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Unexpected boner - Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil 2 remake)
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please.
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
***
“We can take a break, if you want.” You blinked a few times and tried to restrain a yawn. You knew it was very important to keep going, there was no time to lose to go out of the Raccoon City’s police station. Your body only wanted to rest and regain its strength.
“No, it’s okay Leon. The faster we’ll find the last electronic component, the faster we’ll leave this crazy town.” Leon exhaled. He was also exhausted, less than you since police school trained him and he seemed to be a sportsperson…
Your Mathilda shotgun tight in your hand, you scanned the new room and listen for any weird and guttural inhuman sound. No zombie; you let out a sigh of relief. The room was enlightened, there was a coffee table, a couch and a desk with some cupboards. Your body stopped shivering, thanks to the heating system. Until then, your body was cold because of the rain outside when you crossed the terrace. Wearing only a dress and cardigan wasn’t smart on the first day of the Apocalypse…
You two rummaged in the area for bullets, medicine and other useful items. You came closer the desk, opened every drawer, but you just found the paperwork. Disappointed? Yes, you were. As you were about to retrace your steps, you kicked something under the desk. Immediately, you lowered yourself and got down on your knees, without paying attention to your dress that went up to the limit of your behind. You reached an aspirin package without knowing you were observed.
Leon found some bullets, ready to call your name, but he froze when he saw a part of your bottom. Suddenly, he felt hot and he couldn’t his gaze back on that era of your body. You knew each other for a few hours, the situation was horrible and complicated, but he was a young and handsome man with fine taste in women. Straight away, he thought you were beautiful and you were in front of him, in an arousing position. He wished he could caress your curves, take you here and hearing your whines, even if it was unsafe. While fantasizing about you for less than a minute, he felt his cock hardening in his blue cop uniform.
“Shit, not now buddy…” he whispered, looking at his visible boner before he palmed himself. Maybe he could jerk off really quickly and cum without you noticing? No, he wouldn’t have the time and if he had, it would be uncomfortable to walk and run everywhere with his sticky semen in his boxer. He licked his lips, trying to take a decision. Too late! You raised yourself and turned your cute and beautiful face to him.
You glanced at his hand on his crotch and your cheeks warmed at the sight, playing with the edge of your dark blue dress. You weren’t that naïve, you knew you were the reason of his erection. Your heart missed a beat. All your body was on fire. You desired Leon. He was completely your style, even if it was the worst day of your life, you thought one or two times to kiss him someday. Your breath speed up and you two stood up, hesitating to make the first time.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have loo-“ He started to say, scratching the back of his neck.
Too late to apologize, now you wanted him to.
“Kiss me.” You cut him, nervous. Was it right? Nobody could judge you at the moment, but morally… You were kind of lost.
Without a second thought, he broke the distance and slipped a hand on your cheek. Tenderly, he pressed his lips against yours for a passionate kiss. His free hand fell on your hip while your tongues lead a wild dance. It didn’t feel wrong. You were over the moon. It was like you have known him for years and you trusted him with your heart. Desire… Something hardly avoidable. Hands everywhere, seeking body warmth, discovering a new body. You admired his tone chest, tracing his abs and smooth skin with the tips of your fingers, sensually.
Apocalypse? It never existed.
Zombies? What is that?
Umbrella? Never heard of.
Your living nightmare faded through his kisses and strokes. Daydreaming was dangerous in this situation, the come-dawn we’ll be doubtlessly painful, but at this precise moment… You needed this. You couldn’t imagine what would happen in the next hours and you reminded yourself that life was short, especially these days… As far as possible, you had to enjoy this sweet and sexual moment.
Clothes littered the floor, you were lying on the couch with the beautiful bluish-grey eyes men between your legs. His peck and embraces heated your skin, feeling his lips brushing against your chest, a teasing look on his face, to arouse you like you never had been.
“I want you, Officer Kennedy.” You finally whispered in his ear which made him quiver with pleasure.
His thumb traveled to your heat and wet center, between your thighs. As he titillated your most sensible part, you closed your eyes and a light whimper escaped your lips. He was experienced, it was an evidence. You could feel your first orgasm rise and before you reached it, he stops his movements. You opened your eyelids and noticed he was stroking himself before considering penetrating you. Lightly, your fingers grazed his and you took his role. He let out some almost inaudible sighs of pleasure, arousing you even more.
Finally, he stopped you, seated himself at the entrance of your vagina, titillating it with his pinkish cock head.
“Stop playing…” you murmured with a smile. With one push, he was inside you.
“Oh God…” he groaned. You lightly moan together at the feeling. He let you adjust to his size before he started with backwards and forwards movements. Faster and more intense his thrusts were, the more you struggled to remain silent.
“Shh, Y/N…” He kissed you to make you silent as you tighten your legs around his hips, one hand on his butt to push his member farther inside you while the other played with his locks.
He accelerated the pace until the pleasure became intense. So intense that he moaned in his turn, trying to keep quiet by kissing your neck and putting a hand against your mouth. Nirvana was approaching for both of you. When your vagina tightened around his member during your orgasm, he lost control of his pace and it took him little time to enjoy his turn. The feeling of intense well-being and euphoria took hold of him, letting his hot semen spill into your vagina, filling you completely.
Slowly, his pelvic movements stopped, but he remained a few moments inside you to kiss you. You almost didn’t know each other, and yet there was such a strong connection between you two. Maybe even more than that... None of you had thought of putting on a condom, for lack of means, and the pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t pull out in time.
When he retired, he watched a few drops of his seed escaping from your walls. At the moment, he didn’t think of the consequences it could engender. He found it terribly exciting. He made you roll so that you found yourself above him and he held you in his arms.
"Incredible..." he murmured.
"Do not let me down after that, Leon..." you whispered, frightened of the future.
"Never. You and I are in the same boat... You are my partner in crime.” He claimed in a humorous tone before he stole you a kiss.
Valentine’s Day | Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil 2 remake)
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
Valentine’s Day:
- To be honest, Leon isn’t the kind of guy to set up a date in a luxurious restaurant and to do something crazy, nope. Instead, you’re welcomed with open arms and a good hug in his home.
Hand in hand, you follow your boyfriend in his apartment and instantly he covers your eyes with his slightly calloused hand. Completely blind, he led you in his living room.
“I’m coming back, just keep your eyes closed.”
“Leoooon!” you groaned and he didn’t reply. You were tempted to open your eyelids, but you chose to respect his request. One minute later, you felt his arms circled your waist and a few seconds after that, you felt something soft tickle the tip of your nose when a floral scent intoxicated you in the sweetest way. Flowers…
“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N…” he whispered in your ear before he kissed your cheek.
You let yourself being rocked in his arms…
- You would eat something he cook or junk food
“Woooow, Leon Scott Kennedy the top chef of…. Pasta carbonara!” you awarded him the title and applauded him with a broad smile.
Your boyfriend shook his head and stole you a kiss. The man had set the table and cook for the two of you, you tried to help him, but he forbade you. He served your plate, himself and quickly, you started to eat dinner. You were impressed with his cooking skills, without knowing he trained himself for days to be perfect at this! He wanted to make you happy and to treat you the best way he could, yet no forcing himself.
- Food war… Leon had food in his hair and you on your cleavage
- Cleaning the room together with laughs even if both of you are disappointed with the mess you made
- Showering together which lead to a make out session and then, changing in pyjamas
- Playing video games and watching movies together, cuddled on his couch and you’re being better than him at Mario and Crash Bandicoot.
“Let that be a lesson to you, Leonie!”
“What did you call me?”
- Singing and dancing on 90’s rock in the middle of his living room. Did you knew he could sing? Well he could be a part of a band!
(Saudade, RE2 remake)
There’s two sides to every story
Did you feed off the pain of the glory?
(Gone, gone)
It all burns away
(Gone, gone)
But how did it go so wrong?
