ā§ summary: where it's your birthday and your boyfriend is on a mission far from home.
ā§ cw: female reader x leon kennedy (re4r), fluff, just him being a cutie pie and the boyfiest boyfie ever (ā āā į“ā āā āæ
ā§ wc: 1387
a/n: I'M SCARED, this is my first time writing something COMPLETELY in english so... if something looks kinda silly forgive me š english is not my first language but feel free to give me feedback!
my birthday was two days ago and i kinda want it to write something so, if someone is reading this on their birthday, happy birthday!!! š¤²š»
11:45 PM. You were pacing around your apartment. Brushing your teeth, doing your skin care routine, pulling out the softest cotton sheets you have at your disposal.
You looked at the calendar that sat on the nightstand next to your bed, your eyes drifting towards the next day's date. Your birthday.
You weren't that excited, the printed number that indicated your day of birth wasn't marked with a red marker that circled it. The date Leon would return was.
Originally, your boyfriend's absence wouldn't interfere with your birthday. He would be with you on your special day. But you thought back to the call you had with him a few days ago, with him trying to get a signal to tell you that he couldn't make it on time and that he was really sorry.
You understand. It doesn't bother you, but you wish he was by your side now.
His job was complicated, and he explained that he couldn't tell you much from it. As far as you know, he's in Spain, rescuing someone. You don't know who, but it must be someone important.
11:55 PM. Five minutes to midnight. Five minutes until another return to the sun happens for you.
You laid down on your bed, covered by the sheets that hugged your body. You took the pillow that Leon usually uses and wrapped both arms around it, seeking comfort to avoid missing him so much.
Tomorrow would be just another day. Sure, your friends will congratulate you, you will receive calls from your family at extremely early hours of the morning, and you will repeat "thank you, I appreciate it" like a broken recorder for each call and message.
Gifts don't matter, much less a cake, or a party. The only thing you want is for the love of your life to return soon and you can be together.
Rolling between thoughts, you were able to fall asleep.
12:00 PM. Finally your birthday.
Your cellphone vibrated with every message that one of your friends or your family sent you congratulations. The light from the device breaks into your not-so-deep sleep, since not even ten minutes had passed since you closed your eyes.
Sheet off you, you stopped hugging the pillow and with a soft grunt reached for your phone, checking notifications with squinted eyes.
You lowered the brightness of your cell phone because of that annoying burning in your eyes and now with more comfort, you wandered around the notifications you had, until one caught your attention completely.
Leon ā”: "Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much."
A smile began to form on your face, and without hesitation you unlocked your cell phone to answer him.
Thanks, Lee :( I miss you and I love you
You weren't expecting a response, after all, he must be busy, right? In Spain it must have been your birthday hours ago, but he still bothered to wait for it to come where you are.
Leon ā”: I miss you too, how have you been?
You didn't think he would have time to respond, but you also didn't want to spend three days without hearing from him, so you took advantage of the opportunity.
I've been fine... I haven't done much, just work and back home :( how about you?
Leon ā”: Tired, but all good. Missing you most of all the time. Tell me, have you done anything interesting?
Does missing you count? :[
Leon ā”: Yeah, it counts, sweet thing. I want to tell you something, okay? But let me call you first.
The fact that he was going to call you made you feel good, he may not be with you on your birthday and he is supposed to arrive days later, but one call is enough to lift your spirits.
You were going to answer but your screen lit up with your boyfriend's contact name and the buttons to answer or hang up the call. You pressed the green button and put it on speaker, placing your phone on your chest with a smile. "Hi..."
"Hello, birthday girl." His voice... You could spend hours listening to him speak, even if he was talking about the most boring topic in the world, you would pay attention from start to finish. "How's my baby doing?"
You giggled, there really wasn't much to say, your birthday had started less than an hour ago, "No crazy, exciting party... My friends have congratulated me, as has my family. My parents must be asleep at this time, so I guess when they wake up they'll call me."
"Yeah, they must be resting at this time, huh. You should, too. It's only because of your birthday that you stay up so late." He answered and you could hear his smirk over the phone, making you blush slightly.
"Of course not... I can sleep late whenever I want." And even if you wanted to, you know it's not possible. Once you get home from work and settle into your boyfriend's arms to sleep, you fall deeply into the arms of Morpheus. It's hard not to sleep well when you have a giant boyfriend pillow. "I can't sleep without you here."
"I know, baby, I know... I can't sleep without my sweet girl hugging me like a damn teddy bear." He chuckled and you did it too. Both of you fell into a small silence, it wasn't awkward, it was comforting. "Hey, baby?" He began, as you settled into the sheets.
"Mhm?" You asked, as you looked at the moon through your bedroom window. Her brilliance seeped in and was strong and radiant.
Watching the moon always gave you a certain comfort, knowing that no matter where Leon is, both of you will always be under the same moon and firmament of stars.
A laugh came through the speaker of your cell phone, the same laugh that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. "Did you see how beautiful the moon is?"
You smiled, humming a small "mhm" in response, before adding, "Yeah... It's full and very pretty. I wish you were here to watch it together."
Leon let out a small sigh, "Yeah, me too, what if you ask the moon for that?" You chuckled this time. It was a silly thing to do, but, why not?
"Like a birthday wish? But if you know it then it won't come true." Leon could hear the pout in your voice, and he smiled to himself. "Maybe there will be an exception this time." He murmured. "Come on, babe. Do it."
With your eyes closed, you let out a sigh, wishing with all your being that Leon could be by your side as soon as possible, and after a few seconds, you heard him speak, "Did you do it?"
"Yeah, I did... Time to wait I guess." Your gaze met that radiant crater that was seen in its maximum splendor, until something began to click in your head.
"Did you see how beautiful the moon is?" There is supposed to be approximately six hours between your location and Spain, so it was impossible for Leon to see the moon shining in its entirety, but you tried not to give too much thought to the matter, since the moon can also be seen during the day, although at lower exposure.
But if he talked about the moon... And how big it looked... That could mean that maybe he...
"The stars look very bright too." He added after.
"But, you know what I think is more bright?" He began, while his footsteps were heard on the cement, signaling that he had begun to walk.
Until he stopped.
