, the stretch being something you’re accustomed to.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He says as he thrusts inside of you, this time a little more urgently. The hand that was previously running through your hair wraps around your waist and lifts it slightly.

“Mhm…yes.” You nod as your eyes lock with his, witnessing a newfound desire you haven’t seen before. Maybe it was the fact that both of you are outdoors, you don’t know.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours mix with your heavy breaths. The perfect music for the perfect scenario. As soon as Leon hits that sweet spot of yours, you whimper his name like a mantra.

And then again, the thought of a family floods his mind. The mental image of your belly stretching out, making space for the baby is everything he longs for. And not only that, but he craves to take care of you, his pretty wife. You wouldn’t need to lift a finger for the nine months of pregnancy.

“Wanna fill you up.” He finally confesses in a moan. He isn’t a stranger to dirty talk, you know it well. The way his words come out like a promise and an already-made decision is proof of his not so hidden wish. “This farm is lonely with just the two of us…”

And as he presses his forehead against yours, you see in his eyes the devotion he has for you. The same man that promised you the world is now promising a life, a new life who is going to be the perfect combination of both you and him.

“What’chu mean?” You feign ignorance just for the sake of hearing those words coming out of his mouth again. And as you try to say some more teasing words, you can feel the way his thrusts get rougher as if trying to make a statement. The statement being that he wouldn’t stop until you get pregnant.

“You know what I mean…” He is huffing by now, letting out a grunt as he utters those words. “Wanna get you nice and full.”

Ultimately, your dreams are the same as his. So you allow him to transform this dream of his into his—your—reality now.

“Yeah?” You say through your teeth, trying not to whimper from the fact that his cock is reaching so deep into you.

“Yeah.” He groans, his sticky forehead never leaving yours as he looks into your eyes and your dazed-out expression. “You’re gonna look so goddamn beautiful as a momma.”

Out of desperation to fuck you even deeper, he brings your legs to his shoulders, just like he previously did when he was eating you out. But this time, it is an attempt to let his dick mark your womb.

It is his mission to one day see a positive test. It’s his mission to show his devotion to his princess and the now-future mother of his children. He’d never stop looking at the telltale of his seed making its home in your body.

He wouldn’t let you do anything besides resting and growing your little miracle. He’d cook, he’d clean, he’d feed you if you ask him to.

“Keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna—fuck—cum…” He effortlessly bends your knees even more, bringing them closer to your chest. “Gonna fill you up until I’m so damn empty.”

He takes advantage of the vulnerable position you’re in to bring a hand to your clit. Rubbing it, he waits for the imminent climax of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess.” He presses his body on top of you, the position allowing him to let out an almost growl against your ear. The sense of purpose that Leon is showing prompts you to finally reach your climax. With a broken voice and your fingernails leaving crescent moons on his back, you coat his dick with your release. A gooey ring forms at the base of his cock every time he pulls in and out of you.

His actions don’t stop there, though. He was so close to spilling right inside you and making his dreams come true. He brings the hand that was previously teasing your clit to your face, brushing away some of your hair that has stuck to your forehead, he looks right into your eyes.

“Fucking love you so much.” He grunts, his deep sea eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to engrave this moment in his mind. To forever remember the time when he finally achieved his dream. “You’ll be the prettiest momma ever.”

Although his thrusts are too much for you to handle and the overstimulation turns into a slight discomfort, the way his hand is gently caressing your cheek—a juxtaposition of his determined attempt of marking you— makes you melt on the spot.

And especially since the cold feeling of his wedding ring reminds you of the amazing man you married.

“I'm cumming.” He warns you as his thrusts get sloppy and without rhythm. He's seeing stars at this moment, every time he plunges his dick into you he reaches the sky. And at last, with the way his breath gets laboured and heavy, it announces his high coming.

The head of his dick spurts rope after rope of cum into you, the angle you are in makes it easier for it not to drip out of you. He wouldn’t allow a drop of his seed to go to waste.

