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I write fics focused on female reader x RE9 Leon with age gap (30+) because they're most comfortable and natural to me due to my age (and because I really like older men lol). I'm really into slow burn too, so you've been warned heheh.
Most of my fics depict Leon as an awkward, goofy guy, but now I'm exploring more characterizations.
I also like cats, music, fashion, and a loooong etc. English is not my first language.
I hope you have fun here :)
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✿ ONGOING SERIES ✿
Cat Distribution System - 20/25
Or you and Leon adopting a cat together.
RE9 Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (age gap: 30+ reader) - Slow burn - NSFW
Chapter 1 and author’s notes // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4 // Ch. 5 // Ch. 6 // Ch. 7 // Ch. 8 // Ch. 9 // Ch. 10 // Ch. 11 // Ch. 12 // Ch. 13 // Ch. 14 // Ch. 15 // Ch. 16 // Ch. 17 // Ch. 18 // Ch. 19 // Ch. 20
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Behind your mask - 3/?
You only needed someone to kiss at New Year's to follow a silly superstition, but you found a brief, intense connection. In the meantime, you need to get used to your new job at the DSO as a receptionist and secretary to your awkward boss, Mr. Kennedy.
RE9 Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (age gap: 30+ reader) - Slow burn - SFW (for now)
Ch. 1 // Ch.2 // Ch. 3
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Off the record
RE9 Leon Kennedy x Journalist Fem Reader (age gap: 30+ reader) - SFW
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When I'm not around
RE9 Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader (unspecified age) - SFW
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You should've left
Vampire!Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (unspecified age ; any Leon era) - NSFW
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✿ WIP / DRAFTS ✿
The Town
RE9 Leon Kennedy x Fem Bioweapon!Reader (age gap: 30+ reader) - NSFW
Ch. 1
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Leon is your partner, your comrade, your anchor.
When he went on his first mission without you in a long time, he didn’t return to the office right away. Something was off, and no one wanted to tell you what happened.
So you tried to find out on your own.
tags: blood, rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, v fingering, clit play, mating press, couch sex, possessiveness, friends to lovers, love confession
A/N: Leon vampire agenda possessed me and instead of working on my current fics I just... wrote this. This is my first real explicit fic I post, I wanted to exercise a little, so please be kind lol. I don't know if this is a little OOC, but he's a vampire here so... whatever.
No reader's age specified. I wrote it thinking of RE9 Leon because older men are my downfall, but any Leon will work.
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“I hope everything goes well.”
Your thumb was grazing the back of your hand, absentmindedly. You weren’t looking at him.
“About that,” Leon said, his tone melancholic. “It will be a difficult mission. If I don’t make it, I–”
“Why didn’t you let me go with you?”
“Don’t insist. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
Leon. Your partner, your comrade, your anchor. This is his first mission without you in a long time. It’s an open secret that your relationship was complicated, even if he had never touched you.
Outside your building, you looked at him, marveled. A beautiful, loyal, respectful, caring man. Kinda goofy, too.
He looked at your lips, longer than necessary.
“Goodbye. See you soon, if I make it alive.”
You huffed, and patted his shoulder, like you were a man.
“You’re the Leon Kennedy. You always make it alive.”
He smirked, turned around and left.
“He’ll be working from home for a while.”
“What? What do you mean by a while?” You looked at the (in)human resources woman, frowning.
Leon is alive, that’s all you know. Every single person you asked told you he’s having some rest.
You don’t feel ready for reaching out, either. You need to find out what’s happening first before doing something.
So you started observing more carefully. The few emails he sent always came through at the exact same times, so you figured they had been scheduled. He never attended meetings, and every time you asked where he was or how he was doing, everyone avoided the questions.
Screw it.
You sneaked into the lab when no one was around. One of the chemists had carelessly left his computer unlocked.
“Isolated. Antidote under development. Symptoms unstable.”
That's it. You needed to do something.
You went home. You sat on the couch and sent him a message:
“How are you doing? They told me you were working from home.”
Read. No answer.
You took a deep breath, and your intuition screamed that something was wrong. Really, really wrong. Worse than anything you had read at the lab. Your gut was practically begging you: "Don't call him."
But you did anyway.
“Hey.”
His voice was raspier than usual.
“Leon. You didn’t reply to my message.”
You heard a low groan. He took a deep breath.
“Can’t look at screens too much,” he explained, deadpan.
“How are you doing?”
You heard a soft gasp from the other end of the line.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. How are you doing?”
