hey there! welcome to my re fan blog. this blog will be mostly reposts of art, fics, text posts, gifs, etc, all relating to the resident evil franchise.
big fan of 7 and 8 in particular :))) fave characters are ethan and mia winters, leon kennedy, claire redfield, jill valentine, ashley graham, grace ashcroft, lady dimitrescu, and donna benevientio!
After your latest beau storms out of your apartment after ending things between you, Leon can't help but come to your rescue. Curiosity gets the most of him, and he asks why a loser like that would ever let you go. Apparently, during a night in bed, you forgot who you were with and said the name of your neighbor instead of your boyfriend...
tags/warnings: dominant Leon (ooc maybe?), spitting, breakup mentioned, I pictured death island/infinite darkness Leon for this one, p in v
Matt. A professional football player with smooth, well-oiled muscles and a brain to match. Too loud. Too goofy. Apparently, the sex was good, though. Or youāre just a really great actress.Ā
Tom. A financier with a briefcase and a suit that was as pretentious as the name-dropping and Michelin-star dining he was so fond of (and couldnāt stop talking about). As annoying as he was boring.Ā
Jackson? Joe? Jake? John? Not memorable in any way. Didnāt last long for whatever reason. Maybe you couldnāt remember his name either.Ā
Paul. Owned a restaurant but couldnāt keep his hands off the hostess or the waitress or the line cookā¦
Brian. Only ever wore sweatpants, even to your anniversary dinner, which you paid for, like you always did.
The guy with the motorcycle and hideous tattoos that only came by late at night and left early in the morning, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap.Ā
That one with the hair gel he should throw out and never buy again.
All of them, with their faults and idiosyncrasies, were better than the one youāre seeing now. Heās insecure, always accusing you of being unfaithful, of going behind his back with every man youāre polite to and make eye contact with. He hasnāt hit you, not yet, or so you tell Leon every time he asks, but the man has a violent streak and blows up, yelling and screaming and threatening to leave you when things are anything less than smooth sailing.Ā
Why you stay, Leon doesnāt know. Maybe itās the gratuitous gifts the guy buys for you after such arguments. And the gaudy bouquets of spray-painted flowers that show up on your doorstep. But no, you hate those, and youāve told Leon as much, usually when youāre snot-nosed and teary-eyed, which is more often than not.Ā
Like you are now, crying on his shoulder as he hugs you.Ā
āWhat happened this time?ā Leon asks, coming to your rescue once again. He really should stop doing that, lest whatever his name is catches a whiff of your male neighbor letting you weep in his arms, and makes a fuss about it like he seemingly does about everything else. Leon would have to punch him, and if he does, runs the risk of you hating him forever. Canāt have that.
Canāt help it.
āItās over,ā you whimper, shoulders shuddering as Leon retreats, only to grab your hand and lead you to the sofa. The two of you settle onto the cushions, knees too close for Leonās comfort as he focuses on being a good friend and neighbor, not a weirdo pervert whose cock twitches when your leg brushes up against his.Ā
āWhatās over?ā Leon canāt hide the joy in his voice as he struggles to bite down a contemptuous smirk growing on his mouth.Ā
You look up at him, still sniffling, but the tears, once pooling wet and oily between your lashes, have since dried down as sticky streaks on your cheeks. Your lips are puffy and swollen, and your irises glisten an impossibly vibrant color. The sight makes Leonās chest tighten, but what has an even more unsettling sensation coursing through him, is the hand you have placed on his thigh. Your palm is warm, your fingers dangerously close to the inseam of his pants.Ā
āHe broke up with me,ā is all you give, your chin trembling as the words spill from your bottom lip. āHe ended it. For good.āĀ
Thank fuck, Leon wants to shout. But he twists his face into as sympathetic of a grimace as he can muster, and nods along as you babble about your conflicted feelings.Ā
āYeah, he was an ass,ā Leon says mindlessly in an effort to agree, though it doesnāt take much effort at all.Ā
After a beat of silence, while you reflect on his opinion and while Leon internally panics over whether or not heās gravely offended you, you shrug your shoulders, agreeing weakly. āYeah, he was.ā The corner of your mouth pricks up into a half-smile.Ā
āSoā¦ā His voice trails off into the silence of your apartment, and he reclines against the back of the sofa, spreading his knees slightly until one bumps yours. You donāt move it away, but lean back to mirror Leonās position, letting your arms hand by your side as you adjust your hips on the cushion. āWhyād he do it?āĀ
You turn your head to Leon and shake it, a tittering sound escaping your lungs, so breathy that itās more of an exhausted scoff than a laugh. āItās embarrassing.āĀ
āCome on,ā he goads, tapping you with his elbow. āIām curious to know why a guy like that breaks up with someone like you.āĀ
Your brows meet in the middle, and your eyes narrow at him. āSomeone like me?ā
āYeah,ā Leon confirms, now debating whether or not to elaborate. Heās been pining after you since you moved down the hall a year ago, and after every short-lived dalliance that has either stormed or snuck out of your apartment over the past twelve months, Leon promised himself he would make his move. But heās always too late or too cowardly, waiting too long or convincing himself youād not want anything to do a guy like him. Maybe itās the way he can hear your heartbeat through your chest, or smell the perfume radiating off your soft skin, but his resolve slowly seeps out the open window, and he can no longer stave off the need in his gut. āYouāreā¦you.āĀ
Nice. Add bumbling idiotā to āweirdo pervertā.Ā
You tilt your head, in pity for the apparent stroke victim beside you, or in curiosity, Leon doesnāt know. āExplain.ā
He swallows, palms suddenly clammy and yet simultaneously dry. They both dampen and catch on the fibers of his pant legs as he swipes them over his thighs. āWell, youāre beautiful and gorgeous.ā Those are the same thing, Leon. āYouāre super smart and really fun to talk to.ā Did he forget every word in the English language beside the most generic ones used before asking a woman out on a second date? Come on, think! He shifts in his seat, pivoting toward you to take your hands in his. āIāve never met anyone so kind and thoughtful as you. Youāre always there to check on me when I come home from work trips, and you never fail to make me smile even when I have a shitty day at the office. Youāre amazing, and Iām sorry that none of these losers see what I see.āĀ
Youāre about to cry. Or vomit, maybe. Doing neither, you reach out and wrap your arms around Leonās neck, grabbing him into a hug. He melts under the touch, his hands coming up to caress your back.Ā
āI called him āLeonā,ā you confess in his ear.Ā
āWhat?āĀ
You pull away, sitting perched on the edge of the sofa, back straight, with your hands in your lap as you gnaw on your lower lip. āI accidentally said your name when I wasā¦with him.āĀ
Leonās eyebrows dig, creasing the patch of skin between them, and his eyelids thin as he looks at you. āWhen you were with him?āĀ
You chuckle nervously, the sound like the twinkling of a windchime to his ears. āWhen we were in bed together. I guess I justā¦IāI guess I just zoned out and forgot what I was doing. I donāt even know why Iām telling you this. I shouldnāt beāā
āShh,ā Leon says, pressing a silencing finger to your lips. His breath becomes uneven as it pumps from his lungs, and his chest shudders as he draws closer to you, so close he can feel the what coming from your neck as he leans in to whisper. āTell me the truth.ā Your eyes grow wide and he removes his finger from your mouth to cup your cheek. āWere you thinking about me while you were with him?āĀ
You swallow hard, letting out a squeak as you do. A second passes by, and Leon begins to doubt himself. āYes,ā you finally admit and his stomach flips. āI was.āĀ
He lets out a huff of air, tickling your upper lip. His hand moves down your neck, just holding the nape, his thumb swiping across your tendon. āWhy?āĀ
Thankfully, you donāt hesitate this time, immediately giving him an answer. āBecause I canātā¦finishā¦unless I think about you.ā Heat rises to your cheeks. Leon can feel it as he leans in to plant a kiss there. It starts out chaste, but the hunger festering in both of your bellies cries out for more.Ā
The two of you kiss, sloppily, hands and limbs moving erratically as your bodies meld together in a passionate fury that threatens something far more gratifying.Ā
āItās my turn to hear my name coming from that pretty mouth of yours,ā he rasps in your ear. You nod frantically, giving him permission to scoop you into his arms and carry you down the hall into your bedroom.Ā
You whimper as he tosses you onto the bed and sinks to his knees, scooting your seat to the edge in one swift tug of your thighs. You squeal when he finally dives between your legs, his whole face attacking your pussy with a kind of desperate ravenous he doubts youāve ever experienced with another partner. No, Leonās sure of it. No one who has ever been between these thighs has devoured you with the kind of feelings he has for you behind it. No one has ever been as obsessed, as eager for this as Leon is at this moment. And you can feel it.Ā
āLeon,ā you whine as he swipes a heavy tongue from seam to clit, lapping up every drop of your arousal.Ā
āSave it,ā he says against your pussy, the vibrations making you clamp his head with your thighs. āSave it for when Iām fucking you.āĀ
You cry out as he eats you through your first climax, your orgasm coating his chin and mouth as he retreats to kiss your ginger thighs, your clit, crawling up to plant his lips onto your jaw, trailing up and down the length until he reaches your ear and nibbles.Ā
āLeon,ā you say again, your voice weak and punctuated by deep, labored breaths. Hands grapple for his arms, fingernails digging into the sinew of his triceps as you attempt to pull him down onto you. āMore. Please, I need moreāĀ
He smiles from above, petting the side of your head. āDonāt worry. Iām not going anywhere.ā With steady, patient hands, Leon presses your thighs apart even further, looking down to admire your pussy, dripping and glistening beneath the low light filtering from the dimmed fixtures around the room. Your throbbing clit pulses, your hole clenches around nothing, calling out for his return. He looks back up at you, meeting your gaze. āThereās no chance Iām ever giving this up.āĀ
Your thighs shake beneath his words, and need is splashed across your face, twisting your features into such a sultry expression. He canāt wait any longer, and he doesnāt.Ā
āRelax,ā he coos, dragging the head of his cock up and down your cunt before he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in, one inch at a time. You purr like a kitten as he stretches you, filling you up completely until he can see the movement of his cock at your belly.Ā
As he strides in and out, feeling the warmth of you around him, his resolve weakens and he can feel the threat of his climax build steadily in his core. When the sensation grows violent, he pulls out, and you frown at the absence of him inside you.Ā
āOpen up,ā he commands softly. He crawls up your body, a hand wrapping around your jaw, keeping you wide for him as he spits down into your mouth, the fat glob of saliva dripping down the drum of your tongue, all the way down your throat. You swallow. āGood girl,ā and he kisses you.Ā
When he returns to your cunt, he does so with one mean thrust, filling you instantaneously, the bittersweet call of his orgasm revisiting not seconds after. Leon tries to ignore the heat building like a tight coil in his abdomen, but with the way youāre moaning and writing beneath him, your body an exquisite portrait of pleasure, he canāt hold off for much longer. Instead of weakening his plummets, he musters all his strength to finish you off with the passion you deserve.Ā
āStart calling out my name, sweetheart,ā he says, rising to his knees, pulling up your hips with him, not leaving you for a moment. As your back comes untethered from the mattress, you cry, fingers digging into the bedding as his name leaves your lips in a series of slurred prayers.Ā
āLeon,ā you yell under the change in angle, his shaft rubbing even harder against your front wall, pressing all the right buttons. Your knuckles turn pale, sweat beading at your brow, as you come once again, this time more intense than the first, your pussy squeezing him so tight he can barely remove himself to thrust back inside. āLeon, Leon, Leon.āĀ
A much prettier sound than anything he heard previously moaned from this side of the wall.Ā
A/n: a ten minute lazy drabble written while sleepy because I feel like itās wrong not to post something for the sweetest bubs birthday š«¶š¾
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A specific, unnoticeable warmth hits Leon before he can even get his keys out to open the door.