"The brightest thing I'm going to see is your face when you look out the window."
That made you get up from your bed, phone in hand while with clumsy steps thanks to the sheets rolled up between your legs, you reached the window and realized everything.
He is here.
And when he saw that look light up on your face, he knew that the moon was nothing compared to how radiant you looked. "Hey, birthday girl."
It seems like the moon was the perfect alibi for Leon to sneak in and surprise you.
Or simply the moon heard your wishes, and fulfilled them on your special day.
a/n: OKAY... I'M STILL NERVOUS I PUT THIS ON THREE DIFFERENT GRAMMAR CHECKERS BUT I'M STILL AFRAID i suck at writing tbh but this idea was scratching my brain and i thought Hmm why not SO!!! i hope y'all like it :] i appreciate likes and reblogs annnnnd comments i love comments!!! feel free to give me tips to be better at writing or something THAT'S ALL BYE-BYE š¤²š»
ughhh this was so cute and hot at the same time!!!!
Can I pls request one where Leon is obsessed with his wifeās small baby bump? Like especially when she wears dresses he just canāt stop staring š§āāļøšø
baby blues
āre4!leon kennedy!husband x pregnant wife!reader
ā a oneshot (request)
warnings: MDNI, 18+, a lot of fluff, leon being the best baby daddy out there, reader kind of hates being pregnant at times, reader deals with some body issues and how their body is changing, leon is so sweet and supportive, gives cocky hot dad vibes, mentions of pregnancy pain, oral (f receiving), breast play, lots of kissing and praise, mentions of past sex, mentions of doctors offices, cursing, leon and reader being the cutest little husband and wife out there.
āyou had tried. tried stretching, tried taking a pill and had tried sleeping. but everything hurt. everything. your feet, your head, your back and especially your breasts. it felt like something was tugging and poking at all the soft parts of your body. it was torture, almost. if there wasnāt a handsome man next to you, rubbing your back as you laid on your side. leon dulled the ache a little, he looked at you still like the day he met you four years ago, even when you were pregnant, fat and you felt like death had taken over certain parts of your body. leon still looked at you like you were the most precious thing. and it made you wanna cry, scream and kiss him all at the same time.ā
ā or reader gets pregnant and tries to come to terms with it and leon has no problem helping her out
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an: thank you for the request anon <33 hope you enjoy it. this was such a cute little thing to write. might make a headcanon list soon just for this specific request :,)
you and leon had talked about kids, about babies.
about the joy it would bring both of you to have something made by the two of you. to make you both enjoy the ties of your marriage and love.
you, however didnāt expect to get pregnant so soon after your marriage. but leonā¦leon was hard to resist and your body craved him and it was your choice. a choice that you made over and over and over again.
until two lines changed his life and yours entirely, it was hard ignore how the both of you panicked. the excitement, nerves and the rushing of your heart beating accelerated as you stared at the testā¦four month ago.
you both had been so careful, so very careful, but in one night of heated touches and sloppy kisses, you decided to fuck the condom and just deal. thinking the birth control you took would be enough, but itā¦it was not. definitely not.
you dealt with being pregnant like a champ, or tried to. you were sore now, you were fatter and you felt like a truck had hit you when you simply moved to grab something.
you loved the idea of carrying a child in retrospect, when leon had pounded you into the mattress many times before, thinking and muttering all the obscene words and images about breeding you. you literally keened at the idea, but now, now that you were here and doing it, you wanted to rip this kid out of you.
you hurt every moment of everyday, you were tired and hungry and whenever you saw that stupid ASPCA commercial on the tv with the dogs, you started bawling like a child. it was obnoxious and to think it would only get more strenuous as the moments that passed was literal torture.
and the doctors appointments, the vitamins you had to take and the way your body changed. it was a lot to handle, you had leon. you had him to help but sometimes it didnāt feel like it was enough. you couldnāt dress like you usually did anymore and could only wear the sundresses and other dresses you had hanging in your closet.
it felt like you were playing dress up, but it was the only thing you were comfortable in these days. the only thing that fit over the bump. the only thing that made you feel pretty and not like an inflated blimp.
and the one thing besides the pain, the bloating and the never ending amount of morning sickness youāve had to deal withā¦the one thing you held onto was by the end of it you would get to be a mom. leon would get to be a dad, that was the only thing that kept you tethered to reality these days.
but leon enjoyed the sight of you in your dresses, that was one thing that also kept you tethered. the way he still ate you alive with his eyes, scouring you still as if you havenāt changed at all. you would always find his blue eyes piercing into your pregnant frame whenever youād slip on a dress for the day or when you were bare and just got out of the shower.
it made you more aroused then usual, the only thing worse was the leon never acted on it. he never once stopped you and brought you to your guys bedroom. he never offered to eat you out anymore. you didnāt know why he was staring but wouldnāt act. was he worried that heād hurt you? or the baby? you didnāt know, you had no clue.
but it was festering, each look he gave you in your pretty little dresses with your bump of pregnancy was making your skin hotter everyday. you didnāt know how much longer of this pregnancy you could take if he didnāt act on his desires. most importantly, your own.
two weeks, later and your sick of everything.
your sick of walking, your back pain, the peeing every five minutes. just everything makes you annoyed or feel like your going to crawl out of your own skin. you donāt get comfort in bed, you toss and turn. youāre then frustrated because you canāt sleep on your stomach, you wanna rip this baby out of you and itās only the four month mark.
leon is a saint though. heās bringing you food, rubbing your feet, holding your hair back when you throw up from the morning sickness. you feel bad for being such a bitch, for being so mean and hormonal. you try not to snap or throw a hissy fit.
but itās hard.
youāre also sick of the doctor asking you twenty million questions when you go to your next appointment. already fed up from lack of sleep and your bowel movements. the baby is healthy, so everyone is happy. just not you.
another thing, leon keeps eyeing you and basically fucking you with his eyes. another thing thatās just adding up into your short limit of patience. you wanna scream at him to just fuck you, do something. you need a release. and if you could do it on your own, you would. but you canāt even see over your stomach or much less reach it.
so your just stuck feeling pent up and frustrated with everything. until one day, one day you just snap. you just lose your shit. you donāt remember what really caused it to happen, maybe it was the fact that you saw leon wearing only a towel after his shower, practically making you drool.
but you lost it. you just lost it, for absolutely no reason at all.
