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gloriaregalisblood · 10 months

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Angel for him

Warning: gentle reader; age difference; headcannons

Like a little girl who needs constant care. Leon's heart skips a couple of beats when he sees you looking like a little angel.

Somehow you reminded him of Ashley, although there were significant differences between you. Starting from appearance ending with character. But Leon finds himself unable to take his eyes off you.

You're like his princess while Leon himself associates himself with some villain who has his eye on you.

It's hard to have a casual conversation with you, but Leon finds a way to do it in the bookstore where you often go. Just strike up a casual conversation recommending you some kind of detective that you later buy.

Leon will unobtrusively ask about your name and shake your thin palm that looks so cute in his hand. His skin is a little rough and rough from the constant use of weapons, but yours is too tender.

He likes to accompany you home, because he is so calm that no one will harm you. Perhaps he will allow himself to touch your back when he says goodbye to you at the threshold of your apartment/house.

He will make compliments on purpose so that you will be embarrassed. He likes the blushing look of your face and the way you tuck a strand behind your ear, looking away after a compliment.

He's a real gentleman. He will not molest, say obscenities while you are just building a relationship, or strain you in any other way. Leon needs you to feel comfortable with him.

Small gifts in the form of souvenirs? Leone likes to see your smile on his face when he hands you the keychain he bought on his way home from a mission. Just a sign of attention to you on a weekday. Later it will be books, outfits, jewelry. Leon loves to give his angel gifts and feel how your hands close around his neck as a sign of gratitude.

The closer you get, the more he becomes attached to you. He likes to lie with you on the couch with the sound of the TV. He doesn't care what you're watching, whether it's a stupid show or a snotty melodrama. Leon will probably just take a quiet nap holding you in his arms.

He loves to bury his nose in your hair.

At night, he likes to hold your body to him. He has big problems with sleep since the days of Raccoon City, so he will just warm you up periodically by kissing your temple, cheek, neck or shoulder. Your serene sleeping appearance calms him down. Leon will sort through the strands of your hair while you sleep, glad that an angel like you paid attention to him.

Coffee or tea in bed? no problem

Leon likes it when you take his stuff. In fact, you look so cute in things that are too big for you. He just can't help but flirt with you.

This man just loves your hair. He will gently touch them constantly looking for different excuses: to do a head massage after a hard day; to help unravel a complicated hairstyle; a joint shower is what Leon loves most.

"My little angel", "Sweetheart", "Bunny", "Sexy", "Sweet girl" are the nicknames that he will call you and very rarely by name.

He has a difficult job that he hates to talk about. To return to your arms is like a blessing from above. Your concern for him puts him in order a little. Leon is even touched by how light and cute it has become in his apartment from all these souvenirs and soft blankets. It's like you filled his apartment with your warmth.

It follows that he will never be rude to you. Especially during sex. He will quickly study all your preferences and will be happy to experiment with your permission, but he knows on a subconscious level exactly what not to offer and what not to do if he wants to be with you.

All those pastel pajamas of yours make him smile. Of course, he knows that you have sexy underwear, but seeing you so homely causes him some hitherto forgotten feeling. It's a pretty nice feeling.

Do you have a decorative rabbit or an affectionate cat as a pet? Leon is not a big fan of pets, but he will allow you to take the pet with you when you move in with him.

However, he will have to pay more attention to ensure that your animals do not accidentally fall under his feet. Leon doesn't want to be the cause of your tears at all.

He's a fan of your cooking (if you know how to cook), if not, then it's not a problem for him. He's being paid too well to handle this little nuisance.

Do you have some kind of chronic disease? Leon will regularly take you to the doctor for examinations and buy you medications if you need them constantly. If you just accidentally picked up a cold or another illness, Leon becomes paranoid who will surround you with his care and a good doctor.

Most likely, he will be a little afraid of your age difference at first, but only because he is worried that you will feel uncomfortable with him. Leon doesn't have much free time and he is often not aware of current trends, but he is ready to listen to you when you tell him about something new and incomprehensible to him.

When he has a vacation, Leon will offer you to go somewhere with him. He does not mind lying all day both in the hotel room and in actively visiting all the excursions and facilities that interest you.

If you go somewhere together Leon always holds your hand. He will not show emotions, but he needs to know that everything is fine with you and you are not lost anywhere in the crowd.

Do you have any phobias? Leon is ready to protect you from any of your fears. Spiders, snakes, fear of heights or something else, but Leon is always ready to pick you up or just kill your fear (if it's an insect).

And comfort if it has brought you to tears for some reason.

You're his greatest asset, which he wants to protect from all the shit that comes across in his work. In his understanding, you are too pure and innocent to see this live, so Leon will never talk about his missions.

In fact, this guy dreams of a family and if you accidentally get pregnant, it will certainly scare him and make him worry, but he will not blame you for anything. In fact, he will do everything to protect you and the baby, and he is most likely the man who does not want you to have an abortion, at least without discussing it with him.

But in general, Leon is a supporter of safe sex.

He feels that he is responsible for you.

He is always on your side when it comes to any conflicts between you and a third party. Even if you are wrong. He will not allow you to insult or humiliate, but at home he will try to gently convey his point of view, which may not coincide with yours.

It will allow you to carry out beauty procedures on yourself. In fact, he likes it, he just doesn't talk about it and he will even remind you to put that white bandage on his head so as not to dirty his hair. It looks funny especially if he's waiting for one of your face masks to dry on his skin.

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strawberrysnoopy · 18 days

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me in c.ai when Leon says he was a hungry man, and he needs to be well fed. (he was talking about eating my pussy holy shit)

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the-gentlemans-pirate · 1 year

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oh leon

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leonsfiancee · 6 months

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a break. - leon s. kennedy.

Leon is a very determined agent. He successfully handles all of his missions, though it’s hard, he still manages to complete them without mistakes. While on a mission, you realize how hard he works and you offer to relax him for a bit..

leon kennedy x female reader

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“You know, it’s a good time to take a break.” You said to him. He shook his head slightly, his blue eyes focused on the gun in his hand as he sat in the chair. You sighed, leaning against the table. You could see his hair covering his forehead, making you want to gently brush it off.