It carries the essence of anything cozy, a rain's rhythm, candles, brown sugar, and cinnamon. Yet, it holds a depth that makes him feel like the more he drowns in it, the more he is at peace.
The heavy wooden surface stands in front of him like a border of security, keeping inside what he cherishes and loves the most.
Inside, your back and your daughterās straighten at the sound of the keys jingling. The apartment is almost dark, all the main lights turned off, with just the small, warm golden candles and decorations keeping the place cozy and intimate.
Every cushion, along with the respectfully placed teddy bears and knitted bunny plushies, sits by the sofa as if they are guests. The tv is off, as if the living room holds a play it cannot interrupt.
Everything is perfect.
āCome here,ā you whisper to your daughter. A smile is on your face, just as big as hers. Small feet run to you as quietly as she can, giggles muffled behind her small hand.
A bright streak of light hits the wooden floor by the edge of the living room wall, where the corridor meets the front door.
Leaning down, you press a finger to your lips, watching your daughter do the same. Excitement takes form in everything else but sound, both of you just itching to experience the moment.
Tucking a section of hair behind your ear at the sound of the front door and the inner door shutting, you reach for the wide plate. One that holds a messily frosted chocolate cake, with princess themed glitter on the parts your daughter insisted on. You agreed to it, not just for her reasons, but to have a piece of her in this gesture.
The familiar shuffling pattern of his shoes follows, then the taking off of his coat, before finally the clinking of his keys being placed into a tray alongside yours.
Watching his familiar wide frame turn into the room, he turns the largest lamp on, showering the most important people in his focused light.
āSurprise, Daddy!ā
āHappy birthday, Leonā¦ā
Leon stands there for a moment. Whatever agony of memories usually replay and hold hostage in his head such as;
the what ifs
or
the I'm sorrys
seems to fade for once.
The dark night outside is completely powerless beyond these walls, though its silence hums all around them. Everything in this room remains untouched.
Leon watches the two of you move closer. Small arms wrap themselves around one leg, and you press a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. A wave of calmness washes over him, feeling beautifully intoxicating.
His eyes never even look at the cake yet.
They only look at the happy faces that seem just as overjoyed to see him. Eyes glistening with such love and adoration, sparked simply by his presence.
For once. He is loved by existence, and not by performance.
Feeling his smile grow bigger, he shakes his head, shutting his eyes for a brief second before he leans down. His hands scoop up your slightly sleepy daughter before he turns to you, his warm arm gently sliding around your waist. He kisses your cheek, leaning close to your ear.
themes: post-re2r!leon, trainee!leon, instructor!reader, instructor/trainee, workplace romance, canon divergence, mutual pining, unresolved romantic tension, mutual frustration, professional boundaries, sexual and emotional frustration, arguments, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, mutual idiots to loversā¢
warnings: smut, porn with feelings, penis in vagina sex, porn with plot, mission sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, premature ejaculation, non-sexual asphyxiation, canon-typical violence, not beta read
summary:
you tried to be professional. you really did. but somewhere along the line of being his instructor, you ended up falling for the man you were supposed to sharpen into a weapon. who would've thought the line would be crossed after one mission that nearly went wrong?
word count: 7.6k
author's note:
i have not written smut in 3 years, so don't expect much. regardless, enjoyā¦? :'D
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It all started the moment a Manila folder was slid toward you from across the table.
And its contents? The file of the trainee who would inevitably change you.
Initially, you were impressed. You were already well aware of the tragedy of Raccoon City. Whoever this Leon S. Kennedy was, he mustāve been quite the guy to catch the attention of the authorities. The higher-ups usually slapped a form of civilian protection on survivors, but this time they had assigned you to shape him into an operative.
Softness was never a part of how you handled things. Woman or not, you were still an operativeāa pretty good one, at thatāand missions were what mattered to you the most. You were one of the more aloof people in the workplace. The kind of person who dedicated their life to one aspect because that was where they felt they were the most useful. The fact that you were an instructor despite your age was proof of that toil.
You didnāt think much of this task at first. In fact, you were utterly doubtful of the manās capabilities because of that ridiculous pretty boy hair. You didnāt even bother seeking him out immediately, letting the military personnel roughen him up first as a test. It was in your favorāat least, from your questionable standpoint. The standard training regimen was tough enough to break the usual idiots who underestimated the job description. If that rookie survived, then maybe it might interest you a little.
Unfortunately, he did.
You still remembered his eyes the first time you finally met him. As a mentor, youād seen it all among fresh recruitsāeyes that held uncertainty, heroic naivete, loss, anger, hatred, and even a thirst for vengeance. It was to be expected in this field, where compassion is often a mistranslation conveyed through a punch or a slash across the skin with a combat knife.
But this manāthis survivorādespite the gauze and bruises that littered his skin, despite the melancholy of loss within his gaze, those eyes still carried a flicker of hope.
You didnāt like it.
Why?
Simple. You knew what would eventually happen to men like him.
Still, orders were orders, and you were no different than the pawns across this chessboard.
You trained him. Taught him the means of handling a mission quickly with minimal blood. Leon learned quicklyāearnestlyāas though serving and protecting others had become the only thing keeping him together.
You admitāyou were quite awful to him at first. Awful in a sense that your words were constantly sub-zero and your lips were locked into an eternal scowl. But as time went on, his persistence grew on you. And from that persistence, friendship bloomed, and eventually into something neither of you dared acknowledge.
The way he would instinctively turn to your direction when he knew he did something right.
How a smile managed to worm its way onto his annoyingly handsome face whenever you ended up pinning him down during a mild sparring session.
How heād constantly try to find a way to impress you, despite your lack of reaction other than clearing your throat and mildly smacking him upside the head with your clipboard in irritation.
And the moment your conversations shifted from harmless interactions to late-night discussions about the future, your fears, and the vulnerabilities neither of you shared with anyone else? That was when it became a threat.
You became addicted to it. The thought of getting to know him better than anyone else. The way he sought you out for the most mundane of conversations instead of mission and training matters, yet you never rejected him. Not once. Without you realizing it, he had become someone you constantly anticipated seeing every single day.
Youāve never really been in a relationship. Sure, youāve messed around when you were lonely, but you never felt that annoying flutter in your chest before. Serious romance was uncharted territory for you. Honestly, you werenāt sure you could handle the mere intensity of it. People always said you shouldnāt get close to someone if youāre messed up, and maybe thatās why you kept your distance from the concept altogether.
But beyond your feelings and other rationalizations, you knew what they had planned for him, and that was precisely why you decided to shut those feelings down.
For you.
But more importantly, for him.
He deserved better. And better wasnāt you, clearly. Not when you couldnāt promise him that youād always be alive and waiting for him, and neither could he. He was all that you wanted and all you could never have.
Now, you have to live with the consequences of your decision.
āPlease justātalk to me!ā he panted, desperately trying to keep up with your pace as you briskly walked through the corridors of HQ. Your expression remained coldāa bad habit that manifested from years of duty and brutality on the job.
āFuckājustālook at me!ā He grabbed your arm harshly, and you whipped around. A soft scoff was all he received from you, followed by a hard stare that made him freeze.
Still, he was not leaving without an answer.
āWhat did I do?ā Leon asked softly. āPlease, just tell me.ā
That pitifully skewed internal logic of yours instinctively morphed your frown into a sneer. āI expect you to be at the tarmac at exactly 10:00, rookie.ā
His heart sank. The instant his grip loosened around your arm, you pulled it back from his touch.