ācan you stop looking at me like that?ā you say softly as you look over at him, your being patient, so patient at this point and it makes you wanna scream or cry. heās digging for something in your shared dresser drawer at this point, minding his own business.
leon looks behind him, over his shoulder to where you sit on the bed. he raises a small brow, āiām not even looking at you, baby. iām getting clothes.ā he says with a small hint of amusement in his voice.
āyou know what i mean, leon.ā you say in a annoyed tone as you shift on the bed, the many pillows for your back pain and a heating pad pressed up against it. you opted for a t-shirt of his and underwear, the only two things besides dresses that you could really stand these days.
he grabs his boxers and takes off his towel, you try to ignore the arousal thatās literally pooling uncomfortably in your underwear as you see it. your trying to stay annoyed, stay focused, but his dick is just right there. so far out of your reach but so close and you just want to pounce on him.
āi canāt stare at my beautiful wife now?ā he says with a small notch in his brow, pulling his boxers up over his dick, making you disappointed and snap back into what was currently happening. you huff and rub your bump, shifting against the heating pad and pillows.
āno, you can.ā you say with a small glare in his direction, ābut if your not gonna do something about it, iād rather you tell me then justā¦ā you trail off when he crawls on the bed next to you, sitting beside you. āangel, you have something you wanna share with me?ā he says in that low and intimate tone that gets your insides all bubbly.
you gnaw on your bottom lip in contemplation, āno. i donāt.ā he chuckles lowly and moves even closer to you on the bed, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing. āi hardly believe that, baby. no offense.ā he says softly as he presses a kiss to your ear.
you were going to jump him if he didnāt stop this, he was teasing you. he had to be, it was ridiculous that he couldnāt even see how miserable this was making you. ācan you justā¦?ā you start and fail pathetically as you try to squirm into his touch more on your thigh.
ācan i just what?ā he says in a soft timbre into your ear, almost daring and pushing you to say it. to ask. you were beyond irritated and wound up now. everything hurt and your body felt hot. ācan you please touch me?ā you say softly, you sound whiney and desperate and itās nothing like you. but a part of you really didnāt care anymore.
you hormonal, achy and moody beyond relief. you just wanted him to touch you, to fuck you even. it was getting annoying how much your body had craved him since you became pregnant.
he didnāt move his hand from your thigh, his breath still ghosting over your ear and the side of your face. āi am touching you, love.ā he says with an arrogant smirk against your skin.
arrogant bastard. you thought to yourself, you were brazen in the moment. āit hurts, leon. justā¦please?ā you practically whined in that moment, you didnāt like the teasing. not when your patience was already short enough as it was.
he pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head, āwhat hurts, baby?ā he says softly as he rubs his hand up her thigh and over her bump, soothing tender circles over your body and the baby beneath.
you donāt even care anymore, the soothing feeling of his hand over your t-shirt was enough. your cheeks were red though and you guided his hand up to your swollen breasts beneath your (his) t-shirt that you wore.
āoh, honey.ā he sighs softly in a contented whisper against your head, pressing a small kiss to your hairline. he doesnāt move his hand on one of your swollen breasts, just rests his hand there as if heās just supporting it with his large hand over the fabric.
āleonā¦please, it hurts.ā you hear yourself breathe out in a whimper, one of pain or of desire, you didnāt know. you didnāt care to know right now. āhold on, hold on.ā he mumbled softly as he shifted next to you, getting closer to your side, he adjusted himself on the pillows next to you.
ācanāt deny my pretty little wife. can i?ā he says into your ear with a small nip as his hand squeezed and kneaded one of your swollen breasts. you couldnāt help the sound that came out of you, a mix of relief and desire that you didnāt know you could make.
he moves his lips to press against your neck, nipping and licking as he kneads your breasts, trying to make the pain subside as you moan. āfeels sāgoodā¦ā you mumble in between small noises.
āi know, i know. sorry, for teasing you all this time.ā he mumbles into your neck, āgotta stop teasing youā¦ā he mumbles again in between kisses as he presses one more kiss under your ear.
his hands working up your swollen and aching breasts, you could feel your panties practically dripping with release. you grab at his bicep, curling around the muscle there for balance. āpleaseā¦ā you whimper softly.
he moves his lips up to your ear, āwhat do you want? use your words, baby.ā he nips at your earlobe and keeps kneading your breasts, alleviating some of the ache there.
you grip down on his bicep harder, your hormones from the pregnancy were going crazy at his touch. āanythingā¦something, please.ā you whine softly near his ear as you almost draw blood. you just needed a release and you werenāt going to get far with him kneading your breasts.
āhow about i eat out that pretty pussy? hmm?ā he practically purrs into your ear as one of his hands leads down from your breasts to beneath the covers. your soaked underwear beneath your rotund belly, he finds it. an amusing sound leaving his mouth at your ear, tracing the pads of his fingers over your wet slit of your underwear.
his words and his touches having a disastrous affect on your pregnant body, you felt like a match that he was striking with flame and then putting out. it was so much in the best way possible.
you just nod rapidly, emitting a small whine as you clutch his bare bicep harder. āokay, pretty girl.ā he presses another kiss to your ear, smirking to himself. he traces your wet slit again, marveling at how soaked you were for him.
āpractically drenching your underwear, this all for me?ā he muses as he pulls back on the bed next to you, pushing the covers back from your body. your hand falling down to the sheets beneath you, āyesā¦ā you manage to get out as he clicks his tongue. a growl almost rose from his mouth as he gets farther back on the bed, moving in between your knees.
he sees the wet patch thatās soaking your underwear, he knew you were hormonal from the pregnancy. but god, how much arousal could form just from you looking at him? it needed to be studied, but he couldnāt help but feel his ego and confidence inflate.
your bodies reaction to him would always be something heād never get tired of. especially now when you were drenching your pretty panties.
