Rookie Leon helping you pack after your final year of college
Content: Fluff, sfw, no use of y/n, reader cries and Leon is a sweetheart
♡ Rookie Leon who shows up with a grin on his face, holding a collection of boxes to make sure you can pack all your stuff up at once.
♡ Rookie Leon who lets you delegate his tasks, and does each one so carefully because he wants to do every task perfectly for you.
♡ Rookie Leon who every time you fill up a box is quick to carry it to his Jeep for you. He doesn't want you to strain yourself carrying heavy boxes!
♡ Rookie Leon who helps you take down your posters and photos. He's meticulous as he pulls them from the wall, and removes any tack that's left on them so they don't get damaged.
♡ Rookie Leon who's quick to notice your eyes get glassy as you pack all your college memories into a box. He's gentle when he pulls you into a hug, holding you against him. He doesn't say anything, just lets you cling to him as you cry.
♡ Rookie Leon who constantly checks in with you as he drives you home, stopping to pick up your favourite snacks and drinks to try cheer you up.
⤷ leon sits front row at every performance he attends. with his job, he struggles to make every one, but damn if he doesn't try. the times he can make it, he makes it count. he watches you with pride–when you lock eyes across the stage, you can see that "yeah, that's my partner" look in his gaze. when it's over, he always claps loud enough that you can't notice who isn't.
⤷ leon always has flowers waiting in the car after. no matter if he's in a rush or not, it's his nonnegotiable. he tries to get other gifts–something smaller because you're always assuring him you don't want anything extravagant–when time allows. he treats you to dinner of your choice and listens to you recount the backstage drama and stress.
⤷ leon carries your dance bag in for you. it's not heavy to either of you, but he always insists on it anyways.
⤷ leon safely drops your bag on the couch before carrying you into the bedroom. you don't have to complain about aching feet because he knows. so begins your shared routine: he'll apply ointment on any wounds with gentle fingers, only pausing to press soft kisses to your ankle and up your leg. leon puts bandages with stars on your injuries, and lotion on your feet.
⤷ leon wipes your makeup for you. he takes out any bobby pins, and washes your hair in the eventual bath he runs for you, always with a bath bomb for you to lazily play with.
⤷ each dancer to their own, but leon knows how you specifically like to personalize and break into your new pointe shoes. he offers to do it a few times, something that makes you hesitate. you watch him like a hawk the first few times, just incase. but after a while, you stop feeling you have to play watch guard. leon always does it right because he's observed you for so long.
note: this is hwk very self-indulgent 😭 capcom give this man a normal, stable life (and partner by extension)
thinking about 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚 conforting you after finding out that your excuse of a boyfriend, who happens to be his oldest son, had cheated on you.
you were trembling on his arms, sobbing while trying to say some coherent to him but leon could only focus on how pretty you looked with your face all teared up, lipstick smudged and rosey puffy cheeks.
you were so cute, he didn't want you suffering over the actions of an asshole, even if that said asshole was his own son. so, with all the best intentions a man like him could have, he did all he could to cheer you up and make you forget.
and if that implied eating you out with his son's hoodie still on, so be it.
"mmf, fuck, mr. kennedy," your sweet moans were like music to his ears. your delicate hand found its way towards his head and grasped the grey-ish strands, tugging at them when his face buried deeply into your pussy, and his nose tip brushed against your puffy clit. a low growl teared from his throat when your thighs squeezed his head, making him choke on his breath.
mr. kennedy. oh, how he loved whenever you called him that. normally, it would have been in a polite greet whenever you came to visit. but now, with your soft legs tangled around his head and his mouth glued to your leaking cunt was more enjoyable than ever.
you're squirming and whining under his tongue, holding onto his hair as his mouth sinked more into your core, telling him it's too much for you to handle. yet, he didn't care, not when your pussy was clenching around his tongue, begging for him to keep going. you were so desperate for his touch it was almost pathetic.
poor baby, all of this time fucking a useless prick, not knowing what it was like to be worshipped like you deserved. it was bordeline criminal, a beautiful woman like you—the root of all desire, the tought on his brain whenever he furiously fisted his cock at night—neglected by someone who didn't know what he had.
"that's right," he groaned against your soaken core. "feels good, isn't it? spread your legs a bit more, yeah—just like that, fuucking god."
his hot breath ghosted over your sensitive clit, making your head falling back against the cushions, moaning and pleading, crying your eyes out for a release. "mhmp, mr. ken—oh fuck! r-right there! i'm so.."
leon increased the pace of his tongue, smothering his moans in your pussy, sending vibrations that were enough to drown out his lewd noises with your orgasm— shutting him off while squeezing your thighs, hidding his face between your shaky legs.
Warnings: smut obvi, hair pulling, praise kink, no y/n, no pronouns used, oral sex (m receiving), I wrote the reader a little shy but not anything over the top. Sweet Leon in this one.
I don’t use AI, don’t feed my works to AI.
The first time you tried he’d just spent what felt like hours- and maybe it had been, you can’t even think straight, much less guess the time - between your legs. You’re still panting, still recovering, and Leon’s looking up at you, pleased with himself as you tiredly paw at his hair, worried he’ll try to wring another orgasm out of you before you’ve had a chance to breathe.
“That all you can take, baby?” The pet name is sweet on his tongue, still blissfully new, you’ve only been together for a few months now, only sleeping together a handful of times and never like this. If you weren’t already warm all over the way he’s talking would have made sure you were. You feel heat curling in your stomach, and his hands tighten where they hold you thighs apart, as if he can sense it. “I think you’ve got another in you, just one more.”
He’s already leaning forward, mouth inches from you, but your hands in his hair stop him, a little tug and he looks like he’s won as he looks back at your face, not moving in case you give him the go ahead, despite your obvious hesitation. “L-Leon, baby, don’t you want to cum? I could- I could use my mouth?” You near trip over the words, anxiety even though this is far from your first time.
“Oh that’s okay, sweetheart. Maybe later, I just want this for now, if you can handle it?” He looks almost shy, so you don’t push, and the night ends with him inside you, telling you how beautiful you are, so you don’t question it.
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Then it happens again, and it’s a lot more obvious this time, a heated make out session on his couch that led to you slipping to your knees on the floor in front of him, hands going to his belt, but one of his hands finds your jaw and he’s looking down at you in a way that has you squirming, but then he talks, so kind even though you’re a little embarrassed, “That’s ok, baby, how about you let me take care of you, hm?”
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Another gentle rejection or two later and you decide you won’t try again for a little while, you’re too embarrassed even though you’ve never done it with him, so it’s not like he thinks you’re bad at it. But he hasn’t told you why he doesn’t let you, so obviously it’s something you did.
Then one day he’s got you in his lap, and he’s hard against your ass, moaning a little when you grind down and you just snap, burying your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment, to avoid the kindness in his eyes, the soft way he looks at you when he tells you no, “Why won’t you let me suck your dick? Did I do something? Did I not do something? If you just didn’t like it you would have told me so you can’t say that’s what this is now.” That’s a gamble on your part, Leon doesn’t really talk about what he likes or what he doesn’t unless you ask, he’ll make sure he has your consent and then he’ll run with it but he doesn’t really seek out his own- oh, that’s why.
You put it together right as he says it, “I’d just feel selfish, I guess.” Then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back to look at him, panic in his voice, “Not that you’re selfish! I just- it’s just different. I want you to cum until you can’t or don’t want to and I love making that happen, however you want me, I enjoy it and you aren’t selfish-“
“I get it,” you cut him off, embarrassed at how he talks about it all so casually, like the mess he reduces you to is the most normal thing in the world, “I’m not selfish, but you’d feel selfish if I did it to you? Leon, thats sweet but stupid, I feel the same way about you. I want you to get to experiences I get to have.”
“Oh.” He’s looking at you like it’s never occurred to him that you’d want that, despite how many times you’ve offered. Then you watch the tips of his ears turn red, and a nice, light blush settling across his cheeks, “Well, I guess it’s ok then. If you want, but also if you don’t want to I’m perfectly fine with just-“
Your knees hit the ground with a thud, looking up at him expectantly, and that light blush turns darker as he stares down at you, hands going to his pants and slowly pulling them down, as if he’s giving you time to change your mind. You’re almost worried the anxiety will cause him some trouble but the second he frees his dick it’s slapping up against his stomach, a little precum on the tip.
You’re on him in seconds, one hand circling around the base of him, the other settling on his thigh as you lean forward and guide his tip into your mouth. The grunt he lets out as you swallow him down has you squeezing your thighs together, and the wide-eyed stare he has when you look up at him fills you with glee.
“Fuck, baby, you really did want this, huh?” Leon’s already panting, and you feel his hips lift a fraction of an inch before he catches it, forcing himself to stay still as he leans back against the couch, biting the back of his wrist when he feels your throat twitch around him.