āConsider this as your last warning. Touch me again, and there will be consequences.ā
Before any more of his signature stubbornness decided to show itself, you promptly retreated to Conference Room 3B, where you were needed.
It had already been weeks since you had decided to cruelly cut the emotional tethers away without notice, yet he remained persistent. You knew that would be the last of it, because you'd already set the board up. There was an upcoming mission with him that needed to be done and over with. It was a simple one: just data extraction, which required the skills you had been teaching him over the last few months. It was one that you selected yourself in hopes that heād clear it successfully, because that would mean he didnāt need you anymore.
And he was readyāor at least, that's what his progress suggested.
But of course, things always took a turn for the worse whenever you thought you had everything under control.
Without a hitch, half a day had already passed.
You were still with Leon during the mission, but you had decided to separate: he would infiltrate the control room while you kept watch. Except you didnāt know that this was a planned ambush, where one push of an unassuming button on the control panel would unleash the remaining horror that lay dormant within the facilityās main hub.
It was an amalgamation of tendrils and flesh. Without a second to spare, you blurred toward him, covering that pesky flank he had a nasty habit of leaving open. The fight spanned for minutes. The next thing you knew, you had been hoisted up in the air, tightness wrapped around your fragile neck while your lungs burned for air.
You could hear it beneath the thrumming of your heartbeat in your ears: your name being shouted in sheer desperation followed by controlled bursts of gunfire. Only your eyes managed to shift in Leonās direction, and you let out a soft gurgle as you cursed the fact that your vision was blurry.
You wanted to see him. Needed to see him.
Fuck, even that was taken from you. And you knew within your gut that you definitely deserved it after what youāve done.
As soon as you slipped out of consciousness and the creature finally let out a harrowing shriek, you were in free fall, only to land in a familiar, comforting warmth.
"Control, Kennedy reporting."
"Status?"
"Target eliminated. Data recovered."
"Your instructor?"
"...Alive."
"Extraction's off the table tonight."
"Understood."
"Watch her vitals."
"...Already am."
Two hours.
It had been two hours since you were last conscious. It had arguably been the worst two hours Leon had experienced in a long while.
The two of you were now in a safehouse, with you lying atop a bed while he was seated on a chair, gently wiping the dirt and grime from your skin with a damp cloth. His line of sight kept drifting back to your neck, still reddened and bearing rope-like marks courtesy of the tendrils of that damned bio-organic weapon.
Regardless, he decided to relish this rare moment of stillness.
You looked peaceful. Beautiful, even. It was strange seeing you without that perpetual frown pulling at your lips. Somehow, now that you were unconscious, he didn't mind the scowl nearly as much as he used to. If anything, he'd gladly endure every single one you ever sent his way if it meant never seeing you hanging limp in that creature's grasp again.
But the image refused to leave him.
The way you'd thrown yourself between him and the monster.
The way he'd hesitated even for a split-second.
The way he'd almost lost you.
It was only now that he understood the philosophy you'd drilled into him since the day you became his instructor.
Keep your subordinates at arm's length. Attachment makes you hesitate. And hesitation gets people killed.
He knew you wouldāve sighed and clicked your tongue if you had ever caught him in this state, and the thought twisted something inside him far more violently than he cared to admit. You had always been a grump. Always had the uncanny ability to make his breath hitch with just one look. At first, it was out of fear, but as time went by, it was the kind that made his chest ache quietly. And after that shitshow of a mission? He couldn't deny it anymoreābecause why the hell would he continue to lie to himself when nearly losing you felt like losing himself too?
You were his sanctuary after everything that he had faced. A mentor first and a dear friend after. In the midst of the late-night conversations, the bruising sparring sessions, and every irritated glance you'd thrown his way and every smack of your clipboard, that friendship became something moreāhe had truly, unmistakably, and irrevocably fallen for you.
But would a woman like youābound by dutyāever choose to look at him beyond a subordinate? Would you truly see him as a man whoād cherish you?
Alas, that last ember of hope was about to be thoroughly extinguished, even if he refused it with all his might.
A light rustle of the sheets made him snap to attention, and warmth surrounded your hands in a tight grip almost immediately. Consciousness greeted you with an undeniable ache in your throat, followed by the raspiness of your voice the moment you tried to speak. Thankfully, the lights were dimmed. Leon knew how much you hated the fluorescent lighting of the safehouses (because what maniac uses a high-wattage bulb in a goddamn bedroom?), and he made it his duty to always keep that in check whenever he was with you.
Meanwhile, you could only squint at him while your vision got accustomed to the light.
He looked awful. Frazzled. But he was alive and kicking, and that made you exhale in relief.
āā¦Status?ā you croaked out.
His brows furrowed tightly. āSeriously? Thatās what youāre asking right now?ā
That earned him an icy glare, much to his dismay.
āThe mission comes first. Now, Iāll ask again. Status?ā
His frown deepened, letting out a defeated sigh. āThe dataās secured. Extraction isnāt possible until the weather improves.ā
āGood. Then you are ready.ā
He froze. āReady for what?ā
āYour next assignment.ā
āWith you?ā he blurted while you stood up as if you hadnāt gotten thrashed earlier. You nearly lurched forward, but you managed to catch yourself swiftly. You headed to the nearby table and began your usual post-mission routine despite the exhaustion: cleaning your weapons and updating the mission logs as required by protocol.
āNo,ā you answered simply. ā...You will be under Krauserās lead from now on.ā
The air thickened with tension instantly.
You avoided his stare. The silence said enough about how Leon felt, and you did not dare even to catch a glimpse of the betrayal evident in his eyes.
ā...Why not you?ā he finally whispered. āYou told me before that youād take me into your squad.ā
You smirked wryly, the mechanical clicks of your gun filling the silence. āYouāre a big boy now. Youāll manage.ā
It was as if ice had run through his veins.
"So that's what all of this was?"
You don't respond.
"The distance. The cold shoulder. This mission." He counted them off. "You had me reassigned."
āYouāre an operative, not a child I have to babysit,ā you stated coldly. He glared at you.
āYou make it sound as if we were never even friends.ā
āWere we?ā
āI donāt know. Do you throw yourself at a bioweapon to save someone who means nothing?ā
A sharp thud silenced the room, your gun now planted firmly onto the wooden surface. With an annoyed sigh, you finally turned to him, albeit reluctantly.
āIām your instructor, Kennedy. Or was,ā you curtly reminded. āI have a duty to fulfill, and in case it wasnāt obvious, it was only to train you to be useful out there. Nothing more.ā
He exhaled sharply through his nose. āThatās bullshit, and you know it.ā
A scoff escaped you before you could stop it. The glower that came after was almost murderousāthe kind youād give someone who clearly did not know when to shut the fuck up. Leon stubbornly clenched his teeth in retaliation, his glare just as furious as both of you shot daggers at each other.
He, however, was the first to break the silence. But his voice, despite his fuming anger, came out gentler than he wouldāve preferred.
āWhy are you doing this?ā
Your shoulders slowly dropped, and for a second, the walls slipped, until you snapped out of it. The answer came curtly, delivered so matter-of-factly that it nearly seemed to utterly disregard whatever companionship you'd built over the months.
āBecause I have nothing left to teach you.ā
A bitter chuckle left him as you continued to wipe your gun clean, seemingly unaffected by this entire ordeal. It was a quiet, humorless sound that made your fingers still.
āRight.ā
Your gaze finally lifted from your gun.
āKennedyāā
āNo, it's fine.ā He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaustion and disbelief warring across his features. āI guess I should be grateful, right? You trained me, guided me, dragged me through every goddamn exercise you could think of, and now I'm finally useful enough for you to get rid of me.ā
āThat isn't what Iāā
āāIsn't it?ā He turned to you then, his stare sharp despite the exhaustion weighing on him.
āYou keep telling me I'm ready. You keep telling me I can handle myself. You keep telling me I don't need you anymore.ā His jaw tightened. āBut you never actually say what you mean, do you?ā
Your fingers curled around the cleaning cloth.
āAnd what exactly do you think I mean?ā
His scoff this time was even more bitter. āYou decided you were done with me before this mission even started.ā
You said nothing, and that was all the confirmation he needed.
The rage in his expression remained. But so did the hurt. And beneath it was something much worse than the resentmentāunderstanding. He looked away, dragging a hand through his hair.
āYou know what?ā he muttered. āFine. Whatever. I can take a hint.ā
You returned your attention to your weapon.
āGood.ā
His head snapped back toward you.
That was the worst thing you couldāve said, and it took you a second too late to realize what you had done.
He was done with this. Done tolerating this bullshit from you.
ā...No.ā
You frowned. āNo?ā
āYou donāt get to do this. Not after everything.ā
āKennedyāā
āNo!ā
A ragged breath spilled from your lips as you swiftly stood from your seat.
āStand down, Kennedy! One wrong move and Iāllā!ā
āāI DONāT CARE!ā
You flinched, and you finally allowed yourself to spare him a glance. His eyes reflected the pain that was trapped within his chest, and you felt yours burn as they began to mist up.
Leon swallowed thickly. āYou donāt know what you do to me, do you?ā
He stepped closer while you backed away slowly.
āLeonā¦ā
"You don't get to spend months pretending you don't care." His voice cracked, dropping into a quivering whisper. "You don't get to throw yourself in dangerā"
He took a step forward while you took one back.
"āand then wake up and tell me I'm ready to lose you."
Shamefully, you cast your gaze down.
Fuck, you hated this.
And the fact that this was entirely your doingāthe fact that he still looked at you with a love as clear as day despite the hurtāyou were certain youād never forgive yourself after tonight if he did decide to walk away for good.