Now it’s all gone
(The pain of remembering)
(Gone, gone)
Forget yesterday
(Gone, gone)
It ain’t worth the pain
(Gone, gone)
It ain’t worth the pain
The pain of remembering
- Kissing a lot
- Making love on the couch and finishing it in his bedroom (smut imagine here)
- Staying awake after sex, speaking of your future together…
Only his presence and his love counted for you.
His deep ocean eyes,
His dirty blond hair,
His beautiful smile,
His voice,
His comfy and soothing arms;
You loved everything about him and you already knew this night would have been nice.
***
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Valentine's Day | Leon S. Kennedy (RE2 remake)
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
Valentine’s Day:
- To be honest, Leon isn’t the kind of guy to set up a date in a luxurious restaurant and to do something crazy, nope. Instead, you’re welcomed with open arms and a good hug in his home.
Hand in hand, you follow your boyfriend in his apartment and instantly he covers your eyes with his slightly calloused hand. Completely blind, he led you in his living room.
“I’m coming back, just keep your eyes closed.”
“Leoooon!” you groaned and he didn’t reply. You were tempted to open your eyelids, but you chose to respect his request. One minute later, you felt his arms circled your waist and a few seconds after that, you felt something soft tickle the tip of your nose when a floral scent intoxicated you in the sweetest way. Flowers…
“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N…” he whispered in your ear before he kissed your cheek.
You let yourself being rocked in his arms…
- You would eat something he cook or junk food
“Woooow, Leon Scott Kennedy the top chef of…. Pasta carbonara!” you awarded him the title and applauded him with a broad smile.
Your boyfriend shook his head and stole you a kiss. The man had set the table and cook for the two of you, you tried to help him, but he forbade you. He served your plate, himself and quickly, you started to eat dinner. You were impressed with his cooking skills, without knowing he trained himself for days to be perfect at this! He wanted to make you happy and to treat you the best way he could, yet no forcing himself.
- Food war… Leon had food in his hair and you on your cleavage
- Cleaning the room together with laughs even if both of you are disappointed with the mess you made
- Showering together which lead to a make out session and then, changing in pyjamas
- Playing video games and watching movies together, cuddled on his couch and you’re being better than him at Mario and Crash Bandicoot.
“Let that be a lesson to you, Leonie!”
“What did you call me?”
- Singing and dancing on 90’s rock in the middle of his living room. Did you knew he could sing? Well he could be a part of a band!
(Saudade, RE2 remake)
There’s two sides to every story
Did you feed off the pain of the glory?
(Gone, gone)
It all burns away
(Gone, gone)
But how did it go so wrong?
Now it’s all gone
(The pain of remembering)
(Gone, gone)
Forget yesterday
(Gone, gone)
It ain’t worth the pain
(Gone, gone)
It ain’t worth the pain
The pain of remembering
- Kissing a lot
- Making love on the couch and finishing it in his bedroom
- Staying awake after sex, speaking of your future together…
Only his presence and his love counted for you.
His deep ocean eyes,
His dirty blond hair,
His beautiful smile,
His voice,
His comfy and soothing arms;
You loved everything about him and you already knew this night would have been nice.
***
Author Note :
Did you enjoyed? Should I make other headcannons and imagines? :)
Follow me on Instagram (@/causeimhappinesss) and Twitter (@/causeimhappines), I’ll try to write in english as much as I can if you do ♡
His young and bright light - Leon S. Kennedy
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Warnings: age gap, slighty sad,
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
***
Summer was finally coming, the cicadas sang and the heat became unbearable. In the twilight of the room where only the light of the moon filtered through the shutters, Leon watched you seeking some sleep, without conclusive results. Maybe it was his stare and expression that disturbed you. Something was wrong, you knew it and usually, you preferred him to talk to you when he felt able to, but this time, you couldn’t wait. You put your head against his chest and listened to his beating heart.
“What's wrong?” you asked, worried.
“Huh? Nothing…”
You rolled your eyes, pulled yourself away from him, and stepped back slightly to look into his.
“Leon, I know something is wrong.”
He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair and sighed.
“I was thinking about us.”
Your heart missed a beat. Wasn’t he happy with you? Did he want to break up? It would break your heart! Your intense gaze pushed him to continue, to explain, he owed you that...
“I see all these young people of your age who look at you in the street... And I also see the outraged expressions of people when they understand that we’re in a relationship, that I’m not your father...” he mumbled, straightening.
He pressed his back against the headboard as you frowned. Your age difference of almost 20 years was one of your couple's weaknesses and strengths since day one. A weakness because many people disapprove, especially among your close family as your parents initially, but also your friends. In many couples with such an age gap, the two partners may not share the same point of view about many topics, don’t look for the same thing and don’t always consider things in the same way. Still, it remained a force. You complimented each other on so many points. You were like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day with your youth, your open-mindedness and in the other side, he had all the maturity and life experiences you were looking for. It worked very well between you, even during hard blows.
It was also true that Leon was only five years younger than your father, which made things more difficult and especially embarrassing when someone didn’t understand the nature of your relationship... For example "Oh it's cute to take your daughter to the restaurant!"
Leon didn’t completely grasp what you were doing with him. Before being in couple with you, he drank like a fish to drown his grief, his fear, his anger and fight against the nightmare that he lived every time after he fought against the bullshit of Umbrella and all the B.O.W’s.
“So what? We don’t care. I love you and you love me, then why do you pay attention to this bullshit?” replied you, stealing a tender kiss from him.
“Because I love you and I want the best for you, Y/N!”
“Okay, so tell me what is the best for me?”
You raised an eyebrow, you already knew what he was about to repeat himself for the umpteenth time.
“That you find a guy of your age who has a normal life and job, whom you see every day at home after work and with whom you can start a family without worrying about whether their father will come home or no. Someone who won’t embarrass you in public places because of the mistakes made by people. Someone who has not more things in common with your father than you. Someone who has never had alcohol problems, who doesn’t have terrifying nightmares and who will never put you in danger as I do while being with you.”
“Good, you finished your cinema, drama queen?”
It was his turn to frown as you straddled him and put your hands on his shoulders.
“Well, Agent Kennedy. Do you know why I love you? I love you because you’re the most courageous person I know, you have the biggest heart, you make me laugh despite yourself and you’re incredibly sexy from all of your 42 years! With you, I’m never afraid and if I have to take risks to be with you, then I will take them. Whatever happens, I know that you will always come home and I want you to be the father of my children. You have sufficient maturity and most importantly, you’re a very good person with more experiences in your life than anyone else” you explained before pressing your lips against his.
He replied to your languishing kiss, sliding his hands under your tank top to caress your soft and smooth skin, scarless. He used to fall asleep with one hand on your breast, without being sexual, but when touched you, he was reassured that you wouldn’t go anywhere without him. Finally, he delicately moved away.
“I could never leave you. You are the most beautiful thing that has happened to me in the last twenty-one years...”
You were the reason he stopped drowning himself in alcohol, the one that made him open his eyes to Ada's manipulative attitude and his feelings for this woman, you were the one he wanted to make his life with. He was sure after a year of a couple and six months to woo each other before taking the plunge. You grabbed his thick and calloused hand to kiss it on the back. You were his young and bright light in a very dark world.
“I don’t give a damn about the others because we are stronger than that.”
Finally, a slight smile stretched his lips and his beautiful blue eyes glittered. You were one of the few people to see him like this, you were so lucky.
“Now, show me how an old man fucks a young woman!” you teased him.
It didn’t take long for you to spend a restless night in your bed...
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May I please get a smut of RE4 Leon and an Australian GF? Where the GF always wears very short shorts because the heat of July is more humid in America than Australia? ...Sorry if it is too much....
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please.