You feel the warm and thick liquid filling your insides, proof of Leon’s actions and therefore fulfilled wish. For a moment, you stay there letting his weight crush you and your bent legs.

After a while, he slowly slips out of you, carefully placing your legs on the ground. You feel the grass blades tickling your calves where Leon’s shirt doesn’t reach.

Leon rests his arm next to your head, admiring the dazed-out expression you have after letting him fill you.

“Hey…” He murmurs before letting out a soft chuckle.

“Hi you.” You respond with a smile amidst the exhaustion that is running through your veins. “We really just did that.”

“Yeah…” In his eyes, you can observe how much love he has for you and how eager he is to know if this one dream will be a reality.

With his free hand, he grabs yours and places soft pecks on your knuckles.

“Are you okay?” He once again speaks, now making sure you are alright.

“More than okay.”

He gives your knuckles one last kiss before he lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head while doing so.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You ask.

“Nothing…” He shakes his head once again. “It's just that… I may have some dad jokes already prepared.”

“Shut up, Leon.”

You couldn’t wait to know if your dreams were achieved by this act. You couldn’t wait to see if your life could get even better than this. And especially, you couldn’t wait to experience being a family.

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sweets3rial · 3 months

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sunlight kisses and featherlight touches

inspired by this request

re2!leon x fem!reader

summary: leons kindness has always been abused. in so many eyes, he's still a naive rookie who doesn't know better. he figures his life would always be that way until he met you...the barista who worked at the smoothie place down the street from his base.

tags: tooth-rotting fluff, a little post re2, non-canon, leon is hopelessly in love, krauser mentioned, mentions of bruises and scars, over worried reader, friends to lovers (?), established relationship, promise rings, virginity loss, insecure reader/reassuring leon, smut, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, no protection (wrap it b4 you tap it ya'll)

word count: 5.8k (srry i got carried away)

there was one word to describe him. he was simply a gentleman, kind and soft. his manners were sharp as a knife and he knew how to take orders like any other good cop. though, his kindness and sweet smile were looked down upon.

others figured him weak and easy to step on, but in a way he was. he hated talking back, and he hated disappointing people, that’s why he always put himself on the line for others. which is how he got a bullet scar on his left shoulder. he is willing to do that just because that’s how he was raised.

but when is he going to start putting himself before others?

when is he going to forget the hole that is left in his heart?

it was you. you were the answer to his every question. his every doubt and his every want. the minute your eyes met his baby blue ones there was an instant connection. he had a small cut on his cheek and another on his lip.

you smiled up at him with a gleam in your eyes, leaning over the counter enthusiastically as you greeted him to take down his order. Leon didn’t really favor fruity drinks but he began to like them because of you. well, he only got them to see you.

over a few weeks, he slowly memorized your work schedule at the small cafe and would walk in at the beginning of your shift. you’d greet him with the same smile every time, you knew his order by heart, and you knew the sound of his footsteps by memory.

slowly, he was beginning to make more time in his day to go and see you. his visits were prolonged, he’d take his drink and go to sit down in the corner of the small cafe just so he could watch you work.

he’d lean his head onto his hand, slowly sipping away at the smoothie in his hands as he watched you bounce around. every now and then, you would trail your gaze back over to him and shoot him a warm smile.

seeing him sitting there watching you intently made your heart flutter but it also made you terribly nervous. you were constantly fixing your hair and checking in your pocket mirror to make sure you looked okay for the blonde in the corner.

you tried so hard not to look at him so often but how could you? he was looking at you so deeply with those blue eyes of his. he sat right by the large window, where the sun could perfectly cascade down onto him.

his blonde hair would begin to glow on his head like an angel's halo, shadows cast down onto his sharp features, and the sun glinting off his perfectly white teeth. how can anyone be so beautiful?

at the end of your shift, he’d walk you home. ignoring the ache in his muscles with each step. there he goes again, risking his health for someone. but it wasn’t just anyone, it was you. he was willing to walk beside you even if his legs were broken.

but his winces of pain didn’t escape your ears.

