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“A thousand needles if you lie, drink them well and you shall die” - Yamamoto Kansuke
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you… ㅠㅡㅠ
still sleepy, clingy leon
summary : doing your makeup while sitting on leon's lap
notes : really self indulgent tbh
credits to the owner of the divider!
leon was feeling incredibly clingy today and you'd love to indulge him at his antics but sadly, you have work.
as soon as you woke up earlier, leon was trying to get you back to bed while mumbling incoherently and making some grabby hands at you. your boyfriend is so cute to be honest, but you cant miss work today cause you have an important meeting with some heads so with a kiss on his forehead, you immediately went to get ready and made some quick breakfast.
you ate and drank your coffee at the kitchen alone, thinking that leon will probably wake up later but after finishing up, you decided that you'll bring some cup of coffee for him if he wants to spend his morning in the bedroom.
"why are you awake already?". you asked in confusion when you finally went back in your room with a steaming mug of coffee to do your make up and you saw leon getting out of the bathroom.
"cant sleep without you". he grumbled as he scratches his tummy while walking towards you.
you just shook your head in amusement at him while you went to your closet to finally change into some work clothes. just a simple black pencil skirt, paired with some brown silky long sleeve top. then after adjusting everything, you went to your vanity but you found leon sitting on your plush chair.
"baby, go back to sleep". you softly said as you ran a hand through his hair. you know he's still tired considering he actually just got back from a long week mission yesterday night.
a week of being away from each other, only texts and phone calls are keeping you both sane.
leon hummed against your touch before he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you gently on to his lap. he squeezed you tight causing you to smile and give him a kiss on his head again.
guess youre doing your make up on his lap today.
with that, both of you just let the silence fill the room while you started putting on your makeup and he's just feeling you up and observing you. from time to time, he takes the mug of warm coffee from the table that you brought with you earlier and takes a sip.
the warmth of the coffee and your weight on him makes him sigh in delight, he missed this. it was only a week but he missed this.
"whats that?". he mumbled as he watched you put something thin on your eyelids.
"eyeliner, its a new brand too". you told him as you finished up putting it before closing your eyes and turned your head towards him. "blow, please".
obediently, he carefully blows on your eyes to make the eyeliner dry. he did it for a few more seconds while his thumb on your thigh caressed the skin.
so soft and warm.
you smiled at him when you finally opened your eyes and leon swore he fell in love again. he watched you put down the eyeliner down on the table and you took another small pink bottle with a circle top on it. you opened it gingerly and tapped the applicator lightly on your hand before closing it back up.
leon kissed your shoulder as you spread the blush on your hand with a finger before patting it on your cheeks and blending it while looking through the mirror infront of you. when you blended everything, you figured its time to put some powder on your face before layering it with a powder blush soon.
"looks so beautiful". he hummed as he watches you through the mirror. he loves the way your blush highlights your apple cheeks.
he watched you put more stuffs on your cheeks and dusting it with some small dab of highlighter. you smiled at him through the mirror before your hands rummaged through your pouch of lippies.
"should i put some lip liner on today?". you asked as you glanced down at the pouch and eyed the different colors.
"sure, hun". he honestly dont know whats a lip liner but he's sure its going to go on your lips, your kissable lips.
you beamed and you took a neutral color one before you leaned more forward towards the mirror with leon holding your hips tightly to not let you fall. you spread the liner with a finger along the bows and ends of your lips after putting it on then you picked a lip gloss.
"wanna kiss you". leon said as he watched you glide the lip gloss on your lips before smacking it together.
you laughed softly at him as you closed the product before you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes but the love in it is so present that you cant help but blush a little.
your hand found the hairs on his nape and you played with it softly as you gazed upon his soft eyes too. sleepy and clingy leon is such a sight for you. he's just so cute and lovely.
"pick me up later?". you asked softly.
"of course, hun". he gave you a sleepy smile and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. "i missed you so much".
"i missed you more, baby". you whispered before pressing your glossy lips on his causing him to hum.
Iced Bridge
From this prompt.
Warning; not proof read, we die like MC. Slight crack,
There’s a woman in his bed.
Zayne just came back from a quick grocery run for his small apartment. When he started putting things away was when he strained his ears and heard light breathing from his bedroom.
He was expecting maybe an animal sneaked in, a cat maybe, or a possum, or a big rat… god he hope it was a cat.
What greeted him was not a cat, (disappointed) but a human. A human woman at that.
In his bed.
Zayne blinked a couple of times as he stared at your sleeping state. Your hair was sticking out from every angle, and drool was leaking from your mouth… and onto your pillow.
Well… HIS pillow.
Zayne moves closer and reaches out to wake you up, but freezes in place when he sees you stir in your sleep. He holds his breath as he watches you stuff your face in your (his) pillow and deeply inhales, before letting out a content sigh. The ravened hair male sucks in a breath as he finally places his hand on your shoulder and begins to firmly shake you.
“Hey, wake up.”
but when i touch her i feel like i’m cheating on you.
fluff
oikawa tōru who fell for you at first sight then fell even harder when you told him, “you’re really charming, it’s getting in my nerves.” it’s like his eyes had a built-in tracker just for you starting at that point.
oikawa tōru who got approached by his fan girls after he fell in love with you and immediately told them that he now has a wife, she just didn’t know that she’s married to him, but does it matter?
oikawa tōru who’s been crushing on you ‘til the end of time refuses to talk to girls, even his fan girls since he thinks that he’ll be cheating on you if he talks to them about anything more than stuff about school.
oikawa tōru who’s—if asked about you—will go on an endless monologue about every nook and cranny of your personality, sure he loves your looks, but he can’t all be superficial right? everything is for his beloved y/n-chan.
oikawa tōru who’ll look at you with hearts in his eyes no matter what you do. you’re being loud? amazing! you’re being mean? oh how he loves you. you failed a class? you did your best, you’ll always be his smart y/n! you passed your exams? time to celebrate! you have a stain on your face? you look perfect even when you’re messy, it’s unfair for his heart!
oikawa tōru who’ll shamelessly express his love for you, unless you seriously tell him to stop. he knows how to read you like a book so he knows when you’re being serious and when you aren’t, even if you don’t show it.
oikawa tōru who has a list of every favorite you have. favorite movie? check. favorite foods and drinks? double check. favorite person? quintuple check, quintuple because that’s how many syllables his name has!
oikawa tōru who tracks your off days. he knows when to tease, when to be serious, when to listen, and when to speak his mind about your problems.
oikawa tōru who’ll never push you into liking him back or reciprocating his feelings quickly, and urges you to not be pressured by his love. he’d rather admire you from afar—albeit violently sobbing—than make you comfortable with his feelings.
oikawa tōru who still waves to his fan girls but barely talks to them as he sincerely believes he doesn’t have to talk to any girl unless it’s you, or unless he has to talk to them about group projects, thought it never goes farther than that.
oikawa tōru who’s aware that what he’s doing can reflect horribly on you as people might assume you’re telling him to do it, so he announces it on the PA system.