You did something that had worked before in these situations, something you both used to do: you started telling him, in a kind, careful tone, what had been happening at the office. Gossip, daily stuff, things you did outside of work. It helped you both take your minds off of whatever was happening.
He remained silent, and you assumed he was listening attentively. But you heard an uneven breath, low grunts, like he was desperately trying to suffocate them.
“Leon?”
“Please don’t call me again,” his murmur was broken, hoarse. “Not until I’m back.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Leon, you don’t sound good at all. Please tell me what’s happening. No one will tell me," you said, deeply concerned.
You could hear him panting, struggling, huffing, to try to calm himself.
“No. Don’t call me again, please.”
“Leon–”
He hung up.
This is not good at all. You grabbed your keys and your bag and rushed to Leon’s apartment. You thanked your past self for asking him for a spare key. As stubborn as he is, he won't open the door.
When you got to his apartment, everything was dark. You walked carefully and stealthily, without turning on the lights. Leon was there, sitting on his couch, his head tilted back, looking at the ceiling.
“You shouldn’t have come,” he murmured, already aware of your presence.
“After our phone call, I’m even more worried. Come on.”
He stood and strode toward you, moving faster than you expected. The moment he stopped in front of you, something felt off.
Leon was pale. Really pale. His irises were a pale, icy blue, intimidating even in the dark. His gaze had something wild, dark. It made you feel more like prey than a friend.
“Can I turn on the light?”
“No, no, please, don’t,” it was a desperate, rushed beg.
“I’m sorry,” you said, apologetic.
Leon took a deep breath.
“You should leave.”
Yes. You agree. Your intuition agrees.
You should leave.
And you should leave now.
This situation was too weird. It’s him, yes, not like he wasn’t Leon anymore. He did the same thing he has always done with you: protect you when you’re in danger. Put your own safety before his.
“Is it contagious?” You asked, avoiding what he just said.
“I don’t know,” he said, in a bitter tone.
You didn’t even realize how: Leon was even closer to you. His gaze lingered on your lips, traveling along your jaw, until it finally locked onto your neck.
“You should leave.”
Now it was a whisper. He looked hypnotized, delighted. He was thinking of doing something, tempted, but he stood still, swallowing hard.
“You don’t want me to leave, don’t you?” You asked in a low voice, knowing you were walking on thin ice.
“No. That’s exactly why you should leave,” he murmured, a hoarse, severe voice that made your stomach hurt.
Why does he look more attractive than he already is?
You've been in love with him for a long time, and you'd be stupid to think he didn't feel the same way. More than once, the two of you had been on the verge of crossing the line between you. It was extremely dangerous, but tonight you wanted him more than you ever did. Why?
While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt his hands cupping your face, and you jolted.
“Leon, what the hell? You’re so cold.”
Instinctively, you grabbed his hands, still cupping your cheeks, and massaged them, trying to warm them up.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me,” he hissed.
“Sorry.” You let him go, looking down.
“No, no… I’m sorry. It’s not my intention. To hurt you.”
"Don't worry, I understand,” you responded, disheartened.
His cold fingers caressed your face, gently, and you looked back at him. While admiring you with deep devotion, he slid his fingers to your neck, brushing over your pulse. You shivered.
“Sorry,” he said, in an affectionate, low tone.
“It’s fine,” your tone was shy, but returning his intentions.
He remained silent for a while, his gaze shifted quickly through your torso, returning to your neck again.
“I like your neck,” he whispered, grazing your pulse with his thumb.
Leon’s voice was hoarse, sensual, intoxicating. Every single movement, every single touch, the look in his eyes, everything was too tempting to keep resisting.
This is a bad idea. Yes, a totally bad idea.
You should leave, now.
But you leaned in to give him a soft, still needy kiss. He grunted, with a heady fury, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue inside of you, in an eerie rush. He took you in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, while he laid you on the couch faster than you expected, still gentle.
He got on top of you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist, and kissed you, brushing his tongue with yours, but never using his teeth, like he was holding himself back. His breath, lips, tongue and saliva were too cold. There was an urge and need that wasn't normal. You knew something wasn’t right, but you still captured his bottom lip, nibbling it gently.
Leon hissed and groaned, desperate, like you ignited an impulse inside him. He trailed off kisses, pressing harder, running his tongue through your lips, the corner of your mouth and your jaw, breathing heavily against your skin, until he reached your neck.