“Leon, are you hurt?” you asked him, stopping in your tracks and placing two hands on his shoulders. he shook his head, his blonde hair sweeping over his forehead.

“no, no, i’m fine just sore.” he shot you a smile to reassure you but you weren’t convinced.

it’s not like you couldn’t see the bruises on his skin when he’d walk in or the new cuts appearing on his arms and face every other week. you were worried. who in God's name was hurting him like that?

you’ve asked a few times but he shrugged it off with excuses like, ‘i was wrestling with my friend’’, the neighbor's cat got to him’, or ‘he fell’. when in reality he was being trained to become one of the best government agents of all time.

“i don’t believe you, sit.” you demanded him. he shook his head, refusing.

“no, i have to take you home.”

you shoved him onto the bench behind you two, being sure not to hurt him.

“no, i’ll get us a taxi that’ll take us both home.”

he reached out for you, taking hold of your wrist before you could walk away to wave down a taxi. he brought you close to him, spreading his legs so you could step between him. you stayed silent, looking down into his eyes and now you could finally see it.

the pain he’s been hiding for so long. your heart ached at the look in his eyes, one you’ve never seen before. he was tired and deeply hurt, you don’t know what and you didn’t bother to ask. you just swept the hair from out of his eyes and cupped his cheek.

“okay, just rest.”

his arms wrapped around your waist and he leaned his head into your stomach with a heavy sigh. his muscles were finally relaxed and his heavy eyelids were finally able to close. even if you two were in the middle of a busy street, you didn’t care.

you knew he needed this. you brought your hand to the top of his head, slowly smoothing out his hair down to the back of his neck and then rubbing the nape of his neck to get rid of any tension. he listened to the sound of you taking deep breaths and then letting them out and smiling at the sound of your gurgling stomach.

it was a comforting sound, your touch was comforting as well. if you two weren’t out in the open in the middle of a cold night, he would’ve fallen asleep right then and there. he was very close though.

your touch was so comforting. it wasn’t a punch or a blade. it wasn’t a shove or a kick. it was soft and warm.

“is he alright?”

“yeah, he is! just sleepy.”

your voice was soothing, calm, and welcoming.

it was then that Leon realized that he was very much falling for you. he couldn’t get enough. after walking you home that night, he slept so peacefully back in his small dorm. after that day, his affection became more apparent to you. his touches would linger and his eyes would travel towards your lips.

you’d catch him silently staring at you and the blush on his cheeks rising up from his neck.

it didn’t take you long to catch feelings either. perhaps, the feelings were always there from the very moment you met him. he was always on your mind, you always worried for him, and you missed him when he wasn’t around.

one night, he was walking you home. you both were walking at a very slow pace, neither of you wanting to say your goodbyes yet.

“Leon?” you asked him, turning towards him and looking up into his eyes. you wanted him to know that you were serious.

“what’s up? you okay? you cold?” he was always so sweet, and so caring. it made you all fuzzy inside.

“i’m okay,” you smiled at him, a small laugh slipping past your lips. “it’s just,” you stopped in your tracks which halted his own, he stepped in front of you placing his hands on your forearms and rubbing up and down.

“hey, you okay?”

you stayed quiet and looked up at him, your heart hurt every time you could see a new bruise forming on his face or his neck and arms. you just wanted to kiss his scars away and hug him tight.

“i want you to know that i’m always here for you and that i’m just a call away if you ever need me,”

his hands slowed and paused at your elbows, his eyes went from worry to relief and then to a soft and kind look. slightly widening as his eyebrows upturned.

“i don’t know, who’s giving you all these bruises but i’m here if you need me.” you sighed, rocking from heel to toe.

training was rough. it nearly killed him every day and seeing you were the only good part of his days. but hearing those words from you eased his every worry. he knew he could rely on you but he didn’t want to be a burden.

he never wanted to make you worry about him because you have so many more things to worry about. but you don’t believe that, sure bills and rent are a huge stress but knowing the person you love is in pain is even more of a stab in the heart.