“ahem—is this thing on? hello everyone who looks like wilted grass, and hello to my beloved y/n-chan! i’ve heard rumors talking about my y/n-chan controlling my actions which is definitely NOT true. i do this out of my sheer devotion for her. she’s my wife and i’d like for her to feel secure—” iwaizumi interrupts, “she’s not your wife—”
“she’s my wife at heart, iwa-chan! ow!” cue to one huge smack!
“didn’t feel that one bit, y/n-chan. i just did that so iwa-chan sounds strong. but if you wanna kiss my forehead then i don’t see why not— okay, reverting back to my topic. if anyone talks bad about my wife, i’m gonna spike a volleyball on your foot and make sure it’ll turn into mush.”
huge silence.
“okay, bye! see you in a minute, y/n-chan!” is all you hear before a huge blanket of a boy drapes himself over you.
oikawa tōru who looks nervous as you stare him down in the courtyard after his announcement. “okay, in my defense, i did it all for love.. i didn’t want anyone thinking that you’re controlling me—in which, you definitely could, just say the word—i don’t want anyone viewing you in a bad light because of me. even if.. even if you don’t like me back, i’m happy that you give me an ounce of your attention. i just— i just can’t stop loving you.” his voice falters slightly, shoulders slumping, his lower lip quivering just a bit. “i can’t get you out of my head. i don’t want you to get out of my head, please don’t push me away. just let me stay beside you even if you don’t share the same thing i feel. i don’t want a life without your presence in it.”
oikawa tōru who wraps his arms around you and sobs as you finally break, telling him you like him back, and that he’s stupid for even thinking otherwise.
oikawa tōru who’s over the moon while walking you home, gently rubbing circles on the back of your hand. “i can’t believe you like me back, y/n-chan. i thought you were just tolerating me.”
“at times.”
“WHAT?”
“i said i love you.”
oikawa tōru who goes back to sobbing at that, hugging you tight outside your house. “i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he murmurs.
oikawa tōru who—after a few minutes—finally lets go of you to go back to his house, but not before pecking your lips. he runs away, giggling like a school girl.
oikawa tōru who’s actually also your neighbor, so you hear him fan girling about you to his mother who squeals with him.
oikawa tōru who never lets go of you and his dream, which is now also you. he drags you to argentina with him, he saved up so he could take both of you. he begged your parents to get their permission until they agree (they weren’t planning to decline anyway).
oikawa tōru who still shamelessly talks about you on media, he has your name on a sweatband. he’s known as “tōru the loverboy” because that’s what he’ll always be, just for you.
a/n: i’ll be busy this week right until friday or when my presentation finishes :(
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iloveu
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He must work out regularly.
On a weekend morning, he’s already back from his run. It was just a light jog, but still, a thin sheen of sweat covers him. Strands of his fringe cling to his pale forehead, and sweat drips along his jawline. Disheveled, but with a certain raw beauty.
The exhilaration of the run hasn’t faded, but something softer is already rising in his chest—the desire to see you. To see his girlfriend, still buried under the covers, hibernating like a little bear.
He wants to go straight into your bedroom, climb onto the bed, and wrap his arms around you from behind. He wants to press his face into the crook of your neck, breathe in the warm, just-woken-up scent of you, kiss your shoulder, trail kisses up to your neck, “accidentally” wake you, and watch you blink your hazy eyes open at him.
But he can’t come near you smelling like sweat. He knows you like things clean.
So he steps into the shower and uses the body wash you picked out so carefully—the one you share. Thanks to that, you both end up smelling the same every day.
After his shower, he puts on his pajamas and walks quietly to the bed. He kneels on the edge with one knee and leans down close to you.
So close he can hear the soft, steady rhythm of your breathing. So close he can see the shadow of your lashes in the morning light. So close he can catch the faint, sweet scent that’s uniquely yours.
He lowers his head and presses his lips gently to your forehead.
So light. Like a feather brushing by.
You don’t react at all. Still fast asleep.
Leon’s lips twitch, barely perceptibly. He moves lower, this time kissing the tip of your nose.
Your nose wrinkles slightly, like a small animal bothered by a tiny bug.
He finds it amusing. He goes lower still, aiming for your lips this time.
But just as his lips are about to meet yours, you suddenly stir. You turn your head slightly, avoiding his kiss, and let out a sleepy, grumbling protest: “Mmm… stop it…”
Your voice is soft and thick with sleep.
He pauses. He watches you burrow your face deeper into the pillow, curling into yourself until only the back of your head is visible. Your fingers instinctively clutch the edge of the duvet, as if fending off some disturbance in a dream.
He waits a few seconds, then leans in again—this time gently brushing the hair from your cheek so your face is fully visible. Your brows are faintly knitted, as if you’ve run into trouble in your dream.
He lowers his head and kisses your cheek.
Your skin is warm from sleep, soft. He can’t help but linger for a moment.
“Mmm…” You make a sound again, this time with a hint of resistance. Your eyes stay closed, but your pupils are moving rapidly beneath your lids, as if you’re dreaming. Your hand emerges from under the covers and waves vaguely, like you’re trying to shoo away something annoying.
He watches your hand—slender fingers, neatly trimmed nails—and gently takes it in his.
Your hand looks tiny in his palm, warm and soft. He lowers his head and kisses your fingertips.
This finally seems to disturb your sleep.
Your lashes flutter a few times, then slowly lift. Your eyes are hazy in the morning light, pupils not yet fully focused. You stare blankly at him, so close, as if still trying to figure out if this is a dream or reality.
“…Leon?” you whisper, your voice hoarse and drowsy.
“Yeah,” he replies, still holding your hand.
You blink. You finally wake up a little more. You sniff, then your brow relaxes, and the corners of your mouth lift unconsciously: “…You smell good.”
It’s the scent of his body wash.
He doesn’t answer. He just lowers his head, and this time, finally, he kisses your lips—just a soft brush, like tasting morning dew. A kiss still thick with sleep. He feels how soft your lips are, a little dry. You tilt your face up to meet him, slow, light, as if kissing in a dream.
After a while, you start to stir gently, a kind of unconscious, cat-like squirm. You try to end the kiss, push him away, but you can’t quite bring yourself to. So it turns into a playful mix of give and take. Only when he’s satisfied does he reluctantly pull back. When the kiss ends, your eyes have drifted shut again, as if you’re ready to go back to sleep.
“What time is it…” you mumble, rubbing your face against his palm.
“Still early,” he says softly.
“Mmm…” you hum vaguely, shrinking further under the covers. But your hand still holds his, not letting go.
“Go back to sleep.” He kisses your forehead again. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
You open your eyes and look at him. There’s sleep in them, and something soft, something trusting. Then you let go of his hand, turn over so your back faces him, and curl up again.
