The only thing that Leon snacks on.. other than you.
With a bit of confusion you turned your head to face the doorway leading to the kitchen after hearing Leon call out your name. Setting the book you were currently reading on the couch, you turned your attention fully to where he was, spotting his tall figure. "Yeah? What happened?" A soft concerned hum left your lips, and without an answer you asked once more, "Leon? Are you okay?"
You heard the continuous clattering of items in the kitchen, furrowing your brows you decided to get up from the comfortable position you were in, legs tucked in, keeping yourself cozy underneath the blanket. Throwing the blanket aside you stood up, making your way towards the kitchen.
Peaking through the wooden doorframe, you watched as Leon opened cabinets full of food and snacks, leaving the cabinets ajar before he turned seeing you peak. "What happened Leon? Did you lose something?" you asked, chewing the inside of your cheek as you walked closer to him.
"The Oreos I bought.. they're gone.." Leon stared at you with the straightest face he'd ever gave, while you stood there absolutely stunned. Just as you were about to burst out in laughter until you realized how you were the suspect of the missing Oreos of Leon Scott Kennedy.
Leon was gone for about a week in a mission in another country, and just before that mission you both went grocery shopping and the only thing he probably bought with contentment would be the box of Oreos with 9 packs and when he was gone, you grabbed maybe a few packs as midnight snacks, binging your favorite TV shows—without even noticing how you already finished the whole box within the week. It was on your to-do list to get another box before Leon came back but it just got buried along with your other piled reminders.
Now there you were, standing in front of Leon guilty as charge. Other than the meals you cook for him, he would never snack on chips or candies, it was always just the crunchy chocolate cookies with the white filing this 49 year old man obsessed over.
"Okay uh.. Leon.." you muttered with a guilty expression on your face, standing in front of him with the best posture you could, pursing your lips in attempt to think of a good reasoning.
He suddenly crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you while raising his brows as if he was interrogating one of the bad guys in his line of work.
"I ate the whole pack when you left because it was my only snack! I said I was only going to have one but then I just.. It was delicious.. I'm sorry.." you confessed with a small pout, looking in to his eyes with the puppy-eyed gaze.
Leon's stern look faltered his lips curled into a small grin, letting your puppy-eyes get to him. "We're going to the grocery."
"It's twenty minutes away Leon!"
the fight never ends / i can't face the dark without you
♫⋆｡♪₊˚ breaking benjamin - without you
(gn reader / comfort / 1.1k words) moments shared with leon after he has a nightmare
LEON KENNEDY PRESSES HIS HAND AGAINST THE WARMTH OF A CERAMIC MUG JUST TO FEEL IT BURN. steam billows into his face when he leans over the top. truthfully, tea had never been his thing. he drank cheap diner coffee when chris forced him out to chat and cleared any tiredness of the night in the morning by splashing cold water on his face.
but cold water doesn’t feel right tonight. not when the bathroom of your apartment is connected to your bedroom where your sleeping body still lies, peacefully dreaming. the pipes are old, leon reasons. their creaking would wake you. or the rattle of the door hinges he still hadn’t fixed. or the ache of the floorboards protesting against his weight.
and he really doesn’t want to feel any colder tonight.
leon lets his eyes flutter shut, content to feel the warmth for a little while longer. the nerves in his hands must be shot, he thinks. or maybe it’s something in his head. this wasn’t a new behavior, but it was something he had done his best to ignore. he had wasted a few years stuffing it down with alcohol. more recently, it had been boxing.
leon sighs. it’s almost soothing in a way. like the feeling of first dipping into a warm bath after a long day.
he leans his weight against the countertop until his hips press into the rounded edges of the marble. there’s an old ache in his knee that only ever returns when it’s about to rain. you had teased him about it once — he was “better than the news.” leon laughed. your fingers massaged the muscle until he could support his weight without complaint.
the mug cools as time passes. the tea no longer steams. leon raises the cup with shaky hands and takes a slow sip. it’s soothing when it hits his throat. the sweetness lingers in his mouth. he lets his eyes flutter shut for just a moment, relaxing his trembling hands once again.
quiet never lasts long. not around leon, anyways. he doesn’t move when the floorboards creak nearby. your footsteps are gentle, but not silent. you knew how to sneak around without being heard. this was a choice; it’s a decision to make yourself known. something in his chest warms.
you make your way to leon’s side, leaning against the countertop beside him. you don’t touch him. not yet. but you stay close enough that he can hear the rustle of your clothes and your own hands pressing against the countertop’s surface.
“couldn’t sleep?” you ask, voice quiet.
leon blinks. his eyes flutter open, staring down at the mug once again. he focuses on the still water inside. he focuses on maintaining the steady rhythm of his breathing. “no,” he finally murmurs. “just… thinking.”
you nod, though leon doesn’t see it. instead, you shuffle slightly closer, letting your knuckles brush against his own. he lets out a breath that comes out shakier than expected. still, his shoulders relax ever so slightly when he does. you don’t push further. you just wait.
leon wraps his right hand around the mug once again, downing the rest of the tea before it goes cold. the ceramic clatters against the countertop when he sets it down. leon cringes, sending a mental apology to your neighbors about the noise.