You could feel his breath over you, still cold. He was panting, grunting, kissing the spot where your pulse was with a rough excitement. Your chest hurts from the sensation, while you let out a whiny, needy mewl. He grunted and bit your neck, softly.
First, it was a gentle nibble that made you shiver and moan. When he heard your noises, he grunted again. It was a savage, loud growl, the sound of an animal more than a human.
After a few seconds, he bit down harder, piercing your flesh.
You let out a painful, vulnerable, loud moan, crying his name in desperation. But he didn’t listen. You felt your blood trickling down your skin, warm and thick, while he sucked your neck, anxious, completely out of his head.
Minutes later, the pain was tolerable, the dizziness curiously turning you on again. And like something snapped inside his mind, he let you go, his breath hitching.
He looked at you. His pupils were dilated, the icy blue still visible. His expression was unsettling: fury, excitement, greed, delirium, desire… and guilt.
“You should've left when I told you,” he growled, panting, gritting his teeth.
Leon opened his mouth slightly, showing you his teeth, involuntarily.
Your eyes widened in shock.
Fangs. Too long to be human.
He glared at your neck again, and now he looked proud of his work. His gaze felt like he was drunk in the savage bliss of a predator, finally able to hunt you.
“You saw them, huh?” he said in a raspy voice, giving you a lopsided grin to show you one of his fangs again.
His mouth was stained with your blood, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand, not wanting to waste any of it, sucking and licking his hand and his lips in a lewd gesture that would have grossed you out in another moment, but it looked dangerously tempting and hot. You wanted more, but you figured you'd already lost a good amount of blood, and you didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold on if he kept going.
Why do you want something so twisted this much?
You pulled him down to kiss him again. You felt the metallic, salty taste of your blood lingering on his lips and tongue. His breath now felt like a cold iron that melted into your warm breath. Like he was in a hurry, he took off your clothes quickly, trying to not break the kiss, until you were bare naked beneath him.
Leon pulled away to admire your figure. His expression was thirsty, mesmerized, his lips tightened as his nose wrinkled, like he didn’t know what to do with you. He took off his tshirt, exposing his torso, not something you haven’t seen before due to years of missions and wounds, but now, in this context, it felt unbearably different.
He ran his cold hands though your body, in a devoted, still dark pace. He cupped your breasts, squeezed your flesh in every place he could. It gave goosebumps, it made you whine, and he grinned again, delighted by your reaction.
He found your lips again, and now the kiss was intense and passionate, softer than before. Leon was holding himself from something, but you felt that the friction of your bodies calmed him down a little. The sensation made him gasp and moan, earning soft whines from you too, while you felt his hands again caressing your body, until they were between your legs. He grazed your thighs softly with his fingers, until he cupped your pussy.
“I wanna eat you,” he whispered, heady, still moving his body to stimulate himself against you, his tone with a glimpse of guilt, “I wanna devour you so fucking much. I wanna kiss you and bite you everywhere. But not like this. I’m sure I’m gonna hurt you.”
Leon opened your legs enough to glide through your folds, testing every part of your pussy with the rough pads of his index and middle fingers, slowly. You squirmed to the sensation, gasping.
You could feel that the effect that your body had on him started fading. When he started rubbing circles over your clit, you moaned, and his fingers tensed. He cupped your pussy again, with enough care to not hurt you, but still enraged.
“Draining your neck got you so fucking wet? Shit… You’re driving me insane,” he gritted his teeth, and crashed his mouth into yours again.
You kissed again, aggressively, and you extended your hand toward his crotch, taking off his sweatpants. He wasn’t hard enough. It was a semi, but it was curious, since he looks horny as you right now. You tried to help jerking him off, but nothing happened.
“I’ve tried these days. But I can’t. I’ve been so damn horny, and I want to fuck you stupid so damn much, but I can’t. Fuck,” he snarled, panting, your pussy aching with his gravel, enraged, still aroused tone.
There was something curious about this whole situation, no doubt about it: even if his whole body was cold as ice, his cock was, actually, slightly warmer. That’s when you had an idea. An extremely risky, stupid idea.
You tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck.
“What if this is the solution?”
“No. Shit. Don’t even–”
Leon gritted his teeth, biting his lips, looking at your neck. Your proposal triggered a frenzy in him again, his thirst for your blood making his breath hitch.
“I trust you. I know you’ll stop if something happens,” you reassured him, panting, caressing his face.
