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I think I’m gonna be sick🥲

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Older!Leon smut loading…

He shouldn’t have been thinking about you like this.

You were young, hopeful; pure in a way that everyone who hadn’t been touched by the horrors of bioweapons was; too good for him really. Maybe when he was younger, plagued by nightmares yet a little more alive, but now? There shouldn’t even be a question of now.

And still, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the way you could light up his dark thoughts, about how lucky he would be to have someone like you want him, about how soft your hands would feel around his-

“Leon, are you coming?”

Your voice broke him out of his trance, and fuck if your question wasn’t so fitting; he could almost laugh.

“Yeah, right behind you.”

This was going to be a long night…

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Yeeeee, I cannot wait to write more of this! I’ve missed having inspiration, but this new game has definitely started up the Leon inspo🤗as always, I love you all, leave your comments, likes, ideas! I’ll never turn down a Resident Evil/Leon convo💕

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Older!Leon Incoming…pt 2

The more content I see for this game the more I’m foaming at the mouthhhhh😫😫💕💕

Anywhoo, enjoy pt 2, thinking this might become a small fic, this chapter is from your pov😘I wanted to write y/n a little more unhinged, closer to the way we all feel about Leon🤤I apologize this is super small, it will get longer! (Heehee😉)

Enjoy💕

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Hearing the satisfied moan escape Leon as he tasted the coffee you brought him released a rush of dopamine in you. You could feel the slight blush creeping up onto your face and decided it was time you left before your body betrayed you.

"I had them add a shot of vanilla; I figured you could use something sweet." You gave him a wink before you could think better of it and left his office, walking down the hall to your desk.

God he was so cute. At 51, he was one of the older agents working at the DSO, definitely the most experienced. Which is why you pleaded with the higher ups to assign your shifts with Leon’s, insisting he would have more to teach a rookie than anyone else. It was a simple enough ask, rooted in truth incase anyone questioned you, even though deep down you wanted to work with the man for less than decent reasons.

You’d heard stories all about him before coming to the DSO. The things he’d done, been through, survived. The way he finished missions with minimal injury, protecting every innocent he could. How had a man with such a brutal past managed to stay a good man? He’d been through hell, danced with the devil himself, and still kept his soul throughout it all; that alone drew you to him. You couldn’t even imagine it being the same man who just moaned in content over something as small as coffee.

His dangerously good looks didn’t help you either. And the fact he was older than you? Fuck that was icing on the cake. Why you found older men so attractive was a story for another time. Right now you needed to learn how to calm your reactions when you were around the agent, which evidently was going to be a lot.

Would he find you annoying? Having to take a rookie under his wing, on missions, all the while having her crush on him. Would he be flattered? Creeped out?

Would he be into it?

You physically shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts before they signaled to your body that it should send all the heat you had down south, pooling low in your abdomen.

Too late.

You would be so good to him. You could picture his head falling back against the couch cushions, hands gripping the cushions he sat on for dear life as your throat worked to memorize every vein his throbbing cock had. You could picture him, hand between your shoulder blades pushing you down into the comforter on your bed, as his balls slapped against you with each thrust he gave.

You stood in the doorway to your office longer than you had intended, hoping no one took notice of your momentary lapse in judgement; of your perverted fantasies about your coworker. Your higher ranked, could kill you single handed, incredibly sweet coworker.

Ugh, you had it bad.

You sat at your desk, swaying in your swivel chair, and turned on your computer. Head falling into your hands, the guilt of your previous thoughts catching up with you and burning their way up your neck.

Leon is a good man, treat him like a person.

The mantra kept playing over and over in your head. There were very few veteran agents who would take a rookie under their wing, the fact Leon even said yes meant a lot to you.

You could control your urges. You could control your thoughts.

You weren’t going to fuck this up.

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Hi I really enjoy your writing and was wondering if you could write something where the reader gets stood up and Leon is there to comfort her? If not that’s totally okay and I’m looking forward to reading more of your work <3

I'm sorry this took so long🥲but anything for my lovely readers!! We could all use Leon to comfort us from time to time❤️❤️I wasn't sure which Leon you wanted, but I thought RE2 Leon had the most comforting aura😂

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Why you? Why now?