“you don’t have to worry about me,” he smiled, bringing you in for a very much-needed hug. you hugged him back instantly, practically squeezing him with all of your strength.

“but i do,” you spoke, your words muffled into the material of his crew neck.

you looked up at him, digging your chin into his chest. he looked back down at you and his heart was filled with so much love. god, he’s in love.

he made it a goal that once he finished training, he was to ask you out. that he was going to ask you on a nice date.

a steak dinner with wine and smooth jazz. he’d wear his finest suit and you’d wear your most gorgeous dress. he’d hold your hand, look into your eyes, and he'd ask you to be his.

but who knew that the moment he finished training he was set off on his very first mission. he was terrified. again, he was a rookie stepping into an arena so foreign to him.

he had Krauser and others by his side to keep him afloat but it was every man to themselves out here.

he got back home safely, just a dislocated shoulder and a sprained wrist no biggie. so he instantly made his way to your condo, it had to be today.

the week-old flowers sat in the passenger seat of his car, pretty much dead but some were still okay. the box of your favorite chocolates he planned to give you was now warm and probably melted but it had to be today.

you were worried sick. Leon didn’t come to visit you at work few the past few days, you called and texted his cell but no prevail. your messages were unread and your calls went straight to voicemail. you left a dozen of messages.

each one getting more and more panicked. he told you he finished training so where in the hell did he disappear to?

your prayers were answered by multiple rings at your doorbell and a rhythmic knock at your door. you knew it was him, he was the only one that knocked with that tune. you swung the covers off of your lap and ran out of your bedroom, your feet sliding on the hardwood floors.

you were quick to undo the multiple locks on the door before swinging the door open to see him.

you were instantly put at ease at the sight of his face but then you saw a sling on his arm and a cast on his wrist.

“Leon! what happene-“

before you could spit out another word, he brought his good arm from behind his back revealing a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates.

“will you be my girlfriend?” he stammered out, “or would you let me be your boyfriend? um-“

you gave him an answer by throwing yourself at him. wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him close to you, crushing the flowers in the process.

“yes yes! of course i will!” you smiled into his chest. the smell of his cologne brought ease to your heart but you could also smell antiseptic on him which reminded you that he was hurt.

you pulled away and looked up at his face, a bandage covering a cut on his cheek and his lip swollen from a cut.

“my god! what happened to you?” you cupped his cheek, swiping your thumb over the small bandage.

you led him inside, frantically taking the flowers and chocolates from him and placing them down on the kitchen table. you rushed back over to him, helping him stand upright as he slipped off his shoes.

“i’m sorry to come over so late and to ask you out like that i,” he sighed, “i had a plan, a nice dinner and romance but i had work last minu-“

before he could say another thing, your lips were on his. your lips hit his teeth at first but once he got a motion of what was going on he was quick to reciprocate. he sighed into your lips and instantly melted into your embrace.

his lips were soft and warm, you could feel his cut now scabbed up brushing against your bottom lip but you didn’t care. you’ve waited for this moment for so so long.

you both pulled away with a slow smack and you kept your hand on his cheek, “dinner or not, you’re all i need.” you said to him with a smile.

you were overwhelmed with so many emotions. both sadness and happiness. you were sad that he was hurt but you were happy he was here. even though he should be resting instead of hauling his ass to your doorstep.

“thank you,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours again. he could get used to this, kissing you and holding you close. he could get used to your kindness and care, finally you see him for him.

that night he told you a fraction of why he had so many bruises, how he was training to become something big and how he finally went out onto his first mission.

and you learned throughout the first few months of your relationship that this was a regular thing. his missions were tough but you knew he was strong, you knew he would always come back to you and he knew that you’d be waiting there with open arms.