He swallowed hard, leaning down to reach your neck, while you kept your right hand on his cock. He buried his face there, sniffing deeply to feel the smell of your blood, still fresh. He squirmed involuntarily in exasperating anticipation. He nibbed gently, first, testing and licking, and you whined softly to the sensation. Now, with slightly more care than the first time, he bit you, growling as he sank his teeth into your neck.
While he was drinking your blood like a thirsty man who spent weeks in the desert, you squeezed his shaft gently, pumping and stroking it, quickening the pace little by little. He grunted, sucking and biting harder, and you gritted your teeth, trying to endure the pain. You continued jerking him off, and he let out muffled moans that vibrated on your neck, giving you blissful goosebumps.
After a few seconds, he let go of your neck and grabbed your right hand, leaving it resting on his shoulder. A pleased hum escaped him as he swallowed the remaining blood in his mouth.
Now he finally was rock hard. He slid one finger inside your cunt, moving it slowly, and you mewled, with your thighs trembling. He let a few seconds pass before sliding a second finger in, curving his finger to reach your g-spot and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You moaned loud, whimpering his name, helpless.
He placed his tip in your entrance, stroking himself, and chuckled, completely entranced. He approached your ear, in a dangerous, calculated movement, licking his lips.
“You shouldn't have come,” he groaned, in a delirious, animal heat. “Now you’re mine. You’re mine. All mine. Mine. Mine.”
Leon kept repeating the same words, over and over again, possessively, still jerking off, until he spread you open, burying himself inside you at a torturing, slow pace. He was big and thick enough to make you feel overwhelmingly full. When he finally bottomed out, you gasped, squirming, wrapping your legs around his waist and placing your hands on his back, your nails already scratching him.
His thrusts were erratic, rocking his hips as if he couldn’t find a way to feel completely comfortable inside you. It was greedy, but understandable in his situation.
You were desperately horny to not be sure if the dizziness was due to the arousal or the blood you lost. But you won’t lie: everything felt insanely delightful. Enough to clench him, to roll your hips trying to follow his rhythm and find more friction. His lips found yours in an anxious, sloppy kiss. You moaned in his mouth, and he growled in yours in response, gripping your hips with enough strength that you’re for sure waking up with bruises tomorrow.
That’s when he finally could find the trigger he needed to keep going. In the few seconds of sanity he had, he pushed in trying to reach your g-spot, and you slid your fingers to your clit, rubbing it anxiously.
When Leon saw you touching yourself, he looked at you with a dark, almost frightening expression. He growled again, rolling his eyes and biting his lip with an intoxicating, savage gaze. He slammed fast into you, ruthlessly, his dick throbbing in your walls while you squeezed it, your mind totally cockdrunk, on the edge of your climax.
A part of your brain shut down as you started trembling, the feeling of his thrusts more intense, you clit aching from the arousal. You only needed to hear him growl again to turn your moans into an incoherent mumbling that finally ended you.
You arched your back shuddering as your orgasm bursted. It felt like shockwaves, an electricity that disheveled you while you whimpered and cried Leon’s name, contracting your thighs, your whole body convulsing and spasming, while your fingers were still trying to find new spots on your pussy to sparkle more feelings.
He was observing you carefully, fucking you through your orgasm, feasting his eyes with your gestures, still like a hunter, a predator who was calculating his next move. He switched his position to a mating press, eyes on you, a wild stance, thrusting roughly, until his movements turned erratic again. He was blissed out, heady, about to reach his release.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna–”
Leon gritted his teeth, frowning, looking down and squeezing his eyes shut, cursing under his breath incoherently. His cock throbbed violently as he came inside you, and he growled loud again, grabbing your ass with fury, his body with shocking spasms while his cum filled your pussy. A final vulnerable moan came from his throat while he sighed deep.
You looked at him, your body already limp, boneless. You tried to catch your breath again, the dizziness worsening as the adrenaline faded. His grip loosened, his chest still heaving, but he looked in trance, almost lost. You took his hand, brushing it gently, and his eyes met yours, bringing him back to earth.
Leon took a deep breath and avoided your gaze again.
“That was insane,” he whispered, still confused, his voice broken trying to catch his breath too.
“Are you feeling better?” You asked softly, concerned.
“I feel… really good. What about you?”
His tone felt like he was starting to feel embarrassed. You didn’t say anything for a while.
“I feel… really good too,” you said, shyly.
“Good,” he said, nodding, awkwardly. “Let me–”
He let you go, hissing to the sensation. He sat beside you while you were still lying on the couch.
“We just had unprotected sex,” he said, worried.
“I’m on the pill, don’t worry about that.”