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
And of course, I’m sorry I made you wait so long... :(
***
For sure, Leon hated Spain. How could it be great like people keep saying? The only things he saw there were: bad weather, zombies/crazy people, giants, monsters, blood, guts, etc. Nothing fantastic! Now that he was in America, a few months later, he was under the sun, in his girlfriend’s garden. He tried to help Y/N with her gardening, but he was clearly better at killing BOW’s than saving plants and flowers… And now, the pretty little Australian was just in front of him, leaning over her roses, her butt up, her short fitting closely those two cheeks he liked to grab and slap… On top of that, she chose the shorter of all the one she had. The blond could only admire the beauty of her curves, her body, on which sweat beaded and made her skin glowing under the sunlight… Delicious. Sexy. Hot. Definitely, she was all those adjectives.
He was certain she kept doing this to make him hard, because the only excuse she found was: “July is more humid in America than Australia” …
More humid… My ass! He thought. He didn’t really believe her. The only humid thing he could imagine right now was her pussy, aching for his half hard cock. His member confined in his boxers, he breathed calmly, a half-ecstatic smile drew itself on his face. His azure gazed glued on her ass… His licked his lips to moisture them and exhaled.
Saying he wasn’t enjoying his holidays would be a complete lie.
And now, he wanted to fuck her.
Exactly like he did in the morning, a wake-up sex. Exactly like he did last night. Exactly like he did every other day.
Then, he stood up from his deckchair, came closer to her and slid his calloused hand on one of her rounded cheeks. He slaped it and she jumped, startled. She turned around, to punch him in the arm.
“You scared me! Sometimes, you’re a real asshole! You know that?”
“Yes, m’am, but your favorite asshole” he retorted, with a playful smile.
“Don’t smile like that, I just want to punch you more.”
“Just like I wanna kiss you and fuck you even more…”
The Australian woman shook her head, infuriated by his words, but a light smile curling her lips betrayed her. Of course, Leon’s observer eyes didn’t miss a single movement, he knew she was only trying to resist the urge to kiss him and to ride his rod like she seems to adore.
Suddenly, he grabbed her and threw her on his shoulder, getting back in the house he left thirty minutes ago. He let her fall on the grey couch of her living room, pushed himself against her, then glided his hands under her shirt. He refused to waste time. Then, he placed a multitude of kisses on the feverish skin of the young woman, her neck with thin skin, her chest covered with a lace bra. He hurried to unclip it, while the young woman busied herself with caressing his perfectly shaped chest, his protruding muscles. Her little hands got rid of the pants he was wearing, before stroking the erection stuck in his boxers, which was waiting for one thing: deliverance. Hard as a rock, Leon could no longer bear the fabric on his member and, Y/N understood, since she took off his last garment. At the same time, he took the opportunity to remove the shorts of the Australian. The man descended his kisses on the hardened nipples of the young woman, licking them, nibbling them, tearing out sighs of pleasure and desire from his girlfriend. Finally, he started to kiss the belly of the young woman, up to his privacy covered by her black lace panties. His teeth slid her down her legs, before it littered the floor. His expert fingers slid over the private parts of the young woman, in search of her clitoris, which he tickled with fervor. His thick fingers found her hole, which they slid slowly into, before picking up speed. Quickly, she felt overwhelmed with pleasure, wanting to feel that hard cock to take her in the most primitive way.
“Leon… Oh God…”
“Didn’t know I was your god, babe” he joked.
Without wasting time, her hands wrapped around the thick cock of the blond, coming to make movements back and forth. She insisted on his glans reddened by the immense wave of desire that rippled over the man's body, then with her other hand, she tickled his balls. Eyes half-closed, he watched the beautiful girl in her acts. Finally, he removed his fingers from her pussy and offered her the control.
Now, straddling him, she leaned over his penis and kissed it, from the base to the glans. She insisted on the tip, the most sensitive part of the man. She took him in her mouth, to give him a blowjob, feeling his penis tap deep in her throat, as she tried to perform back and forth movements. With his eyes closed, his hands in the young woman's shaggy hair, he encouraged her in his movements. He felt like he was in Heaven, he couldn't deny it. Hoarse growls passed the barrier of his lips and this time he didn't care if he was a bit loud. And if someone was around, that person could smell sex in the atmosphere...
Finally, she rubbed the outstretched cock against her wet pussy, which begged him to fuck with force. But sometimes, she liked to play and to make them wait, to be sure they would be so exciting, that sex would be insane… Her wetness coated his cock who twitched, so eager to be inside of her.
“Y/N… Stop playing, come on!”
“Be patient.”
“Patient, huh? If you don’t ride my cock right now, let me tell you something… You’re not gonna walk straight for a week and when you’ll walk, people are gonna confuse you with a kangaroo!”
A smile stretched her plump lips. She just pushed his fat cock inside of her need, warm and wet pussy. A moan passed the barrier of her lips, as she adjusted to the thickness of the mast. Slowly, she began to move back and forth, before picking up the pace, while Leon was accompanying her with thrusts. Fast. Brutal.
He wasn’t joking… she thought.
But, dissatisfied despite the pleasure, the man regained control, dominating the young woman with his body pressing against his. In missionary, he pounded her with powerful thrusts for long minutes, until he found the perfect angle. The pleasure was soaring, while the young woman couldn’t help, but moan. She clung to her lover's arm, her head thrown back, panting.
Orgasm was fast approaching for both.
A few more minutes later, as Leon observed his partner's facial expressions, excited and narcissistic that he was the reason for this daze she found herself in; the vaginal walls of the young woman tighten his cock. Several times. She moaned louder. She was holding back from screaming. He, too, saw himself reaching nirvana. He closed his eyes, the pleasure so intense, as groans of pleasure joined Y/N's vocals. His sperm sprang up and covered the walls of the woman.
“Damn…” he whispered before he pulled out.
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Caught in the office - Leon S. Kennedy (smut)
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please
Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
Request : "Maybe Leon and reader getting caught having sex? Your writing is amazing bby!"
***
The weather was rainy. A storm had just broken out. The rain pattered against the windows of Leon's office at the D.S.O. For once, he wasn’t on a mission, but he hadn’t been given a vacation. No, that would have been too easy. So his superiors, even though he was an elite agent, one of the most valued and respected, had ordered him to go to his office to review the reports he had written. Not that they were bad, just... a little incorrect. In fact, they were missing details, information, important for the HQ archives, that allowed new data to be processed. This data was used to improve training for rookies and to inform other agents about new viruses, incidents, etc.
In short, Leon had already spent four hours in his office, where his thick, calloused fingers pounded his keyboard. With an amused eye, you observed his phalanxes, remembering their effects, just last night, in your vagina...
With a sigh, the man saved his document, after his last touch-up. With a movement of legs, he moved away from the piece of furniture, sitting on his comfortable seat. HIs legs spread, he also stretched his arms, making some of his old bones crack. At the simple sound they made, he winced.
I may be one of the best agents, but I'm not that young anymore... Damn it!
You smiled and reached for your coffee cup, right next to your chair, and lifted the beverage to your lips.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked suddenly, turning his attention back to you. You had been in the same room as him for an hour, waiting for him to finish writing his report so you could go downtown and eat at a nice little restaurant, but he still hadn't finished his task. Worse, he was exuding dismay, so much did he hate writing anything. Leon may have studied in college for three years, before entering the police academy, but it really wasn't his thing.
"You're slow and I'm starving, Kennedy."
"Slow? You didn't say that last night when I was making love to you, did you?" he protested, with an almost adorable pout.
You almost choked on your drink. Now he was reading your mind, and this, without warning. Maybe he knew you better than you thought, after six months of dating, or maybe he was just as horn as you were. Flashes of the previous night came back to you and in reaction, your heart missed a beat. You crossed your thighs, feeling a soft, warm wave of desire surge through your body.
"What was that you said? Oh yes... It was... Oh yes, Leon! Faster! Harder! Don’t stop" he imitated you, in a high-pitched voice.