Leon made sure to spoil you, with flowers every time he came over, and your favorite snacks. simple date nights that consisted of takeout and movies. it was the small things that counted for you.

you always told him you never needed fancy dinners and the best luxurious clothes and shoes. all you needed was him.

you made him feel special and more than he thought he was capable of feeling.

though tonight was special. you come home to all your lights off and the smell of vanilla wafting in the air.

“Leon?” you called out, placing the bags of groceries down on the kitchen table. a flickering orange light brought you to the living room and you were shocked to see that the fireplace had been lit, the coffee table had been moved, and replaced with a large blanket.

pillows and candles, snacks and food, and especially Leon.

he stood in the middle of the room, looking at you with a large smile on his face.

“babe, what is this?” you smiled at him, your cheeks aching.

“happy six-month anniversary baby,” he chuckled, walking over to you.

he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a deep and passionate kiss, cupping your jaw and holding you close, slowly swaying you back and forth in his hold. your knees went weak at his touch and at the feeling of his tongue slotting with yours.

you pulled away, biting down on your lip as you looked at the scenery in front of you.

the fireplace gave the room a romantic aura, the hues of orange and red along with the cracking of fire wood and the whipping of high flames. the candles were your favorite scent, wafting in the air around you along with the smell of chinese takeout and chocolate covered strawberries.

“oh honey,” you looked back over to him, smiling at him with your eyes. god you could marry him right now. “i thought you had work today,” you gasped at him, swatting his chest playfully.

he rocked you back and forth, leaning down and touching his nose with yours, “i lied, i’m sorry baby.”

“mmm,” you hummed before placing a kiss onto his lips, “i forgive you.”

he lead you over into the middle of the blanket, guiding you to sit down and take a look at all the little small gifts he prepared for you.

a record of your favorite album from your favorite artists. little small gummies. a new pair of fluffy socks. a few hair accesories. and a velvet box.

you looked over at him, trembling with anticipation.

“open it!” he chuckled, growing impatient and snuggling into your side, watching you intently as you opened it. inside was a small ring paired with a chain.

“it’s a promise ring,” he slowly took the box from you and slid the ring out from its wedge.

“i promise to be your love forever, i promise to treat you right, i promise to be loyal and faithful,” he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit.

he took your ring measurement one night when you were sleeping.

“i promise to be the perfect boyfriend to you and future husband,” he smiled, his eyes looking into yours as he placed a kiss over the cold ring that was slowly being warmed up by your body heat.

"and lastly, i promise to forever be yours."

your heart was filled with so much love, you couldn’t express it into words how thankful you were for him. he was a gentlemen. even if he was hurt, his muscles sore and bruises decorating his fair skin, he made sure to walk you home.

even with his busy schedule and demanding job, he made time for you and your relationship.

“i love you,” you told him. it was your first time ever saying those words to him, it took you long enough but you’re here now.

“i love you so much more,” he tackled you down onto the floor with a deep kiss, teeth clashing into each other and noses squishing together. you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him close to you.

there was much more to this kiss, much more than passion and drive. there was hunger and longing. his hands trailed underneath your his crewneck, caressing your sides. you arched into his touch, opening your mouth to him and giving him permission to run his tongue over yours.

you moaned at his taste, the taste of sweet and tangy strawberry and you felt hot underneath his touch. but then he pulled away.

“i’m sorry, i got a little ahead of myself,” he laughed nervously as he pressed his forehead against yours. you licked your lips and shook your head.

“it’s okay, i’m … i’m ready.” you whispered to him.

you watched his adams apple bob as he gulped a lump down his throat. you two have been putting off sex for so long all because he didn’t want to hurt you and you were scared at first. but now, you’re sure.

you knew in your heart and in your soul that Leon was the one. he’s patient and loving, he’s never once overstepped your boundaries or made you feel like complete shit.

“are you sure? i don’t … i don’t want to hurt you.” he whispered to you, reaching up to cup your cheek.