“it’s supposed to storm in the morning,” you say, almost offhandedly. “might be able to skip your run.”
leon lets an amused huff escape him. it’s easy to read between the lines. skip the run, sleep in instead. he nods, shifting to look at you. you’re tired. he can see it even in the darkness: you blink at him sleepily, half-leaning against the countertop as if you’ll collapse without its support. the idea of you dragging yourself out of bed at an ungodly hour of night just to stand beside him in your kitchen makes leon’s cheeks warm. it almost flusters him.
he moves, gingerly taking your hand into his own. his hands are calloused and hardened from years of weapons training. still, you hold him like he’s something fragile. like someone that deserves to be protected. he offers you a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. “yeah, maybe i will.”
you shuffle closer, leaning against leon’s chest, now. he accepts you with open arms. he shifts to rest his right hand against your waist, pulling you in until you’re tucked into his hold. you let out a soft sigh. there’s solace in his warmth. leon’s lips brush against your cheek when he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin.
for a few moments, the world stops. leon holds you impossibly close. his hand slips beneath the hem of your t-shirt to trace miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin. your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his hold. you feel the steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling. he lets out another deep sigh, willing the monsters in the darkness to stay hidden for just a little while longer.
you stay there for so long that you nearly fall back asleep against leon’s chest. rain begins to patter against your windows, interrupting the otherwise peaceful night. leon is almost grateful for the drizzle. maybe he will skip his morning run.
“still thinking?” you mumble, finally breaking the quiet.
leon can’t help but smile softly. his hand raises from your waist to instead cup your cheek, gingerly tracing against your skin. you lean into his touch, still half-asleep. “not anymore,” he murmurs. “come on. let’s go back to bed.”
you nod, eager to follow his lead. leon’s hand falls away from your own to instead rest against the small of your back as you retrace the steps back to your bedroom. the sheets are almost cool when he finally settles back onto his side of the bed. you’re quick to follow, tugging the blankets up to tuck them around him. leon chuckles but doesn’t protest. instead, he waits until you finally curl into his side, resting your head against his chest.
you drape one hand over leon’s waist until it curls naturally against his side. your ear is pressed just over his heart. leon hopes you can’t feel how quickly it beats when you’re pressed against him.
leon waits until your breath evens out and sleep overtakes you once again. your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. his hand snakes beneath your shirt once again, desperate to feel the warmth of your skin against his own.
“thank you,” he murmurs into the darkness. it’s only response is the continued patter of rain as leon finally slips back into sleep.
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Lazy night with your husband Leon while he let you do skincare to him
its cozy night where rarely you both get, no missions, no emergency call for his help, no bioweapons, yea no nonsense people want from your husband
that man deserve to get rest, a warm, clean, relaxing night with you
looking at him everytime he came home from missions with sore back, dusty, muddy, dirty shirt and scrape skin, always give you hurt your heart seeing him like that
fighting for a comfortable life for you, for your family that both of you build together
then came across in your mind an idea, just to take care him for this night a rare night hes here with no shit people need from him
soo you take him to bathroom runs a warm bath for him, bath him with a warm water and bubble that you buys recently when goes to shopping
"is that necessary doll?"
Leon said after you throwing a rubber ducky to the bathtub hes in, with ridiculously bouble bath and the color of the water looking like cotton candy from a bath boom
"little friends to company you bath never hurt you, soo don't be dramatic old man, and let me bath your stink unwash body"
as you start to wash his hair, while he just whine like a cat being bath time
"ouch"
well after a half an hour later, after a battle to bath this old man while he whines comes to end
you just wrap him in warm fresh towel and let Leon waddles toward the bedroom
after let him get dress in comfy pajamas you pick for him, a cute Hello Kitty pajamas
"now lay down old man i'm bout to put skincare on your pretty face"
"no"
"Leon"
he just obediently lay down on the bed after you give him a glare
as you pull all your battle equipment, all that toner, all that serums, all that moisturizer, all that face mask, all of that bout to settle on his face
"well someone are really goin to battle?"
"yes, now shutup and lemme doll you up Kennedy"
as you start to slab him with a clay mask and do your stuff to his face
still whinging but still let you do whatever you do to him
skincare after skincare, all 13 step of skincare you apply in his skin
until
"well this surprisingly good"
after you apply a lotions to his hands while hes on sheet mask with half lidded eyes bout to leave to dream world anytime soon
"thats what i thought"
"i'll take back all comments sayin that shit gonna make me looked like those models on tv"
"now you are the model on tv"
as you done applying lotions to his rough hands, tracing all the scars he gets from missions, trainning, and fighting a litteral zombies from anywhere
you just soo lost in thought, thinking how Leon surviving those fights, missions
not realizing your husband already snooring and dead asleep with crooked sheet mask hes wearing looking all cute and ridiculous at the same time
"well there he goes"
you sigh looking at Leon sleep like dead raccoon, but before you joins to sleep beside him, you put a gentle kiss on his scar on his hand then let yourself lay beside him and turn off the lamp beside your bed
writen by @/ifuckinghateschool
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A/N: PLS FIRST TIME DOIN FLUFF FOR LEON, PLS DONT LET THIS FLOP. i literally cant write a dialog, i just cant do that in fanfic or just general writing dialog i know its shit, i just have this dialog 60% base on reality yess base my experience with my bf soo yea thanks to him too and how i still remember what i said and what he said in randoms night when i stay over his place. and i alr said to him imma write stuff about dialog and he being a supportive he is just help me and let me use our conversations. ik its shit and maybe weird using rl convo but for me its better than using AI to write me a conversations for a fanfic bc well i dont find joys to write based on AI or help from AI to write things for me😔
how some of the RE men would praise you (no, I'm not lonely! What makes you say that?!)