You could remember the first time you met him. He looked so young and innocent, but now he seemed a little more tired, determined. It pained to see him so stressed, you wanted to relieve him, even if it was for a moment.

You watched him as he continued to reload the gun, not saying a word. His lips were curved into a frown, and his eyes looked so tired. You walked closer to him, gently touching his shoulder.

He quickly snapped his head towards you, looking up. You gave him a smile, his eyes staring at you in shock. He looked down and then back at you, his mouth ajar. “We should keep going. We can rest once we finish the mission. It's important that we stay focused. We can't afford to waste any more time."

You looked at him, not wanting to let go of him. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, it hurt your heart to see him this way. You took a step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You leaned in close to him, your chest pressed against his. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place. You could feel his heartbeat speed up, his body tense. “No, no, no, we shouldn't... Not right now." He tried to protest, his voice hoarse.

"I think that's exactly what we should do, Leon." You whispered in his ear, your fingers gently stroking his hair. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. It felt good, and his body needed it but his mind kept screaming at him, telling him that this wasn't the right thing to do. He couldn't just stop working, even for a moment.

He was too busy. His life wasn't meant for him to relax. He was always fighting and risking his life, doing what needed to be done. That's what his job was about. He couldn't allow himself to enjoy things. He couldn't afford to be distracted.

His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek. He could feel his face heat up, his breathing getting heavy. You were so close to him. Your body pressed against his. He could feel your warm breath on his skin, making him shiver.

He opened his eyes, looking into yours. Your gaze was soft and caring. You graze your thumb against his cheek, smiling.

"Please, Leon. Let me make you feel better." You pleaded with him, your hand cupping his chin.

"I..." He started, his voice shaky. You slowly go down, sitting on his lap. He gulps, his body tensing.

"Just a little break. That's all." You cooed, brushing your nose against his. He feels you tugging at his pants, pulling them down.

He gasps, grabbing your hands, stopping you. "No, no. D-dont..." He says, his voice low.

"Come on, Leon. It's just a break." You insist, leaning in closer to him. You take out his member, slowly stroking him.

"We shouldn't... I can't..." He whispers, “fuckk.. please.."

You smile, leaning in closer to his face, kissing him softly. He lets out a soft moan, his hands resting on your hips.

You continue stroking him, his breath becoming heavy. "We'll only have a few minutes." You tell him, moving your hand faster. He groans, his hips bucking forward.

"Oh god." He moans, his hands tightening around your hips. You feel his grip getting tighter, his cock twitching in your hand. "Please..." He whispers, his body trembling.

"You want me to stop?" You ask, your hand moving faster.

"N-no." He breathes out, his head falling back. "Oh god, please don't stop..I-I don’t care anymore, j-just don't stop."

You smile, leaning forward, kissing his neck. You slowly move up, sucking on his earlobe. He moans, his head resting against the back of the chair. You come back down and kiss his tip, “Mm, Leon.."

You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around it. He moans loudly, his hips bucking forward. His eyes roll to the back of his head, his body trembling.

You move down, taking him completely into your mouth. He lets out a loud groan, his body shaking. You feel his hands squeezing your hips, his nails digging into your skin.

"O-oh my god..." He groans, his whole body trembling.

You bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his tip. He lets out a long, loud moan, his hands gripping your hair tightly.

"O-oh... fuck!" He cries, his hips thrusting up, his cum spilling into your mouth. You swallow, licking your lips.

"Mmm..." You hum, moving your head up and down, slowly milking him. He was too sensitive, his body twitching and trembling.

"O-o-..oh..fuck..n-no..n-n-no more.." He moans, his hands leaving your hair and grabbing your shoulders.

"Are you sure? It seemed like you really liked it." You tease, smirking.

"No, no..don't.." He breathes out, his body shaking.

You pull away, looking up at him. “Okay..." You say, smirking.

"O-oh.." He whimpers, his body relaxing. You quickly pull his pants up for him, smiling. His eyes were closed, in that moment, he wanted to stay in it forever.

You stood up, fixing yourself and looked down at him. He was completely exhausted, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy.

"How do you feel now?" You ask, smirking.

He lets out a shaky sigh, "I feel amazing."

You lean down, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Good. Now, let's get back to work."

Leon nodded, his cheeks turning pink. “R-right..yeah.” He sighed, still trying to collect himself.

"I told you that you would feel better after." You chuckled.

"Y-yeah..thanks." He says, his cheeks burning red.

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a/n: idk 😭

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hhshio · 5 months

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aeon doodles 🫶

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ladyxnocturnal · 1 year

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His Birthday Surprise

Leon Kennedy X Fem Reader

Summary: It is Leon Kennedy’s Birthday and decided to set him a little small birthday party with Chris and the rest of the crew. But little did he knew, you had a little birthday gift for him.. Congratulations Dad!!

{A/N: I decided to write little something that’s wholesome for a little change! This idea came across my head so fast it’s so cute! Enjoy! 🥹💞 also I’m sorry if my writing isn’t good today I’m very tired LOL and it might be short I’m sorry :((}

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You did it all. You made sure every plan was set just perfectly for your husband’s special day. Every year you went all out with yourself to set the perfect party for your husband. Leon would always tell you that you didn’t have to do such a thing but you insisted in every way. Leon was special to you, you wanted him to feel special in every moment or way or to even show him how he really means to you. You loved seeing him happy and loved.

The plan was set out very perfectly, like usual every year. Never forgetting to invite Chris and Claire. You didn’t want to mess things up for your husband’s special day. You even had a surprise in the waiting you were dying to already spill out but you just couldn’t yet. When it gets to gifts, you knew you had to save your last. You didn’t even tell Chris and Claire this big surprise you had for Leon. You knew Leon wanted this and you even wanted this to happen in the future. You both tried for months but it was hard to go through. But you made sure that you were positive with the doctors if you’re pregnant. Becoming a parent is going to big responsibility but you were so excited to carry your lovers child to raise, to care, and love. You could already imagine Leon’s reaction, replaying it in your mind was making a smile plaster onto your face.

