re9!Leon Kennedy x readercw intended younger reader but there's literally no way for you to know unless you read my mind so. not proofread
leon isn’t use to this.
it’s 9pm, there’s a storm distantly raging through the confines of your home and leon is in bed. next to you.
in all his years that he's spent labouring over a country that wouldn't bat an eye if he lived or died, he's never been so sure it was worth it.
you’re sitting beside him, leaning on him slightly, engrossed in some cooking show you were watching. you had a throw blanket secure around your shoulders that, he supposes, is doing a better job at keeping out the biting than the shirt he has on.
20 minutes ago, he had been researching a vacation for the two of you, reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. now, he was pretending not to be watching your show alongside you.
"Leon?" you say, leaning your head back so it can lean against his shoulder.
"yeah, baby?" he murmurs back. the pet name is sickly sweet as it rolls off his tongue.
"can you fill my water bottle, please? im so warm I don't want to get up," you ask with a shy smile.
"of course. want anything else?" he asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he sets his laptop aside. you hand him your water bottle, murmuring a soft 'no' as he moves out of the room.
when he comes back, he finds you still engrossed in your show now with the blanket higher on your shoulders. you eagerly accept the water bottle, making a gentle noise of content as Leon presses another kiss to your head as he settles back down.
your arm wiggles its way around his back, pulling your blanket over his own shoulders. he takes it from your hand, pulling it over himself the rest of the way as your hand falls to his waist.
"thank you, sweetheart. was starting to get a bit chilly," he grins down at you as you nestle closer to him.
"hmm I'll always be here to warm you," you say back as your eyes begin to droop, susceptible to the comfort that is Leon.
Leon Kennedy x f!readercw nsfw but it's marked, not proofread
sleeps with socks on. he runs naturally very hot but there's something really comforting about it to him.
when he's away on some mission somewhere, he'll either wear your wedding ring around his neck on a chain (if he feels it'll be lowkey enough of a mission to do it).
otherwise, he puts it in the pocket of his pants and will sow a thread through it, connecting it to him. (there was one time he was known to sow it into his glove but that was too uncomfortable).
I believe leon likes to busy himself with house work. it allows him to a) take care of himself/his home, b) not think about the things he would if he was sat doing nothing, and c) not feel completely bad about leaving you sometimes for months at a time.
speaking of, when he has to leave for day-to-day work he doesn't like to wake you, often pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead
if it's longer and more dangerous, he'll wake you up as he himself is getting up. he knows you like being around him, even if for half an hour as he gets ready or eats (even if it is 4 in the morning).
he would love to carry a picture of you with him, but he can't bring himself to potentially endanger you lest someone find it, so he carves your initials onto all of his guns or knives. anything he thinks he won't lose you can count on having your initials.
he doesn't like to have any pictures of you on his phone either. any trace of you he has on him or a device easily hackable will keep him up at night so he has a digital camera that goes with him everywhere.
he often falls asleep on the couch. if you're in the shower or hanging around somewhere, he has no qualms about knocking out watching some trashy show
however, if you yourself go to bed without waking him, he'll get so disappointed and grumble about it as he slinks into bed, moping under the covers as he slumps on top of you
I imagine that Leon is actually a pretty shy person. don't get me wrong he's got a one liner for everything and exudes confidence in the right space, but when he's at home? he's shy.
when you tell him he did a good job on something, most of the time he'll wink or put on a shitty accent while saying 'any time, ma'am' but sometimes he'll blush and stammer out a 'thanks, baby' and shuffle away quickly.
speaking of pet names, I think he's a big fan. particularly of silly ones like 'baby honey' or 'sugar' but as he gets older I think he tends to call you 'baby' or just a nickname
he's not big on pda, but he does really like leading you around with a hand on back
he also likes holding your hand. he does it mostly because he's always slightly nervous when he's out and needs to have a physical reminder that you're there and you're not going anywhere.
he must carry all of the shopping bags, as well. one arm for the shopping, one arm for you to latch onto.
he prefers to drive whenever you're in the car. he likes the control
hand is always on your thigh or dangling in your lap, hands intertwined.
