ok ok three random leon s. kennedy soft headcanons
𐙚 He's been the first person to acquaint you on how to handle a gun properly. Rough, calloused hands brush against your fingers as he shows you how to control the trigger and barrel, slowly aiming at target with your hand intertwined with his.
"That's it, baby. Just breathe." He whispers.
Warm breath grazes against your neck as you close on eye to fixate on the object infront of you two, mapping out the surroundings before aiming.
His sight never leaves you, observing how your chest rises and falls with each breath—the small tremor in your fingers and how oddly appealing you look with his guns on you.
He quietly offers you the time you need, his front pressed into you from behind to ensure the trigger won't push you back too far and end up injuring you.
He doesn't flinch or move when your pointy nudges the trigger, shooting straight ahead with a loud bang. He smiles fond to himself, you're a natural—as expected of his girl.
He sighs softly, fingers cradling your head before pressing a light kiss to your head. "So proud of you."
𐙚 He kisses you like there's no tomorrow, because frankly his job has him missing and starving you like crazy. He's afraid any other day his next mission might pull you apart again, so he doesn't half ass your time together and especially not when your soft lips are just in reach.
He's gentle with it, at first, fingers threading around your neck to hold onto you. His mouth moves with yours in slow rhythm, savoring the heat of your breath, the small gasps that slip past you and his favourite—fingers digging into his arms like he's all you can hold onto.
He's patient, but even his composure shatters after a long day. It's not long before his tongue demands entrance, groaning when you oblige without second thought.
"Fuck, you feel so good." He grunts before diving in again, kissing you with more fever.
He'll guide you two towards the next chair, sofa, bed, he doesn't care, anywhere to pull you onto his lap to feel your body squeezing into him while tasting you to the fullest.
𐙚 He's a loyal boyfriend. He carries a small photo of you in the pocket of his uniform no matter where he's heading and even cares for the matching rings he's bought for you two.
He's usally very busy but even with his schedule, you occupy his mind more than once a day. It's the fleeting thoughts when something remembers him of his girl.
He's professional and all serious but once he gets to wind down, his mind circles around you—have you been taking care? What are you doing?
He's just as lonely as you are when he hasn't been home for a few days, but that has never let his love for you die down.
for my cutie miri hihihiheue ^_^