You bob your head, tongue licking stripes on the underside of his dick, a prominent vein becoming your new favorite thing, and he can’t catch himself before he thrusts up this time. You gag slightly and recover before he can panic too much, but his hands go in your hair like he might pull you off before you convince him with a firm suck to his tip that you’re ok.
He lets out a little strained sound at that, and you look up to see his eyes closed tightly, jaw clenched shut like that’ll keep him quiet, and you start to work faster, a hand coming up to his balls just to feel when they start to tense. “I’m close baby, you don’t have to swallow, or we could stop if you want.”
His words are coming out tense, like it’s taking everything for him to not cum down your throat and god, if that’s not doing it for you. You take him as deep as you can, a nice fast pace that makes him feel vaguely like your sucking out his soul and there’s that little sound from his throat again, followed by a gasp and hot cum hitting the back of your throat.
Leon’s hands are gentle in your hair, almost petting you as he comes down, feeling you still sucking gently until he pulls you off with a hiss from the over-sensitivity. “Did so good, sweetheart. Was that ok? Was I too rough with you?”
You climb back in his lap before answering, sitting right on his damp, softening cock and enjoying the little twitch of his hips when the friction is too much for him, “Next time fuck my face? Pretty please?”
He looks at you with shock, wide blue eyes meeting yours as he begins to blush again, letting out a sigh like the tired old man that he is. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
A/N: re9 Leon just gives major service top vibes idk why. Like I can see him doing whatever his partner wants and like obvi he wants to cum but only when it’s convenient and they’re satisfied.
cw: drinking, flirting, miscommunication, reader and Leon have unrequited feelings, gn!reader (no description of features/clothing)
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You say something you shouldn't, but it turns out Leon doesn't mind.
Leon Kennedy/Reader
You and Leon always share the pleasure of each other's companies on the nights when the two of you don't have any obligations. When the two of you are not occupied by fulfilling your duties as stalwart warriors of the unceasing monsters that haunt the night.
Only then you may enjoy the delight of sitting with Leon in the lounge that no one else uses. Then you may shelter in this oasis with this man who occupies your attentions so perfectly across from you.
There's something so handsome about him, even in this terrible lighting, as you regard the way that he sits in casual, languid repose. It's something that you're only granted sight of when the two of you may relinquish the burdens of the day.
When you watch the way that his hand knuckles around the neck of the beer bottle, the bob of his Adam's apple as he allows himself a heady swallow—as he settles it at crooked angle against the bend of his knee.
(This is problematic in itself, for it prompts you to direct your gaze up the slope of that thick, muscular thigh barely housed by his practical clothes.)
When Leon speaks, you have to pretend that you were not admiring the details of his body. You must act with utmost normalcy in comparison to other avenues that your thoughts were wandering down.
His voice is rugged, it's familiar, it's of a cadence that informs you he has relieved himself of the burdens of the day.
His eyes remained trained on the distant horizon as he confides to you, "Think I'm getting too old to drink."
There's a self-deprecatory smirk that makes foundation on his face, something weary in his eyes as he admits this: this is a confession to you. This is an admission that he can share in your company alone. You mind reels against the soporific effect of alcohol as you find something to reply to him with.
"Perish forbid the thought, Leon." You smile, turning yourself against the plush cushion of the couch to address him. Your hand wields your own beer with adamant determination.
"You can keep up with the best of 'em." You tell him, letting your own sincere smile take occupation on your face. In return, you are given the sight of a grimace, the crow's feet taking ample display around the squint of his eyes—something that you think suits him quite nicely.
"No—"—He disagrees with a dismissive wave that his free hand makes—"—Think I gotta head home. Sherry says I'm starting to enter grandpa territory."
The statement, at the signal of his departure, sends a rush of adrenaline through you—worry that he may actually depart. And desperation fuels you to ensure that he remains.
But you keep your voice level, you ensure your smile appears easy, to avoid the roiling turmoil from within being displayed.
"Sherry says that because you're her parental figure." You grin across from him, halting him from the tightening of muscle that indicate his exodus home. He looks at you with nonplussed airs, wondering what you will say next.
And what you say next is the truth—but perhaps not as well articulated as it should be. "But you're like, totally a DILF."
You don't realize just how deeply you have descended past the point of no return until you observe the crinkle of his brow, the oblivious tilt of his head.
"DILF?" He echoes your statement, watching the details of your face for clarity. "What's that?"
Here you are rendered totally at a loss for any sufficient vocabulary. You search for the most available wording that will not render you a fool. Nor Leon deeply uncomfortable.
But you're at a loss for any way to mollify the definition; so instead, you decide to opt for honesty.
"Well—uh—"—You stare askance to the ground, back to Leon's expectant face, where he awaits elaboration—"—It's a …dad I'd like to fuck."
The words feel as though they are clawed out of your mouth, as a steaming, nascent heat blossoms under the spread of your cheeks, under the sinew of your skin. To say that wishing for a swift demise would be drastic understatement, as the moment endures for prolonged eternity.
But then to your greatest surprise—a smirk takes root on the full of his mouth.
"Oh, yeah?" He asks, and there's a degree of interest, of mischief in undertone of his voice. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"
You can only endure so many surprises. You feel as though your heart is going to combust within the caging of your ribs.
"Well—I—"—You exercise the best of your vocabulary—"—Wha—?"
The smile doesn't lose its cant of playfulness; if anything, it becomes more wicked in bearings. And to your growing astonishment, he makes sidelong travel across the couch to you, his wide palms guiding his path.
"Could've saved us a lot of hassle." He continues, as he still makes his endured travel to you—letting you ogle the way his thighs flex and shift as he nears.
"Well—um." You continue, still trying to search for anything to articulate the unmooring you feel. "You see—"
"I know, I know." Leon continues, and there's a touch of abashed direction to his statement; now, his eyes dart away from you to search the details of the flooring. "I was too nervous to say something myself."
Perhaps three times is the charm—you drag your eyes up from the intense appraisal of his legs to meet his. To meet the marked intensity that bears in the arc of his gaze as he watches.
"But it's good it's out in the open now." He asserts. This makes you draw up short, your train of thought disrupted at this acknowledgement of him.
You supply the only thing that resurfaces at the foreground of your mind. "Yeah, Leon?"
"Yeah." He agrees with eager candor. "Because now I can take you on a real date. Instead of this excuse for hanging out, like the kids say."
You blink in surprise, realizing that you must provide him with sufficient response, even though internally—it is chaos.
"Oh, uh—"—You clear your throat with a disruptive chord —"—Where do you want to go?"
The roguish quality diminishes. It becomes replaced with a slow gentility that you are more familiar with seeing on the landscape of his handsome face.
"How about I surprise you?" He asks, and from the way he articulates it: here, there is a sweet-blooming excitement, a definitive joy at the prospect. He wants to take you out.
And, you realize, with sobriety that has replaced any minute inebriation you feel—you would be an absolute fool to deny this oppotrunity when it's levied your way.
"Sure." You respond. Through all the shock and awe that you've endured, you can feel your own shaky smile that makes presence on your face.
"You free tomorrow at 6?" He asks of you, his voice re-orienting you to the path available to you both. A path, you realize, you are all-too-happy to meet him at, hand-in-hand.
"You know I am." You return back to him. He chuckles—he does.
But it seems as if he's searching for the privilege to court you than go through hurried motions. That in itself makes something flip in the housing of your chest, makes something spark precious and loving.
"Then I'll see you then." It's with a slow, deliberate movement he makes as his hand reaches to find yours. You let him take the curve of it, perfect complement for your own.
His thumb grazes over the staccato of your wrist's pulse, his eyes unswerving from you. It is another prolonged eternity as he raises it to the seam of his lips, and presses his mouth to the meter of your heart.
A brand, a mark of loyalty, a token of his affection. The smile that you cannot see, though you feel it against the span of your wrist, is verbalized well in the glory of his eyes.
You feel the punctuation of his breath as he pulls away, his eyes matched against yours. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Leon makes a quick call after he leaves you, inclining his ear against the illuminated screen of his phone. There is a crackle of static as someone picks up; Sherry's perky voice speaks through the other end.
"Did it work?" She asks, with an undercurrent of necessity—she must know, that much is clear.
"It did." Leon says—now that the two of you have parted, he can make the relief, the cheer, more evident in his voice. "We're going out tomorrow."
Sherry's laughs rings out through the receiver. "It only worked because you're an old man, dad."
Leon doesn't resist the chuckle, even if the joke is made at his expense. "Well, at least this dad's still got it"
Sherry laughs again. She'll let him have this. "Talk to you tomorrow. Send me a pic of your outfit before you leave."
"Will do." Leon offers in means of farewell, before he pockets it away, starting for home. After all, he's got a lot of plans to take care of before tomorrow arrives.
