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Something about Death Island! Leon kennedy showering his little girl in praises really gets to me like—
“hm? You like that, sweetgirl?”
He mutters lowly as his big veiny hands, calloused from years of hard work as a Gov.t Agent, The same Gov.t who couldn't give two fucks about his wellbeing, slithers down towards his sweetheart's soft tummy.
He playfully pinches the smooth flesh, soft fats dipping under his rough fingers, eliciting a sweet whine out of his darling's mouth. The sound's so soft, so docile, so innocent—just like his sweetgirl, all plaint and soft edges against his rough, battle-hardened ones, Immediately melting his grumpy, closed off exterior.
His fingers leisurely rub and caress the flesh in silent apology, as if trying to will away the slight redness that came from his doing. His chapped lips finds the crook of his darling's neck and peppers little kisses all over the delicate skin, wanting to deviate her attention from the little pinch.
He hums slowly, his stubble tickling her dainty flesh, prompting her to giggle delightfully, eyes all narrowed from the saccharine smile, full of vibrance and pure joy, that even the sun would shy away from the brightness. His sunshine
His eyes refuse to blink, still stuck to her youthful face, which is all contorted in happiness as she squeals softly the moment his fingers turn to tickle her sides instead. The candied sound s high pitched , like music to his ears.
She writhes and squirm against him, back pressed to his broad, muscular chest—his big arms, running with battle scars, keeps her pressed against him, caging her soft squirmy body, refusing to part from her just yet.
“my sweetgirl. Mine only”
“hmm so sweet, like honey.”
“always so eager to please daddy, aren't you?”
“wan' you to be mine forever, doll.”
“curling up on my lap like a little puppy. You are an eager little puppy for daddy. Aren't you? My sweet sweet puppy, I'm never letting go of you”
His gruff praises, that borderlines something deep, something darker—something that's almost yandere. Yet it never fails to put a smile on her face, so blissfully unaware of what he actually meant. All smiley faces and giggles, relishing in his love that's only there for her.
His love, so soft yet so dangerous at the same time, wrapping around her, engulfing her whole, enveloping her in a way she'd never find a way out. The love he displays is only the tip of the iceberg. If he had the freedom of exhibiting his love without scaring her, he'd done that the moment she came into his life like an angel.
Everything that was close to him was snatched away, everything that he called his own—taken away from his desperate grasp of wanting at least one thing to be his own. That's why, it'd not have been wrong g if he took her away and hid her from the rest of the world, only to be his and his alone.
But he won't do that. No. He loves his little girl too much to scare her like that. She's bubbly and sweet, always chatting up with everyone and everything, even trees. So No, he won't deprive her of anything that brings her joy, and that allows him to hear the honeyed voice talking about "pollination".
No matter how enormous the urge to keep her hidden is, he won't do that. He loves gazing at her smiley brightened face too much to want that.
His doll
His sunshine
His
sometimes i wish i didn’t care about my health bc a good chunk of my my outfits would be complete with a cigarette
mercenary reader gets pinned by leon and she spits in his face
MAMA REDFIELD
both of ur leon x teacher reader say its gender neutral but use she her pronouns. it literally in the first paragraphs on the second part and at the end of the first part
OMG i'm so so sorry about this!!! i seriously don't know how i haven't ever noticed... i must've either copied my fic title section wrong, or changed it and forgot to edit. i've gone in and fixed them both, i hope i caught everything. thank you for pointing this out to me, and sorry if it ruined the read!
p.s. in the future if i ever slip up again, i encourage all readers not to hesitate to comment or send me a msg! - cat
you fell first, but he fell harder.
leon kennedy’s heart wasn’t immune to love, after all.
character: leon kennedy (re9),
content: leon kennedy is canonically awkward around women, so here is my take on what it would be like for him to fall in love.