Leon was wondering around the kitchen to look at those cute decorations you hung around the place. So many balloons scattered over the floor, the banner reading ‘Happy Birthday Leon!’,, cussing him to chuckle for how adorable this was of you. He noticed you standing with a smile on your face, in your little own world which made him confused for a moment, heading over to you to wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you in to him for a sweet embrace.

“You okay there sweetheart? What’s on your mind?” His voice was smooth like butter from how deep it was. You hummed sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Oh- Yes! I’m okay, I’m just- making sure everything is just set and perfect that’s all.” You quickly thought of an excuse to hide your excitement for your surprise later on. Leon chuckled, pressing his lips against yours lovingly, looking deep into your eyes.

“Everything is all perfect like always. You really out did yourself again this year, you really didn’t have to do this you know?” When he said that you poured like some child, shaking your head. “Lee, I don’t wanna hear it! I love doing this, I love you and it’s your special day! You can’t stop me.” You huffed, your eyes lighting up from that pout you put on which made your husband smile from adorable you really are.

God he loved you so much, he was so happy that he made the best decision in his life to spend of the rest of his life with you. You were just perfection in his eyes, how did he get so lucky with you? “Alright Alright, if you really say so sweetheart.”

Just in time, you heard a knock on the door which made you perk up with joy, rushing to the door to see Chris and Claire outside the door frame. You smiled as you allowed them to come in, Claire walking in first empty handed but poor Chris, Carrying gifts that reached to the height of his head.

“You can just set the gifts over there Chris, did Claire make you carry things again?” You laughed a bit, helping him out to the table to place the gifts down. “You bet. But it’s okay really, I’m used to all of this shit anyways” he chuckled, helping you out with the gifts but turned his head to face Leon. “Happy Birthday Leon, how’s the old age?” He teased causing Leon to chuckle and play along “I’m not THAT old Chris, you’re getting old too you know but thanks.”

You went over to the counter to pick up a party hat to place over Leon’s Head, smiling with delight. “There we go, Party hat for the birthday boy!” You chimed from satisfaction.

Leon looked down at you, grinning. “Is this really necessary?”

“Of course it is! It’s important.” You clapped your hands with that sweetness tone in your voice.

Claire laughed as she let a pat on Leon’s back. “Wow, that party hat doesn’t suit you at all Leon but it is your birthday anyways.” She smiled, turning to you. “Shall we get to the cake so the birthday boy can blow out the candles?”

You couldn’t even agree more, nodding as you took Claire with you to get the candles to place on top of the cake. “Say chris, you have a lighter don’t you?” Chris immediately tossed you his lighter which you thankfully caught just in time, lighting up the candles on the cake.

“There we go! Time to sing happy birthday!”

All of you surrounded the cake, starting off to sing Happy Birthday, Leon blowing out the candles.

“What did you wish for Leon?” Chris asked as he patted onto Leon’s shoulder. “A car.” He joked which caused Chris to laugh. “You don’t need one for how bad to reckless drive.”

Claire rolled her eyes with a laugh. “I agree, you don’t need a car Leon. But let’s have cake now! I can’t wait any longer.”

With that being said, the all of you enjoyed slice of cake. Talking about the slightest little things. All of you even played some bits of party games to bring more of the enjoyment to Leon’s birthday party. Seeing Leon having fun and happy was the most you all wanted and spending time with Chris and Claire. Now, it was time to open gifts and you couldn’t wait till the big surprise you had for your husband.

“Open my first.” Christ suggested, having that confidence strike into his tone.

Leon reached over to the box to tear through the wrapping paper to open up the folds of the cardboard box. “Oh fuck yes. Just what I need.” He pulled up a new leather jacket to show off which made you smile and Claire folding her arms.

“I knew you’d like it, you’re all about the leather shit.” Chris teased with a chuckle, looking over at Claire. “You’re next.”

“I’d say you’ll like my gift even better Leon.” Claire smiled, watching Leon as he picked up Claire’s gift that seemed to be in a very fragile box which made him even more curious. “Interesting..” he spoke to himself as he made sure to open the box carefully to see it was a new handgun which made him gasp like a little kid. “I figured you’d enjoy a new gun.” Claire quickly added, feeling that confidence boost her up.

“It’s actually really nice, thanks claire, I’ll need to use this more often.” Leon placed the hun back into the box to sit to the side carefully. Your excitement now showed out more when it was your turn to give your lovers surprise gift. But you also felt nervous for his reaction, you knew it wouldn’t be bad at all. You both wanted this for a long time now and now it’s the perfect time. “Now it’s my turn.” You giggled as you never took your eyes off of Leon.

Leon smiled, taking your gift in his hands to unwrap. He felt puzzled when he pulled out a baby’s onesie, holding it up with a grin. “I don’t think this will fit me..-“ he joked but noticed something else in the box which made his eyes widen from shock. “No fucking way-“ Your smile grew bigger but Chris and Claire was confused. Leon held up your pregnancy test which even made Chris and Claire in shock, looking at you. “You’re? Pregnant?!”

Little beads of tears started to form in your eyes from happiness, nodding in response. Leon jumped out of his seat to pick you up to hold you in a big hug, swaying you around like a rag doll. “I’m going to be a dad! We are going to be parents!” His reaction was just the sweetest thing to ever happen. You giggled, holding onto him tight. “I wanted to tell you sooner but I had to surprise you today.”

Leon pressed his lips against yours over and over, smothering you with his kisses, holding you close to him from how excited he is. “This is the best gift that ever happened to me, I can’t wait to raise a family with you. I love you so much.” Chris chuckled at this sweet moment. “Wow Leon, didn’t know you had it in you. I better be the uncle here.”

Claire shook her head with a laugh, nudging Chris from his jokes. “Let them have this moment, then maybe you’ll be uncle Chris.”