āPlease,ā you tried again, forcing your voice into something firmer. āDonāt make this difficult.ā
āDifficult?ā
Your jaw tightened. āYou know exactly what I mean.ā
āNo. I donāt.ā
āKennedyāā
āFuck, stop calling me that.ā
You stiffened.
āI donāt want you to do this,ā his words came out as a broken plea.
āI have to.ā
āNo, you donāt.ā
āLeonāā
āFine. Tell me you donāt want me.ā
Your throat tightened. He took another step, close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from him.
āGo on,ā he challenged, though his voice trembled. āTell me you donāt want this. Tell me you donāt want me.ā
You tensed. You tried to force yourself to say it, even if every cell in your body was screaming not to do it. Tears pricked your eyes, and just as when you were about to utter those impossible words, you could only let out a ragged breath and turn away.
That was all he needed to know.
With one decisive yank on your arm, your body collided with his. In an instant, his lips were on yours.
It was messy. Uncoordinated. Teeth knocked against teeth before the exchange settled into a desperate rhythm. Your hands instinctively latched onto the muscles of his shoulders while he pressed you closer, fingers clenching the fabric of your shirt.
āL-Leonā!ā you gasped.
āShut up,ā he panted softly against your lips, claiming them again and again. āJust let me. Please.ā
It was almost instinctiveāyour lips moving against his while his hands mapped your body with desperate need. All you could focus on was himāhis scent, his warmth, and how his tongue had sinfully tangled with yours.
You never expected Leon to kiss like this. Never expected him to be this assertive, for someone who had always been gentle with you. This was only one damned kiss, and it was already weakening your defenses, desire already pooling in your center as you both gave in.
Every pass of his palms against exposed skin. Every drag of his tongue. Every shudder he gave while you palmed his chest as you leaned closer.
You knew there was no going back nowānot when you had finally accepted that this was exactly where you wanted to be.
You let out a soft whine of protest when he parted from you, resting his forehead against yours as he caressed your jaw. His breathāheavy and warmātickled your lips as he watched you with dilated pupils.
āTell me you want this,ā he murmured. āTell me you want me just as much as I do.ā
You could feel the hem of your tucked-in shirt being pulled out of your pants as calloused fingertips began to trace patterns across your skin. Hesitation nearly seized you again until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. In an instant, you were beneath him, his arms caging you in.
His face was prettily flushed, the soft strands of his hair slightly disheveled. And those eyesāthose beautiful eyes that you had grown to adore so ardentlyāstared at you pleadingly, as though you were the only woman he would ever love.
There was absolutely no way you could refuse.
āI want this.ā Your breathy tone nearly made Leon groan, his hips instinctively bucking against you.
āYeah?ā he murmured shakily against your jaw. Your breath fanned warmly against his ear.
āI want this,ā you repeated. āI want you.ā
What followed was a blur of heat. He slotted himself between your legs first, leaving open-mouthed kissesāclumsy and wetāacross your skin without a single thought. Your skin buzzed pleasantly with every caress, and it didn't take long for your clothes to be stripped away from you, piece by piece.
He had seen you in combat gear, in bloodstained clothes, and in every state imaginable: exhausted, amused, furious, and vulnerable. But he had never seen you like thisāflushed, bare, and vulnerable. Somehow, you looked even more beautiful.
He had only managed to hike your shirt up enough to reveal your lace-clad breasts, but even that was enough to make him salivate at the sight. He couldnāt help but slip his palm beneath one cup to give the supple flesh a firm squeeze, and he was rewarded with a whispery mewl.
He could feel himself twitching in the confines of his pants, and he wasted no time tugging the bra up and flicking his tongue against one of your nipples. Every swirl over the pebbled nub made you shudderāand almost instinctively, you squished his face against your chest while his hands found the dip of your back, pulling you even closer.
āBeautiful,ā he whispered in between loud, obscene sucks. āYouāre so beautiful like this.ā
Your face burned harder, and immediately, he was already suckling on your other nipple. The light graze of his teeth made you quiver, and you swore you felt your pussy throb as pleasure shot through your now very willing body.
The faint clinking of your belt snapped you out of your daze. His fingers were fumbling with your belt, a frustrated groan escaping him in the process. You let out a quiet huff of amusement and instinctively reached down to help, but he caught your wrist quickly, giving his head a stubborn shake.
āNo. Let me. Wanna take care of you.ā
He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He trailed his mouth lower and lower as he successfully unbuckled your belt, prompting you to raise your hips. His hands gripped the waistband of your pants, and he tugged them down in a series of determined pulls.
Leonās eager gaze raked over your nearly naked form, his sight eventually snagging on your panties. There was already a damp patch in the center, clinging to your heat. He glanced at you for permission, and as soon as you gave a nod, he yanked you closer, your legs spreading wide while his breath fanned against your inner thighs.
The fabric was tugged aside. Without hesitation this time, he locked his gaze onto you and buried his tongue in your weeping hole.
āL-Leonā!ā
Fuck. You had absolutely no fucking business sounding like that.
The sudden surge of pleasure made you reel, moaning out louder than you wouldāve expected. But a small, irritated growl rumbled from his chest, and his mouth latched onto the swollen nub again.
His tongue was relentless, erratically alternating between lapping your weeping slit and soothing your clit after every hard suck where his teeth had grazed the sensitive flesh.
āSlow downā!ā you cried out, hands flying to his head in an attempt to make him pull away.
Both your wrists were caught by his hand, and he continued to feast on you while your hips and thighs began to tremble. Every flick and prod tore a gasp from your now bitten-red lips. Seeing you so utterly drowned in pleasure made Leon hum against your delicate flesh, and with his other hand, he began to drag two fingertips along your opening while his mouth focused on your clit.
Then, fingers slowly plunged into you.
āShit, look at youā¦ā He rasped between suckles. āYouāre so wet for me.ā
You could only whimper in response, a tremble racking through you with every scissoring motion of his fingers between each pump. Quite frankly, he had no idea what he was doing, just relying on the delightful sounds you made. And from what he was hearing, he knew he was doing things right, and he began to confidently increase his pace.
The sudden tempo almost made you scream, had you not bitten your lip. Soft squelches soon joined the chorus of sounds, and Leon felt a surge of pride swell in his chest. He had to grind his arousal against the mattress in an attempt to soothe his need. Your sweet scent, your voice, your tasteāhe wanted you so bad it hurt.
But he wanted to wreck you first. He needed you to cum on his tongue. And he would do so like his life depended on it.
You were already a puddle, and you felt your nerves ignite with every drag and curl of his fingertips against your soft, spongy spot. Through bleary vision, you watched him devour every drop of your juices with a shameless slurp right from your hole before fucking you again with his fingers. He could feel itāyour walls were beginning to flutter. Your expression melted into an erotic gasp as you inched closer and closer to your release.
āYouāre too good at thisāfuck!ā you cried out after one particularly hard suck on the sensitive nub that made your toes curl. āDonāt stop. Donāt fucking stopā¦!ā
Leon nearly growled at how desperate you sounded. Still, he kept his rhythm steady just as you liked it, hitting the spots that were now making you mewl. Heat rapidly gathered into a tight coil, and soon it finally burst.
Your eyes rolled back, and your back arched.
It started with a single violent tremble of your hips, and then stronger, consecutive waves until you couldnāt control it anymore. Leon had to pin you down at your lower belly while he continued, focusing on coaxing your first climax for the night.
Your thighs clamped hard against both sides of his head, a shuddered whimper pouring out of your lips. Your eyes were shut tightly, hands desperate to hold onto him while your walls spasmed impossibly tight around his fingers, followed by a gush of your release.
Shit. So thatās how youāll feel when the two of you go all the way.
The thought of him being clenched like that was enough to make him groan against your now cum-slicked folds. With a hazy, awestruck look at your flustered state, his mind began to wander to a very dangerous thought.
How many times could he make you cum tonight?
Never mind that. Would he even survive all of those rounds?
Meanwhile, your chest rose with every deep breath as you stared at the ceiling blankly, a very satisfied yet embarrassed smile slowly worming its way onto your lips. Leon retracted his fingers, licking each digit clean while watching the viscous, clear liquid of your release trail down from your hole all the way to the sheets. Instinctively, he took another tentative lick at the droplet, which made your hips twitch in pure delight.
Once you were cleaned, Leon looked up at you, still panting heavily.
āGood?ā
The question was so earnest that you couldnāt help but snort. āYou just made me cum, and thatās what youāre asking?ā
His face flushed even harder, a shy laugh automatically escaping him. You let out a soft, giddy giggle in return, pulling him into another kiss. This time, you were the one who took control, your tongue sliding against his until the surprised sound he made vibrated against your lips.
Your hands wandered down his chest, catching on the hem of his shirt.
āOff.ā
A crooked grin tugged at his lips. āBossy.ā
You huffed in mock offense as he tugged it over his head and tossed it aside. Your gaze moved over the familiar lines of his body, the heat in your gaze fading at the scars scattered across his skin. Decisively, you leaned forward and kissed one. Leonās breath hitched at every contact, dazed and just watching you.
ā...Yes?ā Your voice snapped him out of his trance.
āNothing.ā
āYou sure?ā
He exhaled through his nose.
āJust didnāt expect you to do that.ā
You kissed another scar, then traced your lips along the faint stretch marks left by months of intense training.
āWhy not?ā You placed your lips on another patch of skin. He leaned down for a peck first to your forehead.Ā
āāCause Iām the one who should be doing the kissing,ā he complained heatlessly, smooching you again afterward. He cupped your face and pressed himself against you with a rude buck of his hips against your exposed core. Followed by another. And another. Until he decided to part his mouth from yours, just staring at you while he ground his erection against your heat.