characters:
╰┈➤ carlos oliveira
╰┈➤ chris redfield
╰┈➤ leon s. kennedy
gender, cw, & tags:
╰┈➤ gn! reader
╰┈➤ fluff
╰┈➤ praise, love languages, nicknames/petnames
a/n: every time I give a rating at the end I feel like that one video of abby lee miller with the paper pyramid on the wall. also the love languages were so fun to do??? i might do another post expanding on it, maybe scenarios or smth :p
carlos oliveira (re3r)
Do they praise you often?
Yes. He seems like he would praise you consistently whenever the opportunity arises -- both big and small scenarios. You got a promotion? Praise. You helped an old lady cross the street? Praise. You got out of bed this morning? Didn't squash a bug? Tied your shoes? You're a viable option for the Nobel Peace Prize, at least in Carlos' eyes.
Love language?
I'm gonna go ahead and say that Carlos' love language is probably either physical touch or quality time. Words of affirmation comes close, as well.
Likely, since this is how he perceives love, acts falling under these categories are what he's going to give you when he wants to praise you. I don't think he'd stray from them unless you told him you preferred a different love language -- in which case, he'd try his best to meet your expectations (although it might take him a while to become fully conscious of what you'd like from him)
So things like: petting your head, embracing you randomly, offering to take you on dates as a reward, complimenting you, etc.
Nicknames?
Literally anything and everything. Seriously --
Names relating to one of your traits (like an achieved status), for one. For example --Supercop (lol)
He's probably got nicknames for you if you're smaller/younger than him too: pipsqueak, tater-tot, chica/o, peanut, etc.
As for more general nicknames: baby, babygirl/boy, babe, sunshine, princess/prince, gorgeous, beautiful/handsome, etc.
(he'd probably use a lot of really corny nicknames when in a joking manner, too -- some shit like sugar plum or cuddle muffin, LOL)
What are their go-to praises?
"Good girl/boy."
"You're doing great."
"I'm proud of ya'."
Are they successful at praising you?
heuheuheuheuhe yup!
Overall, I'd give him a 10/10. I feel like he'd be really good at making you feel good about yourself and he'd never let your feats go unrecognized either.
chris redfield (re: death island)
Do they praise you often?
mmmmmm. Occasionally. Like a very average amount?
Death Island's version of Chris would praise you every time you achieved something hard or did something really good (like you did good at a job interview or won an award) but other than that it's a little more occasional and random.
Love language?
My guess would be acts of service, gift giving, and/or quality time.
I don't think Chris would stray far from his ideas on what love is, either. If you wanted something different like physical touch or words of affirmation, you might have to tell him. He'd struggle with doing it in a smooth way at first, but eventually, he'd get the hang of it.
His rewards to you will usually consist of: making you food; bringing you food; gifting you flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, jewelry, etc.; watching tv with you; taking you on dates; etc.
Nicknames?
Nothing corny. I feel like a lot of nicknames he would cringe at and would be too embarrassed to say them.
Generally, things like: babe, honey, hon, pumpkin.
Not as commonly, he may use a shortened version of your name as well. Although, I still think he'd prefer like babe or hon more.
What are their go-to praises?
"Good job, (nickname)."
"You did good."
...and a lot of very like. Flat kinda ones? like "Nice" or "Cool" (LOL)
Are they successful at praising you?
For the most part.
Overall, this version of Chris gets a 7/10. Not terrible, but not amazing either. ("you did good, I'm waiting for you to be great." HFHFH)
leon s. kennedy (re2r - re4r)
Do they praise you often?
...He's, um, he's gonna try!
I feel like at the beginning of your relationship, the re2r time period, he would very frequently try, but it would be...well, not very smooth.
By the re4r time period he's just given up on words of affirmation, bro, like. it is just NOT his thing (he'd replace it with diff love language acts tho).
Love language?
*rubs hands together deviously* let's see here...
I'm gonna go ahead and say this boy likes, and thus is prone to, spoiling you with acts of service and/or gift-giving. HOWEVER...I feel like he would actually differ from the other two men on this list, and he'd be very proactive in trying to figure out what you like specifically. Leon, to me, seems like the most empathetic on this list and while he's a little awkward in nature, he's always eager to do/be the best he can.
You can expect a lot of: cleaning for you; making you breakfast and/or dinner; helping you with work/problems; bringing you food; giving you flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, etc.
Additionally, I think out of all the characters on this list, Leon would be the best at giving you gifts that you actually like, too. For example, it's not just gonna be a flowers-every-time type of deal -- if he knows you like games, he's gonna get you games. If he knows you like snacks, he's gonna get you snacks. If he knows you like clothes, he's gonna get you clothes. So on and so on.