he loves to make playlists of both of your favourite songs. he'll play that sort of 80s rock he likes and then your favourites and not complain one bit.
nsfw
his back is shot (I mean look at his posture) so during sex he likes to switch positions a lot
his favourite is probably you on top, chest to chest. he likes the way he's able to switch control of the pace between you and him while having you so close.
it's also allows him to dig his head into your shoulder, suck on your tits or look you in the eye. he likes the options
as he gets older, sex is usually just in bed, but sometimes he'll eat you out on the couch or in the kitchen
when he's younger, however, his whole house (which extends to his car) is his oyster
he likes to cockwarm with you but only when he's tired. if he thinks about it too much he starts to get all shy which then turns into slightly uncomfortable
that tends to happen regardless, but he usually falls asleep or retires you both to bed (not conjoined so intimately) before that point.
big munch. it helps him turn off his mind.
Leon is really just a big lover who sometimes struggles knowing exactly how to love.
or...what happens when you see leon's china fit from re6
re6!leon kennedy x gn!readeran based on leon's slutty re6 outfit. not proofread
“what are you wearing?”
was the first thing leon heard as he boarded the plane sent for him and helena. he hadn’t expected you to be there–you had never flown out to meet him for any operation big or small but here you were.
you worked alongside hunnigan, compiling all the information and evidence you could get your hands on. in fact, it was only your fourth day working alongside her when you found ashley graham in spain. safe to say you were a deeply valued member of his core team.
but Leon wasn't able to hear from you a lot, much less see you. usually a handful of meetings around missions and whatever free time he could get, but that was it. you had always made a point to spend your lunch with him during those times, stopping by with whatever delicious smelling meal you had prepped last week (you told him he should do the same–it’s a good habit to get into) and divulging everything you thought he'd care to hear.
to answer your question, though, leon looked down at himself then back up at you.
“it’s mission attire,” he said with a glint in his eye. he sighed as he sat down on the chair beside you. helena sat across from the both of you.
“this is helena harper. she’s with–”
“--the secret service, i’m aware,” you said with a polite smile directed toward her, “you both did well. now, leon, what part of mission attire requires you to have half the buttons of your shirt undone?” you teased, looking him up and down as helena stood, clearing her throat over the two of you bickering with growing intensity.
“alright, i have to talk to some of my guys. thanks for all your help, both of you,” she said with a more genuine smile than the pained one she was giving only moments ago. she pats leon on the shoulder as she ventured to the back of the plane, clearly happy to be away from you both.
“i think you made her uncomfortable with your slutty shirt–”
“my WHAT?” leon laughed, shooting straight up in his chair. his grin widens as you giggle beside him, reaching a hand toward the top of his shirt, he catches it before you get a chance to, presumably, poke fun of him a little more.
“don’t get me wrong, i’m enjoying it,” you said with a wink. he sighed once again, flopping back down into his chair entirely ignorant of the way the few others on the private plane were looking toward you both.
leon huffs out a ‘yeah, i bet’ before reclining his chair and closing his eyes. he sits like that for a moment before he starts digging through his pockets. you offer a silent glance, watching as he finally pulled something out of a back pocket on his vest.
it glinted against the gentle light of the cabin as you strapped in, the voice of an air-hostess crackles through the intercom as he fiddles with in before sticking it right where it belongs. his right hand reaches for your left.
“thank you for meeting me, sweetheart,” he says, eyes still closed as he fiddles with the matching ring you’re wearing.
“of course. i feel like i never get to see you. im glad you’re safe,” you said, meeting his gaze as one tired eye peeks open.