Summary : Leon wants to make his little girl proud by doing a backflip but he is no longer 27
Warnings : etablished relationship, no age gap (Leon 52, reader is 49), reader is a girl, mention of pregnancy, fluff, cringe?, they have a little girl, little angst, "old" parents (Leon and reader)
Parking : dad!Leon Kennedy x mom!f!reader & daughter!Leila
Notes : It's the continuation of the small series of life in Leon but "old", hope you like it <3
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Leon is now 52 years old, he no longer has the physical strength and flexibility he had in his twenties, but he never really noticed it thanks to his missions. He trained a lot, did sports, paid attention to his diet then during the missions he did not feel his joints creak and his back tense thanks to the adrenaline that passed through his body non-stop. After he returned from his mission which was normally to find answers about his illness, in the end it lasted several days and he almost died, he decided that it was his last mission. Then he returned to Raccon City, where it all began for him, finishing on this mission could make him turn a big page in his life.
Then when he learned of your pregnancy a few days after his return, he knew that it was now that he had to lay down his weapons. He never really knew if he wanted children later, in reality, he wanted them but for him he didn't deserve them and who would want to have children with a man like him?
You.
You with your beautiful eyes, so beautiful that he got lost.
You with your beautiful hair that shines in the sun or that sticks to your angel face when it rains.
You with your body that he only noticed later, this body that he wanted to discover from the first days you met.
You with your laugh that soothes his thoughts and relaxes his shoulders, like your hands by the way.
In short, you.
During pregnancy, Leon was rather calm, he was excited and was already starting to build a cradle when you had told him the day before. He began to panic when the months passed and your belly came to impose itself, for him you had become some very fragile and sexy things obviously not on the wrong side, he just had the impression that when your pants were above your belly, the elastic slaughter your baby through your belly... You must have had a conversation about that, because his anxiety and paranoia stressed you out.
Apart from his over protection he was attentive, you could ask for anything. Even if it was the moon he would have asked the government for a piece for you.
At the birth of your little girl- Leila. Leon cried, discreetly, but you saw the small drops on his cheekbones marked, which did not help your crying either.
You always thought Leon was a dad girl- you has seen in with sherry and now grace, and by having one, it turned out. She was his princess, he played with her, fed her, gave her her baths, changed her diaper... With every interaction he could have with his daughter, he jumped at the opportunity.
During the first 3 years of parental life, you fell in love with Leon Kennedy again.
When you wake up you realize that your husband is not by your side, which saddens you a little. You still stay in bed a little to enjoy the sweet morning. You hear Leïla's laughter downstairs with little boom boom that follow them... What's going on?
Your curiosity takes over and you get up, before getting out of bed you quickly aerate the room and very quickly make the bed and go down the stairs. When you get downstairs you understand that your daughter's little boom and laughter come from the living room, you go there and come across a rather...comical scene.
Leila is sitting on the couch, her teddy bear in her arms while she laughs at her father, who does squat jumps... You can't help but laugh at the scene that attracts the attention of the two most important people in your life.
"What are you doing, Leon?" Leon stops, already sweaty and out of breath. Leila jumps off the couch and jumps into your arms at the millisecond your voice resounded in the living room. You lifted her in your arms and kissed her cheek.
Leila answers instead of her father "Daddy shows me the things he did before saving the world!" You sneer a little and turn to Leon who feels like he has lost all the respiratory capacity of his lungs.
"You know, he could do much more things when he was younger, sweetie. Age has taken away a lot of abilities from him..." You says these words to tease him a little, which works. "Hey, I hear you, babe." He approaches you to place a kiss on your forehead, your cheeks blush and your heart runs a little, even after so many years his touch and affection still affects you so much.
"What was he doing before, Dad?" Leila's big blue eyes shine with curiosity, she wants to learn more about her dad's past. You think and say softly.
"He trained for hours, he went running in the morning, he stretched every time he got out of bed...and the missions in general that he asked his body for a lot of strength and cardio!-" Leon said nothing and looked at you only with an amused smirk, amused that in your point of view he was almost sexy when in reality he came back covered in sweat asking you for massages- even in his youth he asked for massages.
"-Oh and he also did a lot of somersaults!" Leila's big blue eyes widen and her pink lips form an O. "Woahhhh-" She turns her head towards Leon and jumps into your arms. "Dad, dad do a backflip!" The excitement was easy to read in Leila's eyes and voice, she wanted so much to see her 52 year dad do a backflip without stretching and regular training as before.
You grimace a little at the idea, already imagining the worst. "I'm not sure it's a good-" Leon won't let you finish your sentence. "Don't you believe in your dear husband, love?" He raises an amused eyebrow and shifts a little putting himself in the hallway of the hall to have space.
You follow him with Leila still in your arms, almost exploding with impatience. "Leon...Are you really sure?"
Leon shrugs his shoulders with a nonchalant smile. "Backflips can’r be forgotten, like cycling." He sends you a wink "You're talking to a former government agent."
In reality, Leon wasn't sure what he was doing, but how can he say no to Leila's big eyes similar to yours- Leila only has the color of his eyes, but she clearly has your look.
Leon clears his throat and rubs his hands and thighs. Go old man, you still have it
He swings his arms from front to back between his knees. You turn your head away and close your eyes not wanting to see this, while Leila applauds her father. "Dad, dad, dad!"
To Leon's surprise, he falls back on his feet with a big smile, but with his hands on his knees. Leila jumps out of your arms to run towards Leon "You're so strong, Dad!"
Leon smiled proudly. "I know my darling, you will have the same strength when you are older-"
Clack. It's only straightened, nothing more.
You who looked at him again see the slight change in expression on his face, the way his lips tighten and how his breath cuts off. You refrain from jumping on him out of concern, but fortunately, once her father's show is over, Leila goes back to the living room.
You're heading towards Leon. "Leon, what's going on? And don't tell me anything." Leon quickly cancels the option of not saying anything with his head and sighs, but he hiss while breathing, one of his hands comes to join his lower back.
"Um, I think I blocked my back..." His cheeks are a little pink with embarrassment. On your side, you hesitate between laughing and sighing... so you make a mixture of the two.
You gently wrap your arm around his lower back to help him a little and say. "I told you what, old man."
Leon frowns and then smiles quickly amused. "Be careful what you say, you might regret it." This time a whole laugh escapes your lips and you say more softly so that Leila doesn't hear.
"Avoid it, you will get your back, again, stuck in bed like the last time." Leon widens his eyes, shocked. "Hey! That's not really nice."
The following week was hours of sessions with the physiotherapist and the osteopath, the same two that he had seen when his back was blocked for the first time.
okay hear me out.. RE6 Leon is female!readers mission partner right… and she trained under him and whenever she would do something wrong he clicks his tongue. ACCIDENTALLY SORT OF CLICKER TRAINING READER and mayhaps it leads to some nsfw stuff during a mission??🫣🫣
I'm so sorry but I could not find a way to sneak the smut in there! But I really hope you like this either way. (Also RE6 is so underrated! I played it with my partner and it was a blast!)
Summary: Leon accidentally clicker trains you. Pavlov would be proud.
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Pavlov was a Dick - Leon Kennedy x Reader
The first time it happens, neither of you notices.
Which is probably why it gets so bad.
Training under Leon Kennedy is, frankly, a nightmare. He’s not particularly cruel or unfair, no. Actually, you couldn’t be trained by anyone better. In a way, that’s the problem. He's annoyingly good at everything he does.
Every stance correction is perfect. Every critique is somehow correct. Every piece of advice immediately solves whatever problem you're having. It's insufferable.
"Your shoulders."
You immediately straighten. Leon nods once. "Better."
You hate how satisfying that approval feels.
You hate it even more when he clicks his tongue. It's never loud. Just a small little sound whenever you do something stupid.
Miss a target?
Click.
Forget to check a corner?
Click.
Nearly trip over your own feet during a drill?
He made the noise twice that time. Click click.
It's not even intentional. Half the time he doesn't seem aware he's doing it. But after months of training together, the sound becomes synonymous with one thing; you've done something wrong.
Unfortunately, your brain decides to take that information and run with it.
.
.
.
It becomes apparent during a mission six months later. Leon is crouched beside you, behind an overturned vehicle, while gunfire erupts across the street.
His hand comes up, holding up three fingers. You understand immediately.
Three hostiles. You nod.
He gestures again, this time waving his hand a little to the left.
Left side is mine. Another nod. With that, you start standing up, readying your weapon-
Click.
You sit back down so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash. Both of you freeze.
Leon blinks.
You blink.
"...Why did you do that?" The words are whispered, barely audible under the noise of the gunfire.
Your mouth opens. Then closes. You sit there a moment, mouthing out unintelligible words. Then, "...I don't know."
Neither of you thinks much about it.
… At first. Then it happens again. And again. And again.
A month later, while sloughing through the underground ruins of a cathedral, his newest tag along finds out.
She’s a nice young woman. A bit younger than him, with chestnut brown hair and kind eyes. Her name is Helena, if you’re recalling correctly.
You’re reaching for something when Leon clicks his tongue. Immediately, without hesitation, you pull back
Her eyebrow raises. "Wait.”
Both you and Leon give her a confused glance.
“Leon…” she takes a breath, “Make that noise again.”