(side note: I feel like he'd actually secretly enjoy picking out clothes for you? considering how he's got that whole pretty boy vibe going on. I mean LOOK at his jacket in re4r. the man has SOME fashion sense, at least)
Nicknames?
At the beginning of your relationship, re2r timeline-wise, he's gonna try everything. And it's GONNA be bad.
Once he finally realizes he can't force shit like "sweet stuff" or "muffin" he'll move onto ones that come out more naturally -- like shortening your name.
The general ones after getting comfortable are: babe, hon, angel(?), princess/prince(?) (not too sure about the last two, they're strong maybes).
I also feel like if you called him pookie or something else funny-sounding as a joke, he'd call you it back, LOL.
What are their go-to praises?
"Good job."
"Nice."
"Cool."
...and more very generic ones. Words of affirmation are NOT his strong suit, whatsoever.
Are they successful at praising you?
In terms of actual words of praise, no. In terms of rewarding you in general? HELL yeah.
Overall, he's getting an 8/10 for effort. I feel like this kind of stuff wouldn't come naturally for him since he's more introverted, but INTROVERSION be damned, this boy has got mind-blowingly serious dedication to being romantically swag as FUCK !!! (sorry).
The office was busy and bustling as per usual but nothing you weren't used too.
You had checked your calendar this morning, reminding you that a group of rookies had just graduated and you were to introduce them and show them round.
You met them in the lobby and explored the station with them two at a time, it was about midday now and you were feeling really good everyone you had met seemed so lovely and you were exited to work with them in the future.
Looking down at your list walking towards the lobby you read two names 'Leon S Kennedy and Sarah Avenem'
Calling them out you see only one guy stand up "Oh you must be Leon" Shaking his hand you ask "Do you know where your partner is?"
"Uh no no idea!" He says
He's staring at you. Really staring at you.
You couldn't deny that he was cute. But you just weren't ready for a relationship. You guessed that you'd just have to leave his crush as what it is for now. Just a crush.
Looking down he's still holding your hand "Shall we start the tour?" You say giving him a sweet smile "Ah oh Yes!" He says letting go of your hand and wiping his palm sweat on his jeans.
A few months have passed and Leon is well on his way to becoming a great cop, he's always on time and hes always right there when you need him.
And there even when you don't.
He brings you a coffee every morning, remembering the way you like it. He goes out of his way to pass your desk and say hi, normally leaving a little treat along side his greeting.
You're ready to start work when he passes you one morning. "Morning" He says chirpily standing awkwardly by your desk. "It so good to see you" He chirps staring for all too long.
"You're in early" smiling you look into his eyes, his gaze immediately hitting the floor. Rubbing the back of his neck he says "Yah well I kinda missed you over the weekend" He chuckles.
"Aw you're such a charmer" You say smiling "I'm pretty busy today but I'm sure I'll see you on break if you're not on patrol?"
"YEAH hm yeah" He smiles "That'd be great"
Break roles around and he's sat in the same spot as he always is. At the back of the room at the two seated table. When he sees you he smiles waving you to come over and sit with him "Hey, I uh was wating to ask you something" He says taking a sip of his coffee way too soon burning his mouth.
"Ahh oh ah ow owie" He says clasping his hand over his mouth "Oh my- are you okay?!" You ask between shock and laughter, trying to hide your giggle behind your hand. He notices and laughs along with you staring at you with his bright blue eyes.
Seconds of silence go by "Yoouu where going to ask me something?" You point out snapping him out of his one man staring contest "YES" He jumps "There's a uh movie I was going to see this weekend, I was wondering..." He looks down twiddling his thumbs "If you'd uh like to come see it with me?" Looking up at your hopeful he waits for his answer "Uh sure, what movie is it?" You ask "I'm telling you now I CANNOT do horrors I wont sleep" You smile.
"Its called resident evil, Its about a cop who gets stuck in a zombie apocalypse, the original came out ages ago but they just remade it!" He says.
"Hm sounds scary" You say leaning across the table, he laughs.
"Well I'll be here to protect you"
You both laugh and finish the rest of your break, before the rookie is called to go on patrol. Maybe he was a bit nervous and way awkward around girls but hey he was cute.
I don't have much to write as Yandere Leon Part 6 is being worked on. I'm taking my time as I want to lead onto the end in a satisfying way for you all.
c/w: this is just pure fluff! There’s no virus in this fic and leon is working at rpd. our boy gets to be a police officer now and is taken place around early 2000’s. 🩷
Summary: When a new cat cafe in raccoon city opens up, who else is better to go on a date with no other then your boyfriend Leon Kennedy?
such a long week at the RPD station. Having to deal with reports and arrests all week wasn’t anything new to Leon, but when his lovely girlfriend calls him up the day before his day off that theirs a new cat cafe in town? Yeah he’s taking you there. He remembers the way your giddy voice echoed through his phone and the way you were super happy to have such a cute cafe open up. Besides, he probably needed this. spending time with his girlfriend and getting to see her beautiful smile was something he’d never give up for the world.
so when he pulls up in his car outside of your house, he calls you up to let you know he’s there. you pick up on the first ring immediately and with such a joyful voice “Hi leon!!!” he chuckles to himself hearing your voice. “hey sweetie, i’m outside right now. ready to go my cat lady?” he can’t see you right now but he knows you just probably rolled your eyes at him over the phone.