āfuck, baby. missed this sweet pussy.ā he rasps as he looks up at you with hooded blue eyes, his pupils dilated. you knew that look well enough to know that he was going to give you what you both wanted.
release.
you mewl, āplease, leon. donāt wanna begā¦ā you try to reach down to yank his hands or his head closer but your pregnant belly stops you. he puts a hand on the inside of your thigh, āno begging required. iām going to eat out my pretty pregnant wife. iām hungry anyways.ā he smirks devilishly as he massage the meat of your thigh.
he doesnāt waste anytime, your head hits the mountains of pillows behind you. your chest rising and falling fast beneath his t-shirt that your wearing. his hands come up to the waist band of your underwear and slowly pull them down over your hips and bent legs.
your bare pussy is on display now and you feel the cold air hit your most private parts, ones that heās seen before but nowā¦now that you were pregnant and carrying his childā¦things were different. you looked more delicious now, looked more like he could eat you out for days. eat you and fuck you until the baby came.
god help him.
he doesnāt waste anytime, none whatsoever. heās going to give you what you want. he rubs his fingers through your arousal, spreading it everywhere and teasing you just a bit longer.
you whine, āleon, pleaseā¦just stop. i want it.ā he looks up at you from where heās laying on the mattress in between your bent legs. āi know baby, just admiring how beautiful you areā¦everywhere.ā he smirks to himself and presses a kiss to the hood of your clit.
you moan a little, he clicks his tongue. āso sensitive.ā he muses, āgood to know some things never change after pregnancy.ā he whispers as he presses another kiss to your clit.
āfuckā¦leonā¦ā you whine softly, clenching the sheets beneath you. your hormone fueled body making you out to be this whiny monster.
he just chuckles against the skin of your dripping pussy, ājust sit back and relax, sweet girl. iāve got you.ā he says as he runs his hands up to the sides of your hips, holding you steady as he dips his head down.
he starts licking a long stripe up from your drenched opening to your clit, your head tilting back as you moan loudly. you never failed to amaze him, get him hard and all worked up. you both had that affect on each other, good to know it was still intact.
how had leon not done this yet? not touched you this way yet when youād been pregnant? you were like putty in his hands right now.
he felt like an idiot.
a large one. ļæ¼
he stuck his tongue into your soaked opening and licked, fucking you with his tongue as you clenched the sheets harder beneath you. āfuck, wantā¦uhh, so fucking good!ā you moan loudly, practically screaming.
he just keeps fucking you with his tongue, almost rutting his boxer clad erection into the mattress. he reached one hand down to rub his thumb over your clit, still fucking you with his tongue.
your back arches a little, as much as it can without you hurting yourself. a white knuckled grip on the mattress is all you have as he ravishes you, keeps his tongue and fingers working you into oblivion as you writhe and moan underneath him.
āleon! uhhā¦fuckā¦ā you babble nonsense as you feel the coil start to build in your lower abdomen, you had never come this fast before. but the fact that you were pent up, more hormonal then usual and he was working you open with his skilled mouth and fingersā¦
you were fucked, figuratively and literally.
he took his tongue out of your opening moving the finger that was on your clit, down to your soaked opening. his fingers working you open now, sliding one in which causes you to release a long moan, his name rolling off of your tongue.
his mouth attaching itself to your clit and licking, sucking and swirling his tongue. he was smirking as he did it. knowing that he was gonna feel you come all over his fingers and face.
he could do this forever, keep you pregnant forever just so he could hear those pretty little sounds you made when youād fall apart beneath him.
he kept moving his pointer finger in and out, swirling his tongue over your swollen clit as you moaned obscenely, thanking god and him and his mouth.
ājustā¦yes! fuck! gonna cum!ā you babble again, losing all rational thoughts as he continued to lick and rub and finger you. you felt helpless under his touch, but in the best way. the way that made you and the unborn baby inside of you feel safe and cherished, loved even.
he just kept it up, only breaking his licking at your clit to talk you through it, āgood girl, pretty little wife gonna cum all over my fingers? huh?ā he says with a raspy voice, his lips stained in a gloss of your arousal.
you moan softly in response and nod, your eyes fluttering open and shut, your pussy clenching around his fingers. pulling them out just to push another long inside of you and curl your fingers upwards until he found your magic spot.
you whine at that, smacking a hand down on the sheets underneath you. āthere it isā¦ā he muses in a low tone, āgood girl, maybe if your really nice iāll pump another baby into you tomorrow.ā he says with a smirk.
you moan, āfuckā¦yes!ā you yell out, the idea of him fucking you and promising to get you even more pregnantā¦it was making that band inside of you get closer to snapping.
āyouād like that wouldnāt you? filling you up with my big cock and pumping you full of my cum?ā he teases as he keeps fucking you with his two fingers, the noise of your arousal would normally be a turn off but you were so close to release that you didnāt care anymore.
you moaned and nodded dumbly in response, his free hand sliding from your hip to rub over the swell of your belly. āpump another baby into you, fuck, youād love that.ā he says lowly.
āi-i wouldā¦fuck, want more babiesā¦ā you whine softly as you writhe more, some tears leaking out of your eyes. he almost growls at that, pumping his fingers harder inside of you and rubbing that sweet spot that makes you see stars.
he knew you were close, knew you were going to reach that point that made you all blissed out and needy. ācmon baby, come all over my fingers. know you can.ā he encouraged with a kiss to your clit, his free hand still rubbing over your belly.
all it took was him talking more, working you up with his sweet words and his fingers hitting the mark over and over again inside of you. you moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers. your release coating all over his digits.
he didnāt say anything, just worked you through it until overstimulation set in, removing his fingers from you. he brought them both up and licked the release from his fingers.
you watched him with undivided attention, your eyes lazily opening and closing in the haze of your orgasm. he smiled softly and crawled from in between your legs to rest over you, pressing a kiss to your lips.
ādonāt you ever think for one second that i donāt want to fuck you, taste you or do that. i love you and i love making you fall apart. you being pregnantā¦has nothing to do with me holding off.ā he says in a reassurance, pressing another small kiss to your lips.
being mindful as he leaned over you not to disturb the bump of your belly. your eyes locked on his as he looked down at you, āiāve just been stressed and on edge with prepping for the baby. itās had absolutely nothing to do with you being pregnant.ā he says softly, reaching a hand up and running it through the hair at the base of your skull.