āFeel that?ā he breathed out with a grin. A sudden hard grind prompted you to swat his arm with a gasp, breaking into a chortle after.
āNaughty.ā
āThought you liked naughty.ā He chuckled against your neck, breathing into your ear. āSince you moaned my name several times earlier.ā
A full giggle escaped you the moment he started peppering the unmarked skin of your neck and chest.
āAre you going to hold that over my head forever?ā
āAbsolutely.ā
āYouāre insufferable.ā
āMmhmm. Yet here you are.ā
You pushed at his shoulder, but he only grinned, catching your wrist and pressing another kiss to your palm. Then, your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip, fingertips tracing the waistband of his pants. For one glorious second, you watched the thought visibly cross his face.
You gave him a reassuring glance, and in no time, his belt had been deftly undone, your fingers easily popping the button of his pants. Your eyes were locked with his, and you fully stripped both of your underwear this time, tossing it somewhere in the room.
āMay I?ā you asked softly, making his breath hitch. He always knew you were hot. But he never knew it was possible for him to get even harder, until you decided to whisper huskily in his ear. He gulped, nodding faintly, and the cooler air began to nip against his groin as both his pants and boxers were stripped from him. His dick sprang up the moment his waistband reached his mid-thigh, and he impatiently kicked it off.
You, however, were staring at him below.
You slowly glanced up at him, your pupils evidently blown out after that sight, while your hand was gingerly stroking him. His elbows nearly gave way, and he gripped the pillow tightly. A fingertip swirled around the tip, smearing the oozing precum all over the head.
āFuck, youāre so hard for me,ā you crooned. He let out a strangled groan when you began to gently squeeze him between gentle pumps, his composure slipping further with every second.
āJesus,ā he breathed, shaking his head. āYou really donāt play fair, do you?ā
That earned him a peck on the jaw. āNope.ā
āWait,ā he choked out. Immediately, you stopped.
āToo much?ā
āNo!ā he quickly answered, making you raise a brow. He swallowed, cheeks flushed as he tried to collect himself. āJustā¦ I need a second.ā
You watched him reach for the bedside table for his wallet, his movements suddenly more careful despite how badly he was trying not to seem overwhelmed. Instinctively, you reached for his wrist.
āYou donāt need to.ā
He slowly looked back at you. āYou serious?ā
āYeah. Iām on the pill,ā you said softly. āAnd, wellā¦ I want to feel all of you. If youāre alright with that.ā
āā¦God.ā
He chortled under his breath, almost in disbelief, rubbing a hand over his face.
āYou have no idea what you just did to me.ā
His lips were on yours again, and your words died on your tongue.
It wasnāt gentler this time around. If anything, it was even sloppier than the first one, all desperate smiles between smooches and shaky laughs as he cupped your face like he was terrified youād disappear if he let go.
āā¦Youāre unbelievable,ā he mumbled against your lips.
āYeah?ā
āI spent months thinking you didnāt want me.ā
āI know,ā you murmured. āAnd Iām sorry for pushing you away.ā
He rested his forehead against yours.
āI know.ā His thumb brushed your cheek. āI was so angry. And I wanted to stay angry. Wouldāve made this a hell of a lot easier.ā
His smile faded, and your chest tightened.
āā¦But then you looked at me like you always do when youāre trying not to cry. And I realized I donāt actually want an apology.ā He swallowed. āI just want you. Really, thatās all.ā
āYouāre impossible,ā you let out a choked sob, though there wasnāt an ounce of annoyance behind it anymore. You surged forward, cupping his face with both hands and kissing him.
Because after all the bullshit youāve put him through, you were grateful that he stayed. And this time, youād do the same.
For a moment, he looked atrociously nervous, biting his lip as the blunt tip grazed your folds. Your slickness coated him with every gentle rub, and with one of your legs slowly wrapping around his waist, he slowly pushed himself in.
Snug. Scorching. So utterly sopping wet that it oozed around him as he inched himself forward.
āO-ohā¦ā His jaw slackened, watching himself settle in you and letting his attention flit back to your face.
It started slow at first, with you cooing small, reassuring words of encouragement. But every slight drag of his shaft against your tight walls made him throb almost painfully, and he desperately tried to fight off the impending orgasm that was fast approaching him. For fuck's sake, he hadn't even started yet. It would be embarrassing for him to go all the way inside and cum right away.
āLeon?ā
āWait,ā he heaved. His forehead dropped to yours, gritting his teeth as if he were trying to wrestle his own body into obedience. A strained chuckle escaped him. āShitā¦ I donāt think Iām gonna last.ā
Slowly, you reached up, brushing a loose strand of blond hair away from his face until he had no choice but to look at you.
āHey.ā
Blue eyes finally met yours, filled with embarrassment and apology.
āYou donāt have to get everything right the first time.ā Your thumb stroked his cheek. āYouāve never stopped tryingānot in training, not on missionsā¦ā A small smile tugged at your lips. āā¦not with me.ā
His expression softened.
āā¦I think thatās why I fell in love with you.ā
He laughed once, breathless and disbelieving.
āYou really picked now to tell me?ā
āFigured nearly dying was a decent motivator.ā
āYouāre insane.ā
āSo Iāve been told.ā
His thumb brushed your face gently.
āIām not letting you push me away again.ā
āYou wonāt have to; I can promise you that,ā you chuckled fondly, pausing and giving him a hopeful stare. āIf youād still have me.ā
The tension finally left his shoulders, his lips curling with quiet relief.
āā¦Always.ā
You answered by pulling him into another kiss, no longer out of desperation, but with the certainty that it was completely mutual.
He drew himself out all the way to the tip before slamming back in. And again. And once more. Until he slowly established a rhythm that made both of you mumble sweet nothings against each otherās lips.
āF-fuckā¦ IāI think Iām gonnaāAghā!ā
His hips stuttered, and he shot thick, hot ropes of his seed inside you, his thighs trembling while he let out a loud, staggered gasp. Your heart thundered in your chest despite his early release. He was about to utter his usual apology, but you quickly claimed his lips and moved your hips.
āKeep going, baby,ā you purred gently against his lips. āYou can do that for me, yeah? Youāre doing so wellā¦ā
He let out a strangled moan, hands instantly gripping your hips. āS-shitā! God, you feel so good. So fucking goodā!ā
āYeah?ā you cooed. āYou can cum inside me as much as you want if you need to.ā
He shifted slightly, resting your legs against his thighs. āYou really mean that?ā
āYesāFUCK!ā You screamed out as he set a brutal pace without warning. The bed creaked audibly while you clawed against his back as you sobbed wantonly with every thrust. He then buried his face on your neck, kissing the root of your ear.
āYou feel amazing,ā he whispered drunkenly. āNeed more of you. Wanna make you feel so good you cum again.ā
Fuck, the mere sight of him ramming himself into you despite his earlier release, how utterly desperate he was to have you falling apart on his cock, was everything youād ever need.
āMoreā¦ā You urged. Warm hands mapped your sides while yours restlessly palmed every part of him you could reach. Youād never felt this stretched and full, and his hips maintained a strong, steady pace. You shouldāve known heād adjust quickly. He was, after all, one of the best trainees youāve ever taughtāand now that became your untimely undoing.
āD-does it feel better now?ā He panted, grunting whenever he thrust hard enough for your vision to blank out for a second. He tried angling his entry in different ways as subtly as he could, and the blunt tip eventually slammed against that one spongy spot that made you clamp deliciously around him.
āLeonā! Fuck, right there!ā You wailed, trembling, sheer pleasure racking through your body with every frantic pump. You could only lay there helpless while Leon panted close to your ear.
āGod, youāre incredible,ā he swallowed thickly while you hooked your legs around his waist once more.
He couldnāt stop. Fuck, he really couldnāt even if he wanted to. Not when you were so prettily accepting of whatever he was earnestly giving to youāevery inch, every drop, and every bit of him that he could offer.
āāām so closeā¦ So closeā¦!ā He forced through his teeth, trying his best not to release too soon again. You gently pushed him up, spitting on your fingers and then rubbing your clit.
āKeep going,ā you commanded through a strained, hazy tone. āWanna cum with you. You can do that for me, yeah?ā
Leon nearly choked out a sob, nodding frantically. That familiar fluttering of your walls was starting again, and this time, he was determined to at least outlast you this round.
āT-thatās itāfuck!ā The moan that you cried out made his cock twitch. Your back arched at the sensation, face contorting into nothing but sheer bliss.
The slap of wet skin grew filthier by the second, warmth blooming from your center to your body with every flick of your fingers and slam of his hips. āDonāt stopā¦ Donāt fucking stopāoh!ā
With one final slam, you came undone with a cry of his name, toes curling while he was engulfed in spasms of hot, velvety clenches. Only then did Leon allow himself to finally cum, a ragged gasp tearing from him at how your walls milked him of every single drop of his release.
Strong hands held you in place, still spurting every thick drop of his milky release within your pussy. A ragged whimper spilled from his lips, eyes cracking open at you, who was just as gone as he was.
āI love you.ā
The words were said so sincerely it genuinely made you giggle, and you leaned over to kiss him fully on the lips. āI love you more.ā
You scooted over, and the mattress dipped at your side. Both of you just stared at the ceiling.
The ceiling stared back at both of you with an infuriatingly comedic calm.
After everything that had just happenedāafter months of restraint had finally given way to something raw and inevitableāits bland, unchanging whiteness felt almost needed as a reset to your nervous system. The room was still. The rain against the windows had softened into a low, distant hush. Beside you, Leon was still warm from where he had pressed himself against you, his breathing finally easing into his usual baseline.