He lies down behind you, gently wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you into his chest.
You let out a contented sigh, as if you’ve finally found the most comfortable spot. Your back presses against his chest, your hips against his stomach.
He buries his face in the nape of your neck and breathes in deeply—rose, the warmth of the sheets, the laziness of sleep, and the scent of your skin.
He closes his eyes.
✧.* 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒!𝓁𝑒𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 ✧.*
Fluff
some angst
giving bby Leon lots of love
It had been a rough week for Leon. Your best friend and the man you were hopelessly in love with. You knew he didn't love you back. I mean, how could he? You were just... you. Be he, well he was Leon S. Kennedy.
All this being the reason that you were sat at your kitchen counter with a plethora of flowers from trader joe's, thinking of as many ways to arrange them as you could.
It's no secret that men never received flowers. True, you weren't dating or anything, but he'd appreciate it all the same. Hopefully. He's a tender guy, wearing his heart on his sleeve. He gets teased for it sometimes. But it's one of your favorite things about him.
You hold up the bundle of baby's breath and envision it encasing the rest of the flowers. Bluebells, light purple snapdragons, and blue hydrangeas. You longed to put red roses in it, the flower of love, but stopped yourself from going that far.
He might be able to wear his heart on his sleeve, but you couldn't. You can't because you know if you do, it'll get broken. So you keep it deep within you and let it bleed there, where the only person who can hurt it is yourself.
Tying it with twine and wrapping it in butchers paper, you put it in your passengers seat and debate on whether you should buckle it in.
Better safe than sorry.
You drive to Leon's apartment on autopilot, having done so a million times within the past year and a half.
You walk up the stairs and shakily knock on his door. You didn't think you'd be nervous, its just some flowers, but you're surprising yourself by the minute. You wait impatiently until you hear the door unlock and creak open. A groggy Leon opens the door.
He's wearing a size-too-small tank top and sweatpants. Your cheeks redden and you feel like an idiot. You hold the flowers behind your back, no doubt a sprig of bluebells giving the whole operation away. Oh well.
"Y/N?" He rubs his eyes childishly.
You grin, "Hey... heard you were having a rough day, so I brought you something!"
Though tired, he smirks, "Oh yeah?"
The flowers bob around as you present them from behind your back, "Um, here. Flowers..." You smile and blush, voice trying and failing to steady. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks its silly, or girly?
He opens his eyes a little wider and smiles big and toothy, "Flowers? For me?" He makes grabby hands and takes them from you. He looks down at them in wonder and takes an experimental sniff.
"Well, there's no one else here."
He laugh and absentmindedly takes hold of your forearm, pulling you into his house. Anticipating his wants, you close the door behind you and take your shoes off.
"This is... very nice of you. I've, er, never been given flowers before."
"I figured," You shrugged, "I hope you're not mad I gave them to you first, instead of a girlfriend or something." You hug your arm and look to the side bashfully, full of jealousy for a person that doesn't even exist yet. But you're sure she will, soon. And then you'll have to slip quietly out of his life.
The very thought makes your chest constrict but you pull yourself back to the moment. He looks back up, eyes meeting yours, "Of course not. I'm happy it's you. And probably only you."
You blush but wave your hand around dismissively, "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure she'll give you flowers, too."
He smirks and sets the flowers down on his counter gently, "I'm sure she will. It'll still be you giving me flowers."
You furrow yours brows, carrying the one, brain short circuiting, "Huh?"
He pads over to you, still without much energy after a trying day. He takes hold of your upper arms. He rubs your exposed skin with his thumbs, "I want my girlfriend to give me flowers. I want the love of my life to give me flowers. I want you to give me flowers."
"D-Don't you think she'd be, um, jealous?" You lean away, confused.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes a little. You loved it when he got sassy, but right now it just annoyed you. "Doubtful. Don't you get it? I want you to be my girlfriend. And... I don't think I'm crazy to assume you want to be mine."
Your eyebrows raise in understanding, "Ohh! I get it now." Then reality hits, "Wait, really? Really really? You're not kidding?"
He sighs and looks down, not quite sure how to deal with you. He shakes his head and leans forward slowly, unsure of himself. "Can- Can I kiss you?" His voice cracks on the K word.
You can't put words together but you can nod your head, so you do. He swallows nervously but takes the leap and presses his lips to yours. His lips are a little chapped. You make a mental note to remind him to use the chapstick you bought him.
Shy as he was, he pushes against you deeper, arms encircling you. You sigh against him. This is heaven. Whoever your fairy godmother is needs a raise ASAP. He leans back in, opening his mouth and silently urging you to do the same.
When your tongues meet you find that he tastes like the coffee at the station. Not the best quality, but somehow the best cup you'll ever have. You drink him in and he's eager to return the favor. The flowers are but a thought in the back of your mind.
Tonight you'll make him pasta and put the flowers in the empty sauce jar. Then you'll watch a movie and pay zero attention to it. He'll slowly put his arm around you, testing the waters. You'll hold his hand and experimentally touch his thigh.
Before you know it you'll be cuddled in his lap, kissing with cloudy minds and full hearts.
But for now, you're sharing your first kisses in his kitchen, and life is temporarily perfect.
☁︎⋅ more texts with bf!leon
[SUM] — texting your boyfriend leon
[CHARS] — leon kennedy
[TAGS] — fluff, established relationship, rookie!leon, semi-crack
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summary : You work in the RPD library. Leon Kennedy keeps finding excuses to come see you. What starts with coffee deliveries, terrible jokes on post-it notes, and walks to your car after work slowly turns into something neither of you can deny. When he finally asks you to dinner, one sweet night at his apartment turns into your first kiss, your first time, and the kind of tenderness you never thought love could feel like.
warnings: re2r!leonx femreader, no use of yn, fluff, smut, mdni!!!, first time, established relationship, loss of virginity, established relationship, soft smut, praise, consent checks, reassurance, gentle Leon, awkward sweetness, oral sex (m receiving), protected sex, aftercare, cuddling, nervous reader, wholesome intimacy, domestic vibes, reader insecurity comforted, romantic tension payoff, english is not the authors first language.
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autor's note: this was inspired by an anonymous request sent to me on tumblr 🤍 thank you so much for trusting me with it. i’d love to keep doing more requests like this, so please feel free to send them in whenever you want. i really enjoy writing your ideas.
Leon and you had started dating only a few weeks ago.
You met at work. He was a police officer at the RPD, and you were a librarian there, though it was only a second job while you studied English Literature. Your real dream had always been to become a writer, so working at the library never bothered you at all.
You met Leon when he once needed you to pull some files for him so he could finish a report on a case they were about to archive. You had only just started working there, and he had only been a police officer for a few months himself.
“Excuse me…” Leon said quietly while you had your back turned, shelving books in the library.
He startled you badly. Hardly anyone ever came through the library, and when you noticed someone behind you, you couldn’t help letting out a sharp little scream.