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umintj · 1 year

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★ 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇 4 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙄𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙎 !

por favor, não reposte os icons em outras redes sem créditos;

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hamoujii · 5 months

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Cleon crumbs from the most recent chapter of the Death island manga

(Sorry for the bad quality)

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astraxxei · 4 months

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I’ll make sure to make it simple and not out to much pressure on you, I’ve actually never asked for a request before since I’m mainly writing my own work 🤣 but I guess I’m curious!

Could I get a Leon Kennedy x Male Reader, no apocalypse, but where Leon is a rookie cop and has a huge fat crush on his neighbor but each time he tries to talk to him he gets all shy and flustered and is unable to get the courage to ask him out or talk to him, until his neighbor decides to make the first move instead?

Few free to take your time! No pressure! ∩^ω^∩

❝ PRETTY BOY NEXT DOOR *•.¸♡

Oneshot | requested.

You've heard your neighbors talk about it the past three days since the apartment facing yours was finally sold to someone. You wanted to learn more about it, so you started asking around. You figured that the man was relatively tall and blonde, with blue eyes, since, well, you caught him glancing at you from his balcony while he was in his. You noticed once that he stopped by your door and was about to ring your doorbell before shying away and retreating to his own apartment.

Until one day, you two coincidentally bump into each other while getting out of your apartments. You saw Leon with his police uniform. It was clean and seemed relatively new.

Leon stared at you with a really big blush on his face, unable to place your attractiveness into words. He was just looking at the gorgeous man in front of him, flustered. He reached out a trembling hand to wave at you.

"G- good morning...uh..your...name?"

You smile, feeling the friendly urge to introduce yourself. "I'm y/n. And you are, Leon Scott Kennedy, right? I've heard about you."

Leon becomes all shaky when he hears your voice, it's like he can't contain and stop himself from fainting once he hears your soft and quiet chuckle.

"Oh! Um yeah, I- yes I am, I...have to head to work, it's my first day so uh...b- bye!"

He almost runs off, as you notice his face turning all red. You let out a small laugh.

"What an interesting man."

Later in the evening that day, you sit in your couch, wondering about Leon. You're curious about him, about why he was so shy while talking to you. You almost find his shyness attractive. You smile, thinking about how cute he looks, while being all flustered and it's just clear at this point that it's because of you.

You hear the Uber arrive, late at night, in front of the house facing yours. You peek from your window and see Leon getting out of the car and in his house. Your room lights are open, and you swore that the second he left the car, his gaze immediately turned to your window.

The next morning, your doorbell rings. It's him, and he's standing in front of your door, looking extremely embarrassed. He apologizes for bothering you, and after you say that it's alright, he makes a statement.

"y/n, I have something to tell you."

Your heart freezes. Is this the moment you were waiting for? For him to admit his feelings? You smile at him.

"I- um... I..."

He stops into his tracks. He looks like he's having a panic attack, his face being red all over while he's mumbling to himself, not being able to take his eyes off from your handsome face. You approach him and smile widely at him. Your smile is filled with genuine care, it makes him go crazy inside.

"Leon, I would like to get to know you better. Can you give me your number?"

He freezes. It feels like he's trying to get over the shock from your statement. With a trembling voice, he stutters and starts writing down his number on a small paper.

"Oh! I- oh my- uh...sure!"

You chuckle. Music to his ears. Your smile. He wants to see it every day. He wants to make you happy but he is just too shy to say it.

You decide to take the conversation further.

"I would also like to go out with you, Leon. If that's okay, of course."

You hear a gasp. He cannot believe his ears. Everything he aspired for a week now is coming true. He can't contain his happiness. You see a huge smile form on his flushed face.

"Oh my god, y/n...of course I..of course..."

His voice is filled with genuine happiness and love. He looks into your eyes like he has never seen anything more captivating in his entire existence. He nods at you continuously and speaks to you with the most excited voice ever.

"I- I'll text you later to discuss about our..d- date.."

He says this last word while shaking, like he can't believe it's happening. You smile and reach out to run your fingers ever so slightly across his soft cheek.

"Of course. Have a great day, and take care."

After this encounter, Leon couldn't be happier. And honestly, you couldn't either. You await for his text, prepared to welcome him as the most beautiful chapter of your life.

Author note: I had a lot of fun putting this request into a oneshot, especially since my day hasn't been the best so far and this really made me smile. In the most honest way THANK YOU for making me write this adorable thing. ♡

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angiewuzhere · 11 months

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Can't believe they remove this scene

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strawberrysnoopy · 3 months

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ACT ONE: The Photo Shoot, part one

prologue

summary of the series: for months, leon has been writhing in his bed dreaming of his friend's wife (you). he's been fighting the desperation for months until that one night you bring up a lingerie shoot you've done for a prestigious brand.

summary of this part: recalling the first time you and leon met, you've realized you've been poorly treated by your husband. leon is no different, in a toxic relationship with his wife, ada wong. as the seeds of resentment have begun to germinate, the desire for you grows like a brush fire nearby.

warnings: MENTIONS OF PUKE, BUT NOT ACTUAL PUKING, leon teaches you how to smoke (i don't wanna see no dumb stupid comments about "oh but leon hates smoking", well leon isn't disloyal but here we are), brief use of (adjective) girl (atta girl, good girl, silly girl), praise, mentions of misogyny (not from Leon ofc), awkward, tense ass convos, a fuckton of desc. and a little description, no sex (yet ;) ), cussing, descriptions of fucking, descriptions of masturbation, semi-public masturbation, almost caught masturbating, slight corruption kink (? if you squint), alcohol consumption, use of tobacco, smoking, implied sexual references, etc.

also a/n, writing this as of feb. 2nd, 2024: 60 notes?!!!!! i was writing this for my own personal pleasure but like...??!?! i got reblogged so many times?! im gagged, tysm you guys!!! making a playlist rn, so excited to release the soundtrack. if you see little random edits, i'm probably obsessing over the fic and trying to make it perfect lol/anticipate changes. i would also like to write I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING! always communicate with your partner, discuss issues, etc. this fic is just a lil’ taboo type of fantasy, do NOT cheat on your partners.