“i know, i’m sorry…i’ll ask for more time off. surely after nearly dying for the government a few times they’ll be lenient,” he smiles once again, eye closing as you murmur a soft ‘okay, baby,” and move to lean on his shoulder.
unbeknownst to the both of you, helena sits a row behind you, grinning as she snaps a picture before sending it to hunnigan. you and leon don’t see each other very often. not often enough to actually plan your wedding, but helena hopes that if you manage to one day, that photo will end up somewhere.
or...lifes a little bit easier for Leon when you're there
leon kennedy x gn!reader
an not proofread
thinking about Leon Kennedy who has so much responsibility in every aspect of his life. from the little things like always having to take care of his home and himself to literally saving the entire world from an evil bioweapon. it seems there's no end, always something to do.
and then he meets you. of course, you can tell. his shoulders always tense as though all this responsibility has materialised and sat itself right on top. lines creasing into his forehead as though the thoughts never leave his mind. eyes darkened with years of torturing his mind, his body for the sake of saving the world.
you're such a soft but such a firm presence in his life. you don't live together--it's just another thing he'd worry about--but more often than not you're exactly where he wants you.
sat on the counter next to the stove, nose stuck in a book or a magazine (he can't find the energy to discern what) his eyes soften as he tosses his keys onto the entryway table. you hadn't heard him come in.
he makes a beeline straight to the space between your thighs, soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth he wasn't aware of. "hey, sweet thing," he murmurs into the expanse of your shoulder. you're wearing one of his quarter zips, naturally.
he waits for you to chuckle at the pet name, to look at him with amusement and relief that he's not actually as fatigued as he seems (of course he isn't really, he's far worse off) and when it doesn't come, his smile drops, glancing up at your face.
"hey leon," your voice drips with honey and concern, "didn't hear you come in...try this," he's barely awake as he leans most of his body weight into your shoulder yet his head turns in anticipation of you taking a spoonful of the bubbling pot of soup.
it takes incredible. of course it does--it's you. "it still needs a few more minutes," you murmur as he slides back against your shoulder, "why don't you have a shower? I'll get the fireplace going and we can eat on the couch." he barely nods, sighing as he stands to his full height, back cracking.
he murmurs out a 'thanks, baby' as he shuffles toward the bedroom realising that he has so much responsibility, but with you it's a little easier to bare it.
or...what happens when german shepard hybrid!Leon must live with a caretaker.
hybrid german shepard!leon kennedy x reader requested
cw there's a man who grabs reader's arm and makes a gross pick up line but nothing further.
an fairly sure this is sort of terrible but that's fine.
in the past, being a hybrid had served Leon well. his borderline feral tendencies saved him more times than he'd care to admit. sharpened canines over years of digging into the throats of his enemies, ears hyper vigilant onto everything around him, senses heightened. and it's worked for him, and continued to throughout his career until his higher ups grew increasingly concerned over his unpredictability.
it had happened after his latest mission. he was sent out to a rural town somewhere to retrieve a sample of a new strand of bioweapon. it was easy enough; he'd spent nearly 30 years doing the same thing and was ready to go through the same motions when they landed on the roof of the DSO building and was escorted into his boss' office.
he noticed you as soon as he walked in; sitting on one of the two seats in front of the desk, his ears piqued. it had been explained to him simply: he was no longer fit for new missions. he knew it was coming (and if he was being honest, he was starting to wonder if he'd ever be able to retire) but he had at least expected more...some sort of thanks for sacrificing himself for years just to what? be let go on some random Tuesday night?
crossing his arms over his chest, his ears twitched as the agents behind him unholstered their guns. he didn't need to see them, he heard them well enough. they were afraid of him.
then the focus shifted to you; some low level temp--he thinks he's seen you at the printer one time--who was assigned to "help him readjust to domestic life". a cover up to say they were hiring someone to make sure he stays in line. he couldn't stop it, but it didn't mean he'd have to enjoy it.
...
in the entirety of the 30 minutes you'd been assigned as Leon's caretaker, you hadn't seen him relax once. his ears were constantly raised and alert, tail firmly down--although you were fairly sure that never change anyway. even in his own apartment, Leon still hadn't relaxed. as soon as you'd entered, he'd made a beeline straight to the kitchen, grabbing whatever bottle was closest to pour himself a drink.
