My name's Hannah and i enjoy video games. Also, I'm a furry at heart & love to draw! I am also Genderfluid āļøšāļø Looking to do commissions of fursonas... my FenWolf is named Angst & mated with Coaster the arctic tea fox. My life is quiet, until something exciting comes around... then i perk up and try to find it. I'm given nicknames such as Wolfie & Kyuubi-chan
I am Fen, also known as Loaf or Zion. I do furry commissions as well as trying to do human commissions (anime style). I do traditional & digital styles of art!
ā Will Draw:
Almost any species (birds, dinos, etc.)
SFW style art
MLP
Base fills (NSFW bases can be colored too)
āļø Won't Draw:
Mechs/animatronics
Animation
Gore
NSFW (including sexual themes)
Prices Are As Follows:
Traditional headshot/bust: $10 (shaded $15)
Digital: $10 (shaded $15)
Trad. half body: $15 (shaded $20)
Digital half body: $20 (shaded $25)
Price may change depending on complexity & I can only do SFW, sorry!! Thanks for the interest though!
Let me be clear, finished pieces can take several days to weeks depending on my queue & life. I CAN SAY NO!!
Summary : Okay, sure, maybe you had been a ālate bloomerā who had never kissed anyone, let alone had sex. But truth to be told, nobody had ever felt right enough for that. Then God knows how, you ended up with an older boyfriend named Leon S. Kennedy, who was way too patient, unfairly attractive, and somehow made everything feel right.
And on one moonlit night in your apartment you finally knew; okay maybe you did panic first; but you also knew; it was the moment to pop your cherry with him; because after all he was the man of your dreams.
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Genre : older!leon, age gap (dw reader is an adult and reader is in her mid 20s), smut, language, dirty talk, virginity, p in v, soft leon, multiple orgasm, fingering, oral!f recieving, squirting, a slight warning on body image issues, unprotected sex, no plot
Note ; Doing this oneshot, based on this request, thank you for giving me such a wonderful idea, anon, when I made the post about new ideas for oneshot keke :3 Also ignore any grammar issues or any sentence issues. Expect mistakes and badly written stuff š„²
"Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?" Leon's voice echoed in the silence of your apartment, a low rumble that vibrated in the air between you. He looked at you with an earnestness of longing that bordered on ache, his eyes meeting yours; yet searching for any flicker of doubt in them.
As you gaze at each other you realize there were things hanging in the air, unspoken truths and heavy desires that neither of you had dared to voice until now.
"Of...of course, I do, I want you leon, in every way," you whispered; and tried to force a smile, but your breathing betrayed you instantly. It came in shallow, jagged bursts, almost panicky. Slowly you shifted on his lap, straddling him on the couch, the friction of your underwear against his jeans; sending a jolt of electricity through your spine.
You also knew this was the moment, you had craved this for months, but as the reality settled in, your nerves tightened like a coiled spring. And now you felt like a ball of nerves instead.
Leon shakes his head with a small smile appearing on his face, "no, you are not", and he leans in pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, "you don't have to be ready for something you are not okay with", he murmured, his voice a calm anchor in the storm of your anxiety.
That instanly make you feel lighter then slowly his hands find your waist, his large palms spanning the curve of your hips. The touch was soft and sent a swarm of butterflies erupting in your lower belly, a wild, fluttering heat that made your toes curl. He didn't push, you, or force you; Instead, he pulled you closer crushing your chest against his.
Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, your chin dropping onto his shoulder as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He smelled of old leather, a hint of gunpowder, and a clean, masculine scent that was uniquely his.Ā
For a long moment, you just sat there. As Leon made slow, rhythmic circles on your waist, his touch soothing the jagged edges of your panic. You closed your eyes, focusing on the steady thrum of his heart beneath your ear.
Honestly that could be the end of it; you knew he was giving you an exit from this situation; because fear was overweighing the thrill you were feeling for him; but you also knew you wanted Leon in ways that was harmful, lustful or even more, dangerous, a craving that bypassed any reason. Then, suddenly in midst of your thoughts you felt it, the hard fabric of his jeans, his erection throbbed against the dampness of your own underwear. The sensation was a lightning strike. Your entire body flared hot, and a sudden, searing heat that pooled between your thighs. God, he wanted you.
The realization that he was fighting his own urges just to ensure your comfort made the desire even more potent. At that moment something primal broke in your chest. Because you knew now you you wanted him even more.
"Leon--" you start, pulling yourself back a little as your remain seated in his lap; as you do his grip on your waist loosens a little, and you gaze at him with eyes filled with yearning that was burning you too, slowly you guide your hands up to his hair and run it through them; your fingers curling around his blonde strands; tugging them gently.
As he looked at you; your eyes dripped with need and he felt his erection throb against you making him lose a little composure he was trying to control; so, instead leon coughed, "sweetheart--I think i should g-" He started to move, to shift you off his lap, but he stopped dead when he saw the look on your face. Now it was his turn to panic, his breath hitching as he realized there was no turning back. You nodded shakily, swallowing hard, and before he could utter another word of caution, you closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss him.
Leon was wide-eyed for a moment, before finally letting himself melt into the kiss; he captures your lips in that soft manner that made your blood run even warmer than you never even knew that was possible; or maybe a kiss like this was even possible or felt like a door to another world; slowly leon tongue slides his tongue into your mouth, trying desperately to seek yours; and you groan into his mouth, a small needy sound that escaped your throat; His grip tightened on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to pull back for a second, his voice strained. "Sweetheart, that was your first kā"
You nod breathing heavily your hands still in his hairs, and spoke between wet frantic kisses, "I... want you... leon.." you groan again in your mouth, the sound almost raw.
"if you speak" he breathes, "like.. this" leon murmurs dazily against your lips "i wont be able to stop." He finally said deepening the kiss.
You pull back a little, "i dont want you to..." thats all he needed to hear; as he finally leans into you and deepens the kiss again; any softness that he held was now replaced by messy hungriness that felt like collison of fear and desire. his hands start to travel across every inch of your body exolploring your every inch with new found intensity, "leon.." you breath, trying to pull back just to catch you breath but instead he doesnt let you go; pulling you deeper and nibbling on your swollen lower lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of it, making tiny little sounds escape your throat.
Slowly his hands reached beneath your shirt; but still he doesn't pull away from the kiss. the sudden contact of his warm palms against your skin making you gasp, then he stuck his thumb on the edge of your bra before pulling it up and freeing your breasts from the lace conpletely his large hands cups the soft, plump mounds of your chest. "Fuck, they fit perfectly in my hand," Leon grunted in your mouth, his voice rough with lust.
The electricity of his touch made you roll your head back in pleasure. With deliberate slowness, he caught one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches them relentlessly, before pulling them that makes a sharp spark of pleasure-pain that shot straight to your core.
"Huff... Leā" You gasped, your body arching as you instinctively as you grinded your pelvis against his jeans, as you move on him you were sure you had stained your own underwear, and his jeans with the wetness that were dripping from you.
"It seems you like it", leon says with a lazy smirk and slowly he pulls away from the kiss, leaving you breathless and needy; though he didn't stop playing with your breasts. He switched between pinching your nipples and squeezing the soft flesh and kneading it like a dough. The heat in your lower belly intensifies that turns into a throbbing ache that demanded relief.
"Please, I want you, leon" you say firmly; though your voice was breathless yet there was certainity in it.
Leon nods and removes his hand altogether from your breaats and gripped your waist instead, standing up in one fluid motion without staggering. You locked your legs around his waist instinctively, clinging to him as he marched toward the bedroom.Ā
His.fucking.strength.
Turned you on even more.
Fucking damn it.
He handled your body like you were feather light. Though you knew you had a good weight on you, but you try to push the thought away; as leon in few strides reaches your bedroom door he shoulders it open, the light was dim in the bedroom, so, he reaches to turn the lights on. You hold his arms shaking your head, A sudden wave of insecurity crashed over you. The thought of him seeing every flaw, every curve you hated, made you shrink. "can we do it with lights off?" You asked your voice barely a whisper.
That makes leon look at you, with a unreadable expression on his face, "but i want to see your face when I make you cum" leon said without any hesitation the bluntness of it made your face flush a deep crimson.
"No, its just that--", you start.
leon smiles interrupting you, as if he already knew why you didnt want the lights on; his voice fills your ear, as his words, swelled in your chest, "if you think I am going to not like your body, you are way too wrong sweetheart, because I want your everything, whatever you carry"
He paused briefly, his gaze softening, his voice dropping to a tender, intimate register. "I am in love with you. If that wasn't clear enough."
The words acted like a balm, dissolving all your worries into the air. You looked at him, this man who had seen the worst the world had to offer, yet looked at you as if you were the only thing worth saving, God you loved this man too fucking much, and you never knew it was even possible.