“Okay. It’s just that–”
Leon paused, obviously conflicted.
“I wanted this to happen someday. But not like this. I wanted to treat you right,” he added, swallowing hard, until he took a deep breath.
“I… I love you.”
You remained silent for a while, and reached his hair, caressing it softly.
“I love you too. It was amazing anyway. A good memory of our first time.”
Leon smiled at you, amused, taking your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. Your eyes widened in surprise.
“Leon.”
“What is it?”
“You’re blushing.”
“I just confessed. What are you expecting?” He smirked, embarrassed.
“No, it’s not that.”
You let go of his hand and touched his cheek. His skin was warm again.
“Show me your teeth.”
He did as you told. The fangs were gone.
“Looks like this was indeed the solution,” you grinned, content.
He let out a soft laugh.
“Looks like it. But now, we need to give you a blood transfusion before you pass out.”
“Fuck… right.”
“Wait.”
He put his sweatpants on and went to the kitchen, returning with a blood bag.
“Are you expecting me to drink it, Mr. Vampire?” You asked, teasing him.
“Of course not. They brought me a few so I could control myself a little. Didn’t work of course. Come here.”
It’s not the first time you and Leon have to do something like this. Giving each other blood transfusions was practically something you could do on the go during missions.
“Will I make it, doctor?” You pouted, ironically.
“We’re not joking about this one, okay?”
“Grumpy.”
The next day, Leon reported that the symptoms had disappeared, without giving any details. After a few exams, he was able to return to the office and resume his missions as usual.
When you moved in together, there were some nights when he felt a little colder and more agitated. But the warmth of your body was enough to calm him down.
After coming back from his last mission, Leon takes you to the shooting range, even if he told you once he doesn't want you to hold a gun in your life. Set immediately after RE9 events (spoilers ahead).
words: 1k
tags: ficlet, fluff, angst, reader's gender or age not specified, implied sex, established relationship (reader and leon are married), kinda moody reader, sweetheart husband leon, not beta read
A/N: a quick thing that crossed my mind literally last night. english is not my first language and I feel too lazy to check grammar mistakes lol, but I hope you like it :)
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“Don’t tense your body so much.”
“You’re too relaxed to be holding a gun.”
“Hands firm.”
“Loosen your shoulders.”
“Your feet are too apart.”
“Fix your posture, just like I told you.”
“Don’t bend your knees.”
“Pull the trigger confidently.”
“Be careful with the recoil. Hold the gun just like I told you.”
“You’ll need to learn to handle guns with both hands, in case something happens and you can’t use your dominant hand.”
“Eyes on the target.”
“I didn’t even see where that bullet went. Shoot again.”
“Now let’s practice with the rifle.”
Leon’s instructions had you dizzy. You’re trying your best to not complain, lowkey enjoying his gentle touch when he gives you instructions or fixes your posture. He still sounded meticulous, taking this training seriously.
But you’re not an agent. The circumstances behind how you met Leon are far from what he does for a living, but you accepted him with the life he has from the start. A life when there’s always the risk of him never coming back.
When Leon got sick, the anguish deepened, even if, ironically, he was spending more time at home. The black blotches started getting bigger, his hunch worsened, his hands started to get shaky. He looked tired, frustrated of not being able to have a normal life.
More than once, he avoided you at home, to the extreme of sleeping in the guest room a couple of times. He didn’t want you to see him like this. That caused more than one argument: it hurt to see your husband pushing you away. Eventually, you reminded him of the obvious: in sickness and in health, no matter what happens.
So when he left without explaining anything, you knew what was happening. Days before that, his body was withering even more. You were scared of not seeing him again. When you saw the news about the Raccoon City facility burning on TV, you thought of the worst.
It was almost dawn when you heard the door opening. After all these years married, you already even know how his steps sound when he gets home after a mission. You were curled up on the couch, covered with a blanket, your face all red, eyebags of how much you cried before falling asleep.
Now you cried again, hugging him tightly, checking with care his hands and his neck, fully cured. He tried to comfort you, telling you I’m here, baby, not going anywhere, it’s fine, reminding you how much he loves you, over and over again.
He was covered in dirt, blood, wounded and bruised. You were used to this, sewers odor included. You helped him take a bath, being careful with every wound, washing his hair, while he told you about his mission. The FBI agent he met, all the things he found out, the new reasons to mistrust the government. You went to bed, both sleeping soundly after days of uncertainty.