āyour so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. i know you donāt see it these days. but you are even hotter now that your carrying my baby, our baby.ā he explains with a gentle smile, making some water prick into your eyes.
āso donāt think for one second that i find you unattractive or that iām teasing you on purpose.ā he says with another small peck to your lips, āyou understand me?ā
you nod slowly as you look up at him, blinking the small amount of water away from your eyes. you shouldāve never doubted him, shouldāve never thought that about yourself.
and he hated that, hated that he made you doubt yourself and your body for one second. you were so beautiful, you were his and he loved you. he had loved you long before you both spoke your vows in front of god and each other.
he loved you so much, as much as you loved him. so he rolled off from hovering on top to you, cuddling his body next to yours, letting himself wrap his strong arms around your pregnant body.
he wanted to hold you close to his heart, he always did inside. he always kept you there because thatās where you deserved to be. you were his wife and the mother of his (soon to be) child.
he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling the covers back up over you and him, cuddling you close. his hand rubbing over your belly with the fabric of his own t-shirt covering it. āyour so very beautiful, baby. i love you so much. even when you donāt see it.ā he says against the side of your head, pressing another kiss there.
you melted into his arms, your eyes fluttering close in exhaustion and in content. you didnāt feel so insecure and anxious anymore. you knew that he had been off, but he was just as stressed as you. he had to be, you were going to be a mom and he was going to be a dad.
it was a lot of pressure.
but as long as you both had each other, you knew you guys could do it. the rings on your hands symbolizing the best and worst parts of you and him, the parts that you accepted and promised to love forever.
and with him, it would never be scary. not if you had a husband like leon, and he would love you just as much as the baby inside of you.
it was a part of both of you, that could never be unloved. not if either of you had anything to say about it.
an: hope you guys enjoy. i couldnāt deny a double upload this week, my bad lol. i love you guys so much and i hope you enjoyed. happy friday!! iām gonna be opening my requests again soon. i wrote this when i was ovulating so no harsh judgement. please reblog and like, kisses. xx.
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hiii iām not sure if you particularly like writing hybrid!reader but can i pls request something with leon where he tries to feel out his bunny/dog hybrid gfās kinks by seeing how her tail moves in response to them. like something she really likes sheāll wag her tail real fast and he finds it adorable
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader
summary: leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, humping his boot, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, scent kink, dacryphilia, and size kink
word count: 2.6k
a/n: no because i love this idea so much. it's been in my head since i got it. i hope i did it justice because i think it's so cute. thank you for sending it and i hope you enjoy <3
Leonās eyes rested upon his favorite sight in the whole world. His precious puppy girl kneeling at his feet. If he had to guess, heād say it was your favorite place to be too. All signs pointed to that conclusion. Your eyes were wide and locked onto his face. Your body vibrated and squirmed with the urge to jump into his lap. And of course, the way your tail wagged back and forth.
Swish. Swish. Swish.
The fluffy appendage moves in a lazy rhythm right now. You were excited Leon was home and wanted to play, but you werenāt thrilled enough for it to turn to a blur. He chuckles and reaches a hand forward to rub your head. That gets it to speed up a little bit.
āYou have a good day, pup?ā he asks.
You scoot the slightest bit closer while nodding. You tilt your head to the side, squishing the flesh of your cheek against his knee.
āYeah? Whatād you do today?ā he says.
āTook a nap. Watched the tv,ā you answer, āYou look tired, daddy.ā
He smiles at your observation and scratches at the base of one of your ears. Those ears, which were perked up at the moment, were so sensitive to everything. The wind knocking something over outside, his car pulling up on the driveway, and of course, small changes in his inflection.Ā
Though he sometimes wondered if thatās all it was. He sees the way your tail picks up a notch when his lips curl upwards with that smile. He wondered, if not hoped, that it was something more than just your heightened physical capabilities. If maybe, there was something within you, something deeper, some instinctive emotional connection that bound you to him. That was probably wishful thinking. Someone who understood him implicitly. Still that was how he felt sometimes, and it was always lingering in the back of his mind when he watched your cute little ass wiggle back and forth with the movement of your tail.
āA little. Had a long day at work,ā he tells you, continuing the conversation.
āOh. Was it boring?ā you inquire.
āYou could say that,ā he says.
āI get bored sometimes when youāre not here too,ā you say.
The short, curt way you speak drives him up the wall. His hand on top of your head trails down to your cheek and gives it a little pinch before his thumb lands on your lips. Your tongue darts out to give the pad a small lick.
āCute,ā he murmurs as his fingers descend to your jawline and then your throat, āWhy were you so bored, puppy? You have the whole house to yourself. You have enough toys to fill a room.ā
āBut I was missing my favorite toy,ā you say, nuzzling against his leg.
āOh, your favorite toy, huh?ā he says.Ā
His fingers tease the edge of the smooth material that was wrapped around your neck. In place of a collar, you wore a pink satin ribbon. It bunched around to the front of your neck where it was tied in a pretty bow. Leonās own handiwork. He never saw a reason to collar you. You were the most loyal little thing on the face of this Earth. Even if he kicked you out, youād probably just take up residence on the mat at the front door. Heād rather you look like the spoiled princess that you were and dress you in the pink ribbon to match the other pink items you wore, your camisole and panties.
You nod at the question he asked, the ends of your bow swaying with your motion.
āYeah? Well, tell daddy. Whatās your favorite toy?ā he prompts you.
Your hand snakes up to the front of his jeans and paws at the area where you would soon feel the outline of his hardening dick.
āThatās your favorite?ā he asks, feigning ignorance, āWow. If I'd known that, I wouldnāt have bought you all those stuffies. Coulda saved me a ton of money. Just let you sit on my cock most of the time, and youād be satisfied.ā
You shrug, not caring to roll that proposition around in your head for actual consideration. Sure you loved your toys, but they didnāt come close to one tucked away inside daddyās jeans.