As he moved into the room without turning on the lights, the darkness instantly envelops you both. Without any hesitation; he tosses you onto the mattress, the queen-sized bed dipping beneath your weight.
You slowly shifted upward, the silk sheets ruffling and sliding against your skin. For a moment, your gaze locked with his in the gloom. Then, driven by a sudden burst of courage, you extended your hand to the side table and clicked on the lamp, the amber golden glow filled the room instantly.
"Are you sure you are okay with lights on?" Leon asked again, and you nodded instantly.
Leon smiled and swiftly gripped the hem of his black t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one motion and throwing it mindlessly onto the floor. He moved onto the bed, the mattress sagging as he hovered over you.
As he does you take in his bare torso, and honestly you could feel your drool falling at his naked frame; slowly your eyes roamed over his body; it was filled with scars, the proof of endless torture he must have been through, his abs tensed as you leaned up and slowly traced your fingertips against the ridges of his stomach; he groans at your touch and quickly he grabs your wrist and pulling it towards his chest, "can you feel how fast my heart is beating?" You indeed could it was way too fast matching your own frantic rhythm, "if you hear it closely you would feel it beat with your name" he whispered with such softness in his voice that overwhelmed in a way you have never felt, and you breathes deepens as he stays there for a moment. Before loosing his grip on your wrist and in one quick motion he removes your top and throwing it across the room.
Your chest heaves with each breath you took; and before you could say anything else he reaches for the hook of your bra and throwing it god knows where, for a moment he just stares at your bare body, as he slowly stuck his hand between the waistband of your underwear, and sliding it down your thighs until it reached your ankle and threw it at the bedside table; like it was inconvenience.
His eyes never leave yours as he stares at you in awe, "Fuck--you, look beautiful," leon purrs, as he runs his tongue over his front teeth.
Now you lay there, exposed under the amber light, yet for some reason you werent scared; neither shy; what ran in your blood now was need for him; your breasts rises and falling with your heavy breaths.
Leonās eyes darkened, his gaze roaming over your skin with a hunger that felt visceral. He slowly leaned down, his warm breath tickling the peak of your breasts before his mouth finds the slope of your breast, "i am going to suck them, is that okay?" Leon coos impatiently, and you nod mindlessly and as you do Leon finally let his tongue makes contact with your swollen peaks; which makes you arch your back; and he swallowed his own saliva; his throat bobbing up and down as he finally swirled his tongue around your nipple, his saliva dripping on you breasts, tasting the skin before finally taking the brown peak into his mouth.
His mouth searing against your skin makes you cry out. "Ah... Leon!" You arch your back, fingers digging crescents into his shoulders as he draws your nipple deep, sucking hard. The pull creates a sweet, insistent pressure that sends shivers racing down your thighs. He lifts his free hand to your other breast, thumb circling the neglected peak before flicking it in tight, teasing strokes. His tongue swirls around the first, hot and relentless, breath scorching against your skin. He doesn't stop sucking, flicking, working you with dual precision until your breath fragments into ragged, uneven gasps.
He doesnt stop sucking your nipples instead he remove his other hand from your breasts and moves it lower, sliding between your inner thighs his hands hovering dangerously close to your wet core; but he pauses a moment glancing up at you, your nipple still in his mouth, "I wa...nt to taste you," he murmured against your breasts.
"But I haven't washed" you breathed.
"Even better," Leon grunts. He draws back, letting your nipple slip free with a wet pop, then shifts his weight down between your legs. He spreads your thighs with rough, deliberate hands the sudden motion tearing a gasp from your lips as he lifts your legs over his broad shoulders.
You felt a sudden rush of vulnerability at him being between you; and you knew he could smell you, but the way he looked at you from between your thighs, with absolute, unfiltered adoration, you silenced the doubt, and instead you focused your gaze on him; and your fingers instinctively reaching and curling in his blond hairs, your thoughts dissolved in the air; as his fingers gently hovered over your folds before spreading them open, for himself, a low grunt escapes leon as he looks at your walls; which were a little brown at edges.
"Did you ever touch yourself thinking of me, sweetheart?" Leon asks with low rumble in his voice.
His sudden question makes heat pool in your lower belly "y...yes", you breathed instinctively closing your eyes.
"Angh, do you want my mouth on your pretty little pussy, now?" Leon asks his mouth dangerously close to your entrance.
"I--do!", you yelped, and leon chuckles in response and smiles lazily and dragging his thick finger through your soaked folds, spreading your arousal in deliberate slowness. "You definitely do," he grunts, feeling you twitch beneath his touch. "Because your wetness is dripping all over the fucking sheets."
Your thighs tremble, shaking with the effort to keep them parted as he continues to tease your entrance. "God," he breathes, dark eyes flicking up to watch your face crumble. "You are so responsive."
"I want to make you come apart on my tongue." Leon continues; and before you can whimper a response, he spits on your pussy a sudden, filthy gesture that lands hot and his saliva wet and dripping against your slit. The crude intimacy of it makes your hips buck instantly. He watches you transfixed, as his saliva mingles with your own slick arousal, glistening along your petals, making you shine obscenely in the dim light.
Leon groans at the sight, the sound guttural and desperate, and any restraint he'd been clinging to finally snaps. He doesn't hesitate anymore. He leans in and seals his mouth over your cunt, pressing his tongue flat and firm directly against your throbbing clit.
"Oh god!" You cried out, your hips jerks upwards as he flat his palm over your belly; the sensation was electric, his tongue lapping over your clit; with a precision that made your head swim, "le--" your nerves were melting into puddle as you purr leons name over and over again; yet he doesnt stop instead he laps his tongue at your walls; slowly he drags his tongue from your hole up to the clit, collecting the glistening cream of your arousal on his tongue.
"Fuck your taste is immaculate, sweetheart" leon voice comes out in muffled breaths as he buries his face into your walls, making you choke over the pleasure.
He shifts upward, mouth finding your clit. He draws the sensitive bud between his lips and begins to suck a slow, rhythmic pull that sends waves of pleasure crashing through your core.
"Right now", he pauses his chest heaving "I am not just tasting you sweetheart, I am tasting your soul too; because now we are finally one," he murmurs earnestly as he gazes at you from between you thighs; his lips glitstening in your wetness as stills on your clit, and you buck your hips higher trying to create friction from him and he breathes slowly that tickles your folds, seeing your reaction he rasps "i want you to soak my face" leon grunts; and at the same time, he slid his one finger inside you. You gasp at his sudden action, your eyes fluttering rapidly.
You were so tight that the walls of your vagina instantly grips his finger with a desperate intensity. He groaned, the sound vibrating against your pelvic bone. "So tight... so fucking tight, do you feel your little pussy spasm around my fingers, sweetheart?" He asks but doesnt wait for your response instead he adds his second finger inside your hole, stretching your walls slowly, his knuckles brushes against your entrance. As he frantically began to pump his fingers in and out of you; the sound of the friction creating a wet, squelching noise that filled the quiet room, making you shiver.
The sound was obscenely delicious that it only fueled your arousal. You were hovering on the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp whimpers.
Leon moans and picked up the pace of his fingers, as his tongue working in a frantic blur against your clit while his fingers finally curl, around your g-spot that made your vision blur completely. The combination of his tongue flicking your clit and his fingers pumping deep inside you has you whimpering, your thighs trembles on either side of his head as he spreads you open.
"Leon, I'm... I'm going toā!" You sob, your fingers tightening on his scalp. "I think something hot--" you breathe, "you should move away i think something else is going to come out--"
"No." he grunted, pressing himself even closer in your cunt, his voice thick inside you. "Give it all to me, your pee, your squirt, make a mess on my face."
Without any warning your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your internal muscles clamped down on his fingers and face; in a violent spasm, you jerk your hips upwards, and scream his name, your body shaking as a fountain of fluid erupted from you, soaking Leon's face and chest. You gush out violently; the wave of wetness; the release so intense it felt like you were being turned inside out. You convulse hard and breathing unevenly collapsed back into the pillows, your chest heaving, your limbs feeling like lead.
When Leon pulled back, his face glistened with your juices. He looked triumphant, a predatory glint in his eyes.
"I am so so-sorry" you actually sob, tears flowing down on your cheeks; and to be honest, you dont know whether the tears was of shame or from pleasure "I didnt kn--" you breathe.
