Sentinel - Re4r Bodyguard!Leon X College Student!reader.

sentinel - re4r bodyguard!Leon x college student!reader.

You and Leon go to the local fair.

everyone say thank you @leonsredfield for giving the idea<33

cw: suggestive themes.

The scent of buttered popcorn is strong, wafting through the stalls, accompanied by the loud music of the carousel with the giggles of children in the air. The large ferris wheel shimmers against the night sky, slowly revolving around its point. The bright colours, the various game stalls and the mix of food scents in the air is very thick.

You, however, seem to be stuck at a distance away from the target shooting game, watching as a couple is trying their hand. They seem around your age, snuggled against each other and laughing as one of them misses a few shots. But his efforts are rewarded by a small teddy bear that he proudly presents to his partner, earning a few kisses in return.

You shake your head. Best to find where your friends had drifted off to instead of creepily staring at couples.

Before you can walk away, Leon sweeps past you to the counter, shoulder brushing against yours, acknowledging the bored looking owner with a nod. "How much?"

The young boy eyes Leon, "Three dollars for five shots."

Leon digs into his pockets, tugging a note out of his wallet and sliding it across. He casually shrugs off his jacket, stalks over to you frozen with confusion apparent on your face. He brings the jacket around your shoulders, gentle in how he drapes you and tugs the opened seam close, the motion making his bangs fall into his eyes.

You gulp, entrapped and entranced with his scent and warmth engulfing you, wiping your brain clear. He leans his head down, fingers gently brushing against the back of your neck, heat bursting through your cheeks as he pulls your hair out from underneath the collar. You find yourself floating towards him, head grazing the skin of the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his after shave.

He leans back, dropping his face down so that he's eye level to you, enough that you see the specks of green sprinkled in his irises. He taps the side of his nose twice, smiling when whispers to you, "Watch me."

He leaves you breathless, walking over where the rifle waits for him. Leon grips it, hands finding home against the trigger and the fore-stock like he has done this a million times, waits a breath and then nods.

The display jumps to live, jovial music flooding your ears as the various targets begin to move around, bright colours flashing your eyes. None of it captures your attention because your attention is wholly captivated by the sight in front of you.

Legs kicked out in a proper stance, Leon brings the rifle up to his chest, face scrunched in concentration and you don't even know if time is even passing right now. You watch as his broad back stretches the material of his white t-shirt, muscles taught against the thin cloth, barely doing anything to hide the contour of his body, how his shoulders melt into a delicate waist, shirt riding up to reveal the disappearing V-lines of his pelvis.

Why is every shirt he owns so tight? You internally groan.

You should look away, you should really look away but you can't seem to tear your eyes away. No, you don't want to. Every single innocent thought or fantasy you had before was crumbling, it was going to be a near herculean task to imagine the repulsive boils covering his skin to deter him from consuming your every waking moment.

But no. This fucker, your knuckles lose sensation with how tight they are underneath the jacket that's only growing warmer. This bastard. The dips in his abdomen are sculpted by God himself, skin so pale, so precious and glittering with the lines of scars adoring him. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying but failing to reel in your thoughts, aghast at how inappropriate they were.

Could you be blamed? The sight, his jacket, his scent, the lingering sensation of his hand at the back of your neck has you stumbling forward, eyes affixed on his face. And you look down and oh you are in so much trouble when you notice the bulging of his biceps.

The seams of his t-shirt sleeves are holding on for dear life, almost close to bursting with how his biceps are rippling under them, veins trailing various paths against his skin. Your mind almost shatters when you notice the pink of his fingernails, clasped around the rifle, and one finger pushed through the trigger guard, working so dexterously against the trigger, tugging and pulling in languid strokes. Over and over and over and over.

You don't even notice the victory sound going off, the celebratory chimes of bell, slow to notice when he turns, grinning widely as he catches you staring at him. Heat pools in you, watching intently as his lips move, not registering his words. Who would when he looks like an angel kissed by the sun?