That weekend, Leon showed you with actions how better he was feeling. He didn’t let you leave the bed (to give you some rest and have the best sex you had after months of struggling moments), cooked your favorite dishes, watched his movies with you without falling asleep. Your husband was back, but something actually changed.
Days later, he took you to the shooting range. You’ve been there before, a couple of times, just because you were curious. He always told you he didn’t want to see you holding a gun. He didn’t marry you to drag you into his lifestyle. And you hate guns, too.
So why now?
You felt slightly annoyed, especially because you sucked at it, even if you went twice a week. It took you a whole month to land a bullet in a stunt (barely). At that point, you were kinda done, the only thing keeping you there was that he took you to dinner after the training, helped you at night to go to bed if you felt sore, made love to you gently, telling you how well you did today.
It was worth it. But you didn’t understand yet.
One day, you woke up in an awful mood. Your way to the shooting range was in silence, you frowning looking at the window.
“What is it, baby?”
“I don’t want to go today,” you said, in an annoyed, embarrassingly childish tone.
“Hey…”
“Do you want me to join the DSO or something?” you snapped, upset.
Leon just sighed, and didn’t say anything. He knows you enough to be aware of the fact that giving you an answer, no matter how kind it was, was going to annoy you even more right now. That’s how a potential argument starts. They’re not common at all, though. But when you get angry… You're really scary.
When you got to the shooting range, you stood on your usual spot. He fixed your hair, looked at you and held you tight. His hug felt heavily affectionate, endearing, like he was anchoring himself through you, making sure you were there with him. He kissed your temple, and approached your ear.
“I still don’t want you to hold a gun, never,” he whispered, squeezing you gently. “But I want to make sure that you can protect yourself when I’m not around.”
He paused, taking a deep breath.
“I love you so much. And I hope you never need this. I’ll keep protecting you so you never find yourself in a situation like this. But… I’ll work hard to never lose you. And I’ll keep working so I can stay by your side, and grow old together as we promised years ago.”
You held him tighter. A few tears ran through your face.
“I love you, my corny man,” you murmured. “I’m so glad I married you.”
After giving you a soft peck on your lips, he looked at you, and dried the tears off your face. You smiled at him, now with a calm expression.
“Better?”
You nodded, happier.
“Good, good. Where are we having dinner tonight?”
“Nowhere,” you caressed his face, pinching one of his cheeks. “I want to go home and cuddle with you.”
He smiled, pleased by your answer.
“Sounds like tonight will be my lucky night,” he patted your nose with his finger, gently, and put you the hearing protection earmuffs on.
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@wholesomepanda they got some mad good writing and I love reading it on the random, like College rivals and Learning Secrets fabulous
@midnightsummerrain I stay being obsessed with this person...like 😩 Forever night stand Bittersweet STELLAR
@mbrickswrites now Don't think the stripper likes you UGHH so good I need more of it, it’s been too long Mecki over here edging us 😭
@tearsof-scarlet the work is long but it’s SO WORTH IT Stay Close, Rookie was a 22k word fanfic and I read all that shit yesterday and it was AMAZING
@blinkingame now they wrote Behind your mask 🎭 a fic that is still going in which I will still be reading because it's THAT good and even the town which was good
Saquverse/Sakuverse Fandom
@xxluneilaxxaus this person was an old friend of mine way back when (like a year into two ago) when I was still (ACTIVELY) apart of the Sakuverse/saquverse fandom and all though I rarely hear from them now, they're still a friend.
@meraki-kiera Haven't heard from them in a while but its still nice to look at old comments from 2024 which feels so long ago
@des2dream good friend Loved talking to them before I got kicked from the discord, 😅 they were always so supportive of everyone!!!
there are so many more of you I want to mention but the names escape me and everyone's writing is so good. T^T I love all the works you all are so appreciated by me and those who enjoy your work. I enjoy talking to you all and being thirsty for Leon Kennedy, and other fandoms
The amount of genuine love and positivity in fandom never ceases to astound me. Sometimes you land at exactly the right fandom with exactly the right people and get the chance to hype each other up through everything life throws at us. Even logging in after some days away feels like coming home and I wish I could spent so much more time spreading the love.