"Sweetheart", he murmurs without wiping any of it from his face; finally before reaching up to you and leaning down to kiss you, as he does; the taste of your own arousal lingering on his lips, and you moan into his mouth "don't cry, you baptized me, you know that?", he coos into your mouth; before pulling himself away; and Leon leans down to lick your tears, "i wanted this, I am a one lucky man", he reassures you, god his voice settles like a calm ocean into your ribs. You nod "I..i love you", you says hazily; "I love you more than you know" leon replies; finally the pleasure settled deep in your lower belly; yet it had only awakened a deeper hunger too; of his cock in you. You looked at him, your eyes fluttering: "Leon, please take all of me" you say pleadingly.
Leon expression shifted hastily and you didnt need to tell him twice; the tenderness that remained intact, but it was now laced with a raw, animalistic need. He shifts slightly pushing himself off the bed and frantically reached for his jeans; and he strips them off along with his underbriefs with urgent movements and throwing it absentmindedly beside the bed.
When he stood before you, breathing hard your eyes landed on his cock which was fully erect, and aching with the need to fill something; his head was deep purple and thick already glistening with a pearl of his precum, the pulsing veins running along the length of his cock. Your eyes dragged lower at his balls which seemed heavy and thick as they hanged lower between his thighs. A low moan escapes your throat at the scene; which was way too involuntary.
"You like it?" Leon asks as he steps close to the edge of the bed his member bouncing with his each stride.
"It.. way too big, i dont think it will fit.." you say innocently, you breath catching as his shaft dripped the bead of precum below.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I will be gentle enough to make it fit", leon says calmly though his chest was heaving way too frantically and you feel you heart beat rapidly against your ribs.
You feel yourself drool at the size of his member God, you've pictured this moment so many times, but finally having him like this makes your core pulse with need. though the size of his cock still shocked because he was way too larger and thicker than you imagined, hanging heavy and hard between his thighs.
He swiftly crawled back over you on the bed. his weight felt like a welcome pressure. He landed himself between your thighs as he spreads your legs on either side of him; with too much gentleness, as he patted your one thigh and slowly he held his cock with his free hand, and guided the thick head of his cock to your opening, the blunt tip brushing against your wetness, makes your toes curl on the bedsheets.
"I'm going to be slow," he whispered, his voice a rough caress. "Tell me if it's too much."
You nod your head and without waiting for another second leon slides his cock deep inside your hole; which stretched way too much at the contact, and you immediately stiffen; your thighs trembling on either side of leon, and you gasped loudly, and your back arched instantly and you feel he had tore something inside you; There was a sharp, stinging sensation as your hymen stretched, but still you feel your walls welcome his cock; as if it was finally home. You winced again, your hands clutching his biceps. "Pl.. please..don't move, it hurts", you dig your nails into his biceps, and Leon grunts at the sensation, he froze instantly. Still he didn't pull out, but he stopped any movements he was going to make, instead he leaned down and rested his sweaty forehead against yours. He waited patiently, his breath hot on your skin, giving you time to process the sensation.
"We will take it slow, sweetheart, I wont move until you ask me to, and if you want me to stop, tell me, we will just cuddle up instead," leon whispers as he reaches for your cheeks caress them with his thumb; and slowly smiles against your skin, his breath felt warm and grounding instantly.
"I don't..want you to stop, it just hurt at first", you purr your voice vibrated low in his chest.
"Thats okay, sweetheart," he says and stays still for a movement; seeing Leon being so patient with you really strung the veins of your heart and stupidly you smile as you finally gather the courage and nod; and took a deep breath, feeling the fullness of his cock pulsing inside and stretching you. The pain was finally fading, replaced by a heavy, pulsing pressure that felt... right inside your belly. "I'm okay now," you whispered. "Please take me."
"Are you sure?", leon murmurs; before pulling himself back; and you feel him twitch and move inside you; but you just nod feeling him pulse, and you hazily swing your hands over his neck and dragging him close above your face and pressing a soft kiss on his lips, "i am, thank you for being patient with me", you say genuinely, warm spreading across your lower belly. And he kisses you back, and groans in you mouth, and finally pulls himself back from your grip and your hands instinctively grips his shoulder.
Leon let out a long, shaky breath, and finally began to move inside you, he keeps his pacing fast; as his balls slap against your ass; Leon increases his speed before slowing down and withdrawing almost entirely before sliding back in with a slow, deliberate thrust, making your head tilt back on the pillow, "mph leon" you breathe.
"Fuck, your little pussy is welcoming me home," he groaned, his eyes closing in ecstasy. "It feels like your little hole doesnt want me to pull out." Leon groaned and his movements turned slow again. Each thrust was a revelation, the friction of skin on skin, the wet, sound of his cock sliding in and out of your heat.
Now there wasnt any pain, but tension that kep building in your lower belly that made you moan. "Leon... more... please, more, keep moving."
He obeyed you, like a man drunk in lust and he increased the pace inside you, his thrusts becoming deeper and deeper as he pulsed inside your walls and feel them flutter around him like a vice. He frantically began to hit your cervix with rhythmic pounding a deep, blunt impact that made your toes curl and your vision blur. "Yes! Right there!" You gasped.
Leon grunted immediately, his movements becoming more primal. He gripped your hips, lifting them slightly to get a deeper angle in your cunt. Now every time he slammed into you, his balls slapped against your perineum with a wet, rhythmic thud. "You're mine," he growled, his voice dripping with possession. "Every inch of you."
The sensation after was way too overwhelming. His words pooling into your chest as you felt the friction of orgasm building inside you, the heat between you intensifying with every thrust he made. Still you wanted more, you wanted to feel every thick millimeter of his cock filling you, claiming you. "I am yours," you gasped, the words tumbling out breathless and raw. "Only your--" you stopped yourself mid-sob and you tilted your head sideways, as if you couldn't bear the pressure of it anymore, couldn't contain the pleasure cresting inside you.
And suddenly you felt the build of your second orgasm pooling deep in your core, your pussy beginning to pulse around him even tighter, gripping him like a fist. "Leon, I am going to cum againā"
"Then do it," Leon grunted, his voice strained and rough. "Cum over my cock again, sweetheart." He felt your body go weak, felt you surrender to his cock completely. And as you did, spasming around him your walls fluttering and, shattering over him as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through you, and you body broke beneath his body.
For a second Leon doesnt move instead he let you ride your orgasm out, let you feel every second of your release before he groaned your name, louder this time, desperate. "Now I want you to be on top," he demanded, his cock throbbing hard and heavy inside you, aching for his own needs, and he grunts your name; "now i want you to ride me, because my cock is throbbing for release."
You nod breathing heavily you knew you were exhausted, your limbs felt heavy and trembling, but you wanted to please him too. The anticipation already running hot through your body again as you prepared to give him everything he wanted.
Leon hastily shifted, pulling his cock from your dripping pussy with a wet sound making you whine in disappoint and in next; one fluid motion, he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, positioning you above him. You found yourself kneeling astride his thighs, your knees braced on either side of his waist, the evidence of your arousal dripped onto the already-wet sheets beneath you.
Then you moved slowly, sliding your cunt over his cock. You gripped his shoulders for balance, your breasts swaying heavily above him, your nipples tight and aching. Holding his gaze, you lifted your hips and finally lowered yourself onto his cock, feeling his thick shaft slide back inside you inch by inch, stretching and filling you completely until you were seated flush against him.
"Fu-- sweetheart" leon raps.
You let out a long, shaky moan, your head falling back. You began to ride him, your hips moving in a circular motion, grinding your clit against the base of his cock, as he thrusts his cock upward into your g-spot.
"Look at you," Leon breathed, his hands coming up to grip your waist, guiding your movements. "You look like a fucking goddess."
You close your eyes and picked up the speed, your movements becoming more speedy as you were riding him with a desperation that matched his own. You could feel him pulsing inside you, his cock throbbing with every beat of his heart. The view was intoxicating, your pale skin contrasting with his scarred, the sight of your bodies merging made you closer to your third orgasm. "I love you, Leon! I love you!" You breath; between each bounce you made on his cock.
"I love you too, sweetheart! Fuck, I love you!" The friction of his cock on your cunt reached a breaking point. You felt the orgasm building again, a tighter, more intense coil than the second. Leon's grip on your waist tightened, his knuckles turning white.
"I'm close," he groaned, his voice a guttural rasp.
"I can't... I can't hold it." You moaned your fingers digging into his shoulder.
"Fuck sweetheart, let go!" Leon screamed closing his eyes in pleasure.
And you slammed your cunt down on him one last time, your internal muscles contracting in a violent, rhythmic squeeze. At that exact moment, Leon let out a low roar, his body stiffening as he erupted inside you, and you felt it the hot thick jets of his semen hitting your cervix, filling you to the brim. It felt like a brand, a permanent marking of his ownership.