Your cheeks flushed and in reaction, you grabbed the small cushion that was lying in the corner, before throwing it to his face. Bad luck for you, he intercepted it and pressed it against his chest. From now on, his azure eyes sparkled with mischief, joy, maybe also with excitement. Above all, a sly smile stretched his desirable lips. He was undeniably irresistible, under any circumstances.
"Shut up. Let's go to the restaurant, can't you see I'm going to faint?"
"Drama queen. I still have to proofread and send it back, and-"
"You know what? You're going to pay for this," you declared, in an almost threatening tone. He wanted to play? You were going to play. You put your cup down, stood up and moved over to him, undulating your hips that he liked so much. You walked around him and sat astride his pelvis. By reflex, his hands found their way on your butt, covered by your skirt, since you were dressed in your most beautiful suit.
"If you're going to waste time, you might as well really waste more of it and have some fun."
"Do I have a choice?" he asked in an almost innocent tone, but you knew very well it was only a facade. His hands were already caressing your ass.
"Absolutely not."
Then, you pressed your lips against his for a torrid kiss, that gradually made your tongues dance together, while your hands caressed the protruding muscles of his chest, barely concealed by the shirt he wore. Soon, his hands slipped on your thighs, before going up your skirt to throw a glance at your lace thong, letting show all your intimacy. His fingers ventured between your thighs, delicately, until they tickled your labia through the fabric. A sigh of desire escaped from your lips, while you shivered. During this time, you occupied yourself to unbuckle his belt, to unzip his pants, in order to slip your hand on his half stretched member, still in his boxer. His dick woke up, under the caresses he administered to you, whereas your nimble fingers titillated his member. Delicately, you slipped your fingers from the base to his glans, while he sighed.
The desire climbed between you two at high speed. Between two kisses, you abandoned his erection to lower his pants to his ankles, in hope to better ride him.
From now on, your wet pussy, rubbed against his penis, until you release him from this confined space. Immediately, his sex was revealed erect, throbbing with anticipation like your vagina. And you straddled him again, rubbing your sex against his as he hardened further. His member was long, thick, turned slightly to the side. His pink, almost red head was almost begging you to let him take you.
"You're going to drive me crazy, one of these days..." he growled.
"This isn't over-"
He cut you off as he tugged on your thong, sliding it to the side, so as not to get in the way, to let his fingers caress your labia. Then, gently, his fingers collected your wetness that he moved up to your clitoris. At first, his touch was delicate, before becoming more pressing. Finally, he adopted the perfect rhythm, the one that plunged you into ecstasy. Your heart was beating wildly. The desire, mixed with the pleasure, took possession of your body. Meanwhile, you played with his member, you insisted on his glans, the most sensitive part. Leon's pelvis was already starting to move, his body was calling you, begging you to impale yourself on his cock. The man threw his head back as you pushed his hands away and rubbed his cock over your clit, then the entrance to your vagina.
"I want you..." he whispered, in a husky voice, hoarse with desire.
"We can’t, right here, you know it very well." you answered, on a tone almost innocent, without stopping the undulations of your pelvis.
"I don't give a shit. They can hear us if they want, but I know you'll be able to contain yourself. Right?"
What the hell, you thought. He was right. Now, your wet vagina was begging him to take you up to seventh heaven.
Without delay, you grabbed his cock and impaled yourself on it. A moan escaped you while feeling him spread you, fill you. Your walls welcomed him in a warm, soft and incredible embrace. Leon grimaced under the pleasure and tightened his grip on your hips to guide you in the first back and forth movements. It was so good. He was drunk with love, drunk with sex, drunk with your wonderful pussy. The agent looked down at your sexes, which came together with every movement, in a wet sound, so erotic that it amplified his desire. The sight transfixed him. It was so beautiful, so erotic, to see your bodies come together like that.
He helped you in his movements with thrusts, while you slid your face against the hollow of his neck, in silent moans.
"Leon... It feels so good..."
Oh yes, he couldn't deny it, far from it. In one swift motion, he lifted you up and slammed you against his desk, knocking a file cabinet to the floor. He opened your blouse and pulled down your bra, so he could admire your breasts dancing with every back and forth. This time, he was in control of your body and the rhythm. This day, he didn't have the patience to make love to you like he did the night before, or even the time to do it. His back and forth were fast. His skin slapped against yours. He was watching your chest sweating and your skin turning pink, as you tried to contain moans. You plastered your hand against your mouth in the hope of remaining silent. But the movements of his cock inside you were so delicious. He was pounding you in the best way possible. The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. For his part, Leon could feel his heart rate increasing, not because of the physical effort he was making, but because he could feel the pleasure taking over his body.
Orgasm was approaching for both of you. It was imminent. Powerful. A wave of heat surged through your lower abdomen, from your vagina, and spread through the rest of your body. You closed your eyes. You couldn't hold back your moans, even though you were muffling them as best you could.
Three bangs hit the right wall, where another office stood.
"SHUT UP! Keep it down!" a male voice shouted.
Your eyes opened and widened, while your face flushed with embarrassment. Yet, Agent Kennedy was determined to fulfill his mission... Fulfill. A smirk stretched his lips. His back and forths became deeper, faster, torturing your walls in such a delicious way. Your moans intensified, without you being able to control it, on the verge of your orgasm.
"Leon... Leon... I... Oh god..."
The orgasm hit you with full force. At that moment, you didn't care if you made noises or not. Your vagina pulsed around his member. His penis twitched and soon his thrusts were erratic. He also closed his eyes, tightened his grip on your thighs that he held against him, before tipping them over to press them on your abdomen for deeper access to your pussy.
Soon, he poured his seed into you, in five powerful spurts, with almost animal growls. The longed-for deliverance...
His movements slowed down, until they stopped, then he withdrew. Finally, he observed his work. His semen was flowing out of your orifice. Your pussy pulsations gradually ceased, and led to the loss of the whitish liquid.
"That was..."
"Powerful..." he murmured, between breaths. "I think you've earned your lunch break."
You burst into laughter and motioned for him to clean you up with a tissue.
"BOTH OF YOU! Get out of here as fast as you can before I cut your heads off!" yelled the voice on the other side of the wall.
"What a killjoy!" commented Leon, laughing too.
RE boys x reader (endometriosis headcanons)
Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader - Chris Redfield x reader - Carlos Oliveira x reader - Albert Wesker x reader
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
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LEON S. KENNEDY
- Leon would found out after three months of dating, when you would refuse to go to a restaurant with him.
- you would lay in bed curled up against yourself and refuse to move.
- "why don't you just take some medicine? The pain will go away in 30 minutes."
- at that moment, you would have no choice but to tell him about your illness, the symptoms and the impact on your private and professional life
- Leon would be hella confused but he would understand and accept it, before trying to do his maximum for you at each crisis
- But Leon is also an awkward person, he's uncomfortable with people in pain, so he would avoid you as best as he could
- The only thing he would feel comfortable with is food, he would bring you everything you need, before pretending to go to work
- He would panic from time to time and wouldn't hesitate to take you to the hospital, if the pain is very bad
- He would secretly buy books about endometriosis and consult a lot of websites, in order to avoid any surprises
- "Does it hurt when we have sex? Why didn't you tell me? Fuck..." he would start to panic, pacing in front of you, hands in his hair, ready to rip it out. Honestly, it would be as funny as it would be adorable.
"Leon, pain during sex isn't for everyone. Take a deep breath, okay?"
"Huh? Ohhhh! Okay, that makes me feel better."
- He'd kiss your forehead and go grab a beer to relax because that's how Kennedy relaxes when he's stressed
CHRIS REDFIELD
- If he was still in his twenties, he would have asked you to stop acting like you just got shot, but the years have softened him and the experiences have made him more compassionate. (Did you know that Chris was a fighter even as a member of S.T.A.R.S.?)