“i’m sure,” you squirmed beneath him a bit, “i want it.”

he nodded his head, “i don’t know if i’ll last long,” he said with a breathy laugh.

you reassured him by shaking your head, “that’s fine, i just want you.”

“okay.”

he was excited but also very cautious. his kisses were slow and tender, his touch gentle and soft. his hands made their way back up under your sweatshirt and he practically moaned into your mouth when he could feel you had no bra on.

he tested the waters by sliding a finger over your erect nipple, eliciting a small moan from the back of your throat. his cock jumped at the way you struggled to kiss him back.

his slow touched were setting you off, they felt so good and your whole entire body ached for him.

his hand left your breast, and he pulled away from your lips.

“i’m going to take this off now, is that okay?” he was out of breath, breathing heavily onto your mouth and looking only at your face.

you nodded, heart thrumming in your chest at the feeling of his fingers toying with the hem of your sweatshirt.

“i’m going to need your words, babe.”

“you can take it off.”

he nodded, slowly lifting the hem of your sweatshirt over your head, lazily throwing it to the side and onto the couch behind you two. when he looked back down you were covering your breasts with one arm while you were propped up on the other.

there was a blush on your cheeks and your eyes were avoiding his. part of the reason you were scared to have sex with Leon was because you were afraid he wasn’t going to like it or like you.

your body wasn’t perfect and certainly wasn’t like a supermodel. you had stretchmarks and cellulite.

“hey,” he sighed out, leaning back over you. he placed a hand onto your arm, slowly rubbing his calloused finger over your skin.

“sorry,”

“no, don’t be sorry.” he placed a kiss on your lips, short but sweet. “you’re beautiful okay? you don’t ever have to hide yourself from me.”

you smiled up at him and nodded slowly as you removed your arm from over your chest. he didn’t look at the way your breasts bounced, instead, he just looked deeply into your eyes, soothing you with his soft ones.

he leaned down into your ear, whispering the words, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

he placed a kiss below your ear and shivers ran down your body and fire ignited in your stomach. his kisses continued down your neck, his lips lightly sucking onto your skin to create little purple hickeys on your skin.

you writhed underneath him, grinding yourself down onto his thigh slotted between your legs, you needed more.

your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, pushing him closer to your skin and silently begging for more.

testing the waters a bit, he scraped his teeth along your collarbone earning a small gasp from you.

“does that feel okay?”

“harder.”

“yes ma’am,”

he did it again, biting down a bit harder and something deep inside you relished in the sting and also in the fact that he was marking you as his.

he continued to venture down your body, placing a soft kiss to your pebbled nipple. you liked that, a lot. his other hand worked with kneading your left breast while his mouth placed soft kisses on the other.

“Leon, stop teasing me.” you arched your back, pushing your chest further against his lips. he chuckled against your skin, before running his tongue over your nipple and bringing it in between his lips.

he gave it a soft suck earning a small moan to leave your lips and your thighs to clench around his own.

he stood up onto his knees, leaving your tit with a pop. he reached for the hem of his own shirt and brought it over his head. his beauty never failed to amaze you, chiseled muscle and veins. braodness and brood.

such a gentle face and such a godly body.

he leaned back down over you, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. he needed you now more than ever, he was filled with more than just love for you but also deep hunger and eagerness.

you itched for more of him, you knew he was being careful but you wanted more. you trusted Leon with your heart, body, and soul. you were willing to give yourself to him completely.

you moaned into his mouth, loving the way he tasted and the heat of his kiss. dominating you, taking control, guiding you.

your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. you never knew you could crave someone so much as you crave Leon. you wanted more, more than he could possibly give you. his fingers played with the hem of your shorts, his eyes asking permission to take them off.

you nodded up at him with a gleam in your eyes. god he was beautiful.

how could someone look so angelic, speak so elegantly, touch so softly, and love so purely?