He came in great, pulsing waves, the sheer volume of his release making you feel stretched and full. You instantly collapsed onto his chest, your heart hammering against his, your breath coming in ragged sobs of pleasure. You stayed there for a long time, and the only sound in the room was the synchronized thrum of two hearts returning to a normal pace. Leon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You okay?" he whispered.
"Never been better," you breathed, feeling the warmth of his cum slowly leaking out of you and onto the silk sheets.
He smiles and slowly shifts beside you rolling you onto your side while keeping you tucked firmly against him, without pulling his cock out. And then Leon presses a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his voice soft and full of an affection that makes you feel safer than you have ever been. "I've got you," he murmurs. "I've always got you."
is there a way to have a soft Wolf!Leon x reader where they both draw and they get shy sharing their works, but they end up sharing to each other that they draw weapons schematics. Maybe even they can work on one together? I have this urge for drawing and i found out that this man in RE6 was to show his drawings of guns he'd do that would be needed for himself. It is a way i find comfort and expression. Man deserves to share his talent š«š
I was thinking of either Leon from Damnation, Vendetta, or RE9 (where the wolf bit came from due to the DLC). I'd understand if you can't do some of it or the whole thing entirely. Thanks for reading & im so going back to read your Quiet Reader series this week bc it is THAT GOOD šāØāØ
My apologies in advance because I could NOT find a way to sneak the wolf part in there. Hope you like it though! Written with post Vendetta Leon in mind (because Vendetta Leon is my fav)
Summary: A quiet evening comparing weapon plans.
Drawing Together - Leon Kennedy x Reader
The safehouse is quiet tonight.
Not silent. Never silent. Somewhere outside, rain taps steadily against cracked windows. Pipes groan softly in the walls every few minutes. The ancient fluorescent light overhead flickers just enough to be annoying. But compared to the usual screaming, gunfire, and near-death experiences?
It's quiet.
Leon sits across from you, at the tiny metal table near the kitchen, one boot kicked lazily over the opposite knee. His jacket hangs off the back of the chair beside him, sleeves of his black undershirt pushed up enough to expose strong forearms dusted with old scars.
Between the two of you is a mess of papers. Weapon diagrams. Modification notes. Ammo counts. Tiny handwritten comments scribbled in the margins.
Most couples probably compare vacation photos.
You two compare firearm schematics.
He doesnāt quite remember when you two started sketching together. It was sometime after you had found him face down on the counter of a bar, several whiskey bottles strewn around him. After that, you had made it your goal to give him a hobby besides drowning his sorrows in cheap booze.
āThis oneās ugly,ā Leon says eventually.
You look up from your own page immediately, offended. āExcuse you?ā
He slides your sketch slightly across the table with one finger, expression perfectly serious. āThe proportions are weird.ā
āThe proportions are accurate.ā
He jabs at a portion of the sketch, āThe barrel looks swollen.ā
āItās called perspective.ā
āItās called concerning.ā
You narrow your eyes at him. Leon smiles. That crooked, infuriating little smile that always makes him look far younger than he actually is.
āYouāre an asshole,ā you mutter.
āMaybe.ā He tilts his head slightly, studying your drawing again. āYou did get the trigger assembly right, though.ā
The compliment catches you off guard enough that your annoyance fizzles almost instantly.
āThank you,ā you say suspiciously.
āYouāre welcome.ā A beat passes. Then, āThe shading still sucks.ā
āOh my god.ā
Your pencil bounces harmlessly off his shoulder.
Truthfully, you know he doesnāt mean any of his comments. He himself had been incredibly shy to share his sketches with you at first. They had been misshapen and rough, each one more of an attempt at art rather than a practiced sketch. But, over the months, heās gotten better. It makes something warm bubble in your chest.
Leon laughs quietly under his breath, catching the pencil easily before it can fall to the floor. The sound is warm. Soft. The kind of laugh he only really seems to have around you nowadays. He twirls the pencil once between his fingers before handing it back.
āYou know,ā he says casually, āfor someone who complains about my handwriting constantly, yours looks like a serial killerās manifesto.ā
You glance down at your notes. Heās not entirely wrong. Sharp, cramped handwriting crawls aggressively across the margins beside the weapon sketch, half the words abbreviated into barely recognizable nonsense.
āThat says more about your inability to read cursive than it does about me.ā
āI can read cursive.ā
āYou absolutely cannot.ā
He leans back a little, āI survived government paperwork, sweetheart. I can read anything.ā
āBig talk from a man whose āMās look like heart monitor readings.ā You gesture pointedly at his own scribblings.Ā
Leon gasps softly, placing one hand dramatically against his chest. āThat was low.ā
āYou started it.ā
āAnd Iāll finish it too.ā He reaches across the table suddenly, stealing your paper before you can stop him.
āLeon-!ā
āOh, wow,ā his eyes widening theatrically. āIs this supposed to be me?ā
Your entire body stills. Shit. You lunge for the page instantly, but he leans back in his chair with a grin, holding it just out of reach. Hidden in the corner of the schematic, squeezed between measurements and ammo notes, is a tiny sketch of him.
Orā¦ an attempt at one.
Messy hair. Stupid leather jacket. Annoyingly recognizable profile. A quick sketch rather than an actual drawing, but still noticeably him.Ā
āYou drew me,ā he says, sounding unbearably pleased with himself.
āYou werenāt supposed to see that.ā
āThatās adorable.ā
āGive it back!ā You reach for it, but he tugs it away just as fast.
āNo.ā
You glare at him while he looks down at the tiny doodle again, something softer slipping quietly into his expression now. His thumb brushes absentmindedly over the edge of the paper.
āYou made my hair too fluffy.ā
You snort despite yourself. āThatās the part youāre focused on?ā
āItās inaccurate.ā
A chuckle comes from you. Light and airy. āIt really isnāt. Have you looked in a mirror lately?ā
Leon finally hands the page back, still smiling faintly. When your fingers brush, his hand lingers for just a second longer than necessary. Comfortable. Familiar.
Outside, thunder rumbles softly across the city. Inside, Leon glances back down at your diagrams scattered across the table before looking at you again.
āYou know,ā he murmurs, voice quieter now, āthis is probably the healthiest relationship Iāve ever had.ā
You blink at him once. Then, āThat says horrible things about your dating history.ā
āIt really does.ā
And somehow, impossibly, the safehouse feels a little warmer after that.
Ughhh this one's super self indulgent I hate getting my diheriod can my boy puss not cramp ive got he/him in my bio.
[Warnings : fluff,kinda hurt/comfort]
Youd noticed it immediately,
The sluggishness, the pain in your joints, soreness in your chest, how every miniscule annoyance felt like being shot with a pellet gun repeatedly and you now knew why you period had came early that familiar painful ache that felt like being stabbed right up the man cave.
You laid in bed sweating and too nauseous to move despite the fact you needed water, food and probably a bath or medicine.
You were too scared too fearing youd keel over and hurl if you so much as twitched wrong.
You knew leon was probably in his home office typing away at some highly classified report or something.. you didn't want to bother him but at the same time you were getting desperate...
Your heating pad was all the way in the livingroom and any medicine was too far aswell, you whimpered as you writhed trying to get comfortable with no real sucsess.
You sighed and grabbed your phone opening up his contact.
"Honey if you can next time you come up can you grab my heating pad and bring it? It should be beside the couch." You texted phrasing it as nonchalant as possible.
You could see that hed read it but you got now real response.. other than a dumb thumbs up emoji you just huffed deciding to try and distract yourself with doomscrolling though it wasnt helping.
You were in tears by the time leon suddenly made an appearance holding your heating pad and a water bottle for you.
He looked so cozy in his sweatpants and a plain black shirt that was probably not his size as it was screaming for mercy around his pecs practically you just shrunk in on yourself looking away to hide your face.
But by then it was too late you could tell by the slight widen in his big blue eyes he was shocked to see you all pink and tearful.
"Hey baby, whats wrong? What hurts?" He questioned you immediately seeing your pained expression and uncomfortable body languge and immediately moving to plug in the heating pad and crank it to the max for you.
"Ill be fine, its just my period Just- really really hurts- bad." You wheezed.
"Have you taken medicine for it yet?" He asked maneuvering the heating pad onto your lower stomach under the covers.
"No.. too scared to move.. I feel like im going to hurl-" you whined quietly clutching the heat to your stomach a moment of relief overshadowed by the pain.
He gets up quickly and searches yhe bathroom for some advice returning holding the pills in his palm, he kneels to you beside the bed and offers them of which you quickly slam them down with some water.
His heart ached seeing his boyfriend in so so much pain without being able to fix it entirely..
"Do you want me to draw you a bath?" He asked brushing his calloused fingers through your soft hair, moving the strands away from your face.
"That sounds nice.. " you wheezed a little.