That being said, shout out to the best people ever:
@mskyrathefroggo thank you so much for tagging me and maxpraising 500DOD 😭 Honestly I STRIVE to write like that in everything I write atm but idk I never quite manage to. It's ok though no fic can be the same hehe. I ALSO REMEMBER that day when I read and replied to your live reactions it was glorious. When making commentary on fics I also always write along as I read haha it's just fun to give the writers ones reaction to each scene that stands out to you. You're a gem amongst the people and I appreciate you so much 💕
@midnightsummerrain My dearest Shell, you were like, one of the first people I connected with in the RE fandom and I'm so happy we found each other 🥹 You have one of the kindest souls I ever got the pleasure to meet AND we are so alike it's so funny. I wish I could be more active in our server but know that I think about you so often and am always on the lookout for your next work hehe. Everything you write is a blast to read and your positivity makes my day a little brighter whenever I see it. Ily 🫶🏻
@redpagetabs Elle, your latest update has been sitting in my "to read"s 😭 I swear I'm gonna get around to it, it's just been a week. With that out of the way, I appreciate your every word in this fandom so much and am inspired by your entry in writing with us!
@leavemealoneplzs The og Vendetta stan haha Lone you give justice to the Leons that need the most love and I love you for it. Love our gang and how we somehow compliment each other so well? It's a blast 💕
@steelandvibranium Suzy, you always manage to think of us and share your life with us amongst all the business of days. It's something I admire and love about you. Even if I don't reply, I feel connected to you and find a lot of comfort in it 🥹💕
@rednnedy You pop up from time to time and it's always nice to see you finding your way back even when it's just to say Hi, drop a fic and leave again. You made an impact in the fandom with your "9 Days To Requiem" event and I will cherish it forever! I hope you're doing better 🫶🏻
@leonsgfpost Queen of RE2 Leon imho hehe 🤭 One of your fics popping up is a highlight!
I appreciate you all and everone else so much you can't imagine! You make life a little less edgy and I am grateful we all share a passion that brought us together.
Ohhh Milli your comments are so warm and kind, thank you for bringing sunshine to my day!! 🥹 And seriously never worry about how quickly you read my things (or at all), I know there's so much content out there and we all have busy lives in the first place. I never want anyone to feel like I'm expecting a read. ❤️
I'd love to continue the positivity train:
@millimeraki (obv) you're just an absolute light in this world who radiates warmth, and your passion for writing was a huge inspiration for me when I got started. I love reading all of your works and so much appreciate you as a person. Thank you for your encouragement. 💚
@midnightsummerrain Shell, you were the first person I found in this fandom and I was immediately head over heels for Forever Night Stand. When I followed you, I learned just how awesome of a person you are behind the amazing writing, and you bring such good vibes to everyone's dashes you cross. Thank you for being so welcoming. 💙
@sunnyqtian Megan, you have been so wonderful to interact with in the community as well, and you surely live up to your name's meaning!! I love your posts and reblogs, and I admire all of the extra work you put in to write your fics in two languages. 💛
@xx-betteroffaslovers-xx I wanted to give you a huge thanks for your comments on each of my fics, they really encourage me to keep going. 💜
And everyone else I am so happy to call my mutuals, you all make the Leon community such a fun and welcoming place to be 💕💖💕 @wheredidparkgo @blinkingame @mwonstruck7 @tothelions @pricetagofficial @leonslifealert
The fact that I was mentioned on this wholesome train TWICE makes me feel so honored <3 online communities aren't always as welcoming as you guys (personal experience, sadly) so I deeply appreciate it 🥹 It helps me so much to keep writing and staying here posting silly (or not so silly) stuff.
Thank you so much, especially to @mskyrathefroggo and @redpagetabs for the mentions ❤️
And of course I'm sending love to some of my writer mutuals @brunosbambina, @letstalkalatte, @slowerghost, @thelonewolfdreamer, @lanadelreyylover, @eyesofophelia, @kindred-s0uls, @burgundycherry54, @rednnedy. You're such an inspiration to me!!! Thank you for everything!!!
I’d dearly like to thank and appreciate @lanadelreyylover a new found friend of mine I had made this summer, who’s work is truly extraordinary, which makes me sad as I see how many hate request, ask things from anonymous users. But truly happy that we have this friendship where we can find a comfort person.
@millimeraki I will say this with my whole trans padded chest I am a Millimeraki Stan and y'all know this. 500 days (y'all better read that shit) was my hyper fixation this summer, and I want to see more of their work because it’s just that good. Again, I wrote a whole review on it and wow lord RE9!Leon / CIA Agent!Wife! they wrote Plant E which its apart of CIA So good makes me queer I need more of that I feel like i could still remember the day I was reading all their fanfics and they responded with me as I went.