The first time you met Leon was at a grocery store: two weeks before your husband would have any idea of his existence and one week before he had invited Leon and his wife, Ada, over for dinner. You were picking up a bottle of red wine for you and your husband under the guise of wanting something nice for date night. The reality would actually be you were buying it for yourself after your husband decides you're not worth his affections anymore, lazily mosey on over to the spare room, and pull out his phone to text other women. The wine would be something to drink to inebriate you while you watched a shitty re-run of a sitcom from the 90s. Maybe if you got lucky, Golden Girls was on.

He was only browsing, stumbling upon the liquor section and staying to look if there would be anything worthwhile. And there was. It was you. He knew he had to think of something witty, something cool people say, before you left and thought he was some creep staring at you because he saw a smidgen of your breasts in a magazine. "You're a famous model, right?" He asked. Oh, how stupid he felt. He was a chronic overthinker: thinking of every last terrible scenario, a trait he picked up after becoming an agent. This had certainly felt like one of the worst options he picked, especially with how you would-- You interrupted him. "Yeah, that's me." The subtle sweetness, the slight rasp in your voice was better than anything any street drug could offer with the amount of dopamine flooding into his brain: overloading every neuron, synapse, dendrite, and cell membrane in his body.

But for whatever reason, he stretched his hand outwards and lazily grinned towards you. "I'm Leon." "Nice to meet you. Well, I'd say my name but y'know..." He nodded in an awkward agreement before you could even finish your sentence, but not daring to go as far to interrupt you. He felt as if he already started off the conversation with a cumbersome beginning. "Right, right. So, that's your real name? I see a lot of models use stage names n' stuff like that." He adjusts his weight from one foot to the other, switching the hand holding his grocery basket from his right to his left. He felt so...awkward around you. Maybe it was the fact you were a famous model, or maybe it was the fact you were just so calm. The joke causes a soft chuckle to leave your lips and the mere look of a fleeting moment of bliss to cross over your features makes his knees turn into gelatin. Those nerves solidify into stone when the overwhelming sense of guilt hits him like a tidal wave but allows it to wash over him for the sake of continuing the conversation.

"Yeah, just my regular name. I'm not that creative outside of modeling. Usually the photographers do the thinking and the creative processes for me." He chuckled, shaking his head and barely moving himself a little closer. Leon wanted to sink in that gentle, warm, and soft presence you carried around with you. Your aura felt comforting: like a hug after a tough day: it had felt so much more different than his wife. True, Ada could be affectionate but that's usually only after something good has happened to her or Leon was her last resort of attention. He really hated how much he would act like an obedient dog, awaiting her arrival home, coming back to her after she's treated him like dirt. You? You felt so goddamn altruistic and considerate. And he's only known you for three minutes.

You notice he's gone silent and you're silently hoping he thought you were cool. Cool. Like a teenager trying to fit in. You silently cringe at yourself until he smiles at you, almost like he's signaling you to continue the conversation. You can't think of any conversation starters. And you're a model for gods sake. You're usually so outgoing and social with other people but now it's like a cat came by and stole your voice box. Thankfully, he takes over that portion for you. "Buying wine?" He knew it was dry as all hell but he wanted to steer the conversation away from him being a fan of your modeling gigs. No, he just wanted to talk to you and discover what you were like behind the camera. (Okay, and maybe he wanted to see if you'd flirt with him.) "Yup. But I'm just buying wine for..." You paused, about to say 'for me and my husband' but your throat becomes dry whenever you feel like you're about to announce it to him. "...Myself."

He smiles. He likes that you're awkward in real life. The fact made you feel more real, like you weren't just some sexy model with expensive tastes and a bratty attitude. You were a person like anyone else.

"Right. Me too, just uh...just browsing." You nod, fidgeting anxiously with the sleeves of the coat you decided to toss on last minute before leaving the house.

The conversation went on to end when you eventually realized you would be home late. Although you thought that worrying your husband a little would be the thing that reignited the spark in your marriage, you knew that punctuality was a habit you'd like to upkeep. That, and you also knew if you talked to this handsome stranger for longer, you'd cheat on your husband. That night, Leon had fallen asleep to the thought of you for the first time. Soft little visions of pressing his lips against yours, caressing your cheek softly and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, etc, etc, cheesy lovey dovey bullshit. So much more different than the truly filthy thoughts he had about you nowadays. You're torn from your conversation with your friends when you make eye contact with him. You can practically feel his eyes travel from the hair at the highest point on your head to the very last bit of your black, leathery heels with perfect pretty pearls embellished on the pump. For a moment, you feel like you're trapped in some type of horny labyrinth while you stare longingly at him.

He's ripped out of his own longing by the feeling of your husband's hand slapping his back. Ada sat beside Leon with her arm protectively wrapped around his bicep. You felt as if the gesture were a signal to everyone at the party that Leon belonged to her. He was under her control, nobody else's. Or maybe the protective message was for her husband, as if he was an unruly friend to her husband. And you could agree with that. You fell in love with your husband because he was wild and care-free but after the diamond ring was slipped onto your ring finger, you realized he was also carefree in the sense that hurt you: talking to other women behind your back, and leaving for days at a time only to come back inebriated. But you stood by his side, no matter what. You hated how you felt like a doormat but you didn't know what else to do besides stay married and play the role of an oblivious wife while your husband fucks other women in various positions. In a way, you and Leon sat in the same loveless boat. Who knew when that same boat would be shaking from the violence of the both of you fucking, clothing pulled out and to the side instead of being fully taken off. Your thoughts become interrupted by an unmistakably handsome voice.

"Hey."

You feel a hand being placed upon your lower back except it's so much more different than your husband's. The palms were rough, callouses inside the nooks and crannies, and pulsing veins make you all dizzy if you thought about it for too long. His voice was dampened with some undertone of lust, his fingers prodding into the skin of your sides. He's always been a little too handsy for a man that's supposed to happily married. But you always figured touch was how he communicates: touch. But he's never touchy with your husband. Or any of your friends. And he missed you? Sure, your're friends due to the fact your husband was friends with Leon. (Even though you met him first, but I digress.) The simple phrase had your mind reeling, cheeks flushed red due to the hidden intimacy of it all. His wife shoots him a look and his hand immediately retreats back to his side, fighting the urge to palm the engorged erection struggling against the seam of his boxers. "Haven't seen you in so long, hm? Thought you disappeared on me for a minute." He's holding his facade of being totally and irrevocably in love with Ada up and steady. Like he had no feelings for you other than being friends.