It was a little bit of a blur for you but eventually you stumbled into the bathroom when he called for you. A large bubble bath drawn the milky suds piled high, various bottles of soaps laid set out and a lavender candle was lit.
You could see that your towel was in that little towel warmer you had tucked away and that hed already set out your pajamas by the sink.
"Do you want help getting out of your clothes or do you want some privacy?" He asked gently.
"Just.. want some privacy" you sighed.
"Alright handsome, ill leave you be" he kissed your cheek before he left out the door.
Leaving you to your own devices, you kept your gaze tilted up as you undressed tossing your dirty clothes in the hamper before sinking into the warm water letting out a groan as it hugged your body.
Thats when you noticed the fizzing purple bath bomb that must have been hidden by the top layer of bubble you smirked to yourself knowing leon had probably bought it thinking of your little bubble baths you took.
It felt nice getting clean afterall youd woken up all sweaty earlier, scrubbing yourself with a washcloth and some nice smelling soap you found your thoughts drifting to your boyfriend he was so nice and gentle with you it made you want to burst out crying.
Not to mention he was a sight for sore eyes alright it certainly helped you feel better having some nice eye candy as a distraction...
Your soft and warm towel was perfect when you got out from the bath almost an hour later having zoned out a little too hard.
You got changed and hobbled back to the bedroom to find leon laid in bed, tray of your favorite snacks, drinks and candy aswell as your favorite show on the tv.
You felt the stinging in your eyes get aggressive, trying to blink away tears and not sniffle but it didn't really work.
You watched him jump at the sight.
"Hey hey its okay come here baby" he patted the spot next to him in bed, you slid in slotting yourself beside him.
"Whyre you crying? Does it hurt?" He asked softly moving to gently place his arm around you.
"Your so nice to me" you sniffled crying into his shoulder a little all that pent up emotion just needed to escape somewhere usually you were better at this.. but you figured you deserved to just let go, atleast for tonight.
"What did i ever do to deserve you-" you mumbled through sniffles.
"You have it all wrong you were the angel that came into my life the least I can do is take care of you like you take care of me." He cooed brushing a few loose hair strands out of your face gently.
"You deserve nothing but the best baby." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"Are you comfortable?" He asked fussing with the blankets around you making sure you were tucked in tight.
You shook your head in agreement and he smirked seeing you finally relaxing.
"Let's get some sleep. You'll feel better after some good rest" he said coaxing you to relax further into his arms.
The only background noise for you was his breathing and heartbeat along with the steady pitter patter of rain on the roof.
You found yourself with heavy eyes unable to fight off the sandman for long.
you felt awful. the congestion in your throat was near suffocating, and the feeling of one of your nostrils being clogged while the other was perfectly clear was so incredibly infuriating. to make matters worse, you were running a fever, and you felt disgusting. all you could do was lay there in you and leon's shared bed, head propped up on two pillows while lazily watching a reality tv show with vicks vapor rub infused tissue shoved up your nostrils to stop the never ending runny nose from leaking down any further.
you heard the creak of the bedroom door, and shortly after, leon's head peeked in before he stepped in quietly, carrying a fresh mug of something steaming. seeing you like this made him a little worried for you, but he had to admit, it was kind of endearing. he didnāt laugh, but the corner of his mouth twitched a little bit at your current state.
"looking real deadly there, baby," he said, voice low and teasing but soft nonetheless. he set the mug on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. you groaned quietly, rolling your eyes as you strained your head to view the tv which he was so rudely blocking. you'd just gotten to the good part, too, you think.
as much as you tried to be annoyed at his sarcastic little comment, you don't have the heart to be upset. he'd specifically informed sherry he'd be unable to accept any mission requests until you got better, and she politely told him to take all the time he neededā even offered to drop off some extra meds and soup on her way through the city. deep down, you were infinitely grateful for him being here with you. having him was much better than suffering alone.
"oh shut it, kennedy. i'm dying here," you say, glaring at him with no real malice behind your eyes. you cough a bit, throat raspy and raw from speaking after hours of silently watching the terribly scripted yet undeniably entertaining reality tv show.
leon reaches towards you, pressing a large hand to your forehead then your cheek with concerned eyes as he scanned your features meticulously. his hand felt blessedly cool against you, your eyes even fluttering a bit from how relieving it felt. he hums, a slight frown forming on his face upon surveying you. "yeah, i can tell. fever's still up. you're burning, sweetheart," leon murmured, his voice low and rough with worry. he kept his hand on your cheek a moment longer, thumb slowly stroking your cheek, and you leaned into it, a sigh leaving your lips.
"gonna have to work on this fever, baby," he declares, a fond expression gracing his features when your eyes flick open to his. you pout, huffing out a breath exasperatedly as you remember just how annoyingly sick you are. leon's presence satiated you a bit, and his gentle touch definitely aided you, even if you were embarrassingly snotty and germ-ridden. "let me run you a cool bath. can't stand to see you like this," he says softly. without waiting for an answer, he reaches over, pulling the mucus-clad tissues out of your nose and throwing it in the small garbage bag you had next to you whenever the tissue got too full.
you groan in embarrassment and try to turn your face away, but he catches your chin lightly and makes you look at him. "hey. none of that," he murmurs. "youāre sick. i've seen way more disgusting things out there. a little snot isn't gonna bother me," his voice is soft yet firm, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he holds your gaze. you still feel a little bit mortified, but the way he says it eases some of the shame you felt. you nod slowly, and leon hums, taking your hand in his as he guides you out of the bed you'd practically made your own germ nest.
once you make it to the bathroom, leon lets the water run for a bit, occasionally putting his hand under the water to check the temperature. he helps you out of your clothes, which was only one of his old raccoon police department shirtsā now slightly damp with sweatā and your underwear.
he helps you into the lukewarm bath, supporting your weight as you sink in. the cool water makes you shiver and let out a pitiful whine, but leon stays right there, kneeling beside the tub with one arm behind your back so you donāt slip. "i know, baby. i know it feels cold," he soothes, guiding you down further until you've fully submerged into the bathtub. "but your feverās too high. gotta bring it down a little."
leon stays right there on his knees beside the tub, sleeves rolled up, never taking his eyes off you. he scoops water with his free hand and lets it trickle slowly over your shoulders and neck, repeating the motion in a steady rhythm. eventually, your body gets used to the temperature of the water, and you find yourself leaning back in the bath, sighing contently as your eyes flutter at the soothing feeling.
leonās expression softens even more when he sees the tension leave your face. the corner of his mouth lifts in a small, relieved smile. "that's it, just relax, baby," he hums, scooping up more water in his hands and watching as your muscles begin to relax under his attentive care. "that's better, huh?" you hum softly, eyes flickering over to his, and manage a small, tired smile. even through the fever and congestion, gratitude swells in your chest so strongly it almost hurts. you're so eternally grateful for him.
leonā the one who risks his life every single day for the sake of the world, whoās seen and survived hell more times than anyone shouldā is on his knees beside a bathtub, patiently pouring lukewarm water over your sick, sweaty body like thereās nowhere else heād rather be. heās here, sleeves rolled up, gently washing you like youāre the most precious thing heās ever protected. you almost feel like you should be the one comforting him like this.
leon catches the look in your eyes and tilts his head slightly, reading you the way he always does. "whatās that look about?" he asks quietly, his hand moving to cradle the side of your neck, thumb stroking just under your jaw. you nuzzle into his hand, your own hand moving up to blanket his as you stare into his soft, comforting blue eyes.
"i... just love you so much, leon," you whisper, the words scratchy and raw from your sore throat, but full of quiet sincerity. "you're always taking care of everyone else, but... just feels like it should be the other way around sometimes," you confess, and leon's thumb stops moving for a second. his gaze softens, something pained yet tender flickering across his face. he leans in closer, resting his forehead gently against yours, unbothered by the heat radiating off your body.
"baby..." he breathes, voice low and rough with emotion. he stays there for a moment, just breathing with you, before pulling back enough to look you in the eyes again. he grabs your hand tenderly, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles as he stares at you with all the love in the world. "you do take care of me. hell, you're the only reason i find myself wanting to keep going in this world," he confesses, squeezing your hand fondly while rubbing circles into your clammy hands. your heart stutters, the words so incredibly profound and endearing as you hold eye contact with him.
"i love you too. and i can't... i can't even begin to put it into words how much i do," he whispers, thumb still stroking your hand like itās something fragile. you could feel your throat tighten up, and somehow, it's way less painful than the raw soreness thatās been there all day.
you feel your eyes sting at his confession, the fever making everything feel ten times more intense. "leonā¦" you rasp, throat tight with more than just congestion. his free hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb gently brushing away a tear that slips free before it can fall into the bathwater.