“yes i’m ready ill be out!” you say then hanging up the phone. You wanted to wear a cute outfit today so you picked out one of your favorite, comfortable, clothing and accessories to look adorable today. you were happy at the thought you finally got to go on a date with leon after such a long week for him and you, you knew this cafe was gonna cheer the both of you up anyways.
heading outside and locking up the house before making your way to leon, he’s already captivated by your outfit. his mouth agape at the way you look and how adorable his girlfriend can look. he closes his mouth and it turns into a pure smile of ‘wow i’m the luckiest guy in the world right now.’ type of smile. He unlocks his car doors and gets out before you reach his car. He goes to the passenger side and opens the door for you, “aw thank you leon!” kissing his face while wrapping your arms around his neck. he closes his eyes with a small smile and opens them again when he feels you pull away. closin your door he makes his way to the drivers side and hops in.
“i’m glad you and me are going to this place. i feel like it would cheer us up after such a long week” you say facing towards him with a smile. he couldn’t help but admire the way you looked and how happy you were. he truly was the luckiest man in the world.
“sweetheart, you already cheer me up no matter what. Getting to hear you and see you makes me happy. now, let’s go to that cat cafe, yeah?” he tilts his head then straightens himself out and gets the car going. you couldn’t help but giggle a bit at how sweet your boyfriend was.
After arriving to the cat cafe you noticed it wasn’t quite as busy. thank goodness you two had a day off on a week-day. noticing how all the cats looked outside from the window, you couldn’t help but be in awe. pointing towards the glass gesturing towards the cute little kitties. “look leon! this one looks like you!” you say with a happy smile. Leon squats right beside you and looks at the cat. A well fed grayish-white cat with blue eyes and a pink nose. it has a white tummy and a nice stripped pattern tail that was light grey and white. “Yeah. hah it does look like me doesn’t it?” you chime in with “mhm! cmon let’s go inside!” happily taking his hand and opening the door.
“nuh-uh-uh. ladies first” he says as he opens the door. “aw thank you!” chiming in. You were greeted by the workers once you came in.. but you tuned that all out with how cute the cats looked. the place was cozy, bright, warm, and clean. everything you’d expect a cat cafe to look like. All the cats were adoptable too you noticed.
“Looks like this little guy likes you! he never goes up to just anyone.” the nice worker tells you, you noticed it was the same gray cat you said that looked like Leon earlier. “hey little guy!” kneeling down and petting him. Leon couldn’t help but watch you with a smile. Walking around he makes his way to a comfy chair with a table and watches you play with the cats. He grabs the camera he prepared before hand for photos out of his pocket and snaps a few pictures of you. getting every cute angle and smile and laugh you expressed.
After half an hour with the cats you join Leon at the table and sit next to him. “Baby, did you know you can order coffee and tea here too? this is such a cute cafe!” you exclaimed. “really? i didn’t know that” gosh you were too cute.
After calling the worker over and ordering your guys drinks it shortly comes out after. Leon got a nice iced coffee while you also got your preferred drink. You don’t know how much time has passed but it seems like it had been a few hours with cats coming by and passing. You two took bunch of photos too and even some with Leon playing with the cats and cuddling them. You had to get these printed out or put into an album. This was one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen your boyfriend do. “darling, it’s getting quite late, shall we head home now? i can drop you off?” he says to you. “hm? oh yeah! we should!” still sitting at your table he holds out a hand and you grab it while you sit up from the chair. thanking the worker you two headed out not before saying goodbye to the small gray cat.
In the car it was a peaceful drive home. You two talked and held hands while he kept looking over making sure you were okay. After arriving back to your place he gets out and opens your door and walks you to your front door. “Thanks again for having this date with me leon.”
“of course. anytime. you know that i love spending time with you baby.” he says then grabbing your cheek and waist and kisssing ur forehead. you couldn’t help but giggle at the way he always made sure you felt love. “Hey leon..”
“hm? yes love?”
you smile
“want to stay the night? there’s a movie i wanted to watch with you for a while now.”
“Haha, of course sweetie. I was hoping you’d ask for me to spend the night.” he says sweetly “what would you do if i didn’t mr kennedy?” smiling at him and teasing him.
“not sure. Probably pull an all nighter thinking of you.” saying shyly and looking at you. “aw, come in then. we can do something else that makes us pull an all nighter.. together.” you say while opening your front door and before leading him in by the hand you kiss his soft lips with pure love and affection. He deepens the kiss by grabbing you by the waist and holding you close to him.
You were glad to have such a wonderful man like him in your life.
A/N: hi my dears! 🥹 i’m so glad with all the support i’ve been getting and all the likes and comments. love u all so very much so i decided to make a fluff fic with our boy leon 😋
( RE2r!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || baking cookies but not getting much done because ur bf is very very sleepy || this rookie is trying his best ♡ re2r fluff for anon ♡ )
“Leon,” you chuckle, smiling as your eyes peer down at the bowl of batter he was supposed to be mixing. “You're mixing the air, not the bowl.” You point out, gesturing down to the bowl. He was still mixing the air, spoon not near the batter. Not by a long shot. Leon seemed out of it, head in the clouds all droopy eyed. Just what was he thinking about?