He grins not only because youāre so fucking cute, but also because he can see your tail starting to go faster. As much as he wants to pull you onto his lap and breed you till youāre a mess of drool and tears, he wants more tonight. You were nothing if not eager, and while he loved that, it meant that it didnāt take much effort from you to get him to cum in minutes. Youād just get so tight, you never suppressed any of your moans or whines, your face always scrunched up into needy expressions of euphoriaā¦
Anyways. He just wanted to tease it out tonight.
āYou have been a good girl today. I think you deserve some time with your favorite toy,ā he says, watching the specific twitch when he said the two words of praise, āYou wanna play with it right now?ā
You nod almost as quickly as your tail wags. A sonorous laugh echoes from him. His eyes hold that glint that lets you know thereās more.
āWhatās your favorite way to play with it, baby? You like bouncing on it?ā he asks, his voice gaining an amused lilt.
You donāt respond with words. He knows your nodding, but his focus is on your backside where heās getting the only response he needs.
Swish.
āMaybe you like taking it face down, whining into the pillow?ā he continues.
Swish Swish.
āOr maybe you like being on your back, legs over daddyās shoulders?ā
āI think thatās the winner,ā he chuckles, āWhy is that your favorite, pup?ā
āIt gets deeper,ā you say. He watches as you try to be subtle about scooching closer. He wasnāt going to stop you though.
āOh I see,ā he says, nodding his head in mock realization, āYou want it as deep as possible, right? And to do that, I have to pin you down, keep you underneath me where I can just fill that pussy up over and over. You like being helpless, princess?ā
As his tone becomes more husky, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. Your hips fight the urge to squirm, but your tail canāt stop flinging itself back and forth. A tingling flame had been lit inside your belly, one you desperately wanted him to put out.
āYeah. You love when Iām in charge. You love when all you have to do is take it like a good girl, and you can just let that little brain melt away,ā he taunts. With each swish of your tail, itās like he can hear a game show buzzer ringing in his points.
You wrap your arms around his leg that was nearest to you and pathetically whimper out ādaddy.ā
āWhat is it, puppy?ā he coos.
You look up at him and give him the definition of puppy eyes. āI want it. No more teasing,ā you whine. Despite your demanding words, you stay put. You were a good girl after all, and good girls wait for permission.
āWhat? You want it?ā he mocks, āWhatās the rush, baby? You donāt like daddyās voice anymore? You sure were liking it last night when you were all sleepy. Just whining and clinging onto me, begging me not to pull out.ā
The movements of your tail start to become blurry as you remember the previous night. Heād fucked you so good and talked you through it the whole time. The main difference between now and then was that then you had his cock stuffed inside you while he spoke.
āI do like it,ā you defend with a pout, āBut I just want it, daddy. Please. Wanna be full of you.ā
āFull,ā he repeats, āDoes daddy stretch you out? Make you feel like thereās no room for anything else?ā
You nod again, but you canāt take it anymore. You scoot forward more so your knees rest on either side of his boot. His knee kisses the space beneath your chin while the rest of his leg is flush up against your tummy, going straight between your breasts. He knows what youāre about to do, but heās fine with it. Tilting the tip of his boot upwards, he gives you silent permission to start rocking your hips.
That was all you needed to close the gap between the top of his shoe and your clothed cunt. Lowering yourself slightly, your puffy clit brushes the leather. You let out a tiny mewl. Your face was already starting to scrunch up into a cute little look from such a simple touch.
āThat feel good, sweetheart?ā he teases.
āYeah, daddy. Thank you,ā you whimper.
Your hips move back and forth as if on a pendulum. The rhythm is consistent like the pacing of your tail. Back and forth, back and forth.
āI think you soaked through your panties, pretty baby. You gonna get daddyās shoe all nice and shiny? Make it smell like you?ā he says with a smug grin.
āUh huh,ā you mumble.Ā
But when Leon mentions scenting his boot, your tail starts going crazy. Absolutely buck wild. He wouldnāt be shocked if you sprained something from how hard it was moving. God, he was getting hard. A solid tent had formed in the center of his lap from watching you. So precious, so adorable. Those pants and whines of pure lust. The way your fingers were digging into the leg you held onto like you needed it to survive. The nonstop rutting of your hips matching up with the wag of your tail.
āWoah woah. Think my girl might be a little possessive,ā he says as he watches you. He keeps his tone light. He wanted this to play out before he let himself have any. To stave off his desires, he palms himself over the rough denim.
Your eyes catch that, and itās almost comical how you nearly drool. āI just want everyone to know youāre mine. You're my daddy. They canāt have you,ā you say, nestling your face against his legs.
Your own pleasure builds in the pit of your belly. Youād found the perfect amount of pressure on his boot. You just had to keep grinding your aching cunt into the leather.
āPoor baby. No oneās gonna take me from you,ā he croons and strokes your head. His hand moves so much slower than any of your body parts and the contrast intensifies the pleasure further.
āGood,ā you say.
āMhm. Trust me, you keep my hands full as is,ā he jokes.
He watches as you keep whining and humping his boot. Your hips move like youāre on the clock. He can feel drool starting to drip on his jeans and dampen the fabric. If only he could see your eyes. He knows theyāre getting glossy, hazy with the bliss coming from between your legs. Lucky for him, a particular jolt of ecstasy pulls your head back and ends with your face looking up at him.
āYouāre getting to daddyās favorite part, honey. Keep going, Keep being a good girl,ā he says. Again, your tail jerks when it registers the magic words. You snap your hips with renewed fervor, chasing the elusive high. His fingers press down harder against his cock as he sees the gleam of saliva coating your chin and lips.
āWhen do we get to my favorite part?ā you babble. Your voice was starting to give as the warmth of carnal pleasure encroaches on your mind.
āAnd what is your favorite part?ā he asks, knowing what your answer would be.
āThe part when I actually get your cock,ā you whimper.
He shakes his head. āLook at you. Trying to be smart while youāre going dumb,ā he teases, āQuit complaining. Youāre still getting to feel good, arenāt you?ā
āYeah, but itās not the same,ā you whine instantly.
āOh really? It looks pretty similar to me,ā he says.
You make a small sound thatās halfway between a whine and a growl. Even with your frustration though, your hips donāt stop.