“I’m so sorry,” Leon said, laughing softly at your reaction. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
When he saw you for the first time, he couldn’t help blushing. To him, you were deeply beautiful, like someone pulled straight out of a fairy tale. Your hair was tied up, your glasses perched on your nose as you organized books when he approached you from behind.
“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. I’m just not used to many people coming in here,” you said, blushing yourself, a shy but sweet smile on your lips.
Sometimes, because there weren’t enough non-police staff at the station, they would ask you to cover the front desk. And Leon just so happened to always pass by there to see you, even when it was terribly out of the way from where he actually needed to be.
Little by little, you became closer. Leon would bring you coffee whenever he could, and if you weren’t in the library at the time, he’d leave you a post-it with some corny joke.
"Can February march? IDK but April may :D"
When you saw it, you couldn’t help laughing to yourself. Leon, watching you from the doorway without you noticing, smiled like a triumphant little boy. Without realizing it, he was falling for you.
Before either of you noticed, you were always looking for each other whenever you could. He would wait by the doors of the RPD, even if he got off earlier, just to walk you to your car after your shift ended.
At first they were short walks. Awkward conversations about anything at all: traffic in Raccoon City, some strange coworker at the station, the books you were reading for class, or the terrible movies Leon insisted on defending.
Then, without either of you knowing exactly when, it became routine.
You started saving part of your break just in case he came by the library. And when he didn’t, you noticed it far too much.
Until one afternoon, while he was walking you to your car like always, Leon stopped in front of the driver’s door, hands in his pockets, wearing an oddly serious expression.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“Tell me.”
He glanced down for a second and let out a nervous little laugh.
“Would you like to be my girlfriend? I know it’s not the most impressive way to ask, but… I really like you. And I’d rather stop calling you ‘the girl I’m seeing’ whenever I think about you.”
You laughed, touched.
“Is that what you call me?”
“No. Usually I say things that are way more embarrassing.”
You didn’t even let him finish. You stepped forward and hugged him tightly.
“Yes, Leon. Of course.”
You felt him relax in your arms, exhaling like he’d been holding his breath for days.
Still, as your relationship moved forward, there was something that kept circling in your mind more than you wanted to admit.
Leon had never pressured you about anything. He hadn’t even tried to kiss you yet, aside from the occasional distracted brush to your forehead or hand that made your heart race. He was patient to ridiculous extremes, as if he knew instinctively that you moved at your own pace.
And that was exactly why you felt worse, because the truth was you had never kissed anyone before. Not because you’d lacked opportunities, but because you’d never wanted to enough. No one had ever made you want to share something like that… until him.
And now that you did want to, you were terrified of not knowing how, terrified of disappointing him.
One day, he came into the library with a sweet smile and a hint of embarrassment.
“Hey…” he said, scratching the back of his neck as he leaned on the counter, pretending to look at some forms. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”
You looked at him over your glasses, convinced you’d heard wrong.
“Dinner… with me?”
Leon smiled nervously.
“Yes. With you. Unless you already have plans. Or don’t want to. Or think I’m weird. Which is also possible.”
You couldn’t help laughing.
“I’d love to.”
The smile that spread across his face was so beautiful it stayed with you the rest of the day.
The date was set for Saturday night.
That Saturday, you took longer than usual getting ready. You chose a pretty strapless dress, simple but flattering. You wore your hair down and put on just enough makeup.
When Leon opened the door, you understood immediately that he had done exactly the same.
He wore dark jeans and a gray t-shirt that showed off his shoulders without seeming like it meant to. His hair was still damp, falling slightly over his forehead, as if he’d stepped out of the shower only minutes earlier, and he smelled so good that your first coherent thought was that it was deeply unfair. Clean, warm, masculine, with a soft cologne that made you want to stand a little too close.
But it was him who froze when he saw you. For one full second he said nothing, only looked you up and down with an expression somewhere between surprised and completely captivated.
“Hi… wow.”
You couldn’t help smiling.
“Sorry, I had something better planned, but then I saw you and forgot all of it.”
He stepped aside to let you in, still slightly dazed, and as you entered you saw a bouquet of flowers carefully arranged in a vase on a small table near the door. Pale, delicate flowers, chosen with care.
“Leon…”
He scratched the back of his neck again, suddenly shy.
“They’re for you. I hope you like them.”
You stepped closer, brushing one of the petals with your fingertips.
“They’re beautiful.”
“I wasn’t sure which ones to get. I spent way too long staring at flowers.”
You turned toward him.
“They’re perfect. Thank you so much.”
Without thinking too much about it, you rose onto your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Leon stood completely still for a few seconds.
“Okay,” he murmured. “This night just got a lot better.”
His apartment was cozy. Warmer than you expected. There were books stacked unevenly on a shelf, a blanket folded over the couch, and soft music playing quietly from the kitchen. Everything smelled delicious: garlic, tomato, warm bread, herbs.
The kitchen was already set up. Ingredients laid out on the counter, a cutting board, fresh pasta, vegetables, an open bottle of wine.
“I was going to cook to impress you,” he admitted, looking adorably shy. “But then I remembered I don’t actually know how to make that many things. So… I need help.”
You ended up cooking together, standing side by side in a kitchen far too small for two people and, because of that, somehow perfect. You chopped vegetables while he stirred the sauce with almost exaggerated concentration. Every time he needed something behind you, he’d place a hand lightly at your waist and move you just a few inches, always slow, always asking permission with his eyes even when he said nothing.
You talked for hours while you cooked. About your classes, the books you wanted to write someday, how Leon had wanted to be a police officer since he was a kid, terrible movies you both secretly loved, places you’d like to travel to even though neither of you had the time.
Leon tasted the sauce with a spoon and held it out for you to try. When you opened your mouth, his gaze lingered on your lips a little longer than necessary.
You froze when you noticed. He smiled at the expression on your face, so you bumped your hip lightly against his. He just laughed.
Dinner turned out surprisingly well. You ate at the small table in the living room, with two candles placed there that he had very clearly tried to straighten several times. Every time you looked up, he was already looking at you.
“Is something wrong, Leon?” you asked eventually.
“N-no, nothing.” He looked away quickly.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
Leon leaned forward on his elbows.
“I’m just thinking that I like you a lot.”
The honesty of it, said so naturally, left you speechless for a moment. Then you smiled at him.
“I like you a lot too.”
The way he smiled then would have been enough to make you remember the whole night forever.
Afterward, you cleaned up together between silly jokes and soft little shoves until the kitchen was more or less decent again. Leon insisted on finishing the last few things while you carried the glasses into the living room, so you ended up sitting on one end of the couch, smoothing the fabric of your dress and trying to make your heart stop racing.
The living room was lit only by the lamp in the corner and the candles still burning on the table. The music was still playing softly in the background. Everything had that strange calm that makes even the smallest detail feel important.