"Of course not." You murmur, feeling a hearty chuckle reverberate from his chest. He takes his index finger and his thumb and gently swiping it against your chin.

"Atta girl." And of course, with how hoarse his voice is, your panties are instantly puddled with a thick pool of arousal. You hate his stupid, thick, sexy, and deep voice. You especially hate his voice whenever you imagine him degrading and praising you whenever your husband was away and you just happened to have your hand down your underwear, playing with your clit to ease the throbbing impulses you felt for Leon. He gives your back a single pat before moving back to stand beside his wife. You really hate that you feel jealousy flare like wildfire within you, but you brush it off.

Everyone would eventually be drawn to the several dining tables that were arranged in a group and had golden candlesticks and smooth white tablecloths on top. Once you are seated, you observe that Leon appears to be striving extra hard to guarantee his place beside you. He looks right at you for a brief moment. And only then can you see, just a hint of thirst sprouting in his eyes, before he glances away from you and gives Ada a quick smile while patting her thigh.

It's only a few minutes before Leon decides to break the awkward silence.

"How's that modeling gig going?" You nod, gulping down way too much champagne.

"Good, been going good. Have to admit it gets a little boring posing in front of the camera after a while but can't bite the hand that pays you, right?" You joke, and the table laughs with some sense of jealousy. "Nice to hear. What was your latest shoot?" He asked, leaning forward in a sudden rush of intrigue. Then those words pass your lips. Words he had never anticipated, even in his wildest guess (oddly.)

"A lingerie shoot. For Chanel." The table goes quiet. And everyone, including your dumb-ass husband, look at you. Someone (Ada) clears their throat in the dining room, hinting at you to elaborate and it's almost like you suddenly developed to ability to hear from light years away.

Leon, who had just finally got his goddamn boner under control feels his cock twitch back to life, fully hard instead of a semi this time. And correct him if he's wrong, but he starts to feel pre-cum smearing his dress pants. He's thankful he chose the black slacks instead of his lighter colored ones otherwise this would be downright humiliating.

"Sorry, um...I did an intimates photo-shoot for Chanel a few weeks ago for their new line of clothing." That seems to help lighten the mood a lot more because everyone goes back to their conversation with their respective friends, the embarrassing "confession" from you immediately leaving their minds. "The theme was Overtime. Like, staying later in the office with my shirt unbuttoned and stuff. Nothing that interesting."

The table simultaneously nodded, Leon going as far to excuse himself for a cigarette.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go have a smoke." Leon scoots out from his seat, heading towards the upstairs balcony to take care of business. Asshole, leaving me with his mean ass wife.

You decide to join him outside.

The air had finally gotten too tense, felt too judgmental for your taste. Scampering outside, you're met with the sight of Leon smoking a cigarette outside. That's odd: you've usually pegged him to be the straight-laced, no-nonsense type of man yet here he was, smoking a cigarette while leaning against the balustrade of their friend's top floor home. At the sound of the balcony door opening, he turns his head to see what you're doing out here. His eyes scan you, almost like he would while he's in combat but it's more or less to get another glimpse of the outfit you were wearing tonight. Okay, and maybe he wanted to commit the sight of you to memory.

"You alright?" He asked, trying his best to look straight forward when you step closer and cross your arms over the balustrade.

"M'fine, just needed a minute of fresh air, I think." When you sit beside Leon, there's a few things you notice. The first was his outfit. A white button-up that usually would be covered by his black suit jacket, though he left it behind on his chair in the dining room. There's also mentioning his blacks slacks, fitting his muscular thighs a bit tight but loose enough so they're comfortable. Then there's the dress shoes, ones he wore at his wedding due to how overly formal they looked. Maybe he wanted to get some more use out of them? Who knows.

"What about you? Why are you out here?" You decided to be the one to take the reigns since the air outside had become incredibly awkward as well. "Same. Thought I'd take a minute of fresh air, you know?" The second thing you notice about Leon is how much he calms you. More importantly, how much you never noticed that you were anxious when you were around others. He had this aura of relaxing or maybe you were just buzzed, who knows that either? Maybe it's the cigarette, speaking of...

"I haven't smoked since college. Cigarettes, I mean. Don't think I even know how to do it anymore." The confession makes his head tilt to the side, now taking more of an interest in the conversation than before. He grinned wolfishly, taking your chin in one of his thick and strong hands and pulling your head forward. For a second, you could almost be dumb enough to think he'd be moving in for a kiss. Of course not. You'd never be that lucky. "Open f'me, sweetheart." And like an obedient puppy, you opened your mouth just enough so your pretty pink-shaded lips could be parted. He placed the cigarette on your lip, the moisture making the filter stay in your mouth alongside his index and middle finger holding it up, thumb brushing your chin. Little hazes of grey smoke dance along your tongue without even taking a sip of the smoke yet, your lips trembling with a lustful agony. "Now close your mouth..." He whispered, his damp and hot and horny breath hitting your ear like an affectionate declaration of love. "And inhale."

You close your lips around the cigarette, faintly tasting the flavor of him where he had sucked on the cigarette. You got notes of citrus, rum or some expensive, top-shelf label of whiskey he used to help quell the pain he experienced on grueling missions, tobacco, and maybe even the slightest hint of his wife's lipstick. Chanel's Rogue Allure, if you had to guess correctly. "...Now hold it..."

You held it. "Silly girl." He whispered, pulling the cigarette away from your lips while you slowly exhaled the rest of the smoke you've been holding in your mouth and then some. You can't tell if it's because of the alcohol, Leon's presence, or your mere anxiety but you begin to feel dizzy. Thankfully Leon seems to swoop in with his questions to keep your head in the game. Bless him.