"hey... hey, don't cry, baby," he says, voice impossibly soft as he strokes your cheek lovingly. he leans in to press a kiss to your heated forehead, and somehow, it's like all your worries about him quiet for a minute. the firm pressure of his lips, the coolness of his skin against your burning foreheadā it's all unbelievably grounding. leon lingers there, mouth pressed to your forehead like he can will the fever and the overwhelming emotions away. when he finally pulls back, his blue eyes are warm and soft as he stares at you like you're the most precious thing to him. which, you are.
you try to speak again but it comes out as a weak, congested sniffle. leon just shushes you gently, pressing another kiss to your temple, then the bridge of your nose, then the corner of your eye where another tear threatens to fall.
"i know," he whispers between kisses. "you donāt have to say anything else, baby. i feel how much you care," he coos, pulling back to stare into your glossy eyes. "but don't you go worrying your pretty little head about me. let's focus on you getting better, yeah?" he reassures you, raising his brows while waiting for your response.
you manage a tiny, congested "okay," your voice raspy and wrecked from the mucus that had settled in your throat. your eyes stay locked on his, glassy and tired, but full of so much affection it makes your chest feel tight. leon nods, a lopsided smile creeping onto his features as he leans in once more, pressing a soft kiss between your brows before resting his forehead against yours again. the love you feel for him is so powerful, so profound, almost reverent as you sigh and close your eyes to relish in the moment. you swear you could stay like this with him forever, even if you were all snotty and congested.
but, for the first time since you got sick, the ache in your body feels just a little more bearable, and your heart feels a little less heavy with him here with you.
nierās note šļø: a request from my lovely moot @reneiseepy!! i lowkey started tearing up writing this it's so fucking sweet hello:( i love leon sm you guys dont even im not normal about him:') love u and enjoy mwa xoxo
Summary: What if Leon S. Kennedyās biceps looked way too tasty like tasty enough to genuinely bite? And more importantlyā¦ would Leon actually let you do it?
The apartment was quiet except for the faint clicking of keys from Leon's laptop, the occasional creak of his chair whenever he shifted in it, and the tired sighs escaping him every few minutes.
Which was exactly whyāyou should have been focused on literally anything else. Like your own work.
Instead, you were staring at Leonās arms.
Okay, to be precise, his biceps.
Again.
Your eyes drifted there every ten minutes like some kind of cursed routine. At this point, you could practically feel yourself drooling.
Which honestly made you feel absolutely pathetic, but you couldnāt help it. Instead, you licked your lips like a complete menace, a small sly smile slowly spreading across your face as your gaze drifted right back toward Leonās arms again..
It wasnāt really your fault though, because they genuinely lookedā¦ yummy.
You shook your head once, maybe twice, trying to shake off the thought, but the sleeves of his black compression shirt were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, veins shifting every time he typed something, and honestly? It was becoming a real problem for you to hold yourself back.
Leon had been stressed for days. Missions, reports, calls from HQ at ungodly hours. You knew he was exhausted, and you really didnāt want to push him further into that dark abyss hole. But unfortunately for him, exhaustion apparently made his biceps look even better.
It was completely unfair and wasn't your fault.
But you were trying to act normal about it. You really were. But every single time he reached for his coffee mug, your eyes followed the movement like a magnet.
At one point, you actually caught yourself leaning slightly across the couch just to get a better look.
Then suddenly,
āOkay,ā Leonās voice interrupted your thoughts without warning, making you nearly choke on your own saliva. āOut with it.ā
You blinked innocently. āWhat?ā
His ocean-blue eyes finally lifted from the laptop and landed directly on you. āYouāve been staring at me for the past hour.ā
āI am not.ā
āYou absolutely are.ā
āI was thinking.ā
āAbout what?ā
āYour arms,ā you blurted out before your brain could stop you.
Leon stopped typing immediately, and now his full attention was entirely on you. Which honestly made the situation ten times worse.
āWhat about them?ā he asked, standing up from his chair before finally stepping closer to you.
āNothing,ā you answered quickly.
What you actually wanted to say was: I want to bite them.
āYou want to touch them?ā he asked seriously, and the seriousness in his tone made you laugh loudly.
āNo, absolutely not,ā you replied quickly.
You just wanted to bite them, you think to yourself.
āYou are not subtle, you know that?ā
You crossed your arms defensively. āMaybe Iām just, like, concerned.ā
āConcerned,ā Leon repeated flatly.
āYes.ā
āAbout my biceps?ā
āExactly.ā
āThey are so big, what if they actually explode?ā you blurted out quickly, staring at Leon like a deer caught in headlights after realizing you had said that out loud.
āExplode?ā he repeated, and then a tired laugh escaped him, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle despite how exhausted he looked.
āYes,ā you said immediately, doubling down instead of saving yourself. āLike one day you flex too hard and suddenly, boom. Property damage.ā
Leon blinked a few times, like he genuinely could not believe what had just come out of your mouth, before staring at you with the most exhausted expression imaginable. āYou know, most people worry about my job being dangerous.ā
āWell I am worried about your arms becoming a national threat.ā
āThatās not a thing.ā
āIt absolutely is.ā
He rubbed a hand over his face, already regretting every decision that had somehow led him here. āYouāve been sitting there silently for an hour and this is what was happening inside your head?ā
āYou should be grateful Iām sharing my thoughts with you.ā
āI really shouldnāt.ā
You pointed dramatically at his arm. āLook at that! That should not legally exist.ā
Leon glanced down at his own bicep like he was seeing it for the first time. āItās literally just an arm.ā
āItās NOT just an arm.ā
āIt is attached to my body in a very normal way.ā
āThat sounds exactly like something a man with huge biceps would say.ā
Leon barked out another laugh at that, shaking his head. āYou are insane.ā
āYes, insanely in love with you.ā
His laughter softened instantly at that, āā¦What?ā Leon asked, sounding genuinely confused by what you had just said.
āPretend I didnāt just say that,ā you muttered quietly, suddenly finding the couch cushions very interesting.
Leon stared at you for a second longer before the corners of his mouth slowly lifted again. āIf it makes you feel any better,ā he said softly, āIām insanely in love with you too.ā
Your heart immediately started beating violently against your ribs at the confession, warm panic flooding through your chest all at once.
And just then, completely against your own will, your eyes drifted right back toward his arm again before you could stop yourself.
Leon noticed instantly.
āā¦Seriously?ā he asked in disbelief. āGod,ā he muttered, staring at you now like he was witnessing a train wreck happen in real time. āYou ACTUALLY want to touch them, donāt you?ā
āI meanā¦ not really?ā
āLiar.ā
Leon laughed louder this time. āYou are unbelievable.ā
āThis is your fault.ā
āMy fault?ā
āYes. Why are they built like that?ā
āI literally cannot control that.ā
āWell, do something about it!ā
āWhat am I supposed to do? Remove them?ā Leon joked.
You squinted suspiciously at him.
Leon narrowed his eyes right back. āWhy are you looking at me like that?ā
āā¦No reason.ā
āThat was the face of someone having a bad idea.ā
āItās not a bad idea.ā
āItās absolutely a bad idea.ā
Without warning, you grabbed Leon's hand and pulled him down beside you on the couch, and despite the fact that he could have very easily resisted, he just let it happen, following your pull without a single complaint.
Leon immediately pointed at you accusingly. āNo.ā
āYou donāt even know what Iām gonna say.ā
āI know exactly what youāre gonna say.ā
āā¦Can I take a bite out of your arms?ā you finally asked.
Complete silence. Leon stared at you like this was the most absurd thing he had ever heard in his life, because he might have expected anything.. But this?
He definitely did not.
āYou want to do what?ā
āJust once.ā
āYou are insane.ā
āThey just look very biteable!ā
āThat is not a sentence a normal person says out loud!ā
You were laughing now while Leon dramatically rubbed both hands down his face. āI fight bio-weapons for a living,ā he muttered tiredly. āAnd somehow this is still the weirdest situation Iāve ever been in.ā
āPlease?ā
āNo.ā
āLeon.ā
āNo.ā
āLeon.ā
āNo.ā
You gasped dramatically. āCruel.ā
Leon tried to stay serious. He genuinely did. But then he looked at your ridiculously hopeful face, those beautiful innocent eyes, and visibly lost the battle. A long-suffering sigh escaped him. āā¦One bite.ā
Your eyes lit up instantly. āI can?!?ā
āOne,ā he warned, holding up a finger. āAnd if you break my skin, Iām going to bite back.ā
āThatās fair, but I donāt have biceps,ā you argued while dramatically flexing your arms in front of his face.
He laughed at that, and in that exact moment, before he could rethink his decision you grabbed his arm carefully and finallyā
Chomp.