He does. As if on cue, you step a little closer to him, your eyes snapping to his form, as if waiting for a command.
Helena’s eyes widen. "Oh."
You give her a confused look, before starting to walk again. Helena clicks her tongue.
You freeze. The room goes silent.
Then, Helena lets out a laugh. It’s the most genuine reaction you’ve ever heard from her. You can almost see tears forming in her eyes as she doubles over, chuckles falling from her lips.
"You clicker trained your partner!"
Leon’s arms come up in defence. "I did not."
"You absolutely did." The woman gestures towards you both.
"I did not."
"You made her into a golden retriever!"
More laughter. You can feel yourself melting into an embarrassed puddle as Leon just shouts.
"I DID NOT."
.
.
.
The worst part is that once everyone notices, nobody lets it go.
Chris finds out, while you both try to pursue Ada Wong. Then Piers. Then, Sherry and Jake. Suddenly everyone is testing it.
It's humiliating. It's horrible. It's nonstop.
Click.
You stop peeking out from cover.
Click.
You stop running and start listening.
Click.
You skid to a halt mid run.
The last one makes Leon groan loudly enough to be heard from feet behind you. "This is my fault."
"This is absolutely your fault."
He just rolls his eyes. "I didn't mean to do it."
Helena is quick to snort. "You Pavlov'd her."
"That's really not what Pavlov did."
"You know what I mean."
Meanwhile, you're standing still, watching helplessly while this argument happens around you. Honestly, you're still not entirely convinced it's real.
Until after the mission is over.
The two of you are alone in the safehouse. It's late. Everyone's exhausted. You're sitting on the floor cleaning your pistol when Leon walks into the room carrying two coffees.
Without thinking, you reach for yours. You don’t go for the handle. Instead, you reach for the mug itself.
The cup is hot. Very hot. Hot enough to burn. Leon’s brows raise.
Click.
Your hand jerks away before you even register the sound. The movement is instant. Automatic. Reflexive. The room goes quiet. Slowly, you both look down at the coffee. Then at each other. Then, back at the coffee.
"...Oh."
"...Yeah."
For some reason, that's the moment it finally hits him. Not necessarily because it’s funny, or because everyone keeps teasing him, no. It’s because he realizes how much you've trusted him.
For months.
Every correction. Every lesson. Every warning. Every tiny click of his tongue. Somewhere along the way, your brain decided that sound meant safety.
To listen to him. That he's trying to help.
The realization hits Leon right in the chest.
He looks away first, which is unusual. He's never been particularly good at hiding things from you.
"What?" you ask.
His jaw flexes slightly. "Nothing."
"You're being weird."
A pause. "...You listen to me."
Your brow furrows. "Usually? Duh?"
"No, I mean..." He exhales softly. "You really trust me."
The words make you freeze for a moment. He hands you the coffee carefully this time, turning it so that you can grab the handle. His shoulder bumps yours when he sits beside you. For a moment, neither of you speaks. He feels warm beside you.
Then, Click.
Your head immediately turns toward him.
Leon bursts out laughing. It’s the happiest he’s sounded in days.
sum; being inexperienced meant you didn't know your true limits. being with Leon meant you wanted to push those limits.
content; size kink, unprotected sex, overconfident!reader, sort of bratty!reader, inexperienced!reader, there's a hint of Leon being pushy/mean, but in a consensual way (idk how to tag that LMAO), squirting, a little degrading, no specific leon era for this one, this is really just pure filth because I drove myself insane last week LMFAO
wc; 3.5k
a/n; GOD, this choice was hard, guys... im so sorry to those who chose chris for my poll, but I hope this & my last chris post made up for it!!
Leon knew you were a bit of a special case from the moment he met you. Where people would usually be shy, nervous, not confident enough to approach someone, you were... quite the opposite. You approached with a fire in your eyes and a buzz rushing through you and into him, and you weren't even drinking. The moment you approached him at that club, he knew you'd be a problem. And a problem you were. A good one. A problem he was lucky to have.
Until it came to things like intimacy. You'd managed to score a few dates, and eventually, you two ended up dating. The only problem? Once it was official, you became a little insistent on intimacy. Not forcing, but definitely making moves more often. Leon wanted to, he really did, but given the talks you'd had in the past about your lack of experience and how you didn't know what you could and couldn't take because you had never even felt the need for a sex toy on your own, Leon worried that it'd stunt your intimate moments as a couple.
Eventually, of course, Leon gave in, but only to an extent. He'd eaten you out, finger fucked you like his life depended on it, fucked your thighs, and yet, he refused to let you even suck him off, let alone take him into your impossibly achey and needy pussy. He always told you he was too big. He worried it'd hurt you, whether it was your mouth or your pussy. You knew he was big, and you still insisted.
You crawled into bed with him, just like normal, snuggling into his side as he read the book you'd recently recommended to him. He tugged you closer, leaning down to kiss your temple as he closed the book, seemingly ready for bed. It was approaching 9 o'clock, and he had an early meeting, you knew. The early meeting didn't stop you from snuggling up closer until you shuffled into his lap, straddling his hips and looking down at him with a grin. His hands rested at your hips.
"Really? We're doing this again?" He mused, low and laced with exhaustion.
"For real this time, because I'm tired of you giving me excuses." You huffed, hips already beginning to move in slow, easy motions back and forth.
"They're not excuses, they're honesty and protection. You think I haven't wanted so badly to bend you over and take you? Of course I have." He scoffed, hands soothing up your sides as he exhaled slowly.
"So why haven't you?"
"Because I'm too big for you. We'd need to take a lot of time to get you ready. You can barely take three of my fingers before you tell me it's too much." He explained simply, like it was a choice between what deal to go for in a grocery store.
"So what? The shapes are entirely different! How do we even know if I could take it if we don't try?" You frowned, hips wriggling incessantly.
"No, honey. I'm not gonna let your confidence get the better of you." He moved to lift you off his lap, but you grabbed his hands and pinned them beside his head. He raised a brow at you.
"Just the tip. That's all I wanna try." You insisted.
"You know, you holding me down has no change on my answer. It's sexy, but no." He laid his head back and hummed idly.
"Leeooon!" You pouted, hips grinding harder. You could feel his cock stiffening in his sweats. "Please, Lee, just the tip, and if it doesn't fit first try, we can stop."
"Usually, the guy begs for 'just the tip'," he chuckled. "Poor thing, I've really ruined you, haven't I?" He clicked his tongue, feigning guilt.
"Not yet 'cause you won't fuck me right." You grumbled.
"Oh, is that so? I don't fuck you right? Then how come I've got you cumming on my fingers and my mouth and my fucking thighs every other night? Huh? Care to explain that, if I don't fuck you right?" He took his hands from your grasp, one hand grabbing your chin and making you whine, brows furrowing.
"You won't fuck me the right way 'cause you think I can't take it."
"I really don't think you can." He agreed.
"Please, baby!" You shifted, only for him to stop you. "Please, I promise, if it doesn't work, I won't ask again, not until you can prep me right."
"You," he exhaled, grabbing you by the waist, sitting up. "Are such a fucking brat." He cursed, rolling over so that you were flat on your back with his body pinning you down.
You looked up at him, biting at your lower lip. He watched you for a moment, squinting. "Please?" You barely whispered.
"Fine. But don't think you're not gonna get something in return for your behavior. I'm only stalling because I don't have time to fuck around."
"But you have time to fuck me? Good, I wasn't sure I'd be able to wait much longer." You grinned, giggling like a kid who'd just been told they won a million dollars.
"Fuckin' brat." He chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. You met eagerly, lips pressing into his while your arms came to wrap around his neck. Despite his rough words, his hand came to tenderly cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand worked its way downward to the hem of your night gown, pushing it upward to expose what he expected would be a lace pair of panties—tonight it was bare in two different ways. How did he not feel that through his sweats? Jesus, you knew he'd give in.
He didn't bother trailing his hands up and down, teasing, instead going straight in to press his hand against your mound. You shivered slightly, mouth falling agape at the feeling of his cold fingers pressing between your folds. Of course, he didn't take any time to prep you with his fingers, just simply using two fingers to spread your arousal and massage your clit to accumulate more to act as lube. He knew it probably wouldn't work too well at first, but it'd have to do.
Your hands reached down, pushing lazily at the waistband of his sweats. "It's unfair." You pouted.
"Unfair? Honey, you came to me like this. You came to me all shaven, no panties, not even shorts." He took your complaint, shifting to push down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He shimmied out of the clothes and kicked them aside before settling his cock against your lower belly, letting you see the size properly. You swallowed, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He had a cocky look, like he expected you to change your mind.
"What? I didn't say stop. Keep going." You huffed, but Leon could hear the faint waiver of your voice as you spread your legs wider.
"God, you really are a needy little brat." He pulled his hips back, sliding his cock between your folds to gather some of your wetness along his length, focusing on coating his tip thoroughly. "You can still back out." He looked back up at you as he lined up with your entrance, using two fingers to carefully hold your folds open for him.