"Why'd you need a minute, huh?"

For a minute there, you didn't know how to respond. Looking down at the leathery pumps you chose for the evening, you begin to wonder why you even chose them instead of answering his question. But you answered him. Eventually.

"I'm just tired. This whole night just seems a bit…” You gesture to the party in the background. “Fake. I don’t want to be here."

He hummed in agreement, but it felt like more of a signal for you to keep going. "I'm also just terrible at making conversation. Especially when it's awkward and silent."

His eyes flicker down to the pumps he'd already stared at tonight, not finding an interest in them anymore than your own body. He tucked his lip between his teeth, pulling the pink flesh away from his mouth before he spoke up again. "You're not that bad, you know? I think you're pretty good. How about this?" He pauses. Then a beat passes.

"Tell me something true. Tell me something you wouldn't brag to anyone about." He moved his cigarette to rest on the balustrade instead of the space between his fingers. "Something that's yours...and only yours."

You look at Leon with wide eyes, mouth agape as you struggle to answer his question. Your eyes rake down his face from the space between his eyebrows to his parted, pink lips: just a little chapped from the cold chill of the night air. You wanted to kiss him. All of those times you've had him over for dinner, all of those times you've spent with your hand down your panties while your husband was away on "business": dreaming of his best friend, Leon, and god, all of those times you thought about throwing caution to the wind and leaning in to press your lips against his: the sum of all of those moments had you quivering for more.

But you'd never cheat. You have a reputation. You have a husband that gifted you the pretty diamond ring on your finger. But how did it always feel so...impossible? Like you couldn't live another day if you weren't able to fuck Leon like a rabid dog in heat. But he was staring at you, almost as if his eyes were laser beams and searing holes into your skin: you had to answer.

"I don't know what I could tell you that's only mine." You chew on your lip. "Huh. How about..."

How about the fact I wanna kiss you? I wish it was you I was in bed with rather than my stupid, cheating husband? The fact you are so much hotter than him?

"I hate being a trophy." And that brings the biggest grin on Leon's face. A massive shit-eating grin. Leon had gone stir crazy. He wanted to peel your entire being open, see all of the nooks and crannies of your soul and devour it whole. But now wasn't the time to scare you away: even if he wanted to fuck you, you were still a friend to him. So he calmed down. "I can't say that's too surprising. I mean, who would? Being able to be pretty and have money being tossed at you is nice until you want something deeper. Then it seems like one of the only things that are scarce in your life."

You nod, letting out a breath of consolation. "That's exactly how I feel. Like my only purpose is to sit still, look pretty, serve my husband, and be a hole when he needs it."

His eyes become downcast, looking down at the garden on the ground level of the restaurant. "I get what you mean." The moment was interrupted by a waiter peeking out on the two of you: head poked outside of the door that lead to the outside area. He pulls his hand away from your soft skin and back to his side, sighing wistfully that tonight wouldn't be the night he gets to act on his desires for you. Damn it all to hell.

"You should head back. I'll be back, yeah?" You nod and within a few seconds, you've returned to your spot at the dinner table. He sighs, hand slipping down to palm at his erection. Fuck. Can't go back like this.

Just resist. You're just another woman. You have a husband, He thinks to himself, I'm married to a lovely woman. I am a faithful husband. The silent mantra he practices on himself works about as well as a band-aid on a bullet hole. Resist. God, but you looked so pretty tonight. That cute jewelry set you wore with your little black dress? Hot. The smoothness of your skin?

Resist.

But he can't stop picturing you on your knees in front of him, sucking on his cock. The sounds your perfect, wet mouth would make. How he'd ease himself down your throat. How you'd whine.

Resist.

Or how about when he could be fucking his cock into your tight, wet, and warm cunt? The tip of his dick kissing your cervix? Or what about the positions he could force your body into? Like having his arm around your throat, bicep curling into your mouth to muffle your moans from his wife hearing? Or how one of his hands would be gripping your hips while he needily plowed into your pussy, while you begged him to let up. Resist.

Resist.

Fuck it.

In the few moments after he's excused himself from you, he's already rushing to the upstairs bathroom of the restaurant: thanking the holy beings above for making it a single stall bathroom for his jerking pleasure. He hastily unbuckles his belt with one hand, other hand impulsively opening Twitter as a first resort to find some fashion fanatic post about the slutty lingerie photo-shoot you did for Chanel. Alas, you're still a bit of an undiscovered goddess in the modeling industry at the moment: so Google is his next best option. He pulls out his half-hard but hardening cock from his jeans before he can even find your photo-shoot and gives it a quick few pumps to ease the throbbing that's starting to build up in his loins. Eventually, he finds it. Thank fucking god because the creativity for his fantasies are beginning to run quite dry. And instantly he's grunting and groaning while he strokes his cock and scrolls through the multiple scandalous photos the photographers took of you.

"Fuck." He winces in pleasurable agony as he stares at quite possibly his favorite photo of you. The photo was in black and white: theme being "Overtime" like you mentioned. The white button up shirt was undone, revealing you had nothing on underneath, and allowed for the side of your perfect breasts to be revealed. If he squinted just a little harder, he could see your puffy nipples threatening to peek out of the shirt. He tried squinting a little harder to see your nipples a little easier. And oh my god. You have piercings?! He almost shot his entire load on the spot. God, he needed to fuck you. And hard. He groans as he feel himself get closer to orgasm. Closer, and closer, until--

"Leon?"

Fuck. It was you. God, of course you're so goddamn sweet, checking up on him to make sure he's okay. He didn't dare stop stroking himself off, especially not when he's got jerk-worthy material of you almost catching him. That's also not mentioning the soft intonations of your almost innocent voice right there. He's trying not to cum too quick, wanting to savor those images for as long as he could but he also realized his wife might start asking some questions and she wouldn't be on the other side of the door if she came upstairs. "F-fuck, yeah?" He responded after much too long of hearing your sweet voice. "Did you need something?" "Are you okay? I just got worried when you left. You've been gone for like..." You check your wristwatch: a classic and dainty Timex from the 80s with a blank band that wrapped around your wrist snugly.