Leon appeared a moment later with two glasses of water in his hands.
“I figured after the wine, this was the responsible choice.”
“How mature of you.”
“I have my moments.”
He handed you one and sat beside you—not too close, though not as far as he might have at the start of the night. The couch dipped slightly under his weight, and the smell of his cologne wrapped around you again immediately. You tried not to think too hard about it.
For a while, you talked about anything. A terrible movie showing at the theater that week, a coworker of his who couldn’t figure out how to use the station copier, a book you were reading for class that he swore he’d try to understand someday, though he promised nothing. But the conversation slowly began to fade—not awkwardly, just because both of you seemed distracted by something else.
Leon traced the rim of his glass with his fingers. You watched him doing it more than necessary. Every time you looked up, he was already watching you.
Finally, he smiled to one side.
“You know you do that a lot?”
“Do what?”
“Look at me and then pretend you weren’t.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks.
“I don’t pretend that badly.”
“Terribly, actually.”
You nudged him with your shoulder and he laughed softly. Then a short, comfortable silence settled between you, and when you looked back at him, he seemed much more serious.
“You’ve been nervous all night,” he said quietly, with no intention of making you uncomfortable.
You shifted in your seat.
“That’s not true,” you lied, unable to meet his eyes. It took you a second to find the words. “It’s just… I don’t know how to do this stuff.”
“What stuff?” he asked gently.
“This. Dates. Being like this with someone.”
You only looked at him for a second before glancing away again.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before, Leon,” you admitted, bracing yourself for the worst reaction possible.
You got the opposite. His whole expression softened instantly.
“That’s it?” he asked, sounding relieved.
You blinked at him.
“You thought it was something worse?”
“I thought you were about to tell me something terrible.”
You couldn’t help laughing a little, still embarrassed.
“It feels terrible to me.”
Leon set his glass down on the coffee table and turned fully toward you.
“Look at me.”
You did.
“There is nothing wrong with that,” he said, voice warm and steady. “You’re not behind on anything. You don’t have to know anything before being with me. You don’t owe me experience, or confidence, or some version of yourself you think would impress me.”
Something in your chest loosened at his words.
“I just like you.”
You stared at him, not knowing what to say. Leon hesitated for a moment, then reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his blue eyes holding yours so softly it almost hurt.
“And I’d really like to kiss you,” he said quietly. “But only if you want that too.”
Your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. You nodded slowly.
A small smile touched his mouth—the kind that felt reserved for important moments.
Then he moved closer, very slowly, giving you all the time in the world to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t.
When his lips brushed yours, it was gentle. Almost shy. A short kiss at first, soft as a question.
He pulled back only an inch, searching your face. When he saw your smile, he leaned in again.
This one lasted longer. His lips were warm, one hand resting beside your knee without touching you yet, as if even now he wanted to be careful.
You found yourself leaning toward him on instinct, closing the distance until you were nearer to him than you had been all night.
The next kiss wasn’t as timid. Still soft, still slow, but something between you had changed the second you moved closer.
The space between you disappeared completely when he placed a careful hand at your waist and drew you onto his lap.
Your hands, which hadn’t known where to go all evening, finally settled on his shoulders. You felt them tense beneath the fabric of his shirt when you touched him, and the way he smiled against your mouth nearly undid you.
The kisses began to blur together after that. Brief at first, then slower, deeper, learning each other as you went. Every time you parted, it was only to breathe or to look at one another for a second with that same stunned, eager expression before starting again.
“You’re doing really well,” he whispered at one point, brushing his nose lightly against yours with a teasing smile.
“Shut up,” you muttered, flushed.
He laughed softly.
“I’m just telling the truth.”
You kissed him again just to silence him, much more confident this time, and felt his hand at your waist tighten slightly. His other hand slid slowly up your arm until it reached your cheek, thumb brushing your skin as he tilted his head to kiss you better.
Everything was still slow—but no longer shy. The music kept playing in the background, forgotten. The candles burned lower on the table.
At some point, you ended up pressed closer to his side, nearly against his chest, and Leon slipped an arm around you as he kissed you again. You could feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, not quite as calm as it had been earlier.
When his lips left yours, they only traveled to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, lingering for a moment at your jaw as if checking you were still comfortable.
You turned your face to find him again. The smile that crossed his face was so beautiful it almost felt unfair to look at for too long.
He kissed you before you could say anything, and this time you fisted your hand lightly in his shirt just to pull him closer.
His thumbs absentmindedly caressed your sides over the fabric of your dress as you adjusted yourself, seated on top of his thighs. Leon let out a small groan at the movement, but his hands quickly settled on your hips, holding you with firmness and care at the same time. Heat rushed to your cheeks.
“Sorry…” you murmured automatically.
His lips moved down to your jaw, then to the side of your neck, leaving slow kisses that seemed designed to undo you piece by piece. Your fingers found their way into his still slightly damp hair, and when he felt you tug at it just a little, Leon closed his eyes for a second.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against your skin.
A nervous laugh slipped out of you. Then he looked at you again, this time with something more serious in his eyes.
“Hey,” Leon said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “If at any point you want to stop, we stop. If you want to go slow, we go slow. If you’d rather I just keep kissing you tonight until we can’t breathe… that sounds like an incredible plan too.”
Your chest tightened with pure affection. You looked down for a second before meeting his eyes again.
“I’m nervous,” you confessed, breaking eye contact for a moment. “But I don’t want to stop.”
Something in his expression softened even more.
“Then come here.”
He pulled you toward him with a calmness that contrasted with the way he was breathing. Then he laid you back against the couch, hovering above you. First he kissed you with the same passion as before—slowly, but with a little more urgency now—one hand resting at your waist.
Then he moved to your neck, pressing small pecks along your jaw first. Your skin was warm, flushed beneath every kiss Leon gave you. Soon, his kisses deepened against your neck, his tongue joining in, the taste of him mixing with your perfume and your skin.
You felt yourself growing wetter between your thighs at the excitement of it all. Then his hands slowly began to travel up your legs, beneath the fabric of your dress, silently asking permission to continue. You gave it without thinking twice.
Without ever stopping his kisses, Leon’s hands explored your thighs, reaching your ass and squeezing it, drawing a moan from both of you—you from pleasure, and Leon because…
Leon was a gentleman through and through. He had always respected you and had never crossed a single line since the day you met. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have his… fantasies. Quietly, from time to time, he’d look at your ass, at the way your pants hugged the peachy shape of it. Or at your chest, imagining what was hidden beneath all those layers. Still, he would always feel guilty afterward, because he truly valued you and never saw you as some one-night stand.
Leon traced the seam of your panties until he reached your pussy, but he didn’t touch it until you gave him verbal permission.
“D-do it…” you whispered, flustered.
It didn’t take long for his hand to glide over your folds, already slick with arousal, until he reached your clit, swollen and sensitive.