- He would know this from the beginning of your relationship and would be very patient and gentle.
- Like Leon, he would read everything he could find about endometriosis to know how to manage your attacks and relieve your symptoms
- He would give you lots of hugs, kisses and the best massages possible
- He would ask Claire and Jill for advice on a regular basis
- He would buy you relief food, the best painkillers and make sure you see the best doctors
- Chris would cook your favorite meals during every crisis, because the guy has cooking skills, since he raised Claire (and he had to handle a lot of things after his parents died) and would agree to watch your favorite movies, even the ones he hate so much.
- "Is this going to stop us from having a family?" he'd ask after a year of dating. Chris is father material and would love to start a family, despite all the risks involved. This would also be his way of asking you if you would wanna start a family with him.
CARLOS OLIVEIRA
- Carlos would be panicked. Really panicked. He'd be gnawing on his fingers until they were a a little bit bloody.
- He would ask you all the time what you need, what he can do for you and he would do it immediately.
- Like Chris, he knows how to cook and will use his skills to charm your taste buds to make you forget all your symptoms, especially the pain.
- Carlos would find THE solution: to make you laugh, to entertain you. It would start by doing a little dance, salsa while cooking, with a very kitschy apron.
- He would start singing with a sugar baby Russian accent in the most hilarious way (A/N: I have nothing against Russians, I just needed an example 💜) because he's very good at imitating accents
- He'd go so far as to twerk on you, when your pain would be less severe
- When you're better, he would take you to the spa so your body can relax and you can spend romantic moments together (he's a sentimental guy but he'll never say it out loud)
ALBERT WESKER
- You would have hidden your illness from him since you know he doesn't want a weak human, also because you knew how lucky you were that he considers you almost his equal
- The way he would find out? Albert would start planning to bring an heir into the world, without even telling you. First, he'd swap your birth control pill for a placebo without you even realizing it. Your symptoms would get stronger and you wouldn't know why for months, but you'd keep hiding it from him. For a few months, he would keep having sex with you, mostly based on your menstrual cycle. The fact that you didn't get pregnant would raise questions.
- He would start making more and more researches about your health, including your fertility. As an extremely intelligent and scientific man, he would quickly guess that you have endometriosis.
- At first, he would hesitate to break up with you, since you can't give him an heir.
- He would come around to the realization that he's really in love with you and would confront you about it before trying to reassure you, but... He's Wesker, not Chris.
- He would try to develop a treatment, even though it's not his field of research, and inject products into your body to make you hyper fertile. Then he would market his new products on the black market.
- Albert isn't the most understanding person, but he would make sure you that you take your treatments, eat properly and stay hydrated. He would also give you some massages.
- You would have by your side the best specialists because you are precious to him. After all, you are the Goddess of the next world.
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Hey! I'm taking some Resident Evil requests, especially headcanons with Albert Wesker, Leon S. Kennedy and Chris Redfield 😏
Sore loser - Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Warning: slightly nsfw
Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)
Request: May I request Fem/reader with Leon or Chris (if you can do both separately as well and clearly up to you to decide) I'm 5'3" short yet I feel like if I was strong enough to take both down on the ground while practicing hand to hand combat with slight nsfw at the end like being on top of them. Also I love your writings!!! And Take yo time if you have to
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Even though you were a seasoned agent, you still had to train. It was essential for a D.S.O. member, especially when you were working with elite members such as the famous Leon S. Kennedy... A man full of sympathy, but a little too proud and confident, so he thought that training with you would be a piece of cake. He forgot that he himself had trained you a few months before another colleague took that task. Being 5'3 (160cm) short, you didn't impress men as tall as him, let alone enemies, and yet... they had a lot to worry about! You were proof that size doesn't necessarily matter! (Are we talking about a penis? I swear we're not)
That day you decided to review the basics of hand to hand combat, which meant being able to anticipate your partner's attacks as quickly as possible, dodge them and even turn them against him. Even though the blades you decided to train with were fake, the same ones you see in movies, you took it very seriously. You moved with such speed and grace that you seemed to fly over the ground like a ghost, so much so that it was confusing even for Leon. With his expert eye, he was analyzing your every move, managing once again to dodge one of your blows, at his side. He sketched an amused smile, almost teasing, while a gleam of mischief sparkled in his azure glance. If sweat was beginning to make your skin glow, his seemed as dry as the Sahara desert.
How the hell is that possible? So he's not human, but some kind of demigod? you thought, amazed.
"So, are you getting tired, rookie?" he chuckled, moistening his full lips.
Desirable lips, which you had so wished to taste these last months, but it seemed almost inaccessible to you. Yet, you could feel that indescribable energy coming from both of your bodies, every time you held each other so close. Your heart rate would speed up and a rush, similar to anxiety, would surge through your veins, then become blunt in your belly.
"Far from it. Speak for yourself, grandpa!" you joked, in a bold, defiant tone.
"Meanwhile, if I'm a grandpa, you still haven't managed to touch me or knock me down."
And he wasn't entirely wrong. You wanted to shut him up, if you couldn't do it with a kiss, but also to make him proud. Suddenly, you were more brutal in your attacks, which had the gift to disconcert him. You attacked him with a perfectly placed blow behind the knees and knocked him backwards. You swung astride his pelvis and slid the false blade under his chin. A victorious smile spread across your face, as bliss fogged your mind. You could be proud of yourself. You had just knocked Leon S. Kennedy to the ground.
"I let you win..." he grumbled in a hoarse voice. Of course, it was a lie and you could feel it from miles away. Leon's gaze was fixed on yours, as if he was probing you, but in reality he was trying to understand how such a thing could have happened. Was it the way your muscles rolled under your skin in the most graceful way, or was it the little bead of sweat that beaded on your skin, between your breasts, having a rather unobstructed view thanks to your low-cut henley? He lost because he was admiring your breathtaking beauty.
"You're a sore loser. That's all."
You approached her face to his and observed him, especially his lips, they were irrevocably calling you; they bewitched you. That kind of detail sometimes made you doubt his humanity. You almost wouldn't have been surprised if he was descended from Apollo.
"Do you remember what we said before we started, Kennedy?"
"That the loser would get a forfeit? Sure."
You finished sliding the blade down his neck, to his shoulder blades, under his navy blue shirt, which perfectly highlighted his bulging muscles, which you had loved to perceive on several occasions. Gently, you pressed your butt against his crotch and slipped your free hand on his chest. His Adam's apple went up, then down again, while his lips slightly opened. He held back a sigh.
"Do you want to know my forfeit?"
"Yes."
You arched over him, your chest pressed against his chest, then slid your lips against his ear. Your warm breath caressed his skin and caused him to shiver intensely. His heart rate increased and his hands found their way to your hips, close to your butt.
"I'm all ears... Miss Y/N."
"Kiss me."
You moved back, a few inches away, to plunge your glance again in his. Delicate, one of his hands went up along your ribs, until he stroked your nape and made you bend against him. He pressed on your nape to get you closer to him and pressed his lips against yours. At that moment, you didn't know what would happen to the two of you, but it didn't matter, you were enjoying the moment, and those sweet lips. Little by little, one of his hands ventured under your top, while your tongues fought a duel through a feverish kiss.
You couldn't wait for Leon to show you what he was really capable of.
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Hiii can I request Leon visiting gn readers home/apartment for the first time and he sees their pet cat? Like how would he respond.. if that makes any sense lol.. thank youu!! ❤️
Leon Kennedy x reader -
Im crying, this is so cute, Hope you enjoy my love!
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Leon has honestly never found a cat so cute, maybe he’s biased because it’s your cat but he swears he's the cutest little fluff ball he’s ever seen, well-kept fur coat, and the cutest little meow he’s ever heard.