You blink, words stuttering out of your lips, "W-what?"

"Which one you want?" He asks again oh so casually as if he hadn't just set your entire world on fire.

"Oh," Your eyes flit away to the array of stuffed toys behind the young boy, retina protesting over having lost its view of Leon. You spot the big snoopy stuffy you were eyeing earlier and point to it. "Snoopy, please."

You watch only him as he reaches out to grab the stuffed toy, taking it from the boy and holding out to you. Your cheeks are warm under his watchful eye, fingers brushing against his as you hug Snoopy close to your chest, hoping it calms your racing heart.

You make to leave but stop when Leon reaches for his wallet once again. "What are you doing?"

Leon offers you a smile, reloading his rifle with a click, shaking his head to move his bangs, "Can't have Snoopy leaving without his pal Woodstock."

thank you young justice cartoon for making me unable to listen to my 2000s playlist w/o being jumpscared by nightwing singing beautiful soul

Omg, Jason who always considered y/n as an older sister and a pillar of support, she was one of the person which he would go to for advice or confessions, would be traumatized by hearing Dick and Y/n sounds!!! 😭😭😭

Not to mention Y/n would be mortified!

For sure 1 step away from, if not equivalent to hearing Bruce getting laid. Poor boy will have to bleach his ears.

But I’m also kinda taken with the idea of Jay and you being BFFs. Like super close, so overhearing you getting laid isn’t a big deal. You've probably wing-manned for each other on multiple occasions.

One night he drops by your apartment cause he thinks your expertise might be able to help him on a case. It’s late at night, and the lights are out. He has a spare key, so he lets himself in. He’s halfway to your bedroom, about to call out your name when he hears it.

It’s immediately obvious what’s happening. You, lucky girl, are seeing fucking god. You’ll be getting noise complaints, it’s so loud, and lewd, the walls are practically shaking.

He hedges his bets on what to do, he could wait it out, crash on your couch, make fun of you later, but there doesn’t seem to be any signs of your slowing, so he figures he’ll dip out and come back in the morning.

Jason goes home, sends you a text to say he dropped by, but you seemed busy *wink wink*, he’ll come by tomorrow instead. You don’t respond which is unusual, but he figures it’s just because you were probably fucked to death given what he heard.

The next morning, he grabs breakfast and coffee, and he grabs extra in case whatever legend made you howl like a dog is still there. He’s forking around his jacket looking for his key when your door opens and out steps his big brother, looking dishevelled in yesterday’s clothes. Grinning from ear to ear like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Dick?”

“Jay?”

“What are you doing here?” “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see y/n about a case.”

“Oh, yeah. Me too, crazy!”

They both know he’s lying. Jay internally is losing his shit. Not only did his brother and his best friend fuck, not only is he being lied to about it. BUT HE FUCKING HEARD IT. Oh god! He’s gonna vomit. This is not okay, this is gross. Oh god.

Obviously, normally Dick and you are the people that calm him down when he freaks out but you two are the cause of the freak out.

The outlaws are gonna push him to talk about whats up, and he's just gonna explode, and they're gonna be sick of hearing about you and Dick real quickly.  

YJ inspired Jason I stare at you

X-Men: The Last Stand (2006) dir. Brett Ratner

I AM SPEECHLESS ON THE TOILET OH MY GOD

sentinel - re4r bodyguard!Leon x college student!reader.

You and Leon go to the local fair.

everyone say thank you @leonsredfield for giving the idea<33

cw: suggestive themes.

The scent of buttered popcorn is strong, wafting through the stalls, accompanied by the loud music of the carousel with the giggles of children in the air. The large ferris wheel shimmers against the night sky, slowly revolving around its point. The bright colours, the various game stalls and the mix of food scents in the air is very thick.

You, however, seem to be stuck at a distance away from the target shooting game, watching as a couple is trying their hand. They seem around your age, snuggled against each other and laughing as one of them misses a few shots. But his efforts are rewarded by a small teddy bear that he proudly presents to his partner, earning a few kisses in return.