He began making slow circles over it, searching for the rhythm you liked most. It didn’t take him long to find it, drawing soft moans from you at his touch. Leon couldn’t help letting out a low grunt of his own.
Then he moved to your entrance, circling it again while waiting for your approval. You nodded eagerly. Slowly, he slipped one finger inside you. At first it hurt quite a bit—you had never done anything like this before, after all. At your little sounds of discomfort, Leon kissed you tenderly, making you feel safe.
After some time, once you adjusted to the feeling of his finger inside you, he added a second. His pace quickened, reaching deeper, finding that spongy spot inside you that made you writhe with pleasure.
Leon couldn’t keep his mouth off yours, kissing you with hunger and tenderness every chance he got.
You decided to take the initiative then and motioned for him to pull his fingers out. Confused, he obeyed immediately, sitting back on the couch. Then you dropped to your knees in front of him and began undoing his belt.
“Hey… you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said, though inside he was desperately hoping you would.
You shot him a playful look and a smile full of mischief before continuing, tugging his pants down. Beneath them were black boxers, his cock straining visibly against the fabric, hard as stone.
You didn’t hesitate long before pulling them down too, freeing his dick—big, and above all, thick. The moment it sprang free, a groan slipped from Leon’s lips.
You had never done this before, but you decided not to overthink it and got right to work. First, you licked the tip, collecting the bead of precum there and drawing a choked sound from him.
Slowly, you began taking his cock into your mouth, little by little, licking along the length of it and making sure to go deeper each time, picking up the pace more and more.
Leon felt like he was dreaming: the girl he had fallen for was sucking his cock, and despite you being a virgin, he had never had a blowjob like this in his life.
And the sight was just as satisfying for you: Leon spread out on the couch, his shirt half-ridden up to reveal his V-line and the hint of his abs, moaning from the pleasure you were giving him.
You kept going for a while, saliva everywhere—your lips, his cock, his balls. Then Leon started to feel the tension tightening in his stomach, heat building inside his cock, telling him he was close. So he asked you to stop; he didn’t want to finish so quickly during your first time together—your first time.
That was when he asked you again.
“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want you doing anything just to please me,” Leon said, helping you back up onto the couch beside him.
“Leon…” you said, looking into his eyes with a mix of innocence and desire. “There’s nothing I want more than this.”
Leon kissed you again, but this time with more tenderness, lifting your dress as he did so and revealing your matching white lingerie patterned with little strawberries. You felt shy when he saw it, but if anything, it only turned him on more.
He pulled your panties down, then quickly ran to his bedroom to grab condoms. When he came back, he opened one and rolled it on. Then he positioned himself above you, pressing his cock to your entrance and drawing a soft moan from both of you.
He searched your face for approval once more, and you nodded.
Then, with one slow thrust, he pushed part of himself inside until he was fully seated within you. At first you couldn’t help moaning in pain—sharper and stronger than when he’d used his fingers. Seeing the discomfort on your face, he covered your cheeks and forehead in little kisses, waiting patiently for it to pass.
After a while, the pain turned into pleasure, and Leon began to move, slowly at first, then gradually faster, drawing moans from both of you.
“God, it’s hot in here…” Leon muttered before pulling his shirt off, never slipping out of you, revealing his toned torso in the dim light of the living room, his broad shoulders and defined pecs and abs only made more unfair by the shadows.
As a gift in return, you sat up slightly and removed your bra too, baring your breasts. The sight only made Leon harder.
Immediately, he laid you back down again, thrusting into you while his mouth sucked and bit at one of your breasts, leaving a small mark, while his hand kneaded the other.
After a while like that, both of you were close, so Leon increased his pace—faster, harder—pulling broken moans from each of you.
At the same time, his hand slid down to your clit, rubbing circles over it and pushing you right to the edge.
Soon after, both of you came, completely exhausted.
When he pulled out, Leon kissed your forehead and lifted you into his arms like a princess, carrying you to his bedroom and setting you gently on the bed.
“I’ll be right back, princess,” he said as he left the room. He returned with a glass of water and one of his RPD shirts from the closet for you to wear.
Leon settled beside you carefully. The room smelled like cologne, clean sheets, and that soft warmth happiness leaves behind when it’s still lingering in the air.
You wore his oversized RPD shirt, and he couldn’t stop glancing at you now and then with a silly, tired, completely lovestruck smile.
Without a word, he held the glass to your lips.
“Take a sip” Leon said.
You took a couple of sips and handed it back. He set it on the nightstand, then immediately came back to you, slipping one arm beneath your neck to pull you against his chest. His free hand began stroking your back slowly, up and down. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was your breathing trying to fall into the same rhythm. You played nervously with the hem of his shirt, not quite daring to look at him.
“Leon…” you asked softly.
“Hmm?”
“Did… did you like it?” One of your biggest insecurities had been not doing your first time right.
He looked down at you at once, genuinely surprised, as though the question itself were impossible. Then he let out a low, tender laugh and shook his head.
“Did I like it?” He tilted your chin up with two fingers so you would look at him. “It was the best time of my life.”
You felt your cheeks heat instantly.
“I mean it,” he added, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Not because of… you know, though that too. Because it was you. Because of the way you looked at me.”
You hid in the crook of his neck, embarrassed, and he smiled against your hair.
“I was nervous…” you admitted, curling closer into his chest.
“Me too,” the blond confessed, stroking your back.
You looked up at him, incredulous.
“You?”
“I nearly lost it when you showed up at my door in that dress,” he murmured.
A soft laugh escaped you. Leon took the chance to kiss you again, slow this time. Then he tucked the blanket around you better and slipped your legs between his for warmth.
“If anything hurt, you tell me. If you’re uncomfortable, you tell me. If you want water, food, another blanket, or for me to shut up, you tell me too.”
“And what if I want cuddles?” you asked in a sweet little voice that made Leon’s heart melt.
Leon held you tighter against him.
“You already have those without asking, princess.”
You stayed quiet for a moment, listening to the calm beat of his heart beneath your cheek.
“I was scared of doing it wrong,” you confessed again.
His hand paused at your back only to move up and stroke the nape of your neck.
“There was no right or wrong way to do anything.” He kissed your forehead with a tenderness so beautiful it almost hurt. “And it was perfect.”
You felt something inside you loosen completely. All the nerves, all the shame.
“Perfect?”
Leon nodded with certainty.
A tired laugh left you, and he smiled as if it were the best sound he had ever heard. After a while, when you were already starting to drift off, Leon spoke softly, almost whispering.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
Then he kissed you once more, slow and gentle.
“I’ll take care of you always, if you let me.”
And like that, tangled in his arms, with his fingers drawing lazy circles over your back until they grew slower and slower, you fell asleep listening to him keep whispering sweet nonsense between kisses and sleep.
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Parallel Parking
a/n: I had to go to the DMV today and got his cute idea. implied younger!reader. About 500 words???