@key201303 heyyy 😏 if anyone could make me wanna go outside and go to summer camp it’s this girl, the writing is superb and I get eager for The Summer We Fell in Love even if I’m busy volunteering for something
@brunosbambina this person deserves a special appreciation as I was a Resident Evil fan (every now and then) and a Leon…lover their fanfic “𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚” got me into this Leon fan fiction dungeon for example I was (still am) reading The Freak Circus fanfics and stumbled upon their post of Leon Kennedy thought it was amazing liked it and went on my merry way...cue me constantly thinking about this fanfic, now for me when I really enjoy fanfics I fear that because you never know when the poster might just one day decide to delete all their work EVEN IF ITS GOOD I save it on my google docs to constantly read, and this one will always have a special place in my heart being the first Leon Kennedy x Self Insert I read in a while
@thelonewolfdreamer like Cate I appreciate them too, they like that one friend who feels like a sister, a sister that can make your eyes wet…and something else
@wholesomepanda they got some mad good writing and I love reading it on the random, like College rivals and Learning Secrets fabulous
@midnightsummerrain I stay being obsessed with this person...like 😩 Forever night stand Bittersweet STELLAR
@mbrickswrites now Don't think the stripper likes you UGHH so good I need more of it, it’s been too long Mecki over here edging us 😭
@tearsof-scarlet the work is long but it’s SO WORTH IT Stay Close, Rookie was a 22k word fanfic and I read all that shit yesterday and it was AMAZING
@blinkingame now they wrote Behind your mask 🎭 a fic that is still going in which I will still be reading because it's THAT good
Saquverse/Sakuverse Fandom
@xxluneilaxxaus this person was an old friend of mine way back when (like a year into two ago) when I was still (ACTIVELY) apart of the Sakuverse/saquverse fandom and all though I rarely hear from them now, they're still a friend.
@meraki-kiera Haven't heard from them in a while but its still nice to look at old comments from 2024 which feels so long ago
@des2dream good friend Loved talking to them before I got kicked from the discord, 😅 they were always so supportive of everyone!!!
there are so many more of you I want to mention but the names escape me and everyone's writing is so good. T^T I love all the works you all are so appreciated by me and those who enjoy your work. I enjoy talking to you all and being thirsty for Leon Kennedy, and other fandoms
it’s a hamlet reference, and it was also an album that a very local band did lol the lead singer (friend of mine) still appreciates that i used it as a username
i feel like leon kennedy would just love just watching you be a woman. he has no complaints just sitting and watching all the girly little things you do.
watching that cute little smile you do when you apply blush to your kissable cheeks, he’s obsessed.
seeing you steal another one of his shirts because it has his smell on it. he acts like it bothers him. but, you and him both know he doesn't actually give a damn. if anything, he secretly beams when he can smell himself all over you.
when it’s date night and he’s watching you take down your hair curlers and put on your lip combo for the evening, he’s absolutely mesmerized.
and his absolute favorite, when you take your everything shower every sunday. your face is glowy from all your skincare products. your skin is soft and radiant from your intense exfoliation and you slather yourself in that body butter that the likes. your hair is smooth and smelling heavenly. then to top it all off, the cute, pink little nightie you put on when you're all done.
you look like an absloute goddess and his sweats are suddenly feeling incredibly tight when you step out of the bathroom.
looks and beauty rituals aside, you're just so warm and gentle with him as well. nothing motivates him to get home faster than knowing you're gonna wrap him in your arms and shower him with love as soon as you see him.
leon appreciates the strength you show for him when he's feeling weak and everything is just becoming too much for him. mission after mission. hours of paperwork that he can't bring himself to complete just yet. having to be miles away from you some nights which leads to no sleep. having to face literal nightmares for a living and carry on each day gets to be a lot. sometimes leon stretches himself too thin some days. always in his nature to want to help.
but, he can find comfort in you always. you're his safe space just as much as he is yours. you nurture the life in him with your empathy and care. and it's not hard because he brings it out of you.
leon never gets tired of watching you embrace your sensuality. how passionate you are about life. standing by admiring your how you balance your fierce attitude and softness with such grace. all the little qualities and traits that make you who you are. that all combine to manifest as the woman that he loves most.
leon just loves your femininity. leon just loves you.
oh leon seeing me doing my skincare while telling me some lame joke about all the things i use and then buying me one of my products without telling me because he saw i was running out of it
trying to write proper smut for the first time + imposter syndrome is such a bad combo. my self esteem as a fic writer or whatever i am is at its lowest tonight lol