You bit it hard.
Leon froze completely like he didnāt even register the pain at first, which immediately made you glance up at him too. Then, very, very slowly, he looked down at you still attached to his bicep with the most offended expression imaginable.
āā¦Did you just fucking moan?!ā
You immediately let go, horrified. āI DID NOT.ā
āYou absolutely did.ā
āFine! In my defense, they were tasty!ā
āThat is somehow worse!ā
You finally pulled away from his biceps and collapsed into laughter against him while, your head resting on his shoulder, while Leon stared at you for another second before bursting into laughter too.
But even then, his other arm was wrapped automatically around your waist, pulling you closer against his side like it was pure instinct.
āā¦Worth it?ā he asked tiredly.
You grinned against his shoulder. āAbsolutely.ā
āNow can I get back to work?ā Leon asked, already sounding exhausted by your existence.
āYou may not,ā you replied immediately, holding his arms around you possessively.
Leon then let out a long, dramatic sigh like he was truly suffering, but despite all the complaining, he made absolutely no effort to escape your grip.
Instead, Leon simply settled even closer to you, gently pulling you tighter against his side before looking down at you and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, making you smile wider than you ever did.
āFine.ā He murmur softly, and finally lets himself melt into you.
Epilogue - Leon Kennedy x quiet! Reader (Part 35) (Final)
Summary: A slow, beautiful morning.
Authors Note: I really hope that ya'll enjoyed the fic! I'm going to spend a week or so working through the asks I've been sent, and then I'm going to start two series side by side with each other. I'll hopefully send out a sneak peak to those soon!
Thank you all so very much for all the love and support. It's been insane in the best of ways.
Oh, also, I went ahead and cross posted the whole work to ao3.
Cheers!
-Angel
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8 Months Laterā¦
Morning arrives slowly these days.
Not because either of you sleep in, but because neither of you is in a hurry to leave bed anymore.
Sunlight spills through the apartment curtains in soft gold stripes, warming the comforter tangled around your legs. Somewhere in the kitchen, the coffee maker gurgles quietly to itself. The entire apartment smells faintly like coffee grounds, detergent, and the bakery scented candle you forgot to blow out the night before.
Leon wakes to the feeling of your hand curled loosely against his chest. For a long moment, he just lies there.
Months ago, mornings used to feel sharp. Abrupt. Another mission briefing. Another flight. Another body being shoved back into motion before his mind could catch up. He used to wake up tense without realizing it, muscles already preparing for catastrophe before his eyes had even opened. Now?
Now he wakes up warm.
His eyes drift downward toward you. Youāre still half asleep, face pressed into his shoulder, hair a mess against the pillow. One of your legs is tangled carefully between his, the healed one resting comfortably while the injured side stays stretched out straighter beneath the blankets. Even after all this time, you still move around it instinctively in your sleep.
The scar tissue doesnāt hurt as often anymore.
There are still bad days. Rainy days. Long days. Days where the muscles tighten too much and your limp becomes more noticeable by the evening. But the crutches are gone now, retired permanently to the back of the closet after months of physical therapy and stubborn determination. Leon couldnāt have been happier to put them there.
Your fingers twitch lightly against his shirt as you finally begin waking up. A sleepy little hum leaves you, muffled against his chest.
āMorning,ā he murmurs.
One eye cracks open. You look at him for a second before lazily lifting your left hand. The silver ring catches the morning sunlight instantly. Even now, weeks later, the sight of it still makes something in Leonās chest go painfully soft.
It hadnāt been some dramatic proposal. No fancy restaurant. No speech rehearsed in advance.
Just the two of you in the kitchen at two in the morning after a nightmare had dragged him awake, shaking hard enough that you noticed immediately. The apartment had been dark, barely lit by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. He remembers standing there, barefoot while you made tea, exhaustion heavy in both of your faces. He remembers looking at you and realizing there was no version of his future anymore that didnāt have you in it.
So he had asked.
Half awake. Terrified. Honest. There wasnāt a ring prepared. He didnāt even drop to one knee. No, it was just him, laid bare and raw, asking for you to be his forever. You had started crying before he even finished the sentence.
Now, you wiggle your fingers at him sleepily, silently demanding attention toward the shiny jewelry. Like you were just as proud to have it as he was to give it to you.Ā
Leon snorts softly. āYeah, yeah. I know.ā
Your grin widens immediately. God, he loves you.
The alarm clock finally goes off on the nightstand. Neither of you reacts for several seconds.
Then Leon groans dramatically into the pillow. āThink the DSO would notice if we just didnāt come in today?ā
Your eyebrows raise.
He sighs. āRight. Dumb question.ā
The desk job adjustment had beenā¦ strange at first. The DSO still feels vaguely surreal sometimes without a gun strapped to his thigh or blood drying on his hands. Most days are paperwork. Threat assessments. Training younger agents. Reviewing reports from the field instead of being the one sent into them. Oddly enough, he doesnāt miss it. Not really.
Sometimes he still catches himself watching the door too carefully. Sometimes loud noises still make his pulse jump. Sometimes he still wakes up reaching for a weapon that isnāt there anymore.
But then youāll touch his hand beneath your shared desk at work. Or hand him coffee exactly how he likes it. Or smile at him from across the office while arguing with Sherry over printer issues.
And suddenly the world feels survivable again.
The transition hadnāt exactly been smooth. The DSO had fought him on it harder than he expected. Agents like him werenāt supposed to retire quietly into office chairs and briefing rooms. Men with his record got sent back into the field until they died, burned out, or became too broken to hold a weapon steady. The DSO had tried to compromise at first. Limited deployments. Advisory positions with occasional field work. Short assignments āonly when necessary.ā Leon had shut every single suggestion down.Ā
The final meeting had ended with him staring across a conference table and saying, with exhausted calm, that if they forced him back into active deployment, they could accept his resignation instead. And judging by the silence afterward, everyone in the room understood there were uglier alternatives he wasnāt saying out loud. Somehow, that had done it. Maybe it was his reputation. Maybe it was the fact that heād spent years bleeding for them without complaint. Or maybe someone high enough up had finally looked at the medical files, the psych evaluations, the body count, and realized they couldnāt keep asking him for more.
Whatever the reason, the paperwork had eventually gone through.Ā
You sit up slowly, stretching carefully before reaching for the glass of water resting on the nightstand beside you. Leon watches you take a sip, before finally dragging himself upright too. His arm brushes yours automatically.
Domesticity still feels bizarre on him sometimes. Not unwanted. Just precious. Like something he spent years believing belonged to other people.
The kitchen is quiet while you both get ready. You make breakfast while he pours coffee into travel mugs. Thereās a grocery list stuck to the fridge beneath a magnet shaped like a daisy flower. One of your physical therapy schedules still hangs nearby out of habit, though the appointments are less frequent now. Moreso a reevaluation of your mobility rather than a full appointment.
Leon catches sight of you limping slightly while reaching for something in the cabinet. Immediately, heās moving. Your eyes lift just in time to watch him grab the plate from the higher shelf before you can strain your leg further.
āā¦You know I can do that myself, right?ā he says automatically, mimicking your usual expression.
You stare at him flatly. Then you point at the cabinet, like something about either it or him offended you.
āOkay, rude,ā he mutters.
Your laugh fills the apartment warmly. A few minutes later, the two of you stand near the front door gathering your things for work. Leon reaches for your coat while you scribble something quickly into your notebook. You hold it up toward him, pink paper drawing his eye with ease.
Did you remember your lunch this time?
He freezes. Slowly, he looks back toward the kitchen counter. āā¦Damnit.ā
Your shoulders shake silently with laughter as he stalks back toward the kitchen, grumbling under his breath. Behind him, he hears you laugh again, soft, breathless, alive.
Itās still his favorite sound in the world.Ā
And as Leon grabs his forgotten lunch and turns back toward the woman waiting for him by the door, engagement ring glinting softly beneath the morning light, he realizes something simple.
For the first time since Raccoon City, he isnāt just surviving anymore.
Sorry for being shameless as I am but I love your Quiet series and I was wondering if you are uploading it on Ao3 too? Because I will love to giggle reading it at night there too and save it in my bookmarks š„¹
I just posted it on ao3! All 35 parts are on there.
Also, holy crap, posting it there made me realize just how much I've written. I WROTE OVER 80000 WORDS IN TWO MONTHS. THAT'S A FUCKING NOVELS WORTH. HOLY SHIT.
Uhhhhh anyway, yeah! It's on ao3 now!
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Happy Reading!
-Angel
The Choice - Leon Kennedy x quiet! Reader (Part 34)
Summary: You both are cleared to go back out in the field. Leon realizes that he has a decision to make.