"is it alright if I just look around? Im supposed to be here for a few months so...I'd just like to get acquainted," you asked, still standing in the entryway. he had murmured out something close to 'whatever' so you turned on your heel in the opposite direction.
the first room you came across was the dining room, it was simple with a long table and 6 chairs accompanying it. it seemed that was the same for most of the apartment: simple. room after room, you finally walked into what you assumed was his bedroom. it was, yet again, simple. cool-toned grey sheets adorned a minimalistic bed, two bedside tables with only one lamp on the left side, and a chair you recognised to be a pair from one in the living room took up his bedroom.
you hadn't had the chance to turn around and leave--really, you were going to; he deserved to have a private space--when you heard the door open behind you,
you heard him growl first, something low and heavy in the back of his throat, "you're not allowed in here," he said as he took your arm--not roughly, you noticed, just firm--to lead you into another bedroom you hadn't managed to find yet.
"this is yours. just because you have to be here doesn't mean you have a right to go anywhere," he left the room with a slam of the door. you had no chance to respond.
and that was how things went for the first 3 weeks. you made every effort to stay out of his way while accompanying him as much as you could. you tailed behind him on trips to the grocery store. you sat at the barstool whenever he was in the living room, making weekly reports back to the DSO. you even went to the gym with him, pretending to walk on the treadmill when other people walked in (it was better than just sitting and staring at Leon). any time you got too close, which was near constantly, Leon would growl or his ears would perk up and his shoulders would tense. for staying in such a nice apartment, it felt like prison.
for the first time since your arrival, you resigned to going out yourself one night when the fridge was empty and Leon had fallen asleep 4 hours ago and had no hope of waking up anytime soon (it was the same chair as in his room, situated next to the window so the afternoon sun would blaze through the window and he could curl up comfortably).
it wasn't meant to take longer than half an hour. you were rushing to get home and neglected to worry about the man behind you that had been following for the past 3 blocks and all through the shopping centre. you were in one aisle or another when he had walked up to you.
"hey, there," he started, sauntering like he had the right to bother you, "you look good in that...why don't you give me your number and I'll help you take it off later," you had stepped back, saying a curt 'no thank, you.' and moving on to another aisle which, thankfully, he hadn't followed you to.
it wasn't until you left the store when you saw him again, walking toward you against the steady flow of people. he grabbed your arm, forcing you to drop your groceries just to push him off, "what the hell, man?" you shouted, eyes darting toward the few people congregating around. one man from the crowd had pushed him back while another leant down to pick up your bag. thanking them you quickly walked away and back to Leon's apartment.
he was in the kitchen when you returned, ears relaxed now with his tail swishing every so often. he didn't address you as you entered, and you didn't him, either. in fact you paid him no mind, especially not when he moved closer to you, sniffing at the same arm the man at the store had grabbed.
"who's that?' he asked.
"just some guy," you responded, opening the fridge to put the milk back. he didn't respond to you then, going to the couch instead.
"I was going to order a pizza, later. if you wanted something," it was the longest sentence he'd said since that first day. and when you responded, clambering onto the barstool for another night of watching him from a distance, he scoffed.
"if you're going to watch me, you might as well sit here. it creeps me out," he said, nose stuck in his phone. sit on his couch? the last time you tried to do that he'd growled at you then spent the next 2 hours rubbing and scratching--marking, you assumed--at the spot.
"uh, sure, yeah. if that would make you feel better," you said. he didn't respond as you sat down near him on the other side of the couch. you were so engrossed in the tv you hadn't noticed him sniffing at the air around you until he leaned in closer and scoffed.
"whoever it was smells...disgusting. stay there," he murmured, darting up only to return with a jacket, tossing it into your lap. "if you're gonna be here, you're not smelling like someone else," you hesitated. he had given you one of his own jackets you'd seen him wear more times than you could count.
it was soft, you noticed, as you pulled it on. warm, too. as though he'd left it in a spot for it to be warmed. you tried not to think about it too much--tried not to consider how nice it felt to finally have somewhat of a conversation with Leon.
he sat down again, closer this time. huffing out a 'better' under his breath. "I'll fix your shirt later," he said, to which you cocked your head sideways at him, "can still smell 'em," he said.