"Fifteen minutes. Do you need water? Ibuprofen?" He shakes his head as if you could see him while he continues to jerk himself off, hand swirling in a sort of cranking motion as he tries to work his cock to orgasm. But his pre-cum isn't coming out fast enough, not as fast as the pumping motions his hand was doing right now, so he spits in his hand before bringing his palm back down to his cock and lathering his dick in spit. You believe him enough to think he might be getting ready to vomit.

"Nah, jus'...ngh, drank too much, I think." Please keep talking, He selfishly thinks to himself. "Oh, okay. Well, if you need anything, just text me?" He nodded, grunting out a thank you while he continues to dream of ruthlessly fucking you until you're embedded into his mattress. He wants you. He needs you. He feels himself get a little closer until he finally releases into his fist. His hot and sticky cum ran down his palm while the waves of post-orgasmic bliss and post-nut clarity simultaneously moved together as one. For a few minutes, he's panting like a rabid dog in heat until his breath eventually stills and he's able to walk downstairs and look his wife in the face while giving her the impression that he definitely didn't just masturbate to his best friend's wife. When he sits down at the table, the first person he makes eye contact with is you. You smile at him, mouthing a "you okay?" because, of course, you're still worried about him being sick. He nods with a grin peeled onto his face. Because he came to the sound of your voice. And you didn't have a fucking clue.

credits: snoopy divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more heart divider by @saradika-graphics

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kingsriren · 1 year

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Oh my gawh the beauty of this man

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stress-free. - leon s. kennedy.

summary: you give leon a back massage while he talks to you.

tw: fluff, slight angst, some sadness, scars, swearing, etc.

leon kennedy x female reader

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Leon had his eyes closed as you gently rubbed his tense muscles, the warm air blowing through the room in a relaxing fashion. The TV was playing, but Leon was hardly listening to the movie that was playing, your massages working wonders on his aching muscles. He would let out a groan or two every once in a while, the sound music to your ears as you worked your fingers against his bare back.

"You okay?" you quietly asked, running your fingers against his back and tracing the outlines of his many scars. He opened his eyes and looked at the wall across from him, his hands were folded together on his lap. He sighed softly.

"Yeah," he replied. "Just… thinking, I guess." You frowned at his response, and leaned down to press a kiss on his neck. “You can talk to me if you want to, y'know?"

Leon hummed. "I know," he responded. "I just...don't know where to start."

You paused in your movements, your hands stilling against his back. You were silent, allowing him to think and collect his thoughts, you were interested in what was going on in his mind.

"I watch people die all the time," Leon suddenly stated. "People I have no idea who they are, people I have no connection with. And when it happens, I can’t help but feel horrible."

You were quiet.

"I think about their families, their friends, the people who care about them. And how their lives were cut short. How they had so much potential. And they're not here anymore. It's...a lot. All of the death, the loss. Ever since Raccoon City, I’ve been surrounded by it. Death. It's just a part of my everyday life. I hate it."

"It's hard," you whispered, knowing exactly what he was going through. You both were in the same position, having been there for each other during your darkest times. “And I understand it's not something you can easily get over. It never is."

"Yeah," he murmured, turning his head and resting his chin against his hand. He had a tired look in his eyes, his lips were turned down into a frown. “I’ve lost so many people, you…you don’t understand. How do you move on after you've seen people being eaten by zombies? How can you continue your life when you've seen someone being blown up to bits right in front of you? When you've had to fight to survive against a goddamn tyrant that has no fucking limit and just keeps coming..”

You bit your lip. "I can’t imagine, Leon..”

Leon was silent. "I just...don't feel like I deserve this. Any of this. The people who died didn't get to live their life to the fullest. And yet, here I am, alive and living my life. When I shouldn't even be alive."

"That's not true, Leon," you whispered, pressing another kiss against his neck. “You are very important to me.”

He swallowed. "Sometimes, I wish that it would have been me who died instead of the others," he said. "The world would have been a better place if that was the case.”

“Leon. Stop.” I say sternly, my hands going around his body to rest against his chest. I lean against him, holding him close.

He sighed and turned his head away from me, looking off to the side. His gaze was clouded and far away. He was lost in thought, his mind probably going a mile a minute. You were silent, waiting patiently for him to speak.

"Is this..," Leon began, pausing for a moment. He licked his lips, hesitating. "Is this my life now? Do I just keep going through life, pretending everything is fine when it's not?"

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Am I just gonna have to keep watching people die? Keep living this nightmare that never seems to end? Is it always going to be like this?" Leon questioned. "Is this what the rest of my life is going to be?"

“I..I don’t know, Leon..”

He sighed, looking down. His expression was unreadable, but you could see the sadness in his eyes. You felt your heart break at his expression. You didn't know what to say to him, or what you could say to him. “I’m sorry you have to go through so much, Leon. It’s crazy and terrifying..I’m really sorry..and I wish I could help you..”

He glanced at you, before closing his eyes. There was a long silence between you two. You rested your chin against his shoulder, feeling his breathing calm down. After a few moments, he broke the silence.

"I love you," he murmured. "I really do."

"I love you, too, Leon," you whispered.

His mouth twitched slightly.

"Can you promise me something?" he asked, opening his eyes and staring ahead at the TV.

"Of course," you responded, moving your arms from around him. "Anything."

"Promise me that no matter what happens, you won't leave my side," he requested, glancing at you. "No matter how fucked up things are. Please."

"Leon," you said softly, cupping his face and pressing your lips against his forehead. He leaned into your touch, placing his hand over yours. “You know I would never leave you. I love you. No matter what. I promise."

He nodded, closing his eyes again. "Okay," he whispered, his voice breaking.

You held him tightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You’re going to be alright, Leon," you whispered.

He swallowed, looking at you. You gave him a reassuring smile, hoping to convey how much you loved him and how much you cared. “Thanks for listening…I feel like you’re the only one who really understands me..and the only person who can help me out of this hole. I really do appreciate it."

"I'll always be here for you," you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

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a/n: it’s okay..

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