“Hey! Hey! Leon, I'm talking to you!” You say, waving your hand in his face. You knew working at the RPD was stressful, endless amounts of paperwork, and all that, but was it really that stressful enough to make Leon sleep while standing up? In the kitchen? Of all places?
Leon blinks, realizing your hand is in his face. “Oh shit, sorry.” He quickly apologizes, yawning softly. “The senior officers are just…too much for me.” He says, his focus on mixing the batter in the bowl in front of him. He sounded tired and looked tired, too, if it wasn't evident by the sleepy look in his eyes. “They're just peachy, aren't they? Been in the force too long?” You joke, trying to lift the mood.
“Don't worry your head, Scotty, they're just old geezers too long in office - probably rode dinosaurs or something to school.” You add as you shrug. Leon snickers, almost dropping the spoon he was holding in his hand.
“If Chief Irons heard ya you'd be dead meat, one of those stuffed animals he has in his room - it isn't the stuffed animal you're thinking of, by the way.” Your grimace at what Leon was implying, whatever it was, it didn't sound too pretty. “Oh god, do you mean..?” You trail off, looking at him with slightly wide eyes. Leon seems to brighten up, amused by your reaction. “Not the cute kind, definitely.” He chuckles, placing the mixing bowl to the side.
“The type you'd find in a museum. I don't know why he likes those things so much. He sure is peachy.” Just like you said, Leon agreed wholeheartedly. He didn't want to admit it, but he had a habit of soaking in whatever vocabulary you threw at him. Leon was regurgitating whatever you said in a sweetly, somewhat mimicking way. Like the way he quoted movies. Lucky you, even if you didn't notice it at all. Leon remembered the little things, or, at least, he tried.
“I finished mixing the batter…” He trails off, staring blankly at the bowl of dough like he was trying to see his own reflection in it. His blues gazed into the wheaty dough like he was trying to peer into a mirror. He, of course, couldn't. “What are we making again?” He asks as he peers into the bowl. He tilts his head. Maybe if he looked at it sideways, it'd make sense?
“Raspberry danishes, your favorite, remember?” You reply, taking the bowl from him. “Just sit pretty on the couch, okay bubba? You deserve a break.” You say, kissing his cheek. He looks up at you, eagerly nodding his head. Leon kind of wished he had a mirror now. He could feel his cheeks heating up as soon as your lips pulled away from his cheek. Bubba? That was new.
He glanced at the living room, then back at your face. You looked as though nothing had happened. As if you didn't just kiss him on the cheek.
Leon turns around, padding to the living room without saying a word. Besides a small mumbling ‘thank you’. He wasn't a monster, after all. He had manners.
He traces over where you kissed him, still the green behind-the-ears rookie he was back at the station. Even when it came to love. Especially when it came to loving you. You seemed to remember the little things, too.
Game nights are fun. Especially so when you mix "Sex Chocolates" and Go Fish.
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cw: NSFW, FLUFF // aphrodisiacs, kissing, neck kissing, foreplay, vaginal sex, no use of y/n, reader-insert, sex chocolates??? not even finishing a game of go fish smh
a/n: do my author notes boost my aura. be honest guys
p.s. -- if you’re only interested in the smut, you can scroll down until you reach the thin black bar lololol
“Is this elephant blue?” the man beside you questioned, his slimy facemask beginning to lift at the edges that covered his stubble-coated jaw.
Raising a brow, you glanced at the card he was observing, as you began pressing your hand to the wet, papery skincare sheet that rested on his face. The card, indeed, had an image of a baby-blue elephant on it, drawn in a simplified, cutesy manner–not to mention, it was accompanied by an ‘s,’ and the word elephant in all lowercase. You patted his face once more, ensuring the facemask was placed smoothly onto his warm skin, and then answered his question.
“Yeah, it looks pretty blue to me. Why?”
Pressing his lips into a fine line, he shook his head, a loose strand of hair untucking itself from one of the millions of barrettes placed in his hair. They ranged from a million different colors, to a million different decals, to a million different sizes. His favorites, he claimed, were the red chili peppers–because they were, as he claims, “hot and spicy,” like him.
“Have you ever seen a blue elephant?” he asked, his tone sardonic. “I mean, really–what is with this blue elephant propaganda? They’re gray. Or brown–either or.”
Looking over at him, you stifled a laugh and simply smiled. “I didn’t know this was something you were so passionate about, Carlos.”
Chuckling under his breath, he turned to face you, grinning. “Oh yeah, I’m real serious about this stuff. I mean, what are they teaching the children, y’know? That elephants are blue? It’s just not right.”
Rolling your eyes, you slapped his shoulder softly. The card he was holding was part of a children’s Go Fish Alphabet card pack, one which you asked him to pick up on his way home from work–Well, sort of. You hadn’t asked him to get an alphabet set of cards meant for teaching toddlers letters and animals, but cards were cards. You suppose.
“So we’re playing Go Fish tonight?” you asked, switching your sitting position, your legs brushing against the scratchy, beige carpet.
“Not unless you know how to play poker or blackjack with these things,” he said, his tone lighthearted as he began shuffling the deck.
“Ha, ha,” you exclaimed, your voice filled with sarcasm. “What would we bet, anyways? I don’t know how I feel forking up my cash to a guy who uses his money on Go Fish Alphabet cards.”