Leon wanted to cherish you. you were his first, he didn’t want to hurt you or make you hate him. he wanted to remember this night forever, tonight he wanted to give himself completely to you. he didn’t want to hide anymore.

the hole that was left in his heart was no longer there because of you. his scars were healed and he could never be so thankful.

you kicked off your shorts and your panties, now completely bare to him. even then, he didn’t let his eyes travel away from yours. those blue orbs of his spoke for him and soothed your every insecurity.

you were aching for him, your cunt fluttered with need and your body itched to feel him.

“let me know if you want to stop,” he said placing a kiss over your collarbone.

“just say the words and i’ll stop,” he whispered huskily against your tit. you shook your head, eagerly watching as he made his way down your stomach with wet, open-mouthed kisses.

you didn’t want him to stop, your stomach was doing flips with every kiss he placed on your skin and you felt light-headed.

when his two calloused fingers made their way through your wet folds, shivers ran up your spine and your walls clenched around nothing. he was slowly testing the waters, rubbing over your clit gently as he kissed your abdomen.

he looked up into your eyes, noticing the way your hips would buck when he focused on the small swollen bud. he circled his two fingers over your clit, watching you stutter to take a breath in.

“more,” you breathed out.

he moved his fingers away, prodding at your fluttering hole while his lips traveled down to kiss over your clit. you sucked in a small breath, looking down at him in between your legs. blonde hair sticking to your sweaty skin and hanging over his eyes.

one of his muscular arms wrapped around your thigh, while the other was positioned between your legs, his fingers working slowly.

“Leon, please…” you sighed, throwing your head back.

he placed one last firm kiss over your clit, “okay, baby, i hear ya'."

he slowly sank his middle finger in between your folds, wet and hot. the slight stretch felt so good and so much bigger compared to yours. he curled his finger against your g-spot as his tongue flicked over your clit.

and god, he was addicted right then and there. sweet and salty with a bit of tang, he moaned into your clit as he added another finger inside of you.

your thighs clenched around his head as your fingers pushed him deeper into you. his pace quickened, his fingers now thrusting in and out of you as his tongue flicked at your swollen clit. the wet slick sounds filled his ears along with your deep moans.

you were dripping all over his fingers and tongue. he was beginning to grind his erection into the floor underneath him, his whole entire body was hot and itching with the need to be inside you. he’s never felt this way before, he was eager to make you come and even more eager for you to be his first.

to see you stretched out for him with his name dripping like honey off of your lips.

“more, please…” you moaned out to him. he was quick to obey, flattening his tongue over your cut and slowly flicking his tongue at your entrance.

“that okay?”

you nodded quickly, your insides were begging for more.

he slowed down, reminding you to use your words. “yes! yes! that’s okay.”

his tongue was hot and felt like heaven inside of you, lewd wet noises paired with the whines of his name. his arms came around your thighs again, holding your hips down as he eagerly fucked his tongue inside of you.

wet and sloppy is how he’d describe it, but he was in heaven. he loved being suffocated by your thighs and your cunt, he could die just like this. he moaned into your heat, his own eyes rolling into the back of his head at the very taste of you.

your legs began to tremble and the aching feeling inside your stomach was only getting tighter. you wanted to feel him, you wanted to feel him stretch you and touch those deepest parts inside of you. you were ready to fully give yourself to him.

you were shy at first, scared even but now you were sure.

you tugged on his hair, prompting him to stop.

“you okay? is it too much?”

you shook your head, pulling him up towards you, “i need you.” you breathed out to him. he felt like the air in his lungs had been taken away, he couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think either. hearing you say those words, with half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, did something to him.

he nodded, gulping a lump down his throat. he prayed to the gods above that he wasn’t going to finish the moment he slid himself inside of you. he prayed he was good enough.