"No. Now hurry up and put your dick in me before I fall asleep." You huffed up at him, hips wriggling eagerly.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
With that, he made the first move, careful as he pushed in, his tip nudging into you. His tip didn't even get inside before you gave a whimper, thighs shaking unexpectedly as your pussy twitched against his tip. He looked down at you, brow raised.
"Shut up. Try again." You demanded, teeth gritted slightly.
Despite that not being the original arrangement, he tried again, hissing as he nearly notched the tip inside, only for your hips to twitch away, overwhelmed at the way his tip tried to intrude so suddenly.
"What did I tell you?" He deadpanned down at you. "Come on, honey, let's just do it the normal way."
"Noo! No, this is the normal way!" You insisted. "'S not my fucking fault you've got a fucking monster cock."
"Mmh, you flatter me, sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning in to shut you up with a kiss. You expected him to pull away and call it a night, but his hand crept down again, thumb pressing to your clit and getting your walls to ease up ever so slightly, a soft mewl leaving you. With you melting into the pleasure, he took a selfish opportunity to push again. You gasped, a choked sound leaving you as his tip notched inside of you finally. You gave a stifled cry, hands flying to claw at his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut.
"Fuck—okay, I-i don't know if I can do it anymore." You admitted, huffing with uneven breaths as you looked down where you two met. It really was just the tip, and you were already backing out.
"Oh, no," he pulled back, faux pity on his face. "Poor thing, you bit off too much, and now you can't chew? What a shocker." He watched you shiver and twitch, breath shaky as his tip stayed barely notched inside your impossibly tight, unadjusted cunt. "You told me I didn't fuck you right, so now I'm gonna show you just how well I can fuck."
"'M sorry, I thought I—"
"You thought you could take it? Yeah. And you didn't listen to my warning? Of course not. You never listen." You felt him push forward again, and another squeak left your lips, followed by a gasp. He didn't even push in another inch and you were pushing at his hips to get him to pull out.
"Fuck! I'm—haah—I'm sorry!" You looked up at him, brows furrowing.
"Admit it." He demanded, cock pushing its way in ever so slightly, but the burn was far from slight. You choked on something akin to a cry, and he swatted your thigh. "Admit that you've been nothing but a bratty little bitch and now you're whiney because you can't fucking take it."
Tears brimmed your lash line, lower lip falling and letting a small whine fall from your throat. "I-i can't take it, and I.." you paused with a gasp, walls squeezing around the first inch and a half of his length. Your head fell back, nails dragging down his front as your thighs trembled. "Fuck!"
"It's too late. If I stop now, all your progress will be lost. You don't want that, do you, honey?" He teased. You shook your head desperately. The stretch burned, his cock insistent as he felt you twitching and trying desperately to make room for him inside of you.
"Please," you whispered, eyes fluttering closed.
"Please, what?" He prodded for more from you. "I can't do what you want if you don't tell me. You were so eager earlier, now you can't talk? Typical." He scoffed.
"Please, just fuck me already!" You cried, breath hitching as his hips nudged back and pushed forward, allowing another inch to fit. He went through that cycle for a while—pulling back, pushing deeper, every push forcing a gasp or a stifled moan from you—until he was fully sheathed inside of you, your pussy impossibly stretched past every limit you didn't know about. His cockhead was snug against your cervix, barely fitting him all the way in. It was a good thing Leon knew how to properly get you going, or he'd be struggling to fit more than he already was.
By the time he was snug, fully pushed inside of you, your head had fallen limp, eyes closed, lips open with heavy breaths falling. He found it amusing, given he hadn't even tried to fuck you yet, and you were already beyond spent and shaky. He chuckled, watching you finally lift your head to look down where your bodies met.
"Holy fuck." You breathed. You could see a small bulge in your lower belly where he had somehow miraculously managed to fit inside of you, now bulging with his massive he was. Not only that, but you had never felt this full. Even when he was using his fingers to fuck you and you complained that his fingers were too thick and you felt 'sooo full'.
"You happy now? Now that you've got a proper cock inside of you?" He taunted quietly, bringing a hand to grasp your chin and tilt your head back and forth, he fingers lightly squishing your cheeks together.
"Uh-huh." You tried to nod in his grasp, dazed and, although embarrassingly, cock-drunk without even being properly fucked. He wasn't even grinding his hips, making no attempt to move, and he relished in the way your body responded to him. He thought it was the best thing ever when you'd cry and squirm, and this made things a whole lot better. He leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you stretched out around his cock.
He dropped one hand, thumb finding your clit. You twitched, whining slightly as your walls clamped down around him. "What, you're already that fucking close? You're getting all twitchy and whiney so soon." He purred, hips pulling backward slowly, cock dragging out of you until his tip was all that was left. You looked down and watched, brows furrowed with need.
It burned with both pain and pleasure as he pushed back in faster than before. You moaned louder this time, back arching as your hands flew to grab his shoulders for support. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape as he fucked his cock into you at a pace that overwhelmed your senses. Pain burned away and morphed into a new kind of pleasure that you didn't know you could achieve.
He angled his hips lower, his leaky cockhead pushing up against your g-spot as he thrusted into you, his thumb still focused on your clit. He meant it as a tease originally, but with how twitchy and shaky you'd become in just a minute or two of slow, rough, deep thrusts, he could feel that you were already close. His tease ended up being right. He growled slightly at the thought, brows knitted and nose scrunched in a focused manner as he looked down where your bodies met. You became oversensitive quick, your orgasm building. You tried to reach down to get his hand to slow down its abuse against your puffy clit, but he simply pushed your hand away and swatted at the throbbing bundle of nerves.
You cried out, hips bucking. "Lee—oh, fuck, please!" Your body locked for a moment, eyes rolling back as you bit your lip and fell into stifled whimpers and sobs, your orgasm quiet but intense, rippling through your body so fast you didn't even warn him. He fucked you through it, hips speeding up as your cunt clenched around him. Once your vision cleared, you looked up at him, dazed and mushy.
"And you think I cum too fast?" He chuckled. "Look at you—damn near squirting on my cock just because it's so, so big, and your poor little pussy can't take it." He purred deeply and reached with his other hand to your face, holding your head still by your chin so you couldn't look away as he pumped his cock back and forth, fucking you into overstimulation without even offering a breather. "I wonder—" He paused with a grunt, examining your face with a devilish look you didn't recognize. "You think I could make you squirt just from using my cock?"
Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening with tears that had spilled already. "Wait, n-no, no, 's too much, Lee!" You gasped, hands pushing at his lower torso, another sob ripping from your throat. "No—ooh!"
"C'mon, pretty girl, didn't you say I couldn't fuck you right? Isn't that what you wanted? To be fucked dumb on a fat cock?" He let go of your chin and brought a hand down just a little to wrap around your throat. You squeaked, pussy fluttering around him at the threat of him constricting your airway. He didn't, though. You got more than enough excitement from just the threat alone.
You couldn't be bothered with answering him. You simply laid there and took it—relishing in the sensitivity and the way he was absolutely ruining your pussy. Leon knew he was ruining you for anyone else, and that alone drove him crazy. He could feel his own orgasm building, cock twitching and balls drawing tight to his body. He denied himself the release, persisting in order to make sure he proved just how good he could make you feel.
He had a point to prove. His thumb resumed the previous ministrations on your clit, two fingers rapidly strumming with a firm pressure. You twitched, gasping as your eyes rolled back and fluttered. Your hands grabbed tightly at his forearm of the hand that was around your neck, looking up at him with an abrupt sob leaving your lips.
"Lee, please," you choked out, brows furrowing as you quivered beneath him, abdomen clenching as your body built up to the peak of the coil in your belly.
"Go on, take it. Take what you asked for and I'll make sure you're satisfied for fucking weeks." He slammed his hips harder, the skin slapping lewdly with the added sounds of your arousal coating his balls as they smacked against your ass. You tried to stifle it, but a scream of pleasure ripped from you as he subconsciously tightened his hand around your throat. Still not constricting, but it was enough to make you dizzy.
"Leon! Fuuuuck, fuckfuckfuck—'m cumming!" You sobbed, legs jolting outward as your hips tried to pull away, your orgasm rushing through you like never before. What you didn't process yet was the stream of clear liquid spurting from your sopping cunt, making an absolute mess out of his lower abdomen, your own abdomen, and the sheets below. He fucked you through it, both hands finally coming to grab your hips and properly use you like some kind of cock sleeve as he chased his high. Tears stained your cheeks, your moans becoming higher and longer as you squirmed and tried to run away from the pleasure.
"Stop fucking moving." He dug his nails into your hips. His demand was quickly followed by a growl, hips slamming and his thrusts becoming uneven as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, his heavy load finally spilling into you. He had you so full that his cum seeped out around him as he bottomed out and let your pussy twitch and pulse, milking him of every last drop. Both of you were shaking. He stayed buried inside of you as he leaned down and mouthed as your neck. He lazily ground his hips, and you cried quietly, thighs squeezing around his hips.