“Hey buddy” he coos, scratching the small feline behind his ear and his heart melts with love, he’s never been a big pet fanatic before he’s never really had the time to really look after one with his demanding job, and all.
“Oh you’ve met Miso, he’s a cutie right?” You smile walking into the living room with two cold beers, handing Leon one before taking a seat, you watch in amazement as Miso jumps up onto Leon’s lap.
“Yeah, he’s a great host, very welcoming,” Leon chuckles petting the fury friend as he lets small meows.
“I’ve actually never seen him so vocal with someone else before, he’s normally really shy,” you say, “I think he approves of you” you giggle and Leon looks up at you with soft eyes, a loving gaze.
“Yeah?” He asks bashfully with a boyish smile.
“Oh definitely” you agree, nodding your head, you watch as Miso walks over to you with a certain strut to his step, you giggle as he plops himself down by your feet, head resting on your foot.
“Such a drama queen,” you say rubbing his belly as he lets out an approving meow.
“You— erm… you staying tonight?” You ask, suddenly feeling a little shy, Leon smiles at you noticing the way you bite your lip slightly out of bad habit.
It’s not like you two haven’t shared a bed before, you’ve stayed at his before so in all honesty, the question shouldn’t make you feel this nervous, but it's Leon, and you can't help the butterflies that swarm your belly when he looks at you with those soft pretty eyes, or when he laughs and his nose scrunches a little with joy, how he's so gentle with you, it makes you feel sick with love.
“Only if you want me to sweetness” he answers, taking a sip of his beer, he never wants you to be uncomfortable, and he certainly doesn’t want to be the person to make you uncomfortable.
“Yeah of course I do, I think Miso wants you to say too” you giggle motioning to your very indecisive cat as he walks back over to Leon, and you chuckle when he jumps up onto the couch curling up beside Leon’s thigh.
“Well then guess I’m staying, would hate to disappoint you both” Leon chuckles as he strokes behind Miso’s ear, and you feel all tingly with love when he tips his head, beckoning for you to come and take a seat next to him, with his arm out, and you do because you always want to be close to him.
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hii!! i hope you’re doing super well today! i recently discovered your account and i loveee your account! i was wondering if you could do a lil something with leon and reader watching a scary movie, all cuddled up and overall some sweetness and leon being the best boyfriend? this is literally the first time i’m doing a request so i’m so sorry if this is the wrong place to ask! ignore this if it is but still, thank you so much for all the good work that you do and keep it up! 🤍
-Leon Kennedy x reader
Leon is so boyfriend! <3
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“You’re gonna miss the movie if you spend the whole time tucked into my side” he quips with a laugh, noting the way you hide your face behind his shoulder every time the music gets even a little suspenseful, the way you let out little gasps when the something unexpected happens.
You know you shouldn’t be this scared it’s just a movie, but there’s something about the way it’s shot, the camera movements, and the soundtrack that makes you feel nervous, your heart skips a beat with panic, and that’s why you hide yourself in Leon’s side.
“Yeah, that’s the point” you mumble, flinching at the screech that erupts from the tv, Leon feels a little bad, almost guilty for putting you through this, but he can’t lie he loves how you hide behind him, your nose nuzzling into his shoulder, how your hands grasp at his arm.
His arm wraps around you, hand settling on your waist as he brings you closer to him, “I’ve got you sweetheart” he says with an almost patronizing tone and you fight the urge to hit him with the pillow.
“We can change the movie if you want angel, your choice as long as you’re happy,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, there he is, your overly sweet boyfriend who’d do anything for you, constantly putting you first.
“It’s alright, you’ll protect me” you smile, looking up at him and you notice the way he smiles back, how his eyes gleam with happiness, you would do anything to make sure he didn’t stop smiling.
Leon looks down at you, his attention completely shifting from the movie to you, “Always” he whispers and there’s a certain heaviness to his words that the both of you are aware of.
Your hand cups his face, reaching up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, you notice the small beauty mark that sits near his nose and you giggle as you press another loving kiss to his cheek then another and another.
A laugh bubbles out from him as he lets you continue to pepper kisses all over his face, moving down to his jaw then neck and his hands grasp at your shoulders.
“If this is your way of getting out of watching this movie it’s not working,” he says with a smirk, and you scoff rolling your eyes with a fake offense.
“Mm, not even a little?” You ask brushing his hair out of his face, thumb caressing his cheek as you lean into him your lips ghosting over his and you can feel his gentle breath fan against you.
“Not even a little” he whispers with a smug look in his eyes.
The both of you are so wrapped up in each other’s love that you forget about the movie entirely, that is until a stomach-churning scream rips you both out of the loving moment, the pair of you jump a little at the sudden noise, and Leon’s quick to turn the movie off entirely as you try and suppress your giggles.
“I think it worked pretty well,” you say and now it’s your turn to act smug as lay back on the sofa and he scoffs, mumbling something you don't quite catch, settling between your legs, his head resting on your chest as you play with his hair and you flick through the movies until you both find one you like, with fewer jump scares.
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can i request a leon x reader, where leon takes polaroid pictures of reader and keeps some in him wallet. fluff or nsfw you pick 💕
Polaroids
{Leon keeps Polaroids of you}
This has been eating at my mind, I need him so bad!!
!18!
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Leon isn’t joking when he says he loves you from every and any angle, and he certainly wasn’t joking when he asks to take pictures of you, very raunchy pictures, for his eyes only because god knows Leon Kennedy doesn’t share especially when it comes to you.
That’s why you let him because you know for a fact they won’t be seen by anyone but him and because the idea excites you more than you care to admit.
“Fuck- such a pretty girl” You can hear the machinery in the Polaroid as it pushes out another picture, Leon’s free hand rubbing along your thigh, as you sit on his lap.
His fingers trace against the lace of your underwear, so delicately that you almost don’t even feel it, “Absolute Angel, my angel” he says noticing the way your hips grind against him in a desperate attempt to feel something, and you smile proudly when he lets out a shaky breath.
He loves how needy you’ve become, whining about how he’s ‘wearing too much’ as your hands grasp at the ends of his shirt urging him to take it off, but he’s quick to swat them away.
“Leon, take it off” you whine once more, fingers playing with the end of his shirt, it isn’t fair that he’s still clothed while you’re near enough naked sitting on top of him.
His hands continue to run along your thighs, “Such a needy thing” he says, leaning to press kisses to your neck a clash of teeth and tongue against the sensitive skin, and your hands thread through his hair urging him closer to you as he trails along your collar bones, and you can’t stop your hips from stuttering against his as his hand pushes against your lower back bringing you closer to him.
He pulls away, as he takes his shirt off and you watch how his muscles tense and move with the movement as he throws the fabric in the corner of the room, your hands instantly go for his stomach, gentle fingers tracing along his abs up to his chest, you notice the way his muscles tense at your delicate touch, Leon almost seems prideful at they way you gawk at him.
“Smile for me angel,” he says as he unclasps your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders, he points the camera to your chest, “Touch yourself baby” he prompts, watching as your hands squeeze at your boobs, he takes the picture, the dim flash lights the room for a second, and you hear him groan at the sight, as you once again grind against him and you can feel him underneath you.
Your fingers wrap around his wrist slowly guiding his hand towards your lap, he presses his fingers against the wet patch that stains your underwear, and he’s quick to move the camera to capture the sight, his finger circling your clit through your underwear, “Touch me Leon” you sigh and he goes dizzy with nothing but desperate want.
You honestly don’t really remember much, that was until today, so perhaps that’s why you almost have a heart attack when you hand Leon his wallet, the pictures of you tucked away in one of the pockets.
You gasp in complete shock, “What?” He chuckles at your expression, how your mouth is slightly agape with surprise, “You don’t like them?” He teases and you’re far too embarrassed to respond with some snarky comment.