You shake your head. Best to find where your friends had drifted off to instead of creepily staring at couples.

Before you can walk away, Leon sweeps past you to the counter, shoulder brushing against yours, acknowledging the bored looking owner with a nod. "How much?"

The young boy eyes Leon, "Three dollars for five shots."

Leon digs into his pockets, tugging a note out of his wallet and sliding it across. He casually shrugs off his jacket, stalks over to you frozen with confusion apparent on your face. He brings the jacket around your shoulders, gentle in how he drapes you and tugs the opened seam close, the motion making his bangs fall into his eyes.

You gulp, entrapped and entranced with his scent and warmth engulfing you, wiping your brain clear. He leans his head down, fingers gently brushing against the back of your neck, heat bursting through your cheeks as he pulls your hair out from underneath the collar. You find yourself floating towards him, head grazing the skin of the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his after shave.

He leans back, dropping his face down so that he's eye level to you, enough that you see the specks of green sprinkled in his irises. He taps the side of his nose twice, smiling when whispers to you, "Watch me."

He leaves you breathless, walking over where the rifle waits for him. Leon grips it, hands finding home against the trigger and the fore-stock like he has done this a million times, waits a breath and then nods.

The display jumps to live, jovial music flooding your ears as the various targets begin to move around, bright colours flashing your eyes. None of it captures your attention because your attention is wholly captivated by the sight in front of you.

Legs kicked out in a proper stance, Leon brings the rifle up to his chest, face scrunched in concentration and you don't even know if time is even passing right now. You watch as his broad back stretches the material of his white t-shirt, muscles taught against the thin cloth, barely doing anything to hide the contour of his body, how his shoulders melt into a delicate waist, shirt riding up to reveal the disappearing V-lines of his pelvis.

Why is every shirt he owns so tight? You internally groan.

You should look away, you should really look away but you can't seem to tear your eyes away. No, you don't want to. Every single innocent thought or fantasy you had before was crumbling, it was going to be a near herculean task to imagine the repulsive boils covering his skin to deter him from consuming your every waking moment.

But no. This fucker, your knuckles lose sensation with how tight they are underneath the jacket that's only growing warmer. This bastard. The dips in his abdomen are sculpted by God himself, skin so pale, so precious and glittering with the lines of scars adoring him. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying but failing to reel in your thoughts, aghast at how inappropriate they were.

Could you be blamed? The sight, his jacket, his scent, the lingering sensation of his hand at the back of your neck has you stumbling forward, eyes affixed on his face. And you look down and oh you are in so much trouble when you notice the bulging of his biceps.

The seams of his t-shirt sleeves are holding on for dear life, almost close to bursting with how his biceps are rippling under them, veins trailing various paths against his skin. Your mind almost shatters when you notice the pink of his fingernails, clasped around the rifle, and one finger pushed through the trigger guard, working so dexterously against the trigger, tugging and pulling in languid strokes. Over and over and over and over.

You don't even notice the victory sound going off, the celebratory chimes of bell, slow to notice when he turns, grinning widely as he catches you staring at him. Heat pools in you, watching intently as his lips move, not registering his words. Who would when he looks like an angel kissed by the sun?

You blink, words stuttering out of your lips, "W-what?"

"Which one you want?" He asks again oh so casually as if he hadn't just set your entire world on fire.

"Oh," Your eyes flit away to the array of stuffed toys behind the young boy, retina protesting over having lost its view of Leon. You spot the big snoopy stuffy you were eyeing earlier and point to it. "Snoopy, please."

You watch only him as he reaches out to grab the stuffed toy, taking it from the boy and holding out to you. Your cheeks are warm under his watchful eye, fingers brushing against his as you hug Snoopy close to your chest, hoping it calms your racing heart.

You make to leave but stop when Leon reaches for his wallet once again. "What are you doing?"

Leon offers you a smile, reloading his rifle with a click, shaking his head to move his bangs, "Can't have Snoopy leaving without his pal Woodstock."