"Lee," you sniffled, shaky hands searching desperately for his.
"Shh," he soothed, slowly pulling out of you as he grabbed your hands. You felt so empty, but so unbelievably satisfied. "Breathe, honey. I've got you." He mused softly, kissing along your collarbone until he found his way up to look at your face and assess the final product.
You were a mess. Tears down your cheeks, drool spilling down the right side of your face, hair messy and sticking to the sides of your face, lips kiss swollen and still wet. If he didn't know better, he'd try to start up round three, but given your sniffles and the way you shook your head, he didn't even try. He got more than what he thought.
He took his hands away only for a moment so he could brush your hair out of your face and gently wipe the tears and drool from your cheeks. When he sat back and guided you to follow into his lap, you curled into his hold, his arms wrapping around you delicately.
"You took me so well." He whispered, kissing the side of your head. "I know I got a little mean," he sighed, prepared to apologize for not listening to your cries.
"Can we do that more?" You asked, looking up at him as you shifted shakily in his lap. "The.. the whole.."
"Baby, we just did a lot." He chuckled. "But we'll talk more tomorrow." He scooted away from the mess and hoisted you into his hold, standing from the bed. "How about a shower?"
You nodded, falling into his hold as you closed your eyes. He really fucked the energy out of you. "Told you I could handle it. Might not be very experienced, but I can take what's given to me." You mumbled quietly.
Clearly, he didn't fuck the attitude out of your system yet.
"Brat." He lazily swatted your butt, only to lean in and kiss your nose with the utmost care.
"You like it."
"Only when it results in you shutting your mouth."
"Jerk."
He chuckled, setting you on the bathroom sink counter to start the shower.
Summary: You find out you're pregnant—the night before Leon leaves for Raccoon City in September 1998.
a/n: Based on this poll. Can be read as a prequel to my Cooperative Parenting series, or on its own.
word count: 2.6k
Masterlist, Sequel
You and Leon were broke. That was what had gotten you into this whole mess in the first place. Between you, a college drop out turned waitress, and Leon, a wide-eyed police academy recruit, your funds were limited.
Which was why, after you realised the pill gave you migraines and anxiety from hell, you asked planned parenthood to cover the cost for an IUD. They agreed. And put you on a long-ass waitlist.
“Fuck.” You sighed in resignation, staring at the two pink lines glaring back at you.
Not only were you and Leon too broke for this, you were also too young. You had just celebrated his twenty-first birthday last month. How the hell were you going to take care of another human?
You shook the white plastic strip, as if that would magically shake the second line off it. That motherfucker stayed and you wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear off the face of the earth.
This was so stupid too.
What you lacked in funds, Leon and you made up for in pure horniness. If you could stop fucking for five minutes, maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess. So when you ran out of condoms, “we shouldn’t” turned into “just the tip”, which turned into “I’ll pull out”.
It was a calculated risk. You had already gotten your appointment for the IUD insertion, finally having moved up on the waitlist. Nothing would happen in that short amount of time, right? It was fine.
It would have been fine if ‘once’ hadn’t turned into ‘twice’, and ‘twice’ hadn’t turned into—you lost count.
So here you were, white knuckling the sink, eyes squeezed shut, realising that ‘calculated risk’ had turned into ‘baby’.
A real, complete baby that you were going to grow inside your body, getting stared at because you still looked like an infant yourself. You were also going to push it out of you. Probably getting stared at then too, by medical staff. And Leon.
When the baby was there, people would stare at you some more, as you pushed the stroller, breastfed in public and had a meltdown because you wouldn’t be able to stop your baby from crying. Ever.
You wouldn’t sleep. Neither would Leon. You two would fall out of love and never speak to each other again. Except about who would get to do Christmas that year.
You rubbed your eyes. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself a little bit. You tossed the test into the bin, watching the metal lid bite down and swallow it, never to be seen again.
“So?” Leon asked, watching you come out of the bathroom, fidgeting with the remote control.
You froze. The timing was terrible too.
“Negative,” you lied, clearing your throat, sinking down on the couch next to him, shoving your hands under your thighs to hide that they were shaking.
Leon let out a long breath. “Thank fuck.”
You nodded, pressing your lips together. “Now you can focus on your first day tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Leon murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m glad we found out though. When you told me you were late, I couldn’t think straight.”
“Me neither,” you muttered, gnawing on your lower lip. “I was really scared.”
Leon leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. You clung to him and let him pull you against his chest, as he sprawled out on the couch.
“Are you nervous?” you asked, drawing little patterns on his chest. You were about to have a baby with him. Holy shit.
He grimaced. “Maybe? I don’t know. I haven’t really heard from them since last week.”
“It’ll be fine,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “You graduated as valedictorian. That means you’re the best.”
Leon looked at you with utter reverence in his eyes. “No, I’m not.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as he gently cupped your cheeks and pulled you into an unrushed kiss.
“My girlfriend is the best,” he whispered against your lips, nudging your nose with his. “And I’m about to leave her for my first real job. I haven’t even left and I already miss you.”
You chuckled.
Your pregnant girlfriend, my guy. But you don’t know that yet. Because if you knew, you’d be a nervous wreck and late as hell on your first day.
“You’re always so dramatic,” you murmured, returning the kiss. “What do you think will happen? You get there and the world has somehow ended and all the police officers have turned into zombies?”
He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Can you be serious for one second of your life?”
“I was a theatre major,” you said, looking at him deadpan. “I am literally unable to. Unless you want me to act, then I could play someone who is a serious person.”
Or, you know, somebody who’s not pregnant.
“No, I like you for you,” he whispered, casually squeezing the soft flesh on your hips. That same flesh that would probably get a lot softer once you were progressing in your pregnancy.
You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. This wasn’t even lying by omission. This was full on lying. About a pretty important thing.
But you would tell him when he came back next weekend. You just didn’t want to sabotage his start with the RPD. He had been so excited to be assigned with them specifically. You didn’t want to ruin it for him.
“Maybe my nervousness was more about you being late than about tomorrow,” he mused. “My thoughts were racing all day. I mean, can you imagine having a baby right now?”
You swallowed, your heart stumbling into a sprint. “Why? What would it be like?” you choked out.
“An absolute nightmare?” Leon wrinkled his forehead. “We’re way too young, you just dropped out of college, I’m starting my first job. There’s really no worse time to have a baby.”
You felt sick to your stomach. Because you agreed. “But would you want a baby? With me, I mean?” you whispered, voice shaky.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it like that.” He paused. “It’s just not something I’m considering right now.
You nodded, feeling like your insides had been turned inside out. “But if you had to? Would you be happy it was with me?” You were—obviously—off the pill. Your anxiety technically shouldn’t be spiking like that.
Leon smiled at you softly. “I mean, you’re not pregnant, right? We don’t have to think about that right now.”
“Yeah,” you breathed, letting him press a kiss to your forehead, as you stared at the TV screen but not really seeing what was going on.
Leon didn’t want a baby. Of course, why would he? He was twenty-one. Nobody your age seriously wanted a baby. Not that you had heard of anyway. Everybody prayed for the second line not to appear whenever they got into that situation. Funnily enough, the second line never appeared. For anyone. Except you.
A calculated risk, just like lying about it.
When Leon found out you had betrayed him like that, he would no doubt call it quits. Here you were, about to nail him down with a pregnancy you had kept from him. Manipulate him into staying with you. Oh, you dug yourself a hole beyond holes.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Huh?” You whipped your head around. Leon was staring at you. He knew. He felt it somehow. It was the baby daddy instinct.
“I said I’ll call you when I get there and that I have an apartment lined up to look at on Tuesday.”
“Apartment? We have an apartment,” you whispered.
“Yeah, but we’re going to have to move, right?”
You nodded. Because of the baby. The tiny one-bedroom you were currently living in was barely big enough for you and Leon. There was no way you could have a baby in here. Where would all the stuff go? The crib, the changing table, the stroller?
How would you even afford those things? You made $2.13 per hour before tips. Leon made more than that. He was now in full-time employment as a police officer on probation. But he would leave you right? After catching you in your lie? You might as well apply for food stamps right now. Single motherhood was inevitable.
“Are you tired?” he asked, puzzled. “You’re not processing anything I’m saying.”
You blinked. “The shift at the diner was crazy.”
And I’m pregnant. With your baby. That you don’t want. And I think I might be going insane.
Leon lifted you up and you squealed, holding on to his shoulders for dear life. “Leon!”
“I think it’s time to take my girlfriend to bed, what do you think?”
“Why do you call me your girlfriend all the time?” you giggled. “There’s nobody here. You can say my name.”
He looked at you amused. “But that’s your title, right? My girlfriend? Love of my life? My future wife?”
You covered your face with your hand, sneaking a glance through your fingers, but you were all giddy. “You’re so cheesy.” You stopped yourself, your face sinking. He would reconsider that once he knew about your little secret. The love of his life wouldn’t lie to him like that.