“Leon, why do you have them there? I mean in your wallet of all places?” You ask, hand clasping over your mouth as you look down at the Polaroids of you, there’s one of just your chest your boobs on full display while you squeeze at them, and another, just your hips against his as you sit on his lap, and you can see how hard he is underneath you.
He laughs at your embarrassment, “So I don’t get bored at work” he whispers kissing your forehead, and you shake your head at the thought.
“God Leon- that’s so gross” you sigh, trying to ignore the way he’s looking at you.
“Oh yeah? Because I remember you taking this one” he says pulling out another picture, and your heart almost stops at the sight of your fingers knuckle deep inside your cunt, wearing one of Leon’s old shirts, and you close your eyes as the memory comes rushing back,
“That one is my personal favorite” he whispers pressing a kiss to your jaw and you go silent with shock, feeling very flushed, completely forgetting you had done that.
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Hello!! I've been reading your stories for a while and get so excited whenever I see that you post <3 You're writing style is so soft to me and it makes me giggle all girly too
Im not sure if you've done this already but was wondering if you would write about Leon and reader's first kiss together? Like how he would get all flustered and try to hide his grin from them :')
Feel free to change the premise to whatever you think will fit! Have a good day/night ♡♡♡
First kiss
{You and Leon share your first kiss}
I’m sobbing! Please I love him so very much!! He’s so boyfriend!! 💕
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“Here let me,” Leon says, taking one of the shopping bags from your hands with a smirk, you’d spent the day helping him get groceries and it was honestly more fun than you’d originally thought. You thank him watching as he sets the bags on the kitchen counter.
You help him unpack the bags, “You staying for dinner tonight sweetheart?” He asks leaning against the countertops, arms crossed over his chest.
He wants you to say yes, he wants you to stay tonight and forever because he knows he sleeps better when you’re here, he doesn’t have to worry about you if you’re right here with him.
He watches you contemplate your decision with a hopeful look in his eyes, “Yeah if you want me to” you smile lifting yourself up with your hands to sit on the marble countertop.
He looks over at you, of course, I want you to stay, he thinks watching as you kick your socked feet, “I always want you here” He smiles, and you can’t help the butterflies that flutter around in your belly.
He’s such a sweetheart, with his soft words that leave you love-sick and craving more.
Leon walks over to you where you’re sitting and he taps your knee, a silent way of asking you to lift your legs so can get into the cupboard and you do, watching him take out two glasses.
“If you change your mind let me know okay? I’ll drop you home” he tells you, and he knows you probably won't but he gives you the option anyway because the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable around him.
You nod your head watching as he pours himself a glass of water before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a small carton, “Apple juice for my girl” He smiles as you nod happily, watching as he pours the drink before handing the glass to you.
“Thank you for today,” he says with a grateful smile.
“It was actually quite fun,” you tell him, taking a sip of the juice before putting the glass down on the counter beside you.
Leon looks over at you, and there’s a part of him that can’t quite believe you’re his, someone so sweet and perfect, how you’ve healed his heart without even knowing and he thinks about all the ways he wants to thank you.
You must’ve noticed the way the mood changed as you hold your arms out for him and he gladly takes the offer, standing between your legs as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your loving warmth envelopes him and he swears that you have the ability to make everything in his life seem perfect.
He pulls back slightly looking down at your face, his thumb gently ghosting over your cheek, and you smile at the feeling, such a small loving gesture it makes your heart stammer in your chest at the sudden closeness.
Close enough to kiss, you think and the thought makes you feel giddy with excitement, and you start to think of how his lips might feel against yours, his taste and his warmth.
The thought crosses Leon’s mind too and there’s nothing he wants more than to kiss you, but he’s terrified of overstepping boundaries, he just wants to bring you the happiness you do for him.
So he simply asks, “Can I kiss you?” His tone is so quiet, gentle and caring that it leaves you breathless.
“Yes, you can,” you say, and he leans in closer, you can feel his breath fanning against your skin, and your eyes flutter close as his lips finally press against yours, he’s so careful almost as if he’s scared of hurting you.
Your heart feels like it’s running laps around your chest, and it’s so exciting it sends tingles through your skin and you can’t help but move closer to him, chasing after his warmth.
He brings a hand to gently cup your cheek, thumb grazing against the warm skin and another sits against your hip, his heart blooms with love at how you seem to fit against him so perfectly, just like puzzle pieces.
Leon loses himself completely, and he forgets everything outside this small moment as he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue against yours, and the soft noises that escape you send his heart squeezing with devotion, because god, you just make the cutest noises.
It’s a hopeful feeling that grows within you both, a kiss so sweet and exciting just like turning the page of a really good book, and you know that from this kiss will come many more just like beginning a new chapter, and you can’t wait.
He pulls back, forehead pressed against yours as both of you catch your breath, “I love you” The words flow so easily from his mouth as if they came naturally and they linger just like the kiss.
“I love you too” you smile, noticing the way he looks away from you with a bashful smirk, the type you have no control over.
He can’t bring himself to look at you, he feels like a schoolboy who’s head over heels and he doesn’t know why you leave him so dizzy, maybe it’s because he’s so enchanted by you, he could honestly name thousands of different things about you that he’s completely obsessed with.
“You can’t kiss me like that then go all shy on me Kennedy” You giggle as he hides his head in the crook of your neck, your fingers threading through his hair.
He groans against your skin, “You can’t kiss me like that and expect me to be fine” he mumbles and you can’t stop the giggles that bubble out of you.
You give him a moment before he finally looks at you again and you notice the way his cheeks are tinted with the slightest hint of red and you take pride in the sight.
“Kiss me again?” You smile, and he swears his heart stops for a moment.
“Alright” and before he can even make a move you’re already pulling him in, and you both giggle into the soft kiss, and it’s better than you could ever imagine.
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Idk why this concept makes my heart so warm but I’d love to see something where the reader asks Leon to do her makeup for fun and he’s clueless! Like a lil date night activity!
Makeover!
{Leon tries to do your makeup}
Aww this is too cute!! Thank you sm for the request my lovely!! Hope you enjoy!! 💕
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“What’s this one again?” Leon asks, fiddling with the eyeshadow palette, shutting it and closing it over and over again as the magnetic seal clicks with the action.
You’re shocked at how willing he was to say yes to the idea of him giving you a makeover.
“That’s eye shadow,” you tell him, before going over the products one by one as he nods with an enthusiastic smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited even if he was utterly clueless about what to do.
You take a seat on your desk chair watching as he takes the foundation, “This one first?” He asks a little unsure of what he’s actually doing, and you giggle as his brows knit together with confusion.
“It’s all you baby, whatever you think goes first” You look up at him with a smile.
“Alright” he smiles, and you watch, feeling a little nervous, as he holds the bottle to your face, the nuzzle pressed against your cheek as he squirts the product on your face, and you gasp at the sudden coldness, giggling as he mumbles a small ‘fuck’
He takes one of the many brushes dabbing it across your face to smooth out the foundation that sits against your skin, he stands back admiring your face with a proud smirk before turning back to the dresser and picking up the eyeshadow pallet he was playing with earlier, and you cringe at the bright neon colours, out of all the pallets he just had to pick that one.
“Don’t be so nervous you’re gonna look so sexy” he chuckles, as he takes one of the smaller brushes dusting it with the bright pink, and your eyes flutter close as he applies the eyeshadow so gently to your eyelids, you barely even feel it, his hand occasionally brushes against your cheek as he continues to use the bright colour.
“I’m not hurting you right?” He asks so softly, and you can feel his breath fanning against your skin.
“No baby you’re alright” you whisper back, eyes still closed as he makes a joke about switching job professions, ‘government agent turned beautician’ and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you.
There’s a comfortable silence that settles between you both, and the only thing you can hear is the soft music that plays from your speaker.