leon was fine with living alone. he was also fine with coming back to an empty home after each mission, not expecting anything — but that was until he met you. it caught him off guard, and he sure wasn’t even ready to fall for someone… not after decades of loneliness. but you were just… you. young, smart, funny — but most importantly, you loved life. and that was something leon found fascinating. it’s the way your mood would instantly brighten because of a sunny day, how you would take a deep breath, a gentle smile spreading on your lips, when you stepped outside in the morning, how you would enjoy the smallest things in life, grateful to be alive. to him, you were the light guiding him through the darkness, leading him to a brighter future.
but because leon’s brain doesn’t know the difference between fighting for his life and flirting with someone… things were a bit tricky for him. far from being a ladies man, he made terrible jokes, hoping some would eventually stick, and because you were someone that could be described as (very) easily amused… you would always laugh at them, anyway. and my god, your laugh… his one and only mission was to hear it again, and again. he’s awkward, doesn’t really get your flirtatious attempts because he’s old, a bit inexperienced in this field and he just can’t believe someone as pure as you would even be interested in him… but god does he try to be good enough for you.
sorry for not posting any fics the last few days!! in a bit of a slump atm.. ଘ(੭*ˊ—ˋ)੭*
i love when my bf squishes my thighs like a needoh
omfg this is incredible
just watched obsession omg i loved it #normalizeyanderesinwesternmedia
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messing around with your husband leon [text msgs]
running into your older neighbour leon
re9 leon kennedy x gn!reader
a/n: guys does this suck… i literally wrote and posted immediately i just had the thought and needed to execute it right away… but i hope you enjoy anyways 🖤
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thinking of your hot older neighbour, leon, who lives a few floors above yours and coincidentally has no wife nor kids, only one beautiful big brown husky that he walks every day before the sun even comes up. his dog is as lovely as he is, calm when people pass by, but on guard to those who could potentially pose a threat.
you have no idea what he does for work, only that he comes home at exactly 7pm in the same tight quarter zip that hugs his torso perfectly, and gloves too bulky to be used for warmth.
sometimes you take the elevator at the same time, and you secretly love when this happens. while you’ve never exchanged more than a “good morning” or “good evening”, you’d seen him enough to know that you found him very attractive.
your run-ins usually happened on sundays when he (presumably) has nothing else to do other than grocery shop, which is the time of week he seems to buy the same 4 things: a produce, a meat, a carton of eggs, and canned dog food.
one afternoon, you were just returning from errands. you had your headphones on, blaring your favourite song for the week, and you had no idea there was someone trailing you in the lobby.
— 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 ✧
── .✦ summary
⟢ basically romeo and juliet but if it was the “never a frown/golden brown” trend if that makes sense… idk how else to summarize it lol
── .✦ story notes
⟢ re4r imagined while writing this but any blond leon works, prob renaissance era but im not good w history unless there was a doctor who episode focused around the event but even then im still not good with it yet was at least entertained by it for a while
── .✦ word count
⟢ 1.2k!
── .✦ tags / warnings
⟢ knight!leon, princess!reader, major character death, sensitive topics, it’s basically romeo and juliet if u catch my drift, lots of angst, hurt no comfort, sad romance, literally never a happy moment in this forsaken fic, i’ve never written a story that takes place centuries ago so logic/language is prolly off, prolly historically inaccurate but im just a fic writer, no use of y/n, second-person, ur fictional dad sucks, minor laufey reference (blink and you’ll miss it), the guy ur involuntarily engaged to doesn’t suck but he’s kinda just there, claire redfield is here tho!!!, no happy ending, beta read by one of my best friends at 2am while she was sleep deprived :( (thank u rj ily!!)
── .✦ a / n
⟢ “never a frown” yea i lied srry yall r gonna h8 me.. also the song is fye pls listen to golden brown but the slowed version trust.. unless ur my sister and u h8 it :<
this deserves so much more attention i’m sobbing!!! 😭🖤
as per request of @jacobseedisbabygirl, a male reader version of this post!
leon will do whatever his sweet boy asks for so long as he is persistent enough. making him happy is the one mission he’ll have even after retirement. [text msgs]
p.s. although i myself am fem and write a lot of fem reader, my page welcomes any and all genders! 🖤