“You love it though,” he said without missing a beat, carrying you to bed, where this mess had begun in the first place.
Later that night, Leon was nuzzling the back of your neck, arms wrapped around you, one hand casually resting on your lower abdomen.
You sighed into the embrace, closing your eyes, indulging for a little bit.
If only he knew.
You would tell him straight when he came home. Maybe he would understand that you hadn’t wanted to tell him right before his first day with the RPD. Maybe, just maybe this would all be fine and you wouldn't end up as an overwhelmed single mom living below the poverty line.
“Are you sure the test was negative?” Leon whispered and your blood ran cold. “You seem…off.”
“It’s because you’re leaving,” you replied, too quickly, eyes wide open.
“Mh,” Leon sighed, arms closing around your waist a little tighter. “I’ll be back Friday.”
“I know,” you whispered. His lips ghosted over your skin and he sank deeper into the pillows, drifting off.
You couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried.
Your thoughts were racing and you kept tossing and turning beside your boyfriend.
What had you done?
Why hadn’t you just used a condom? It really wasn’t that hard. It was pretty easy actually, just not having unprotected sex when you didn’t want to be pregnant. But you did that. And now you were. Pregnant. Preggers. Up the duff.
About to be a mom. Giving birth. Raising someone. Be responsible for them. What would pregnancy be like? You felt nauseous. Was that morning sickness already?
Holy shit, the medical bills. What if you got gestational diabetes? That was a thing, right? What if something was wrong with you?
What if something was wrong with the baby?
You were in utter panic, your heart was racing so much you thought it might stop out of exhaustion at any moment.
Oh god, what if you found out you had an underlying heart condition and neither you or your baby would make it? What if you died giving birth and someone dropped the baby off at Leon's doorstep because he had already left you by then? And he only found out then and there that you never told him before his first day with the RPD?
“Leon,” you whispered, having no idea how long you had been imprisoned by your own thoughts.
Leon was fast asleep, face pressed into the pillows, arms sprawled out up and to the sides. What if your baby slept like that? Wasn’t that dangerous for them?
But babies needed tummy time, right? Occasionally?
You had absolutely no idea what you were doing. You were utterly unqualified for this new job.
“Leon,” you hissed, poking him and he stirred, groaning.
“What?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
“Leon, I lied to you,” you whispered, chin quivering. You had to come clean right now. He couldn't find out only when he opened the door and saw the wicker basket sitting there, a newborn baby inside.
He cracked one eye open, lifting his head to glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the digital numbers on it flashing green in the dark. “It’s three in the morning.”
You nodded. “I know,” you whined, cuddling up to his side. He instinctively closed his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin.
“Is this the worm thing again?” he murmured, still half asleep. “Yes, I would still love you. Go back to sleep.”
You shook your head. “No, it’s not the worm thing. It’s way worse.”
“It’s so bad that it can’t wait until tomorrow?” he asked, a slight chuckle making his chest vibrate.
“Kinda,” you whimpered, scrambling for words. “Would you still love me if I was pregnant but kept it from you because I didn’t want to sabotage your first day tomorrow?”
“Yes, I would still love you if you were pregnant,” he murmured, eyes closed again.
“Because I am. I’m pregnant. The test was positive.” You stilled, anxiously waiting for his response, your blood rushing in your ears.
“You’re pregnant? That’s great,” he slurred, already drifting off again.
He went rigid, arm flying out to his side, switching on the light on the nightstand. “What?”
You drew in a shaky breath.
He glanced at the alarm clock. “It’s fucking three in the morning,” he whined.
You sat up, looking at him. “I’m pregnant. The test wasn’t negative. I told you it was because I didn’t want to worry you.”
He blinked. “So you chose the middle of the night to tell me instead?”
“I panicked,” you mumbled, kneading your hands in your lap.
Leon stared at you.
“Say something,” you whined.
“You’re pregnant?” His gaze dropped to your stomach. “Like for real? With a baby?”
You nodded.
He ran a hand over his face. “Oh my god. You’re not kidding.”
You shook your head. “I wish I was.”
Leon’s eyes wandered from side to side as he was mulling it over in his head. No doubt already thinking about leaving you for keeping this from him. He buried his face in his hands and blew out a heavy breath. “Oh my god, I’m freaking out.”
“Me too,” you whispered, on the verge of tears, watching him.
“I..I don’t– I–” he stammered, voice breaking. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need to make so much money, I–”
You shook your head and reached for him but he shrugged your hands off.
You winced at the rejection.
“I mean, are we keeping it?” he asked, turning his head to you, eyes wide with panic.
You stared back with just as much fear written on your face. “I don’t know. Do you want to keep it?”
“I don’t know. Do you?” He grabbed your hands, covering them with his. “How do you feel about it?”
“I don’t want to do this without you,” you whispered, your voice breaking into a sob.
Leon pulled you against his chest, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head. You held on to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, hot tears falling from your eyes.
“You won’t,” he said. “I’d still love you if you were a worm, right?”
“But I’m not a worm, Leon. I’m pregnant,” you whimpered, another sob racking through you.
Leon sighed. “Listen, you lied to me all day about the test being negative and now you tell me in the middle of the night before my first day at my first job. And I still love you.”
You sobbed harder. “I had a plan. And that’s not a very nice thing to say.”
Summary: Rookie! Leon interrupts a bachelorette party OR Rookie! Leon gets mistaken for a stripper.
a/n: look at those puppy eyes, no one would take him seriously 😭😭 my babieee // FLUFF AND HUMOR. Also I haven’t written much this past month so if this isn’t good I’m sorry</3
Pink balloons spelling BRIDE OF THE PARTY decorated your apartment. Glitter and metallic tassels littered the floor as your small group of girl friends celebrated your best friend's last few weeks of freedom before tying the knot.
To say your apartment had disrupted the peace and quiet of the complex would’ve been an understatement. Music pulsed through the walls while laughter rose above it, filling the space with enough noise to make the ice in your drink clink against the sides of the cup. It didn’t seem excessively loud to you, just lively enough for a small gathering. But someone down the hall clearly felt otherwise, because before long, the police were on their way.
Three firm knocks cut through the music and chatter, echoing across the room.
As Maid of Honor, and consequently the least drunk person present, it fell to you to answer the door.
"Oh my God," one of your friends gasped. "Don't tell me you hired a stripper."
"No? Maybe?" the bride said through a fit of laughter. "I don't remember." The room erupted into giggles before returning to the far more important task of taking shots.
Rolling your eyes, you crossed the living room, weaving around discarded heels and half-empty cocktail glasses.
The first thing you noticed wasn't the navy blue uniform, or the tag name spelling L.S. Kennedy, or the badge clipped to his chest, but his face. Soft features, bright blue eyes framed by absurdly long lashes, a stupidly charming deep cleft chin and dirty-blond hair that looked almost perfectly tousled beneath the dim hallway lights.
There was simply no way that man looked intimidating enough to be a cop.
Behind you, someone immediately blurted, "Oh my God, he's cute!”
The uniformed man shifted awkwardly in the hallway.
"Uh... miss?" His voice snapped you out of your staring.
"Oh. Right. Sorry." You blinked and finally took in the rest of him. The vest, the handcuffs, the radio.
So he was truly a stripper.
"Miss," Officer Kennedy tried again.
You glanced over your shoulder to take a look at the bride-to-be and the rest of your friends who had gathered behind you, peering around your frame with barely contained excitement.
Before you could say anything, one of them gasped.
"You actually hired one! I always wanted to be with a man in uniform, they’re so hot." The apartment erupted in excited screams.
The fake officer's eyes widened. Looking increasingly alarmed, he glanced between you and the crowd packed into the apartment.
"No, no, I'm not-" His gaze dropped to the handcuffs hanging from his belt, and understanding flashed across his face.
"I'm actually a police officer," he said quickly.
The sincerity in his voice was almost enough to make you feel bad.
Almost.
"How much extra do they charge for the police package?" another girl called from somewhere behind you and the room dissolved into hysterical laughter.
"Officer," you said quickly.
You straightened, and the poor man's shoulders visibly relaxed.
Before he could respond, you noticed his attention shift past you. His gaze swept over the mess of your apartment: the table cluttered with empty bottles, half-finished cocktails, and scattered shot glasses. Around it, your friends sat in various stages of intoxication, red-faced and giggling.
His eyes lingered for a moment before returning to you, apparently identifying you as the only semi-sober person in the room.
"Would you mind stepping out into the hallway with me for a moment?"
"Of course, Officer." You slipped outside and pulled the door mostly shut behind you, muting the laughter and shrieks from within.
"We don't like bothering people in their homes," he said. "But we've received multiple noise complaints from your neighbors."
You gave a small nod. "I understand. I'll take care of it."
"I'd appreciate that, ma’am." Then he added, "Look, I'm not looking to write anyone a citation tonight. Just keep the noise down. If we get called back, the conversation may be different."