Whipping his head towards you, he feigned a hurt expression. “How could you say that? These are precious cards my wonderful girlfriend asked me to get. It was money well spent.”
Laughing, you reached over for the flimsy bowl of popcorn, aching for a handful–or two, or three–of the hot, buttery snack. You threw a singular popcorn at Carlos, watching him scramble for it unsuccessfully. It fell to the distant floor, to which, he quickly retrieved it and stuffed it in his mouth anyways.
“Eeeeewwww,” you teased, scrunching your face at him. He only scooted closer to you, using his thick arm to close the distance as he lifted his body that lay sideways.
“Give me a kiss, pretty girl.”
You faked a scream before getting up and attempting to run. He was quicker than you, though, and before you could make it out of your room, he had his arms wrapped tight around your waist, the scent of his skincare sheet wafting from behind. You felt him shift and interlock his fingers, pressing his hands against your stomach, pulling you into him as his head lowered to your neck, pressing kisses to it softly.
You flinched from the drastic temperature change of his facemask meeting your skin, and started to wack his arm with haste. “Cold, cold, cold–” you repeated, sucking air in through your teeth.
He quickly pulled back, removing the skincare sheet and balling it up in his fist, before quickly shooting it toward the trashcan. Surprisingly, he didn’t miss.
You felt him untwine his fingers, his dominant hand rising to his face, only to do a singular swipe from his forehead-down to wipe the moisture off, before wiping it on his pants and returning his hand to where it was originally placed. You quietly murmured to him that it ruins the point if he touches his face after the mask, but when you felt his lips pin against your neck again, you lost all resolve to criticize his boyish actions.
“I got something else for us,” he mumbled, his voice low as well as without much focus on his actual speech; he continued working on your neck, and without a doubt, you felt a growth press against your backside.
Your cheeks felt warm, and it was starting to get difficult to hold your eyes open, his touch feeling like a massage. “Hmm?” you mumbled, feeling him slowly drag a hand from your stomach, to your waist, to his pocket.
He pulled out what sounded like a wrapper, and when he held it out in front of you, you saw that it was a candy labeled ‘Sex Chocolates,’ with bold, red lipstick stain decals over black packaging.
You blinked a couple of times, rereading the name, mostly unsure why the company would straight up name–what you assumed was a brand of herbal aphrodisiac chocolates–quite literally, ‘Sex Chocolates.’ It would be like if a toilet company named themselves, ‘Toilet.’
Just toilet.
You shrugged away the thought upon hearing Carlos speak, which you had no doubt was to clarify just what he was holding. Not that it needed much introduction.
“I was thinking,” he paused, moving his hand to raise your palm and place the candy in it, “we could each have one of these before playing our game. First one who caves, loses.”
Smirking, you began unwrapping the chocolate in your hand.
This was going to be a piece of cake.
It was not a piece of cake.
You were now sitting there, your heart feeling like it was about to burst out from your chest, while Carlos was sitting happily surrounded by the millions of barrettes he removed from his hair, analyzing the few cards left in his hand. “Got a lowercase ‘s,’ for squirrel?”
You shook your head, but to be honest, you didn’t give a single damn any longer about this game or his all-lowercase squirrel. You weren’t sure if those chocolates were really what they advertised or if they were just a placebo, but something was happening to you, that was for sure.
Maybe you had tricked yourself into thinking that they really do work, and as a result, they did–but no matter, because you had already caught yourself eyeing up Carlos like he was meat on a stick, multiple times.
At first, it was his arms that stuck out to you. The way his veins protruded, how his muscles flexed as he messed with his cards. You imagined how every single hair on his arm would feel as you ran your hand up it, and how your palm would follow the curves of his firm forearm, to his thick upper arm, to his broad shoulder.
Next, it was his brows, strangely enough. You liked the way they moved, the way they would crease along with his forehead, how they showed every single emotion or thought that he had–how he had no poker face.
And now, it was his stomach. The way you could see a sliver of it due to his shirt being raised slightly, his untamed happy trail exposed so innocently. How around, only a mere centimeter, the band of his briefs peeked out. And god, not to mention, how you could see a bit of one of his v lines.
Yup. You were done for.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you’re suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by the growing smirk on Carlos’ face. “Having trouble focusing, Pipsqueak? There’s no shame in calling it quits.”
“I’m good,” you stated, despite the horrible urge to squirm into his lap and beg for him to leave his mark over every single spot on your body.
You wanted his tongue everywhere. In your mouth, fighting for dominance; on your breasts, teasing you along with his teeth; on the palm of your hand, trailing to the veins on your wrist; and on your–
“Shit, it’s really getting to ‘ya, isn’t it?”
Your eyes met Carlos’ once again, and you watched as he inched closer to you, his face now mere inches away from yours.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, his voice low and sultry, barely above a whisper. “I’m yours.”
Within seconds, your lips crashed into his. The fact that this meant that you would lose the game was the absolute last thing on your mind right now, while the first thing, was everything you wanted Carlos to do to you–what you wanted to do to him.