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
“Hey there, handsome. On a scale from 1 to 10, how busy are you right now?” you asked over the phone, chewing on your nail.
“It’s pretty slow today. Why?” your boyfriend replied, already suspicious.
“So hypothetically speaking, if I asked you to come help me, would you?” you asked, trying to sound casual.
“You okay, babe?” His already deep voice coated with worry.
“Don’t laugh at me, okay? Please, don’t.”
A beat.
“No promises.”
“You’re such an asshole, Leon.”
“You always this charming when you need something?”
“Baby!” You whined. “I can’t park. Please come save me.”
“You can’t park?”
“There’s no space, and I can’t parallel park without risking public humiliation. Please. I’m begging you.”
You heard him start laughing on the line.
“Hey! Don’t make fun of me,” you snapped, even as your voice wavered.
Agent Kennedy, reporting for a rescue mission. Send me your location.”
You blinked. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” he said, still amused. “Stay where you are. Don’t hit anything.”
“No promises.”
“You do know I’m known for being a bad driver, right?”
“Yeah, but I think I might be worse than you.” you said, your tone a little defeated.
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You spotted his car from far away before he even parked, pulling up way too confidently for someone who’d just admitted he wasn’t much better at driving than you.
He slid into a spot in one smooth motion.
“Show off.” You mumbled to yourself.
He stepped out, and for a second, you forgot why you were annoyed.
His signature leather jacket clung to his biceps in a way it made your mouth water. His dirty blonde hair slightly messy and those annoyingly calm blue eyes scanning the street until they landed on you.
Keys spun lazily around his finger as he walked over, confident in that effortless way that made you want to roll your eyes and stare at the same time.
By the time he reached your window, that familiar, crooked smirk had already settled on his lips.
He leaned down slightly, knocking on the glass.
“Hey, gorgeous. Need saving?” he asked, smug.
“You’re too cocky for an old man, you know.”
Leon opened your door before you could protest. “Alright, out. I’ll park it.”
You watched, holding your breath as he maneuvered the car into the spot you’d been circling for the last twenty minutes. It took him a couple of adjustments, but then, finally, the car settled neatly between the lines.
He turned the engine off and looked over at you through the open window.
“See?” he said. “Easy.”
“You just told me you’re a bad driver!”
“Selective honesty,” he shot back, turning off the engine.
“I think I can make it to my appointment, I’ll see you at home?”
He stepped out, closing the door behind him, then walked over to where you were standing.
“Yeah,” he said, stopping just a little too close.
He leaned in slowly, brushing just close enough to your lips to make your breath hitch before closing the distance properly.
“Drive safe,” he murmured against your lips, softer now.
Then he kissed you properly, your fingers curled slightly into his jacket.
“Love you,” you whispered when you pulled back.
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☁︎⋅ finding older!leon’s academy pictures (request)
the old album was tucked in the back of the closet, hidden behind confidential mission files and dusty storage boxes. you only found it because you were helping him clean.
“probably just old paperwork,” leon had mumbled, distracted in the kitchen making coffee.
but it wasn’t paperwork. it was leon.
young leon.
police academy leon.
☁︎⋅ telling rookie!leon he’s a pretty boy between kisses (inspired by this)
he was trying so hard to look serious and that was what made it impossible not to smile.
leon kneeled between your legs on the couch. fresh from a shower, his damp blonde hair fell over his forehead in soft, uneven pieces. no tactical gear, no gun holster. just an oversized gray shirt and pink ears because you had been kissing him for the last five minutes and he didn’t know what to do with himself.
his hands held your waist awkwardly, as if he hadn’t earned the right to touch you yet.
you kissed the corner of his mouth. then the other.
then right over his smile that he tried to hide.
“you’re so needy,” he teased, his voice quiet but playful.
“you’re cute.”
he scoffed.
you leaned in again, pressing another kiss to his lips. this time, it was slow, sweet, and lingered for a moment. when you pulled back, your noses brushed and you could see his pupils dilating.
“pretty boy.”
leon blinked. “what?”
you kissed him again before he could question it. soft and warm.
a kiss against the edge of his jaw.
“my pretty boy.”
his whole face flushed a bright red.
“c’mon,” he muttered, trying to look offended and failing miserably. “don’t call me that…”
“oh?” you kissed the tip of his nose. “then what should I call you?”
he opened his mouth to protest, but you caught it with another kiss. he smiled against your lips.
“pretty boy,” you whispered again.
it was almost unfair how easily you could make him melt. he looked at you with those wide rookie eyes. “you really think I’m…pretty?” he asked quietly.
you answered him by cradling his face in both hands and kissing him once, twice, three times in a row.
“pretty” kiss
“very pretty” kiss
“prettiest boy I’ve ever seen” kiss
leon let out a chuckle, leaning up to envelop you in his arms. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, groaning playfully.
“you’re making fun of meee..”
“noo,” you pulled back to look at him. “I’m appreciating you.”
your thumb brushed over his cheek, tracing the constellations of scars and discolored skin. “look at you,” you murmured. “soft hair, big puppy eyes, your mouth-”
leon groaned, embarrassed and flushed by the compliments. he tried to hide his face again, but you caught him with a kiss before he could.
“my handsome rookie,” you giggled.
he was beaming at this point, a bright smile on his face. then, he unexpectedly gathered the courage to lean forward first.
he kissed you. it was clumsy and filled with nerves, but it was tender. it was his way of pouring out his emotions. when he pulled back, his cheeks were a soft pink.
“c-can you say it again?”
you grinned.
“what, pretty boy?”
his ears went red.
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© lilacgrayskies on tumblr
{dividers from @/cursed-carmine}
making out with your (rookie!leon) boyfriend in his jeep.
You were pressed into the passenger seat of Leon’s Jeep, your arms locked tightly around his neck, pulling him closer than he already was, but it still wasn’t enough. His hands roamed over your body with urgency, gripping whatever he could, wherever he could reach, as if trying to memorize the feel of your soft skin.
Your lips crashed into his, messy and desperate, hunger spilling into every movement. What started as an innocent goodbye kiss after your date quickly spiraled into something deeper. The kiss intensified, teeth grazing, breaths tangling, tongues chasing each other like neither of you could get enough. The sensation of him was overwhelming, consuming you completely.
His lips were rough, slightly chapped from the city’s cold, but the contrast only made yours feel softer. The intoxicating taste of your flavored gloss already smeared was driving him crazy, blurred between you both as he kissed you harder, then slower for a fleeting moment, like he wanted to savor it before losing control all over again.
“Fuck,” he whispered, finally pulling back just enough to breathe.
A thin string of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking, both of them swollen and flushed from the intensity of the kisses. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his forehead hovering close to yours.
His eyes found yours in the darkness of the car, pleading and undeniably desperate for more.