You'd had one of the worst weeks, and just when you thought your luck was changing, it all went to shit again.

Your date stood you up. And not on the first date either, but the second.

What was his problem? More importantly, why were you letting it upset you?

You signaled the bartender to bring your check, not wanting to spend one more minute than you had to in this restaurant.

You were supposed to meet for drinks at 7:00pm and get dinner afterwards. It was 7:45pm and you officially felt foolish. You'd thought maybe he was running late, forgot to call, but by 7:25pm you had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to show. You'd ordered another drink and that brought you to your current situation. Waiting for the check, feeling worse than before and trying your hardest to convince yourself that guy was a dick and it wasn't your fault.

Was it because you didn't put out on the first date? Did he not find you attractive? Were you too talkative?

Whatever the reason, he could have fucking called.

And that was the inner war you were having with yourself. Stuck between feeling bad and feeling like you wanted to throw your glass across the room.

The bartender brought your check; you settled your tab and left him a good tip; it wasn't his fault the world was so cruel to you lately.

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The cab ride back to your apartment was over quicker than you would have liked. You were hoping to have squashed most of these intrusive thoughts by the time you got back home, but alas. You supposed it couldn't be helped, was there really any other way to feel after being stood up?

You were fumbling with your keys more than you would have liked. The bartender must have felt sympathy towards you and poured more than one shot in your last drink, hence the reason you just couldn't get the damn key in the lock.

You heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, a sure sign your neighbor was getting home as well.

"Fun night?" Leon asked as he approached. His cop uniform still on, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hair askew.

The scoff that left your mouth was harsh, and far too loud for how late it was and for the fact you were still in the hallway.

"Hardly, I got stood up."

You could hear Leon's hand on the door handle behind you stop. Even with your backs to each other you could hear it clear as day; what you didn't hear was Leon turn around fully and approach you.

"You wanna talk about it?"

You turned then to face Leon, the look in his eyes making you want to cry. He looked so concerned, pure genuine empathy. Why couldn't you date a man like him?

You would have loved to stay up even later talking to Leon, literally leaning your head on his shoulder, but you could tell he just got off his shift.

"I don't want to bother you.." you trailed off, forcing your eyes to break contact and look back down at the lock you were still fumbling with.

Leon grabbed your hand, guiding the key directly into the lock.

"Please, you aren't a bother. Just let me take a quick shower and I'll be right over, okay?"

You nodded your head; the smile that fell on Leon's lips afterwards making you already start to feel better.

You went inside then, threw your purse on your entry table right next to the door and starting the process of getting these god-awful heels off your feet. You groaned a sigh of relief the second they were gone. Cursing yourself for thinking any man was worth that pain.

Leon would be worth that pain.

Oh my God, Leon! You had somehow already forgotten that he was coming over. You ran to your bedroom, realizing he would be over any minute.

You grabbed some makeup remover and began wiping at your eyes, knowing that if you were going to cry it would be better done with no mascara on. After that, you threw on some comfy pj's and walked out to your living room to turn on the tv.

'Background noise', you thought.

A second later, a knock sounded from your door. A light knock too.

You walked over and looked through the peephole. Sure, enough it was Leon. Blue sweats on, a white t-shirt, and damp hair. You opened the door for him, a small smirk on your face.

"Do you always knock like a baby bird?"

You saw the confusion flash over Leon's face for a second, before immediately morphing into realization.

"I didn't want to be too loud in case you had fallen asleep. What kind of man do you take me for?" Mock hurt gracing his features now.

A good man, unlike...

The quick change in your thoughts reminded you of how you had been stood up tonight and you couldn't help the way your face fell.

Leon came in then, shutting the door behind him and making his way over to your couch. A place he's been so many times before, as you two typically spend time together.

You followed after him, sitting on the right side of your couch and turning so you were facing across from him. Tucking your legs underneath you and grabbing one of your throw pillows to rest on your lap, almost like emotional armor.

Leon waited for you to speak first, ever the gentleman.

You groaned, "there isn't really much to it, we had only gone on a couple of dates, but what kind of person just stands someone up?"

"A shitty one", Leon interjected before letting you continue.