You could feel the weight of him at your sideāand the weight of what had changed. What had happened between you tonight could very well make or break the situation, depending on how you played your cards from this point onward.
Honestly, youād rather look at the ceiling than talk about it. But duty deemed it necessary.
The line wouldāve been a total buzzkill to anyone in a post-sex haze, but Leon merely let out a hum of understanding. He was aware of what they had doneāwell, aside from the phenomenal rompābut your worries made sense. Still, the implications did not stop him from reaching out to you.
āYet. We cannot tell anyone yet,ā he corrected. You gave him a wry smirk, and his fingers intertwined with yours.
āI just wished it were easier for us,ā you sighed. āBut Iām not risking anyone getting shitty ideas about you. About us. You know how the rumorsāll go, right? And the goddamn headache with the paperwork too.ā
His brow furrowed. āHey. You werenāt biased. I was the one who chased you.ā
āAnd you've done well. All the more reason I want to protect this. Especially you.ā Your thumb brushed over the back of his hand tenderly. āYouāve earned everything yourself, and Iām not letting gossip ruin all of that.ā
Silence loomed over the room. Then, with that maddening softness of his, he let out a chuckle. He was looking at you with the faintest curve of a smile, all warmth and lingering disbelief. āThere you go again.ā
āWhat?ā
āYou have a very interesting way of saying you love me.ā
Heat climbed up your neck, and you sputtered out a mild cough. The additional slap on his arm got a breathy laugh out of him, his grin far too genuine and fond for the amount of damage he was capable of doing with it. Then, his eyes went back to the blank gypsum above.
āYāknowā¦ Itās almost kind of funny.ā Leon broke the silence while you turned toward him. āThe whole reassignment thing. I donāt mind it at all now.ā
āYeah?ā
āNot much hell to prepare for if weāre no longer instructor and trainee, if you think about it.ā The corner of his lips ticked up. āGuess I owe you a proper candlelit dinner when everythingās settled.ā
You huffed out a laugh. āAt least thatās one thing I didnāt fuck up.ā
The sudden toss toward you made the mattress dip. Unexpectedly, Leon cupped your face, making you turn toward him.
āDonāt beat yourself up over what you did,ā he said gently. In turn, you pinched his cheek, much to his chagrin.
āThat wonāt stop me from trying to make up for all that crap I did.ā
āI know,ā he snorted. āYou always do that. Like that time when you hit me too hard during a morning session and gave me that fruit cup you really liked.ā
You groaned loudly, shielding your face while he snickered before hugging and pinching your sides. Your protesting whines soon dissolved into gasps and giggles, eventually settling into a warm pile of blankets and comforting cuddles.
Contentment washed over you, and you huddled closer to Leon, who kissed the crown of your head. It was one of those moments when you silently cherished the stillness, with the rain still hammering against the window panes and his breathing slowly making you more at ease. You rarely had such days of indulgence, but with Leon, you were more than willing to shed your armor of discipline even if it was just for a little while longer.
Then, almost as if nature heard your thoughts, the downpour had evolved from bad to biblical. The torrential rain had completely blurred out the world outside. With a sigh, you pressed your cheek back on Leonās chest.
āGuess weāre stuck here for a while,ā you mumbled, a fingertip gingerly tracing his muscles while his thumb traced lazy circles along your arm.
āMm.ā His fingers idly traced circles against your arm. āTragic.ā
You snorted. āYouāre enjoying this.ā
āNo, no. Not at all.ā
You tipped your head up at him, already suspicious, while a very eager gleam twinkled in his eyes. The pink already creeping into his ears was a dead giveaway, along with that insufferably adorable boyish grin that was beginning to form on his face.
"So..." He scratched the back of his neck, tryingāand failingāto look casual with a very suspiciously fake cough. "...one more round?"
Your only response was a mischievous grin.
Leon barely had time to react before you pounced on him, his startled yelp immediately swallowed by a very enthusiastic smooch. The bed protested with an indignant creak beneath the sudden impact.
And just like that, the night became one of HR violations, secret fraternization, and, most importantly, finally embracing your feelings for the man you would always love.
the first time leon sees you in his shirt it happens naturally. the morning after sex; it was the closest thing to you so you could run to the bathroom. and hes unsure he ever wants you to wear anything else. not only because of the sense of possessiveness (he's only human) but also just the way you look so comfortable in it. lounging around in bed, making coffee, watering your plants. it has him laying you out on the couch an hour later. again, in the middle of the afternoon, against the kitchen counter; his shirt shoved up around your waist after he'd hugged you and found his own scent clinging to your neck. he's like a rabid dog.
the next time you wear his shirt, and the few times after, maybe he makes it a much easier feat for you. maybe he purposefully tosses it next to your side of the bed, lays it over the back of a chair. leaves one or two shirts in your laundry. the experiment has excellent results when he comes over one night and you open the door, fresh from a shower, with his well-worn alice in chains shirt front and center. he wonders if this is what you mean when you say you get cuteness aggression.
because he can't help the way his hands slip under the hem so easily. landing on your bare skin, your curves and waist and hips and handles, the boxy rectangle sheltering your form so easy to shove his greedy palms underneathā another perk of this outfit.
and when you reach up on your toes to get something from the very top of the pantry? and the bottom of the shirt rides up just enough to give him a peek of your ass? the sweet curve of where your butt meets your thighs? it's all over. he's on you like a hungry wolf.
to celebrate our resident best boy's birthday, i wrote a fluffy drabble i hope you guys enjoy! for ygbo readers, it fits into the story's AU as a glimpse into their future but for new readers, this works as a standalone piece as well š
cw: fluff, maybe teenie tiny bit of angst, fem!reader, 3rd pov, leon pov, birthday celebration, kissing, canon compliant, pre re9
word count: 1.7k
thank you @sammimi19 for proofreading and capturing those lovely screenshots š
Leon takes special care to turn the keys in the lock as slowly as possible when he comes home past midnight. Once the door is pushed open with a silent creak, he steps inside as quiet as a mouse, removing his shoes and hanging his jacket without a sound. He almost looks like he is sneaking around on some spying mission, but in reality, he is simply doing his very best not to wake the fellow residents of his home. The love of his life, and the two children he cares for more than anything in the world.
With his socks muffling his steps, he walks on his tiptoes, like a cat, in the direction of his bedroom, ready to pass out after a three-day mission in the middle of nowhere. When, his gaze lands on the shape of a sleeping figure on the living room sectional, visible under the moonlight filtering through the blinds. He pauses, suddenly feeling his chest tighten at the sight of her, curled onto her side with a light blanket, snoring softly like a baby.
A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and heās moving closer before he can stop himself, coming to a stop once he looms over her slumbering form. That's when he notices the silk dress adorning her body. Heās not completely certain due to the dim light, but he thinks it's navy blueāhis favorite color. Only then does Leon remember the special occasion for which his wife would dress up so nicely, and he feels his heart skip a beat. It seems he has completely forgotten about his own birthdayāa repeated offense on his part.
He sits by her side with an exhale, like her thoughtfulness has rendered him breathless, or maybe it's the fact he can never bring himself to keep his distance for too long. Either way, it's only a matter of time before he's softly brushing calloused fingers against her cheek, unable to resist the urge to touch the one person he could give up everything for. Years and years of marriage, two children, countless memories, and she is still his one forever companion. His partner.
āLeon?ā she suddenly whispers, her eyes fluttering open to meet his through the streaking moonlight.
āSorry, didn't mean to wake youā¦ā he murmurs apologetically, cupping her face with reverent tenderness. āI got home too late again, didn't I?ā
āNo,ā she shakes her head immediately, already shifting to sit up. āYou said youād be late, I just got too excited with the kids.ā
āThe kids?ā He arches an eyebrow, his hand dropping to her waist where his thumbs rubs soothing circles. Sometimes he feels a bit embarrassed over the way heās constantly touching her, but he canāt help it. The feel of her warmth under his palms is grounding.
She smiles sheepishly with a small chuckle, leaning into his touch. āWe baked you a cakeā¦ Not the nicest looking thing considering toddlers made it, but they put a lot of love into it. Theyāll be stoked in the morning when you pretend it's the best thing you've ever tasted.ā
An overwhelming warmth blooms in Leonās chest at the news, prompting him to hold her closer, with both arms around her now. āYou made me a cake? And you dressed up, and waited for me? Sweetheart, you really didn't have to... I would have been happy with a card.ā
āI know. But you deserve more than a card. It's not every day my handsome husband turns forty-nine, you know.ā
Her soft smile makes his heart stutter, and he can't stop himself anymore from pressing his lips to hers in a desperate kiss. Passionate, earnest, and filled with love, he doesn't pull away until she gently pushes on his broad shoulders, panting against his mouth.
āCan I give you your gift?ā
āThere's a gift too? I thought that you in this dress were the gift...ā
She chuckles, kissing his cleft chin before shrugging playfully. āWhat can I say? Iām generous like that.ā
āOkay, gorgeous. Show me your gift.ā
She stands excitedly, granting him a look at the enticing way the blue fabric clings to her figure once the blanket slips off her. She then eclipses herself into the bedroom, leaving him to sit there alone in the silence of the night.Ā
Leon takes the moment to close his eyes in grateful thought, his silver streaked hair falling down on his right temple. Twenty-six years ago, when his life changed forever on that one gruesome night, he never thought he would know true happiness ever again. Fight after fight, each one pushing him further than the last, each one eating more at his soul, until he's left as empty as a shell.