āIām just teasing you, pup,ā he says, stroking your jaw with his free hand, āI guess it is different. I donāt see you crying like you do when Iām buried inside. I donāt get to see those pretty eyelashes all wet from tears.ā
Your eyes roll back at the mention of being so fucked out you cry. It was one of your favorites, and Leon knew it. Being reduced to a crumpled mess of sobs against the heat of his chest got you like almost nothing else.
The reactions etched across your facial features are cute, but he canāt tear his focus away from your ass moving against its will through the force of your tail.
āBut thatās not the big difference, is it?ā he continues, āNo. The real reason you want my cock is cause you want daddy to breed you, huh?ā
As soon as it leaves his mouth, itās like his mental buzzer is letting him know heās won the grand prize. Everything about you goes haywire. You lock around his leg while your hips rut like youāre in heat. Your tail whips around so fast he thinks it could create a breeze.
āUh huh, daddy- ah! Mmā¦ just wanna be bred. Need it,ā you ramble.
He feels his cock twitching in his pants. Heās sure when he actually does get it in you, heās not gonna last too long. Itās straining against the zipper as is, and he canāt stop rubbing it. Heās almost as bad as you on the boot.
āI know you do. Silly little puppy. Thatās always what you need,ā he coos, āJust need to be pumped full of cum. My sweet girl.ā
Your tongue is half lolled out of your mouth by this point. Youāre past going dumb. Your head is swimming around in absolute thoughtlessness. Not a care in the world besides getting yourself to cum all over daddyās boot.
He nearly groans out loud from the sight of it. He can feel the warmth of your pussy all over his shoe, the plush of your thighs clamped near the sides.
āYouāre doing perfect, baby,ā he mutters, āYouāre gonna get your treat, I promise. Just let daddy watch you cum, and Iāll make sure you get your fill.ā
You want to whimper āok, daddy,ā but your mind is too far gone for words. All that comes out is a strangled amalgamation of sounds accompanied by your head wobbling up and down. And the whole time swish swish swish.
Your swollen little clit had more than enough stimulation to get you to burst. Pants turn to gasps and fluid movements sharpen. You mumble against his leg, your lips squishing all over his pants and wetting them even more with your spit.
āThatās my good girl,ā he purrs, which is enough to get another loud moan out of you. He chuckles and continues watching with his half-lidded, lustful eyes.
As the movement of your hips slow, your tailās swings weaken. He still strokes your head as you catch your breath. Your chest puffs in and out while you feel your skin cooling down. It was hard not to get sleepy after you came, but before you have to worry about falling asleep at his feet, Leon scoops you up and holds you on his lap.
Rubbing your back, he presses some kisses to your forehead and temple. āThereās my girl. Howāre you feeling, baby?ā
āGood, daddy,ā you mutter against his shirt.
āYeah? You think youāre up for daddy breeding you for real now?ā he whispers.
And suddenly, youāre not so sleepy. You sit up straight in time with your ears perking up. You nod and give him a lazy smile. He canāt see it, but he can feel that tail already starting to wag again.
heās a grown man. heāll eat it any way itās served to himā¦
he likes it from the back because itās convenient. for example, youāre one of his favorite appetizers, and if he sees you looking especially tasty while youāre faced away from him, cooking him something nice, he often gets a craving for something else. heāll come up behind you and shove every item of clothing out of his way, kissing and nipping at your supple skin on his way to his knees. heāll push you against the counter until youāre bent at the hips, spreading your legs and licking into your soft pussy, hands gripping and parting the fat of your ass. donāt mind him, schatz, just keep doing what youāre doing.
before doggy-style, youāre in the perfect position for it, and who is he to resist a sight so pretty? he relishes in the way you gasp in surprise, expecting to be fed his cock and instead being met with his fat, wet tongue. his hands bruise your hips from the force he uses to hold you against his face when you try to run away from the overwhelming stimulation against your puffy clit, large nose bumping against your tight asshole. itās not long before youāre fucking back into the pleasure, grinding your sopping cunt on his awaiting mouth, the vibrations from his hungry moans spreading throughout your entire body, until youāre spasming all over him. only after heās able to drink in an orgasm from you (or three or four) is when his hunger satisfied.
to him, youāre perfectly plated in all forms and positions, and heās never been one to turn down a meal.
riding werewolf!kƶnig, your naked body, which supple flesh is flushed with a slight blush due to the bubbling warmth in your body, is covered with his cloak made of wild wolf's fur, enveloping you in warmth and softness, as well as the thick, deep scent of kƶnig's musk.
kƶnig growls beneath you, calloused hands paw with a rough grip on your hips, sharp claws dig sharply into your soft, rounded ass, scratching the thin skin with small bloody scratches, as you bounce up and down on his meaty cock, your gooey walls pulsing around his fat, leaking girth.
his blue eyes stare into yours with an animalistic, hungry gaze, black pupils dilated and gradually absorbing the brightness of his blues, his cock throbs in the tightness of your stretched, silk pussy, as kƶnig watches your breasts jiggle with each thrust, practically howling at the mere sight.
until your perky, sensitive nipples are between his sharp canines, wet tongue draws circles and sucks, as he more actively impales your squelching cunt on his weeping cock, squeezing and lifting you by your supple hips, deliberately quickly pumping into your cervix as a knot forms on his spurting tip.
kƶnig making sure to fill you to the brim each time, letting the outline of his cock bulge in your tummy, as he jerks and coats your slick, pulsing insides with his thick, potent cum, making you shiver and arch rigidly with chocked, syrupy mewls slipping past your swollen lips.
Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).
W/C: 1.0k
A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute āsitting on his lap would fix meā but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.
"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"
āAre you sure about this? Donāt you think thereās a reason why no one his age is dating him?ā
"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."
"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"
I love him.
At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envyāyou faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.
But do you really love him?
The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?
You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for.Ā
"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"
"Why? Age is just a number, right?"
"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"
Oh, how naively optimistic you were.Ā
Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved oneās concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someoneāhis armsāwho offered the fleeting promise of stability and security.Ā
āBut he makes me feel loved and safe,ā
āDoes he?ā
Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?
āDarling, can we talk for a moment?ā
āSure, Ma. Whatās on your mind?ā
"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."
"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."
"He's... older, isn't he?"