Your eyes open as Leon cups your jaw, “I’m not doing a very good job” he chuckles, admiring your face and he can’t believe you’re still so beautiful even if he's doing a terrible job, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before going back to dresser picking up eyeliner with a confusing look.
He removes the cap, his eyebrows rising with shock, “What is this?” He asks, looking back over at you.
“Eyeliner” you smile, and it only confuses him more.
He study’s the product trying to make a guess on how you use it, “It goes on your eyes?- How do I?” he trails off manoeuvring his hand to try and figure out how to apply it, he stares at the brush tip with a very baffled expression.
You explain it to him, giggling at his horrified look he leans into you with hesitation and it makes you a little nervous, “Just be careful, don’t take my eye out” you tell him and he nods with a nervous chuckle and it definitely doesn’t make you confident.
His hand leans against your cheek, as he ever so gently drags the brush tip along your eyelid and he winces at how messy the line is, “Don’t open your eyes” he whispers as he does the same to your other eye, and it’s considerably worse than the other.
He pulls back laughing at how wobbly the line is, and it definitely doesn’t look the same when you do it, “Am I still pretty?” You smile looking up at him.
“You’re always pretty, the prettiest girl in the world,” he tells with a loving tone, handing you the mirror with a teasing ‘Ta-da’ and he chuckles at the boisterous laugh that erupts from you.
“Woah baby, it's a good attempt” you giggle, studying the awful job he’s done.
Leon looks down at you, how your eyes crinkle with joy and a loving feeling blooms in between his rib cage and it makes his heart flutter with adoration, the sweet sound of your laughter could brighten his day without fail always.
He picks up the makeup wipes taking one out, “Come here pretty angel” he says, wiping away the makeup gently, he knows how to do this part as he thinks back to the times when you were too drunk to do it yourself, and the cool sensation washes you with relief.
He wipes the makeup until your face is completely clean, and his big hands cup either side of your face making you look up at him, “My beautiful girl” he smiles leaning down the press a kiss to your lips.
You smile against him suddenly feeling awfully bashful, “Are you, hungry baby?” he asks, and you watch as he cleans up the space.
“Mhm, you wanna make pizza?” You ask, and he nods putting away the makeup products back to their rightful place before you both make your way to the kitchen.
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hi, i love ur writing ! could u do where leon compliments reader and reader is like "u dont have to say that, u know i am not beautiful" basically like reader being insecure, then leon comforts her and showering her with compliments. :) 💗
-Leon Kennedy x reader
Thank you for the request my lovely! Hope you enjoy! 💕💕
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You’re wrist deep in cookie dough, kneading it under your palms with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows as you let out little huffs, Sherry had a school bake sale and you were more than happy to help offering to bake her some cookies.
Leon always admired that about you, the way you were so kind and caring, you’ve helped him a lot through these past couple of months and he thinks you’re just perfect, inside and out.
He walks over to you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “Hey beautiful” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you roll the chocolate chip-covered cookie dough into balls.
He doesn’t miss the way you wince slightly at the nickname, how you seem to go in on yourself, you’ve been like this for weeks now, avoiding his touches, even at night you seem to sleep further away from him, he hates it.
“Hey, do you think two batches are enough? Or should I do another?” You ask trying to divert the conversation in a different direction, Leon notices the way your eyes seem to be fixed on the cookie dough, “I don’t remember how many children are in Sherry’s class”
He can see the concern that laces through your eyes, and he knows the worry goes far beyond Sherry’s school bake sale, there’s something much deeper in the way, something that makes you brush his love off.
“I think two batches are plenty, Sherry’s gonna be over the moon,” he says, noticing that you haven’t preheated the oven as he turns it to one-eighty degrees, “You wanna go grab some dinner after you’ve finished pretty girl?” He asks frowning at the way you wince.
There’s that look that flashes over your face again as if his words are venomous, and it breaks his heart, and he dreads to think about the horrible words you’re telling yourself.
He stands there for a moment, watching as you put the second batch of cookies in the oven thinking about how to approach this because, in all honesty, Leon doesn’t know how long he handled this distance you’ve wedged between the pair of you.
He waits until you set the timer, washing your hands and drying them off, until talking to you letting out a sigh as he prepares himself.
“Can we talk?” He asks, leaning against the countertops, his eyebrows pinched together when you don’t look at him.
“Sure, what is it?” You turn over to where he’s standing, arms crossed over his chest.
His hands go to rest against your hips, and he hates the way you seem to flinch from his touch as if his hands were poison against you, his chest tightens at the way you nibble on your bottom lip as you push away from him.
“What’s going on? Talk to me” he says, his tone soft and caring and it makes you want to burst into tears because the last thing Leon deserves is the way you’ve been treating him lately, constantly pushing him away every time he reaches out for you.
And you hate how much power your insecurities hold over you, hate how it’s now affecting your relationship, it kills you.
“Hey, don’t cry angel,” he says, noting the tears that fall down the curve of your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut, you felt so undeserving of such a sweet nickname.
You shake your head wiping your tears, “Don’t do that Leon” you cry, wrapping your arms around yourself, and he looks back at you with confusion.
“Do what?— y/n?” He asks, trying to understand why you were suddenly so upset, “Hey, beautiful tell me what’s going on?” His hands go to reach out for you but you’re quick to push them away.
“You don’t have to keep saying it, I’m not- I’m not beautiful or- or pretty, so just stop— please” and he swears he can feel his heart shatter, the remnants poking in his throat, and it’s hard to listen to your sobs.
He doesn’t know how to approach this, he’s terrified of making it worse but the way you hold yourself as pitiful sobs escape your lips breaks him in ways he never thought possible.
“Can— can I hold you?” He asks, relief washing over him as you nod whispering a small ‘okay’ and his arms wrap around you holding you close to him as he lets you cry into his shirt, his hand soothing your back.
“I’m sorry Leon, I’m just scared- I’m scared that you’ll look at me the way I do” you mumble and he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. It pains him to know that you look at yourself with anything other than kindness.
“Sweetheart, hey look at me,” he says, hands cupping either side of your tear-stained face.
“I love you- so much it’s scary, and I need you to know that okay? You mean the world to me” he promises, with such a loving look in his eyes and you can't find the heart to doubt his words.
"You're the most perfect person in the world, so beautiful inside and out, and god, you're so pretty, so so pretty, you- you leave me breathless" he smiles at the teary chuckle that leaves your lips.
You smile back at him, and you know there isn’t much he can say to erase your insecurities, it’s a deep-rooted problem you have to face alone, but the way he showers you with his love helps more than he’ll ever know.
“What can I do to make it better? Anything and I'll do it” he asks, you let out a breathy giggle and you almost convince yourself he’s not real, he can’t be.
You reach up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, and you slowly come to realise that, Leon really does love you and it was foolish to think otherwise, “There’s nothing really, just be patient, and don’t leave me” you murmur resting your head back against his shoulder, he hates that he can’t help you more.
“I’ll never leave you, ever” he promises, a gentle hand smoothing over your hair as he holds you against him.
“I’m sorry for being so awful to you, m’sorry for pushing you away,” you tell him with a slight wobble to your voice.
“You don’t need to apologise, you just gotta tell me what’s up, yeah? That’s what I’m here for” he tells you and you let out another wet, teary chuckle nodding your head and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
A minute passes by, as you both stand there holding each other before the timer goes off, and Leon pulls away as he takes out the cookies, and you can tell by the look in his eyes that’s he tempted to take one.
“Don’t even think about Leon, these are for Sherry’s bake sale” you remind him, as he still admires the delicious chocolate chip cookies.
“I’ll make another batch just for us” you wink, bumping your hip against his as he moves out of your way, and he smiles at the way you don't move away from his touch when his hand falls to your waist, you giggle at how he stands behind you watching intently as you put the cookies into little individual bags, fancy ribbon and all, and he can't help but think just how lucky he is to have you in his life.
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