"I wouldn't have even cared you know? It's not like we were deep in love or anything but being stood up...it just...it just feels like you aren't important enough. Like taking the time to tell me it wasn't working would have just been a hassle he didn't need. Why tell me? It's not like I matter right?"

"Y/n...", Leon started, the kindness in his voice squeezing at your heart, "you know that isn't true right?"

You laughed then, a dry small laugh that probably sounded more like cackle. You maneuvered your body, so you were leaning against Leon, your head against his shoulder.

He put his arm around yours and pulled you closer to him. He started rubbing your arm as he spoke.

"I mean, I get what you're saying. It makes sense you would feel like that, hell anyone would after being stood up but you are worth something. You're worth so much."

Leon's kind words had you tearing up and shoving your face deeper into him. You could smell the clean cotton of his t-shirt and a clean pine scent coming from him, probably his body wash. God, he smelled so good, and he felt good too. You were always so comfortable with Leon, he made you feel at home.

"He's a douchebag for standing you up, you deserve so much more than he could give anyway."

Leon wrapped both arms around you now, locking you to him as you let a few of your tears fall onto his shirt. He leaned back slightly, bringing you with him so you could lay all of your weight against him.

"What was his name again? I can write him a ticket." Leon said, deadpan.

You laughed against Leon's chest; your shitty thoughts being replaced by good ones. Leon could always make you laugh, even on your worst days.

"Thanks Leon", you spoke against his chest before turning your head slightly, your ear now against him listening to his heartbeat. "For everything, I appreciate you making me feel better."

The alcohol in your system slightly fogging your mind as you cuddled in closer to Leon. Your eyes starting to feel heavy, a yawn escaping you.

Before you knew it you were out cold. Snuggled close to Leon, the warmth and fresh scent of him lulling you to sleep.

Leon let himself fully relax then, body shifting slightly so he could lay down better. He grabbed your throw from the back of the couch and draped it over the two of you.

"Anytime y/n," Leon whispered, before pulling you in tighter and drifting off himself.

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UGHHHH RE2 Leon might be the cutest thing ever😫😫😫

If you managed to stay with me anon, I hope you liked it! Just know our reader & Leon do get their happy ending☺️☺️❤️❤️

Thank you for the request & thank you so much for reading and all of the love! 😘

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Your neighbor, the fuckboy (preview)

L. S. Kennedy

"He's a sweet boy," Edith had told you, "Very popular with the ladies."

"Nice lad, moves a little too fast for my liking." Seamus had said.

It was a Saturday night by the time you got around to knocking on your neighbor's door. You gave a standard three knocks and waited a second, then a minute, and then five minutes. You were sure he wasn't coming to the door, even though you could hear what sounded like multiple people inside. You were about to turn away when the door flew open, the sight catching you by surprise.

The door opened revealing a man, haircut like he was in a 90s boyband framing his face, toned chest - shirtless you could see, behind the woman who was wrapped around his waist, legs clinging onto him and face buried in his neck. His cheeks were flushed, and he had the proudest smirk on his face, beautifully white teeth too.

"Sorry," he started, although you doubt he really meant it, "were we being too loud?"

The girl giggled then, a high-pitched giggle you thought only pornstars used when they wanted to be dramatic.

"Um n-no," you broke eye contact with him, looking past his face into his apartment, trying to gain some semblance of comfort in this extremely uncomfortable situation, "you're the only person on the floor I haven't met yet, but now is obviously a bad time so-"

You broke off your thoughts and turned around immediately.

You could hear his booming laugh echo down the hall behind you.

"Name's Leon," he barked just as you opened your apartment door and shut it behind you.

The whole interaction left you speechless.

What kind of person would open their front door to a scene like that?

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Oh this is going to lead to so much older!leon smut you don’t even know👅

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Working on a fuckboy!Leon neighbor fic right now and I cannot wait to posttttt, already at over 2k words😫😫❤️❤️Going to try to keep it to one part, so expect a slightly longer one😊

also, tell me why I can't picture any Leon except RE2 Leon for this fic😫

I don't think it would match his personality, but younger Leon would def be the fuckboy

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Hey all, I know I’m late to posting, but we had to put one of our cats down & her passing was super sudden and super tragic and I’m probably not going to post much this week, I loved her so much it’s just so surreal. Thank you for understanding❤️