A sharp breath hitched from him when you caught his lower lip between your teeth, his composure slipping for just a second. The tension in his body tightened under your hands, every reaction betraying just how much he was affected.
“Baby come upstairs, please,” you whispered against his mouth, your voice heavy with want.
His forehead dipped to yours, eyes closing briefly as if he was trying to steady himself. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, voice rough, almost strained.
Leon’s thumb brushed along your jaw, slower this time, like he was savoring the moment instead of rushing through it. When his eyes opened again, they were softer but no less intense.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
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PEPPERS ★ LEON KENNEDY
leon x reader, infinite darkness!leon x fem reader, being a good girl for leon, VERY smut adjacent, fluff
I keep seeing comments like ‘he’s so lana del rey’ in reference to Leon so I will indulge in that for a brief moment. Just think about being a good girl for Leon. Putting your hands on his knees as your bum is planted on your heels while you sit in between his legs. Imagine just being a pretty little doll for Leon as he adores the sweet look you give him. He stares at you in pure adoration, pupils blown wide. He’s just so in love with you and the fact you’re so sweet that you make his teeth ache.
Imagine a rough hand of his caressing your cheek as you both sit in silence. The only sounds that can be heard is the rocky breaths you both share. He’s doing everything in his power not to rip your clothes to shreds. Instead, he forces his body to keep its composure; he’s resting on the couch with his back comfortably on the cushions and his legs spread wide enough to give you a bit of wiggle room.
You’re perched like a little bird. Pretty and waiting for him to make a move. Your hands run up and down his upper thighs, trickling your fingertips along the insides of them and over his denim jeans before placing gentle kisses on their inner hem. He watches you with a flushed face— absolutely in love with you. He prioritizes this kind of contact with you so much that moments like this have formed some sort of routine recently.
He sighs out with a mix of emotions plaguing him. A part of him feels loved. A part of him feels as if he’s been bamboozled. He thought he found a sweet, gentle girl, but instead he’s found a minx who does as she pleases and preys on his weaknesses. He can feel your plush kisses over his jeans, working closer to his hips. His hands reach for your hair, using his fingers to toy with it while he takes in each kiss you give.
You wouldn’t call yourself a minx but your playful antics were something you prided yourself in. Allowing the tip of your nose to lift the bottom of his shirt up, kisses dance against his happy trail. From this, you provoke him to choke on the air he breathes in. The grip he has in your hair helps him tilt your face upwards and off of his skin. You take the lead from him, watching his eyes quiver. His lips are trembling and his chest is rising and falling faster than before.
Leon’s body nearly throbs feeling your hands dig into the meat of his thighs to lift yourself up and become face to face with him. Blue eyes study your lips, contemplating whether or not to taint you with his kiss. That’s when he hears you whisper, “kiss me.” It’s a request laced in heat and a lack of patience.
Leon still thinks about it for a few seconds before pecking your lips quickly, soon spotting your eyes hooded in lust. Another kiss. This one is a bit deeper and feverish. You accept each of his smooches by giving him one in return but it’s not enough. “Give me another one,” you coo, feeling his hands fall from your hair. His fingers slowly wrap around the base of your neck to keep you up before melting his lips against yours. This kiss is hotter than the other two. It’s eager and hungry. Leon’s lips tangle with yours like a famished man.
Letting him take the lead this time, you can feel him bite your bottom lip gently before diving in again. With a slightly parted mouth, his lips drag down your chin to your neck. The hand on your neck partners with his other to pull you onto his lap. Oh how he’s in love with you. There’s a gentle stripe left on the center of your neck with his tongue before his lips meet yours for a final kiss. “I love you,” he mumbles honestly.
You don’t speak, but wrap your arms around his neck and squirm a bit in his hold. With a peck on his cheek, you soon rest your head on his shoulder and relish in proper quality time with him.
.ᐟ.ᐟ ATTENTION re4!leon, car sex, p in v, fem!reader, slapping, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, breeding, orgasm denial, mean leon if you squint (you really don’t have to squint), ‘daddy’ mention, 00’s
─ LEON knows the trouble that could arise from being caught with you in such a compromising position in the back seat of his car.
he just doesn’t give a fuck.
the windows are tinted, it’s all too dark outside and the way you flutter around his aching cock makes it hard to think about anything else. he’s too entranced to guide you; jaw slacked, piercing eyes staring down at the sloppy action under his chin. he watches as he spreads you open each thrust and is almost brought to tears every time he sees your swollen heat ache for him when he backs away. his chest rises and falls heavily at his own lazy pace, abs contracting with each breath, moonlight pouring over his damp skin.
“leon–” you muster up in a broken coo. when he told you to wear something comfortable, what you imagined was only half of what you’re being fed. it was just supposed to be a late night drive so he could tell you about his mission in spain, but his hands had other plans. it wasn’t even twenty miles until you two ducked off in what is supposed to be a closed forest preserve, hidden in an empty camp site. you feel the pressure swelling you open with each thrust, arms wrapped around his neck.
“spread your legs for me,” he disregards your call out, using a hand to carefully push one of your thighs open. the force of his push was enough to send your thigh back in its original position and with leon being so lust drunk over you, he shoved your thigh back, pushing your knee into your chest with a low, “wider.” he really misses his girl.
damp locks of blond bounce over the man's forehead before diving face first into your hair. he breathes in your scent, with his other hand wrapping its fingers around your neck. he practically shoves your head into the back of the seat as he takes you from above, one knee pressed into the seats. his movements slightly shift the car with reckless abandon, too occupied with his own pleasure to be mindful. your sweet smell fills his nose, exhaling almost feeling orgasmic as his eyes roll back simply because you’re all his.
Leon adores you, he truly truly does. Your wish is his command. He’ll do anything if he knows it’ll make you happy, even the small things, especially those. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you, you’re grateful for everything but especially the small things. He’ll try his hand at anything for you, which is how he found himself here.
Dead Weight Challenge with Leon
Pairing ⟢ Leon Kennedy x Reader Genre ⟢ Fluff Word Count ⟢ 1.1k Trigger warning ⟢ Unspecified age gap (see note), author is not a native Note: Age is unimportant in this story, however the app 'Tiktok' is more commonly used amongst a younger population. Still, reader could be as old as Leon.
Summary ⟢ You saw a TikTok trend where couples see how long it takes to lift eachother up in case of emergencies. So you decided you had to try that out with your boyfriend.
It was already late in the evening as you and your boyfriend Leon watched some random drama on TV. It wasn't all that interesting: cheating, crying and arguing, followed by a 'passionate' reconciliation. Quite repetitive.
Thus, you decided to scroll through TikTok whilst lying in Leon's arms. After watching a few mediocre TikToks, you stumbled upon an intriguing challenge. You watched as one of partners attempted to lift the other, the outcome of which was typically disastrous. Nevertheless, it was adorable and funny, so why not try it with your boyfriend, who is essentially twice your size? Great idea, right?
Yearning