"you're gonna do the rest of my clothes, too, huh?" you joked, to which he looked over at you, eyebrow raised, and entirely serious.
or...hybrid leon can tell when somethings up and will do anything to ensure you're okay.
german shepard hybrid!leon kennedy x reader requested
an more hybrid leon for the world. I assumed you wanted German shepard like the other stuff I've written. enjoy : )
cw fluff
the faint scratching of your key in the door makes leon's head shoot up, ears piqued. he hears the telltale screech of the hinge and your shuffling inside with all your bags after work.
he bounds off the couch, abandoning the warmed sunspot he'd retreated to as he made his way over to you, tail wagging in anticipation.
the first thing he notices is the change of your scent. he recognises it, of course, but it takes him a moment to place it. he shuffles over to you, helping to unload your bags onto the floor before pulling you into his arms.
he takes a sharp inhale once in the hollow of your neck where it meets your shoulder, cheek rubbing against your skin. you're still the same you, with an overwhelming scent he practically gets drunk off, but with an almost sour citrusy tinge to it. he enjoys it all the same, but he knows somethings off. he goes to pull you tighter into him when he hears your own sharp exhale followed by hands on his shoulders, gentling pushing him back.
"are you alright? did I hurt you?" he asks, eyes passing over you frantically. his tail stills, ears pinning back to his head.
"im alright my boobs are just a bit sore," you say, moving toward him to press a kiss to the side of his head, right by one worried ear. it clicks for him, then, what the new scent is. he remembers learning about periods in high school, something about estrogen increasing and, in turn, making your life harder with fatigue and soreness. he doesn't remember a lot, but he knows well enough you're on your period.
your relationship is still fresh, still new. it's in that phase where you're both so excited about the prospect of knowing one another like this. Leon doesn't mind you being on your period, he's a grown man, after all, but it doesn't cease the worrying.
he takes you by the shoulders, guiding you into your bedroom despite your gentle protests. setting you down on the bed, he kneels in front of you, unlacing your shoes dutifully.
"Leon, I can do that--"
"nonsense. let me take care of it. do you want to watch a movie?" he asks, sitting down beside you to ease off your jacket.
"I just want a shower," you say as he shuffles closer, taking you by the shoulder to lean into him. you can hear his tail rhythmically thumping against the bed as you sit for a moment with him.
eventually, you move off to the bathroom, letting the hot water ease your muscles and wash away your day (and the blood). when you emerge 20 minutes later, you find the bed pulled back, ready for you to slide into with a weighted blanket on top. he's turned on the ac so that you don't get too hot under the blankets and an laid extra pillow on the edge of the bed just in case.
you can hear tinkering from the kitchen but with your eyes sagging and any ounce of energy you have remaining leaving your body, you make your way into bed. it's not long before Leon re-emerges, ears flopping easily against his hair.
"how are you feeling?" he asks, setting down a steaming cup of tea next to you.
"im fine, leon, just need some rest. and for you to get into bed with me," you smile as he sits on the edge of the bed, reaching your hand up to scratch behind his ear. he whines somewhere in the back of his throat in a soft appreciation before coming to his senses, focus redirecting back to you.
he clambers over you carefully, sliding right into bed beside you. he leans you against his chest, pressing a kiss against your head as he stuffs his own head back into your neck. you relax against him, moving to rest your leg against his bent knee
"this okay?" you ask. he hums happily against your neck, grinning.
"more than okay. I've missed you," he says and, once more, you can hear the gentle thump of his tail against the bed. this time, it's slower. more relaxed.
"d'you want the hot water bottle?" he asks once more, voice slurring from the comfort of your neck.
"im okay, leon. really," you say, pressing a final kiss to his head before he eventually lulls into sleep. your own eyes drag you down into a similar place and, thankfully, you're able to sleep away the pain.
or...his shoulder hurts so bad, but it's a prime resting spot for his partner
Leon Kennedy x gn!reader an based on that one animation from re4r.
years of shooting has taken its toll on Leon's shoulder. recoil from any and all guns he could find has built in a deep seated pain within him. he rarely notices it anymore, save for when he falls asleep in the wrong position on the couch or carries something heavy. generally, it doesn't bother him.
so when you settle down next to him, on his right side, on the couch he doesn't think anything of it. and he doesn't think anything of it as you slowly start to lean into his side until most of your weight is leaning on his bad shoulder.
he's shifted three times in the past 10 minutes, trying to not wake you when you turn in your seat, whole weight leaning on his poor shoulder. pain shoots through Leon, a soft grunt of displeasure cutting through the silence of the living room.
really, he's trying not to wake you, but his shoulder is throbbing so bad he can feel it in his teeth. resigning, he brings his left hand to your shoulder, shaking softly.