But then, there is her.Ā
When everything is stripped away, when his very sanity is on the brink of collapse, he thinks of her loving voice, her adoring eyes, her reverent touchā¦ And suddenly, everything is alright with the world again.Ā
As if summoned by his aching heart that has already missed her presence, she returns with a small gift bag held behind her back, and a bouquet of flowers in the other hand. She pauses just to turn on the small lamp on the corner table, illuminating both of their faces in a warm light, before turning to him with a grin.
āThese first, my good sir,ā she smiles, elated, as she hands him the arrangement of yellow, white, and blue petals.
Leon feels his breath hitch for a moment as he gratefully takes the bouquet, murmuring an emotional āthank you, babyā as if it's the first time she's bought him some. It's not. But it makes his heart pound out of his ribcage every single time.
āAlright, are you ready for the real deal?ā
āAs ready as Iāll ever be, kiddo.ā
She giggles at his response, attempting to keep her voice quiet despite her obvious excitement as she hands him the bag. Leon stares up at her with his ice blues for a moment, just to take in her happy expression. Then, suddenly, heās pulling her with a strong, flexing arm around her waist, settling her on his lap with ease.
āWanna open it together,ā he mutters with a kiss to her jaw. He doesnāt need an excuse to bring her closer, he just likes to pretend he has one.
With his arms encircling her midsection, he pulls out a square box from the bag with curiosity, shaking it next to his ear with a playful smile in an attempt to guess its contents. She laughs at that, then urges him to open it quickly, which he does with a happy grin.
Finally, the reason for her excitement is revealed when the shiny quadrant of a wristwatch glimmers in the warm light. All black, stainless steel, and with a wing motif engraved on the dial. It's brandedāHamiltonāand he can already guess it was quite the pricey purchase.
āBaby, what did I say about buying me expensive things?ā he huffs.
āNot this again,ā she rolls her eyes at him. āIāll buy you all the expensive gifts my heart pleases, and there's nothing you can do about it. Will you at least take it out of the box first before complaining?ā
āIām not complaining, Iām just saying you don't have to spend so much on māā
Heās interrupted by a rough peck to his plump lips, before his attacker chuckles. āJust shut up and take it out.ā
āYes, maāam.ā
Once the watch is out of its containment, Leon can admire it more closely, turning it in his hands with focus as he takes in every detail of luxurious craftsmanship. He already knows it will be something he wears again and again, not only because it fits his taste, but also because he can't wait to parade around her gift. Like a branding on his wrist that proves to him that even he gets to be loved and celebrated.
He can feel her eyes on his stubbled face as he observes the present, and he knows there's something more to it that she isn't saying yet. That's when he turns the object in his hands and finds something on the caseback. Engraved names; his, hers, and the childrenās. All encircled in a heart like the cheesiest little display of love one can ever come up with.Ā
āHappy birthday, honey,ā his perfect wife murmurs gently to the detriment of his big, soft heart.
Leon feels like he could cry. And his eyes do in fact water no matter how much he tries to stop them, which urges her to hug him tightly with kisses to his neck.
āI love you so much,ā she murmurs, muffled, āIām so grateful for you.āĀ
āI knowā¦ I love you too, sweetheart. None of this would be worth it without you.ā He pulls back, shiny eyes filled with reverence as he cups her face. āThank you, it's perfect.ā
She brings a hand up to wipe at the corners of his wet eyes, blinking her own tears away with a smile. āSo it's technically not your birthday anymore, but you still get to make a wish.ā
āYouāll allow it?ā he chuckles softly, his voice still rough with emotion.
āI told you, Iām very generous.ā
Leon looks down at the watch in his grasp, the flowers on his side, and the beautiful woman on his lap, and he feels like there's nothing more in the world he could wish for. Itās a euphoric feeling like no other, knowing that no matter what, he was able to attain what most spend their lives chasingātrue contentment. He slips off the watch on his wrist to put on the new one with endearing focus, testing its weight on his skin with a hum. Unsurprisingly, it's a perfect fit. Just like her weight on his lap, and her lips against his.
Finally, heās ready to give his answer with a heart full and a playful smile on his tired face. āI want forty-nine kisses.ā
The laugh that emanates from her has the lines on the corners of his eyes crinkling as he mirrors it. Their soft chuckles mix into what sounds like a perfect harmony to his ears, and he pulls her closer to press her chest to his fully in a tight embrace. He then reaches for a hydrangea amongst the bouquet, a tiny blue flower that he tucks behind her ear with a lovesick smile, knowing fully how mushy he must seem.
āWhat do you say, beautiful? Will you make my wish come true?ā
āHmmā¦ Yeah. I think I can fit it into my schedule.ā
actually fully emo over this imaginary man turning 49 knowing he is soon going to be facing the bs from requiem, ugh my heart! š i love this not so little guy so much, he brings me so much joy everyday and has helped me to meet so many awesome people and make lovely friends
Leon will ask you lots of questions about how youāre feeling to make sure everything went smoothly. He loves to hold you close in his strong, protective embrace, run his fingers through your silky locks, and lie there, enjoying each otherās company in the silent stillness.
B - Body Part
Leon adores your neck, and especially loves leaving crimson marks of his love and devotion there, drawing quiet sighs of pleasure from you. Kennedy doesnāt overlook your tummy eitherāthe one you often feel self-conscious about, whereas Leon finds it very beautiful, feminine, and sexy. He loves to slowly trace a trail of kisses starting from your neck and ending at your belly, showering it with long, tender kisses from all sides.
C - cum
Leon takes your health very seriously and doesnāt want to get caught up in unpleasant and unwanted consequences. He prefers to finish inside a condom or, as a last resortāif the situation doesnāt allow for protectionāto ejaculate on your stomach or lower back, depending on the position.
D - dirty secret
Sometimes he wants you to take the initiative, and for a moment, Leon lets go of his constant control and desire to play it safe. He wants you to set the pace yourself with your voluptuous hips; to be confident and leave crimson marks on his neck.
E - experience
Leon doesnāt have a lot of experienceābefore you, heād only been in a couple of relationships. His job didnāt allow him to give himself fully, which is why he sought love so earnestly. However, that doesnāt stop him from being a worthy man in bedāKennedy knows enough to make you surrender to pleasure.
F - favorite position
Leon needs to watch your face during the act to notice all kinds of changes in your emotions and body language. And eye contact brings a certain arousal and a feeling of deep love. Thatās why he loves it when you lie on your back, with your graceful legs resting on his strong, broad shoulders. During deep but gentle thrusts, he loves to cover your ankles with kisses and caress them.
G - goofy
Kennedy is extremely serious during sex. Itās important to him that everything goes well and is enjoyable for you. In these moments, he wonāt be cracking jokes; instead, heāll be focused solely on giving pleasure to both of you. For him, sex is something captivating, sensual, and incredibly seriousāsomething that creates an undeniable bond.
H - hair
Leon prefers to leave a strip of hair below his belly button and trim it a bit for comfort. As for your hair, he couldnāt care less. It doesnāt matter to him whether you shave it all off until itās perfectly smooth or prefer to leave it. For him, the most important things are your comfort and desire.
I - intimacy
Leon is quite romanticāor rather, he tries to be, because he knows how much you like it. He can take a long time to build up to sex, starting with light teasing or romantic gestures throughout the day, slowly stoking the flame and desire.
J - jack off
Since you came into his life, this need has disappeared. Leon rarely resorts to masturbation, except when heās far from home. At such times, the longing can become unbearable, forcing him to resort to it to relieve the tension and at least mentally reconnect with you.
K - kink
One of Leonās main fetishes is having sex in front of a large mirror. He likes to turn you with your back to him and cover your shoulders and neck with bites and hickies, all while watching your expression: how your tender lips part in a silent moan, and a veil of lust reflects in your eyes. And when his large hand covers the most sensitive parts of your bodyāhe loves to watch your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
L - location
In addition to the usual rooms in the house, he likes to make love in both luxury hotels and roadside motels. Most often, this happens after grueling missions, when heās given a well-deserved rest. At moments like these, your intimacy begins almost at the doorstepā¦ Leon, with a special longing and passion, begins to shower you with eager kisses, pressing you against the wall of the room. He does this in an effort to soak in your scent, to become one with you, and to make sure youāre okay and wonāt disappear anywhere.
M - motivation
Strange as it may seem, Leon is turned on by your evening routine. Thereās something mesmerizing about the way you apply body lotion after your shower, making sure not to overlook the curves of your thighs. He loves to bury his face in your neck afterward, breathing in that pleasant, alluring scentā¦ itās his weakness.
N - no
Leon will never cross the line or hurt you. Heāll always go along with your desires and never do anything you donāt want. Heās also against intimacy in questionable places: outdoors, or anywhere where you could easily be discovered. Kennedy values safety and privacy, because only that allows him to fully relax.
O - oral
No intimate moment is complete without this kind of caress. Leon does this to you every time as foreplay, wanting you to fully relax and feel desired. His heated tongue will slowly, almost teasingly, trace your sensitive spot, while his hands gently caress your thighs. As for such caresses on your partāheāll never ask you for them, let alone beg for them. Everything depends entirely on your initiativeā¦ And if youāve taken the initiative and wish to return Kennedyās affection, he wonāt change your pace: his hand will rest lightly on your head just to stroke your silky hair and thereby āpraiseā you.
P - pace
It all depends on the mood, but he generally prefers a slightly rough yet slow pace. Thatās exactly what makes you feel incredible pleasure. Sometimes youāll ask him to pick up the pace, which Leon actively encourages.