As his velvety lips accepted your desperate ones, you pictured the two of you in every and any way imaginable. Missionary, in the bed, with your head trapped between one of his king-sized arms and his domineering head in the crook of your neck, panting with each thrust. On his face, with fistfuls of his black hair between your fingers and your beating clit brushing against the breath from his nose, begging you to cum. Cowgirl, on the floor, with your palms resting on his dense collarbones and his throbbing cock deep within your core.
Just to name a few.
You felt his facial hair rub against your cheeks, before suddenly, Carlos had you pinned by the arms to the floor. He then rose to his knees, hovering over you, looking at you through his bottom lashes with a lustful expression. Taking in a sharp inhale, he tilted his head and smiled smugly.
“I win.”
You simply stared up at him, your breathing quick, unable to contend his statement. You assumed he would gloat a little more, but surprisingly, he ended up helping you up fairly quickly. Once he did, he led you to the nearby bed, pulling you onto his lap–it didn’t take long at all for you to start grinding on one of his thighs, your head buried in between his neck and shoulder. You were so desperate for him, that you felt a little like a pervert as you rubbed yourself off, the musky scent of his skin being the only thing that filled your nostrils.
“Calm down, Girl,” he said, softly placing his arm on your waist, holding you to him. His voice was light, and it sounded like he was genuinely starting to get concerned. “You are okay, right?”
Nodding your head into his shoulder, you let out a whimper as you found your sweet spot, dragging your hips slowly, back and forth atop his leg. In response, Carlos flexed the muscle within his thigh, pressing it up slightly, so that more pressure was provided. This time, you let out a gasp, and reached your hand up to the collar of Carlos’ shirt, gripping it as if you were holding on for dear life.
Fuck, you wanted him so bad.
“Carlos,” you breathed out, “I need you.”
Within an instant, Carlos had you on the bed, flipped on your back, with his knee pressed to your heat. He kept it there, letting you continue massaging yourself on him, as he pulled his shirt over his head with both arms. Mesmerized, you watched as his abs stiffened and relaxed with each move.
Next, he shuffled his pants and briefs down to his mid-thigh, sighing as his hard cock was released from its confines. After he did that, he removed his knee from between your legs, earning a whine from you, before then pulling your shorts and underwear down for you. Once they were completely off, he returned the two of you to your original positions, where he sat on the edge of the bed, and you sat facing toward him on his lap. His hand moved down south, softly caressing the side of your thigh, before eventually pushing between your folds and inserting a finger slowly.
“Woah, you’re soaking,” he exclaimed, shocked by how wet you were already. Instead of gawking at this discovery, he simply inserted a second finger and continued trying to help relax the muscles in your core. It didn’t take much longer for the two of you to feel ready for the next step, to which Carlos slid his slick, thickset fingers out of your core.
You raised your hips as he stroked himself slowly, positioning the head of his cock so that it aligned to the entrance of your heat. And then, you got exactly what you wanted.
He helped you lower yourself down onto him, and with ease, his manhood sunk deep inside you. Surprisingly, he was more vocal than you. With a couple of groans, he threw his head back, one of his hands positioned behind him, while the other held onto you tight. “Fuck, Babygirl, you feel so good.”
You began to move, slowly raising and dropping your hips, taking him in, then out, in, then out, over and over again. As the pattern continued, you deviated by wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. He reciprocated, and the two of you focused on your interlocked lips for a while, until eventually, he pulled back, moving one of his hands to caress your cheek. With hooded eyes, he moved his thumb over your lips, rubbing them gingerly.
“Show me your tongue,” he instructed, leaving his thumb to rest on your bottom lip as you opened your mouth, following what he commanded. “That’s a good girl.”
Carlos moved the tip of his thumb to rest on your tongue, letting you suck on it gently as you continued to ride atop him, his eyes greedily watching you use him how you liked.
You continued like that for a while longer, until soon enough, he moved his wet thumb from your mouth to your clit, and began to rub in constant, circular motions. A warm pit began to grow in your stomach, and within no time, you were tightening around his cock, on the verge of cumming.
“Cum for me pretty girl,” he said, his voice strained as he was beginning to lose himself as well. “I’m not going to last much longer, and–I want you to cum first,” he groaned, having to slow his pace and flex his lower half. He was holding back an orgasm.
Listening to his words, you moved your head to the crook of his neck, and shut your eyes as you focused on his thumb circling your clit. You came quickly, and as you did, Carlos filled your ears with plenty of praises and compliments–for being so good, and for being so patient.
Once you had finished, it was his turn. He let you collect yourself for a minute before leaning back, placing his hands on your hips, and thrusting wildly into you, as if he had lost all of the control he had previously.
“Fucking, god,” he groaned, the bed shaking wildly as he continuously ravaged you. You watched him as he got close, the way his throat strained, the way he panted and cussed, the way his entire face was scrunched. Not long after, you heard him let out a loud whine, his cock twitching and throbbing as his thick cum poured out into you in warm loads.
It took a minute for him to catch his breath and pull out, but when he did, you felt his cum start to slowly drip out of your core, coating all over his cock. He didn’t even seem to notice.
Still trying to catch your breath, you glanced at Carlos, wondering how he was faring. He seemed more exhausted than you despite the chocolate affecting you more, and that resulted in a laugh from you.
Confused, Carlos looked up at you. “What? What’s funny?”
You continued to giggle, laying your head on his chest, and cuddling into his sweat-stricken body.