"hey," he murmurs as you stir, "sorry to wake you...just--"
"your shoulder? oh, Leon. you should've woken me up before," you sit up. you'd noticed it before, how he favoured his left arm in his day-to-day life.
"yeah, why don't you..." he trails off as he guides you to lay your head on his lap. "good?' he asks, to which you nod as he rubs at the skin of your shoulder. "very good," you reply.
sugar daddy!re9!Leon x sugar baby!reader requested.
cw age gap (51-25 ish), Leon is slightly pervish but it's only brief and very barely
for all he complained about in his life, years of fighting bioweapon's had in fact come with an upside: an abundance amount of money he could spend on anything as he pleased, and his current obsession? well, that was you.
laying next to him, back exposed and sheets fisted between soft hands, was his only saving grace in this life. it was an arrangement that came easy. working as a low level assistant at the DSO, trying to polish off a resume, you met him late one night. he had just come back from some classified mission somewhere in the world and so very tired.
he had dropped the files you had just handed him and you, being a dutiful worker, bent down to pick it up. you hadn't noticed, of course, but he had stopped to gawk at you--the peek of your underwear facing him directly nearly took him out. between that and another time you spilt water over his crotch and hurried to pat the area dry, Leon had grown quite fond of you.
he had asked you one night when everyone else had gone home and the trains had all stopped running if you were doing it on purpose and if you'd like to show him more of what you could do back at his. you quickly agreed.
naturally, it progressed from there. he felt bad leading you on--he wouldn't allow anything official in his life so he gave you this: in exchange for your companionship, he'd give you whatever material item you please. leon's job took everything from him. peace of mind, his physical health, any long term stability or companionship. but it wouldn't take this.
only hours ago was he grunting the same sentiment into your hair, bare and slick with sweat. and now, leaning against the rail of his penthouse balcony, he's letting you sleep.
or at least he was. he hears the rustle of the sheets, how you shuffle out of them before your feet pattering against the wood floor until you reach him.
"I have something for you...was gonna give it to you after but you seemed a bit out of it," he turns, from this angle, he's eye to eye with you. Leon notices how you're wearing his shirt and not much else--not anything he can see, anyway.
"oh, thanks. I had forgotten," he hums noncommittally, turning to head inside to grab a little suede-covered box to push into your waiting hands.
"oh, wow, leon! what brand of car is this?" you ask to which he can only chuckle, "y'know...I don't need super expensive stuff. I enjoy you well enough," he takes the box back as you handle the car key, feeling it in between your hands.
"that's not how this works, sweetheart," the nickname is foreign in his mouth, he's not use to it breaching the confines of his bed (or wherever else he had half a mind to take you).
"I know but...this is the second car you've given me, Leon." he doesn't respond to you. instead, he stands to his full height, back cracking with the stress of age, and moves to pull your (his) shirt up just enough to rest his hands on your bare hips. he pulls you into him—the heat of him is intoxicating and you’re fairly sure he’s hard again.
“y’know what you do to me?” he asks, its rhetorical, but you know. you can feel exactly what you do to him, pressing into the space just below your belly button.
“leon—“
“you want another car?” his head drops to the expanse of your neck, breathing for a moment before biting at the skin there, “or that bag you were lookin’ at?” he turns you then, pressing you against the railing, hands pressed against your back, pulling you into him. he can’t risk having you fall, can he?
“jus’ want you, leon,” you murmur, hands fisting at his hair.
“hm,” he pauses the ministrations on your neck, “that’ll cost a whole lot more, baby.”