“okay,”

you eagerly brought him down to your lips, sucking on his already swollen bottom lip. he tasted like you and something about you kissing him right after he ate you out was so incredibly hot to him. he held himself above you as his other hand went to work his sweats off of his legs.

you were trembling with excitement, so much to the point you were struggling to kiss him back. being so close to him like this, your sweaty bodies sticking together and the smell of sex in the air, it was heaven on earth.

a shiver shook through you as he pressed his length in between your folds, “oh my god,”

he was thick and heavy, you could feel the heat radiating off his cock and onto your clit. it was glorious.

he slowly began to grind his hips into you, the tip of his cock pushing up against your clit in the most gentle way. it earned him a moan of his name, slipping from your lips and directly into his ear.

he groaned above you, his eyebrows scrunching together and sucking the taste of you off his bottom lip. he looked down at where your bodies met, admiring the way your cunt lubricated his dick. oh yeah, he’s not going to last long.

he looked back up at you, to see you looking where he was. your lips agape, sucking in small breaths, and your eyebrows upturned in pleasure.

“you okay?”

“yeah, it’s just …. intimidating.”

he chuckled at your choice of words, leaning down and placing a deep, slow kiss on your lips. he pulled away, placing his forehead to yours, “let me know if it’s too much, okay?”

you nodded, lacing his fingers with yours as his other went to grab the base of his cock. carefully, he pressed his tip into you, his shoulders shuddering as he slowly sank into your heat. you were so wet and hot it was driving him crazy.

you back arched into him as he slowly sank into you, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open in a gasp. it stung but felt so good.

“oh my god, you’re amazing,” he gasped onto your lips, “so gorgeous,” he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

his hips flushed against yours, and finally, he was buried deep inside of you, kissing your cervix with his dripping tip. you could feel him everywhere, in your heart, your mind, and your soul. you looked into his eyes, your legs trembling and your walls clenching.

“please, move.” you begged him.

he nodded, he was still composing himself, trying to keep himself from coming right there and then. but slowly, his hips began to thrust. pulling out and sinking back in with a slow and languid pace. each thrust of his cock got less and less painful.

and it wasn’t long until he was thrusting at a steady pace and you were moaning loudly into the air. your nails sunk into the skin of his shoulders, dragging down his back to leave red lines all over his pale skin.

“fuck!” you whined.

he brought his free hand to your thigh, guiding it around his waist. his thigh moved to press down on your other leg, spreading you open for him — allowing him to fuck you deeper. your eyes shot open at the feeling of him hitting you deeper and your breath stuttered.

he was so good, so perfect, everything you’ve ever wanted.

“god Leon, that’s so good,” you moaned up to him.

you were like a dream, this didn’t feel real to him but oh it was so real. you were all he’s ever wanted in a beautiful human form. everyone has abused his kindness, he was always a rookie who didn’t know better.

to everyone in his life. all his past relationships, whether it was romantic or friendship, he spent sacrificing his goodwill. but you brought his smile back, you healed his scars, and filled the holes in his heart. you saw more than a rookie. you saw him for him.

that’s why he means it when he says:

“i love you,” his voice came out in a small moan. his abdomen was tight and he was struggling to hold on. "oh, i'm close"

“me too,” you told him. he nodded, bringing the hand on your thigh over to your swollen clit. rubbing slowly and putting just the right amount of pressure.

you clenched around his throbbing cock, moaning out his name as your back arched off the ground. he took this chance to bring your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

you snapped, stars danced behind your eyes and the pressure inside of you finally ruptured. he wasn’t far behind, groaning out your name and then sinking himself deep into you to paint your walls with his hot seed.

his dick jumped and kicked inside of you, his muscles taut and his hand squeezing around your own.

both of you took a minute to catch your breaths, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily and holding you so tight. your legs were wrapped around his hips, keeping his nestled inside of you, he’s never felt so safe in your embrace like this.

“that was … amazing,” he spoke in between hot breaths. you chuckled, placing a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

he pulled away from the crook of your neck, looking up at you with every emotion swimming in the pools of his eyes.

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

(divider creds to @saradika ,, photos off of pinterest)

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