"Um, yeah, he is."
"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."
"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."
"I'm sure he does, dearā¦but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."
"I promise, Mama.ā
You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.
But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid.Ā
You stood before the polished wooden door of Leonās home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you.Ā
You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.
But what if he couldnāt understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?
With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.
āWhatās up, sweetheart?ā His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldnāt find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.
Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.
āCome here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.ā
You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.
You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.
āDonāt worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. Iām just a bit stressed.āĀ
āMm, okay,ā you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.
You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face.Ā
"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.
His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.
Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldnāt be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.
Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.
Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.ā
āI love you, too, Leon, always,ā you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and loveā¦was it really?
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.Ā Ā Ā Ā
double homicide š sending you a tissue and a hug!! xoxo
Playground Love
ą³ older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader
Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).
W/C: 1.0k
A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute āsitting on his lap would fix meā but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.
"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"
āAre you sure about this? Donāt you think thereās a reason why no one his age is dating him?ā
"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."
"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"
I love him.
At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envyāyou faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.
But do you really love him?
The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?
You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for.Ā
"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"
"Why? Age is just a number, right?"
"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"
Oh, how naively optimistic you were.Ā
Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved oneās concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someoneāhis armsāwho offered the fleeting promise of stability and security.Ā
āBut he makes me feel loved and safe,ā
āDoes he?ā
Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?
āDarling, can we talk for a moment?ā
āSure, Ma. Whatās on your mind?ā
"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."
"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."
"He's... older, isn't he?"
"Um, yeah, he is."
"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."
"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."
"I'm sure he does, dearā¦but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."
"I promise, Mama.ā
You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.
But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid.Ā
You stood before the polished wooden door of Leonās home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you.Ā
You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.
But what if he couldnāt understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?
With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.
āWhatās up, sweetheart?ā His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldnāt find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.
Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.
āCome here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.ā
You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.
You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.
āDonāt worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. Iām just a bit stressed.āĀ
āMm, okay,ā you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.
You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face.Ā
"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.
His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.
Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldnāt be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.
Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.
Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.ā
āI love you, too, Leon, always,ā you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and loveā¦was it really?
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.Ā Ā Ā Ā
star, I wanna kiss you >:(( and thank you!! im glad you like how its written since its not my usual writing š¤ your comment makes me consider writing a part 2ā¦weāll see hehe
and yeah I tried to make it realistic because its so easy for us to say āyeah!! I love older men!!ā but I just know dating an older guy would destroy me mentally and emotionally
Playground Love
ą³ older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader
Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).
W/C: 1.0k
A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute āsitting on his lap would fix meā but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.
"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"
āAre you sure about this? Donāt you think thereās a reason why no one his age is dating him?ā
"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."
"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"
I love him.
At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envyāyou faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.
But do you really love him?
The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?
You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for.Ā
"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"
"Why? Age is just a number, right?"
"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"
Oh, how naively optimistic you were.Ā
Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved oneās concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someoneāhis armsāwho offered the fleeting promise of stability and security.Ā
āBut he makes me feel loved and safe,ā
āDoes he?ā
Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?
āDarling, can we talk for a moment?ā
āSure, Ma. Whatās on your mind?ā
"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."
"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."
"He's... older, isn't he?"
"Um, yeah, he is."
"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."
"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."
"I'm sure he does, dearā¦but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."
"I promise, Mama.ā
You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.
But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid.Ā
You stood before the polished wooden door of Leonās home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you.Ā
You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.
But what if he couldnāt understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?
With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.
āWhatās up, sweetheart?ā His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldnāt find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.
Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.
āCome here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.ā
You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.
You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.
āDonāt worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. Iām just a bit stressed.āĀ
āMm, okay,ā you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.
You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face.Ā
"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.
His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.
Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldnāt be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.
Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.
Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.ā
āI love you, too, Leon, always,ā you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and loveā¦was it really?
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.Ā Ā Ā Ā
Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).
W/C: 1.0k
A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute āsitting on his lap would fix meā but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.
"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"
āAre you sure about this? Donāt you think thereās a reason why no one his age is dating him?ā
"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."
"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"
I love him.
At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envyāyou faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.
But do you really love him?
The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?
You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for.Ā
"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"
"Why? Age is just a number, right?"
"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"
Oh, how naively optimistic you were.Ā
Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved oneās concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someoneāhis armsāwho offered the fleeting promise of stability and security.Ā
āBut he makes me feel loved and safe,ā
āDoes he?ā
Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?
āDarling, can we talk for a moment?ā
āSure, Ma. Whatās on your mind?ā
"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."
"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."
"He's... older, isn't he?"
"Um, yeah, he is."
"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."
"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."
"I'm sure he does, dearā¦but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."
"I promise, Mama.ā
You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.
But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid.Ā
You stood before the polished wooden door of Leonās home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you.Ā
You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.
But what if he couldnāt understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?
With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.
āWhatās up, sweetheart?ā His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldnāt find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.
Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.
āCome here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.ā
You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.
You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.
āDonāt worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. Iām just a bit stressed.āĀ
āMm, okay,ā you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.
You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face.Ā
"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.
His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.
Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldnāt be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.
Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.
Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.ā
āI love you, too, Leon, always,ā you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and loveā¦was it really?
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.Ā Ā Ā Ā
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warnings: graphic sexual themes, depictions of violence, character death
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The death of thousands was damned from the beginning. The A-Virus is impenetrable, intricately manufactured to attack selectively from the shadows without a trace. You are one in five (Jill, Ada, Leon, Carlos) recruited all over the States to eradicate the bioweapon straight from the sourceāits headquarters in rural Mexico. Your objective: find Glenn Arias and stop him. At all cost.
But you didnāt knowāInfection is already among you. Something different. Something more aggressive and violent that will drive you to the brink of lust and insanity.
Who will you trust with your life?
[Based on the events of Resident Evil: Vendetta]
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Prologue
Follow The Girls Version
Follow The Boys Version
Epilogue ā COMING SOON
Characters: Jill Valentine, Ada Wong, Carlos Oliveira, Leon S. Kennedy, Rebecca Chambers, Glenn Arias & [REDACTED]
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