Authors Note: Next part is the epilogue! Thank you all for following me through this journey. Don't worry, I already have two fics planned out (one for RE4 Leon, one for Luis) that I plan to write at the same time. I really hope that ya'll might like those too when this series ends <3
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Two weeks after coming back to the office, he gets an email.
Being cleared for active duty again should feel like relief. Instead, Leon feels sick. The email sits open on his monitor, sterile black text against a white screen.
MEDICALLY CLEARED FOR FIELD REINSTATEMENT.
A second line beneath it details your updated mobility assessment and physical limitations. Temporary restrictions. Continued monitoring. Required follow-ups. Clinical and detached, like you two are just objects instead of people.
His eye twitches as he reads the text over and over again.Ā
It reads like the last two months of his life can be condensed into paperwork and signatures.
Across the office, youāre adjusting your crutch against your arm, expression thoughtful as you read over your own copy. The fluorescent lights overhead catch against the metal support along your leg. Even now, even healed enough to walk again, thereās still a stiffness to some of your movements when you forget to hide it. He can see the way your leg twitches at night, like your muscles and nerves are still firing too hard despite the flesh being physically healed.
It twists something ugly in his chest, his jaw tightening.Ā
Truly, heās been enjoying his time with you. The lazy mornings tangled up in bed. The slow drives to the office, with your coffee in the cup holder next to him. Leon has found himself increasingly comfortable with a domestic style life, in ways that he never thought he could be. Before you, he had never thought that a āhome lifeā would be possible. Heād get home from a case, sleep until the pains in his body faded a bit, rinse, and repeat. But now? With you next to him, holding his hand and making him homemade meals? He canāt believe it, but heās enjoying being somewhat normal, for once.
Next to him, thereās two sharp taps of your nail against the desk. Itās accompanied by a curious hum.
You okay?
āYeah,ā he answers automatically.
The look you give him says you donāt buy it for a second. Your office chair wheels closer to him, your body leaning into his side. The warmth soothes him, untangling the knots of stress that are deep in his soul.Ā
He sighs. ā... I donāt know how I feel about being sent out again.ā
He feels your hand pat against his leg encouragingly. Telling him to let it out.
āYou knowā¦ā His head lulls a little, resting atop yours, āI keep thinking about it all. That last mission, I mean.ā
A low hum. Clearly, youāve been thinking about it too.
He continues, āThat was bad. We almost didnāt make it out.ā Then, smaller, he mutters, āYou almost didnāt make it out.ā
Your hand leaves his side, scribbling out a note and placing it in his eyeline.
Trust me, Iām aware.
A hollow chuckle falls, before heās speaking again.Ā āGuess weāre both officially back on the menu now.ā
The joke lands weakly. Even he can hear it. Your shoulder nudges his own lightly in response. Itās gentler than before your injury. Careful, so that you donāt somehow jostle your leg. The leg you still limp on without thinking sometimes. The one that still has tiny hesitations in your balance whenever you stand too fast. He notices every single one of them. His eyes drift back toward the email.
CLEARED FOR ACTIVE FIELD DUTY.
Like itās that simple. Like there isnāt scar tissue buried deep in your leg. Like he doesnāt still wake up some nights hearing you whimper in pain as your muscles twist in irritation.Ā
āYou shouldnāt have been cleared yet,ā he says quietly.
Your brows knit immediately. Leon already knows that expression. You hate when he gets protective in ways that border on unfair. Before you can grab your notebook, he keeps talking.
āIām serious.ā His voice stays calm, but thereās tension underneath it now. āYou canāt even run yet. Youāre still using crutches. Youāre still in pain.ā
Your eyes roll, fingers writing more.
Havenāt you been in pain for decades at this point?
Youāre right, and he knows it. His shoulder, the one that got shot back in Raccoon City, still burns when a storm rolls in. His knees ache on days when he overworks himself.Ā Half the scars on his body pull tight in the cold. Pain stopped being temporary years ago.
That doesnāt mean he wants this life for you. Your body has already withstood years of torment. You donāt need more.
His hand drags down over his face slowly. āYeah,ā he admits eventually. āI have.ā
You reach over after a moment, fingers slipping carefully through his. Easy. Familiar. Like itās second nature now. It still catches him off guard sometimes, how naturally you fit into his life. No hesitation. No awkwardness. Like youāve always belonged beside him.
His thumb rubs absently against your knuckles as he stares at the monitor again.
āYou know what the worst part is?ā he asks after a while.
You tilt your head.
āI should be happy.ā His laugh is quiet and humorless. āA few years ago, this is all I wanted. Get back out there. Go back to work. Down time feltā¦ Wrong.ā His gaze lowers. āBut now all I can think about is you getting hurt. Or me dying and leaving you behind.ā
Your expression softens instantly, body leaning into his side a touch harder. Itās grounding, spreading a warmth through him that makes his body loosen.Ā
He keeps talking anyway. āI donāt want to go back to how things were back in that lab.ā
You shift again, and the motion bumps one of your crutches, making it clatter to the floor. You have to carefully maneuver yourself to grab it and prop it back up, before leaning back into him. The motions are clumsy and human. Awkward in the most endearing of ways. You barely manage to steady yourself before settling back into his side, your lips finding his cheek in a chaste kiss.
It nearly destroys him.
His eyes close briefly. Christ. He loves you so much it scares him sometimes. His arm slips around your waist automatically, pulling you closer despite the cramped office chair arrangement. You let out a quiet laugh at the awkward angle of it, but donāt pull away.
āCāmere,ā he murmurs anyway, voice softer now.
Your fingers curl lightly into the front of his shirt, just like how it does when you two are lying together in bed.Ā
If you were to go out on a mission and get killed, then he would never have that again. He would never get to see your serene face as you slept. Never get to taste test your cooking. Heād lose the only things that have made him feel normal. The only things that have reminded him that heās human.Ā
ā... Iām going to put in the paperwork for us to be permanently put on desk jobs.ā
That finally makes you pull back enough to properly look at him. Your eyes search his face carefully, like youāre trying to figure out whether this is another moment of fear talking. Another fresh wave of panic before another mission.
It isnāt.
Leon has spent most of his adult life running himself into the ground for this job. Taking mission after mission because there was always another outbreak. Another biohazard. Another city to save. Heās bled for the government more times than he can count.
And until recently, he was fine with that.
Sure, he didnāt like it. But he was able to help people. That was enough for him to keep going. But now?Ā
Now he knows what it feels like to wake up beside someone who reaches for him half-asleep.
He knows what it feels like to come home to warm food and soft laughter.
He knows what it feels like to have someone waiting for him.
The thought of losing that makes something cold settle deep in his stomach.
You slowly reach for your notebook again, balancing it awkwardly against your knee.
Are you sure?
His answer comes immediately. āYeah.ā
No hesitation. No joking. Just the truth. Just like when he had first told you he loved you, while dying in that godforsaken freezing hellscape. The truth.
You pause, fingers twitching against your pencil.
What if they say no?
That earns a quiet huff from him, somewhere between amusement and exhaustion. His fingers tighten around yours.
āThen I keep pushing.ā
Thereās something stubborn in the way he says it. Something exhausted, too. Like heās finally reached the point where he canāt keep sacrificing pieces of himself for a job that will always ask for more. You study him carefully.
He wonders if you can see how terrified he is underneath all of this. Not of death.Ā Not really. Leon made peace with his own death a long time ago. But yours? Thatās different. The image still lives in his head whether he wants it to or not.
Blood on concrete. Your scream, raw and real. Teeth sinking into your leg. The horrible certainty that he was about to lose you, your body going limp in his arms and face completely pale. Sometimes he still sees it when he closes his eyes.
His thumb brushes slowly over your knuckles again.
āI canāt do that again,ā he admits quietly. āI canāt watch you almost die again and pretend this job is worth it.ā
Your expression softens so completely it almost hurts to look at. For a moment, neither of you speaks. He just savors the way that one of your arms crosses his back, hand settling on his shoulder. Holding him casually. Lovingly. It makes his chest ache.
Maybe heās tired. Maybe heās selfish now. Or maybe loving you has finally made him realize he wants to live instead of just survive. But heās made his decision.Ā
Heās choosing you.
Even if it means he canāt save people anymore.
He chooses you.Ā
The words donāt feel dramatic when he thinks them. They donāt feel like a sacrifice. Justā¦ truth.
Your hand tightens around his like youāve heard him anyway. Across the office, a printer starts up again, sharp, mechanical, indifferent. The world doesnāt stop for decisions like this. But for the first time in a long time, Leon doesnāt feel like he has to keep up with it.
Heās choosing a place to come home to.
Heās choosing safety, beyond just fleeting moments where heās not about to get hurt.