Q - quickie
Leon isnāt a fan of quick sex, at least partly because in such cases he worries about whether youāre properly prepared and aroused. Kennedy is well aware of how important foreplay is before the act itselfāto get you warmed up and double the sensationsāso he tries to avoid it. But if you ask for it before Leon leaves on a long tripāhe wonāt be able to refuse when looking into those eyes, clouded by a veil of lust and love.
R - risk
Leon doesnāt like taking risks. Heās faced many throughout his life, and he doesnāt want to feel the rush of adrenaline that comes from knowing you might get caught. Heād rather āstick toā the beaten path than expose himself or you to any risk.
S - stamina
Leon has plenty of stamina, and itās easy to tell by his physical condition. He can make love to you for a long timeāeither several times in a row or throughout the dayāif, of course, you want to and arenāt exhausted from previous, exhausting lovemaking.
T - toys
Kennedy doesnāt mind using them, but he wonāt be the one to suggest buying them. If you want to experiment and try something new, heās all for it. After all, Leon sees this as just another way to give you pleasure.
U - unfire
If thereās plenty of time for sexāyes. He likes to tease you by kissing your neck, chest, and stomach, and running his hands over the inside of your thighs without quite reaching the most sensitive spot between your legs. Leon loves to see that dangerous, frustrated glint in your eyesāit brings a slight smile to his face.
āItās good for you, darling. The sensations will be so much more intenseā¦ā
V - volume
Leon is quiet. Sighs and barely audible moans may escape his lips. Only in a moment of release might a louder moan escape, which heāll muffle against the delicate curve of your neck.
W - wild card
Leon exhaled noisily as he watched your face flush with embarrassment. His hips set a rough yet smooth rhythm, making you moan louder and louder. You craned your neck, revealing the seductive curve of your flawless skin, while your wrists were held firmly yet gently by Kennedyās palm. A warmth was building in your lower abdomen, threatening to explode at any moment.
āLeonā¦,ā you drawled, closing your eyes against the overwhelming surge of emotion. It was impossible to hold back the sounds escaping your lips, so Leon leaned toward your ear and pressed his free hand over your mouth, muffling the moans that were far too loud and easily audible through the motelās cardboard walls.
āShh, shh, shh, quieterā¦ I curse these walls myself, but try to hold back a little,ā he said tenderly, quickening the movement of his hips. His rough eyes slid over your chest and sides, which were magically outlined by the warm light of the bedside lamp. The femininity and tenderness radiating from you made your head spin.
X - x-ray
About 16 centimetersāthe average, standard size thatās perfect for you. Thatās more than enough to take you to the peak.
Y - yearing
As heās gotten older, his desire isnāt as intense as it used to be, but Leon still craves you like crazy. Youāre guaranteed to get it on several times a week, but if you want more, Kennedy might resort to hand jobs and sweet kisses by the fireplace.
Z - zzz
Leon, who is constantly tormented by horrific nightmares, falls asleep quickly and dreamlessly after a satisfying night of intimacy. These are the moments when he can finally shed his oppressive burden and enjoy the silence of the night. Before he sinks into the embrace of sleep, heāll pull you close, gently tracing the curves of your back.
šš°. 375 words, gn!reader x leon kennedy, established relationship (married), post-requiem!leon
"Leon, look at this." You lean over, extending your arm to display the TikTok you'd just found.
Resting against the other arm of the couch was your husband, reading glasses slipping down his nose while his fingers tapped absent-mindedly against the spine of his book. He turned his head in your direction, craning his neck to set up a good angle to read whatever nonsense you were shoving in his face. With a sigh, he set the book down and shifted in place, getting comfortable again. He pulled his head back, furrowed his brows, and squinted at the screen. You couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Immediately, his eyes left the screen and flew to you. After years of marriage and even more dating, he knew when you were laughing at him and not something else.
"What?" He questioned suspiciously. His voice was low and soft, the tone reserved for peaceful Sundays with just the two of you; no work or worries permitted in the calm before another grueling work week. You grinned and shook your head.
"You're just silly, that's all." His mouth twitched but he didn't badger you for a better answer, returning to his position of trying to read the text on the screen you were still holding up. He finally took your phone from you, holding it a considerable distance from his face.
You lifted your now-freed hand and ran your fingers through his gray-streaked hair while admiring his wrinklesāyes, the ones from his dorky phone-viewing frown, but alsoāfrom all the years of stress and fear and hopelessness. His shirt rode up a bit, letting you see a sliver of soft tummy between it and his boxers. How lucky you were to have him sprawled on the couch, not a care in the world, looking like a midwestern dad attempting to comprehend whatever it was the cool kids were up to online these days. And, you supposed, he kind of was.
He pulled his reading glasses from his face with one hand, passing back your phone with the other. He did not appear impressed.
"So who is Cheesy Michael and what's the deal with his door? This seems like a waste of time."
Leon was so unbelievably cute.
š§šØšš. i have not been locked into writing and i apologize my life has been get high, eat, watch tiktok, think about leon š
leon kennedyās heart wasnāt immune to love, after all.
character: leon kennedy (re9),
content: leon kennedy is canonically awkward around women, so here is my take on what it would be like for him to fall in love.
leon was fine with living alone. he was also fine with coming back to an empty home after each mission, not expecting anything ā but that was until he met you. it caught him off guard, and he sure wasnāt even ready to fall for someoneā¦ not after decades of loneliness. but you were justā¦ you. young, smart, funny ā but most importantly, you loved life. and that was something leon found fascinating. itās the way your mood would instantly brighten because of a sunny day, how you would take a deep breath, a gentle smile spreading on your lips, when you stepped outside in the morning, how you would enjoy the smallest things in life, grateful to be alive. to him, you were the light guiding him through the darkness, leading him to a brighter future.
but because leonās brain doesnāt know the difference between fighting for his life and flirting with someoneā¦ things were a bit tricky for him. far from being a ladies man, he made terrible jokes, hoping some would eventually stick, and because you were someone that could be described as (very) easily amusedā¦ you would always laugh at them, anyway. and my god, your laughā¦ his one and only mission was to hear it again, and again. heās awkward, doesnāt really get your flirtatious attempts because heās old, a bit inexperienced in this field and he just canāt believe someone as pure as you would even be interested in himā¦ but god does he try to be good enough for you.
one thing with leon, is that he will remember every single thing you say. your car is doing those weird noises when you drive? the very next day heās standing there in front of your car, hood open, dirty hands digging in the mechanic. you mentioned your favorite flowers being peonies? soon enough there is a HUGE bouquet of peonies sitting in your arms, almost too big for you. you hate the cold? if heās inviting you over, heās setting his thermostat to 22Ā° celcius to make sure his place will be warm enough for you ā even if he, himself, prefers lower temperatures. he just wants to know everything about you: your hobbies, your favorite movie, your favorite book, what you like or donātā¦ and will memorize them all.
confessing to you wasā¦ challenging, to say the least. between the fear of being rejected, and the guilt of falling for someone much younger than him, leon felt like it was selfish of him to make a move, when you had your entire life ahead of you. but what he couldnāt see were the gentle glances, your hand pressing his ever so softly, the hope blooming in your eyes the closer the two of you get. so when he finally managed to gather enough courage to tell you about his feelings, it felt like the sun would never stop shining above you. it was clumsy, he would sometimes stutter over his own words because even if he is leon s kennedy the dso agent, heās also very vulnerable and completely unfamiliar with opening up. but you were patientā¦ as you always were. holding his hands with yours, thumbs gently rubbing the back of them, eyes never leaving his face. you didnāt try to rush him, didnāt cut him half sentence even if he was strugglingā¦ you just let him be. showing him you will always listen to him, that talking about his own feelings was more than alright. of course he told you about how he probably wasnāt the best choice, that you most definitely had dozens of men waiting for the smallest opportunitiesā¦ and that made you laugh. because, again, he couldnāt see how in love you were with him, since the very beginning. his worries all vanished when your lips met his in a gentle kissā¦ right after telling him you waited for this very day for the longest time.
heās grateful, too. so grateful to have you by his side ā because you taught him how to live. going to the cinema, enjoying a dinner at a local restaurant, cooking a delicious meal, hiking in the mountainsā¦ so many things he forbid himself from doing, swallowed by the guilt of surviving when his partners, his friends, fell. more importantly, he now has something to fight forā¦ someone to come back home to. and for the first time in forever, leon felt alive.
The reason Leon Kennedy works so well is because he is equal parts gentleman and deeply unwell, which means every sweet gesture comes with the undertone of a man trying very hard to hold himself together.
Like, because he's polite: he opens doors for you, walks on the outside of the sidewalk, remembers how you like your coffee
But because he's unwell: he checks every exit constantly, he needs to hear your voice after nightmares, little things become huge things with him
And that's the thing. The romance isn't that he would die for you. Lots of characters would die for you. The romance is that he's trying, every day, to live for you. And some days that is clearly the harder thing.
For example: you mention offhand that your car has been making a weird noise. Three days later he hands you the keys back and says, "Should be good now." You find out he spent his only free afternoon under the car teaching himself how to fix it from a repair manual because the thought of you breaking down alone on the side of the road made him physically ill. He never tells you that part. He just asks you to text him when you get home. Immediately. Every time. Forever.
A/N: love me an acts of service husband. Speaking of, today is my second wedding anniversary and I FORGOT hahahaha. I'm gonna be in trouble later. Guess he gets the oldest gift around *ties up hair in a scrunchie*
ik leon sneezes loud as fuck like it makes u flinch bcs heās deadass just yelling also his joints start popping loud as fuck anytime he gets up at age 32 #earlyonsetarthritis ALSO he snores when he sleeps on his side specifically so you donāt say anything when he forgets to take his insomnia medication ā¦ just uncouth & overstimulating
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
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