"Understood, I apologize for the inconvenience." You offered him your most innocent smile.
"Good."
The conversation should have ended there. Instead, someone inside your apartment yelled, "Ask if he does birthdays too!"
Officer Kennedy closed his eyes for a brief second, as though praying for patience.
The corners of your mouth twitched.
He opened his eyes again and regarded you for a moment, his expression serious, though not entirely unfriendly.
As if on cue, the apartment door opened a fraction of an inch.
Three of your friends were immediately visible, stacked on top of each other as they attempted to spy through the gap. The moment they realized both you and Officer Kennedy were staring directly at them, the door slammed shut.
A chorus of muffled screams erupted from inside.
"HE SAW US!"
"I TOLD YOU HE'D SEE US!"
"Was he smiling? Do you think he thinks she’s hot?"
Officer Kennedy looked away, but not before you caught the smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You noticed then that he was younger than you'd first assumed, not much older than you, if at all.
And he looked really cute when he smiled.
Before you could think of something to say, the apartment door suddenly flew open.
Your friend Liv stumbled into the hallway with a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Liv," you warned immediately, but she ignored you.
"Mr. Officer, thank you so much for responding to the noise complaint. We'll keep it down.” She offered her hand, and the officer took it with confusion, giving a strange look at the meeting of their hands.
"Good. I better get going." He said dryly.
"And if you need to come back later... for any reason…"
"Liv, please don’t." You pleaded with her.
Your friend Liv stumbled into the hallway, a wicked grin already spreading across her face.
"Liv," you warned immediately, but she ignored you.
"Officer, thank you so much for responding to the noise complaint. We'll keep it down."
She stuck out her hand; Officer Kennedy hesitated for a fraction of a second before taking it. A flicker of confusion crossed his face as he glanced down at their joined hands.
"Good. Then I should probably get going," he said dryly.
"Absolutely," Liv agreed.
Then she pointed between the two of you.
"But if you need to come back later for any reason whatsoever..."
"Liv, please don't." She shot you an innocent look.
"I think someone would be very happy to answer the door." Liv said, looking at you with a big toothy smile.
You wanted the floor to open beneath you and swallow you whole.
The officer coughed suspiciously into his fist, clearly hiding a laugh.
Liv beamed.
"Anyway, goodnight!" Then she disappeared back into the apartment and slammed the door behind her.
Silence. Painful, humiliating silence.
"I can arrest her myself if that helps." Slowly, you turned back toward him.
He laughed, the sound warm and genuine.
"I don't think that's how it works."
"Worth a shot." You said avoiding looking at his eyes in embarrassment.
His smile lingered but then he took a reluctant step backward toward the elevator.
"Just keep the noise down."
"Will do."
"And good luck with the babysitting."
"Officer, I think I'm going to need backup." You sighed dramatically.
His eyes finally met yours, and you immediately noticed his cheeks had a hint of rosiness. Was he embarrassed as well? Cute.
"Backup, huh?"
"I've got ten highly intoxicated women in there trying to plan a wedding." You tilted your head toward the apartment.
"I'd say the situation is pretty serious." His smile widened.
You shouldn't have noticed how good he looked when he smiled. Unfortunately, you did.
He took another step toward the elevator, and then paused.
"Actually..." Your pulse skipped as you watched him reach into a small pocket on his vest. "You might want this." He held out a business card.
Confused, you took it. Before you could look at it, he lifted the folded scrap of paper Liv had slipped into his hand during their handshake.
"Since your friend gave me this."
Heat immediately rushed to your face when you noticed the scrap of paper had your phone number scrawled across it.
"Oh my God." Mortification washed over you.
"I was wondering why she insisted on shaking my hand."
Neither of you looked away. There was too much to say and no appropriate way to say any of it, and the fact that you were half-drunk wasn't helping.
Your gaze dropped to the business card in your hand, slightly tracing the printed letters with your thumb before looking up again.
Leon S. Kennedy.
His eyes were still on you as the elevator doors began to slide shut.
Just before they closed, he nodded toward the card. "Text me when the hostages are safely contained."
A laugh escaped you, but you nodded in agreement.
"Goodnight. Try not to get arrested before I hear from you. "
"Goodnight, Officer Leon Kennedy."
The doors slid shut, and not even 5 seconds later the apartment door flew open behind you.
"HE FLIRTED WITH YOU!"
A swarm of women spilled into the hallway. Liv was at the front of the pack, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
"HE WANTS YOU SO BAD."
"Oh my God," another friend groaned. "Did you see the way he looked at her?"
"He gave her his number!"
"He told her to text him!"
"But are you going to text him?"
"No."
"You're lying."
"I am."
The screaming started again before the door had even closed.
Oh brother. I just had a co worker ask me to go to movies and dinner 😭 nooooo I thought we were cool we talked pokemon but then he started buying me cards and my parents even said he has a crush on me. Fuck my life this is what I get working in a male dominated field
(Most of the guys are super chill here but not all of them)
Tell me why one of my coworkers said oh yeah I can pinpoint the moment he asked me out and he saw this happening like brother you didn’t stop this??? How many test do we do on work place harassment and stuff like that every couple weeks 😭😭😭
summary : doing your makeup while sitting on leon's lap
notes : really self indulgent tbh
credits to the owner of the divider!
leon was feeling incredibly clingy today and you'd love to indulge him at his antics but sadly, you have work.
as soon as you woke up earlier, leon was trying to get you back to bed while mumbling incoherently and making some grabby hands at you. your boyfriend is so cute to be honest, but you cant miss work today cause you have an important meeting with some heads so with a kiss on his forehead, you immediately went to get ready and made some quick breakfast.
you ate and drank your coffee at the kitchen alone, thinking that leon will probably wake up later but after finishing up, you decided that you'll bring some cup of coffee for him if he wants to spend his morning in the bedroom.
"why are you awake already?". you asked in confusion when you finally went back in your room with a steaming mug of coffee to do your make up and you saw leon getting out of the bathroom.
"cant sleep without you". he grumbled as he scratches his tummy while walking towards you.
you just shook your head in amusement at him while you went to your closet to finally change into some work clothes. just a simple black pencil skirt, paired with some brown silky long sleeve top. then after adjusting everything, you went to your vanity but you found leon sitting on your plush chair.
"baby, go back to sleep". you softly said as you ran a hand through his hair. you know he's still tired considering he actually just got back from a long week mission yesterday night.
a week of being away from each other, only texts and phone calls are keeping you both sane.
leon hummed against your touch before he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you gently on to his lap. he squeezed you tight causing you to smile and give him a kiss on his head again.
guess youre doing your make up on his lap today.
with that, both of you just let the silence fill the room while you started putting on your makeup and he's just feeling you up and observing you. from time to time, he takes the mug of warm coffee from the table that you brought with you earlier and takes a sip.
the warmth of the coffee and your weight on him makes him sigh in delight, he missed this. it was only a week but he missed this.
"whats that?". he mumbled as he watched you put something thin on your eyelids.
"eyeliner, its a new brand too". you told him as you finished up putting it before closing your eyes and turned your head towards him. "blow, please".
obediently, he carefully blows on your eyes to make the eyeliner dry. he did it for a few more seconds while his thumb on your thigh caressed the skin.
so soft and warm.
you smiled at him when you finally opened your eyes and leon swore he fell in love again. he watched you put down the eyeliner down on the table and you took another small pink bottle with a circle top on it. you opened it gingerly and tapped the applicator lightly on your hand before closing it back up.
leon kissed your shoulder as you spread the blush on your hand with a finger before patting it on your cheeks and blending it while looking through the mirror infront of you. when you blended everything, you figured its time to put some powder on your face before layering it with a powder blush soon.
"looks so beautiful". he hummed as he watches you through the mirror. he loves the way your blush highlights your apple cheeks.
he watched you put more stuffs on your cheeks and dusting it with some small dab of highlighter. you smiled at him through the mirror before your hands rummaged through your pouch of lippies.
"should i put some lip liner on today?". you asked as you glanced down at the pouch and eyed the different colors.
"sure, hun". he honestly dont know whats a lip liner but he's sure its going to go on your lips, your kissable lips.
you beamed and you took a neutral color one before you leaned more forward towards the mirror with leon holding your hips tightly to not let you fall. you spread the liner with a finger along the bows and ends of your lips after putting it on then you picked a lip gloss.
"wanna kiss you". leon said as he watched you glide the lip gloss on your lips before smacking it together.
you laughed softly at him as you closed the product before you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes but the love in it is so present that you cant help but blush a little.
your hand found the hairs on his nape and you played with it softly as you gazed upon his soft eyes too. sleepy and clingy leon is such a sight for you. he's just so cute and lovely.
"pick me up later?". you asked softly.
"of course, hun". he gave you a sleepy smile and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. "i missed you so much".
"i missed you more, baby". you whispered before pressing your glossy lips on his causing him to hum.
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