#Leon Kennedy x gn reader

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N, trying to hype up Leon’s low self esteem : I’m serious! You look good, anybody would be lucky to have you, an—and you’re such a good person, like—

Leon, stares blankly at them : So date me.

Y/N, stunned :

Y/N : What?

Leon : So date me.

Y/N, slowly backing up : I mean. …..I’m not…..

Leon, suddenly beeline towards them : You said I’m a good person, so date me.

Y/N, suddenly the room feels hot : yeah but—

Leon, kabedon them to the wall : You said anybody would be lucky to have me, so be lucky.

Leon, tips their chin up to his hot stare : Date me.

[I just got this off from Pinterest 😅 idk who’s the og artist pls tell me if u do thx]

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[lucrativesoul]

one of my favorite headcanon tropes is roommate!leon. friends to lovers brainrot anyone?

Leon would start out reserved until you two became comfortable with each other. He’s normally quiet anyway, as you have come to learn, but you also learned that comfortable meant him not being afraid to sit a little too close to you just because it’s cozy for him.

Food is his comfort item. This was discovered very fast. (“Leon, I just bought this whole box of cheez-its two days ago. I didn’t even have any!” “Leon, those were my gummy worms. I would have bought you some.” Once you learned to accommodate his black hole stomach, you found it oddly fun to cook for him, he was always looking to try new recipes.)

He would become overly friendly and caring when he wants something from you. 9 times out of 10, it was because he was hungry. (The one time was when he just wanted company late at night and couldn’t sleep.)

He would always have the courtesy to ask you if something he is doing would bother you, even if it is something you barely even noticed. (“Is my music too loud?” “Should I move my stuff off the table?”)

Leon would slowly start learning your every day routine. What you did on early mornings, how you set up meals around a work or class schedule, and what time you tend to go to bed. He found himself adapting his own around yours, keeping peaceful company unless you were in your room, door closed.

Sometimes, Leon would come home late from work. He tried as best as he could to be quiet so you could stay asleep, but he would always walk into something. It would prompt you to then walk out of your room and just stare at him. (“Leon, really?” “I… I’m sorry, I don’t know how the kitchen table got right there.” You were already awake and waiting for him to come home, but you liked seeing him stumble over himself to apologize to you.)

Once Leon had gotten word that he would be going on prolonged work missions, you could see he was guilty about leaving you alone. You comforted him as best you could, but you were often lonely without his presence. You did lots of cat ownership contemplating during those times.

While he was mostly a heavy sleeper, and could fall asleep anywhere, there were times you would wake up to noise in the kitchen. You would investigate to find him rummaging through the cabinets, looking for snacks. (“I thought you said you bought more cheez-its.” “I did, Leon. You ate them.” “Oh.” “Come on, there’s some in my room. I was hiding them from you, but you can take them.”)

Leon’s love language was very much quality time. You knew his job was stressful, and your schedule was often not fixed, so on the nights you were both home, he wanted to be in your presence, whether it be watching something together, or doing your own thing in the same room. He didn’t want those nights to end, because it always meant you had to go back to your own room. (You didn’t want these nights to end, and you wish Leon would just tell you that you can fall asleep in his room.)

No matter what the temperature is in the house, it seems like it never bothers him, or rather that he gets hot way too fast. This man is seen more often without a shirt than with one, not that it was totally a nuisance to you. You knew he was more observant than he led on to be, so you only let yourself look at his body when he is turned around. (“Leon, I’m in a sweatshirt, and you are half naked. Clearly one of us is wrong about the temperature here.” “Well, it’s not me.”)

Leon grew on you really fast. You knew you made a good choice in roommates after the first time Leon detected your bad mood and did whatever he could to make you happy. (“Gummy worms? Thanks, Leon. I’m surprised you didn’t eat these already.” “I was definitely going to. But you need them more than me.” He definitely snuck a few while you ate them.)

a/n: today is my birthday! take these little headcanons that I'm always thinking about while I finish the other fic and start some more :) does anyone else need a friends to lovers roommates au now... (cause i do) (thank you again for the support on my first fic. the pressure to please is high but i’m excited for my next fics!)

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[trashland-llamas]

Tiddies

Reader has small tits/pecs in this. Reader's gender isn't specified.

Gn reader

'Such pretty tits.' Leon was extremely confused by y/n's behavior. Alcohol lowering their inhibitions, saying whatever was on their mind. Swatting their hands away from his pecs, still slightly uncomfortable with how much muscle he has gained over the years. He still thought of himself as that kid in the academy sometimes and he was definitely not used to women hitting on him. 'They're not tits. Plus you have your own, squeeze those.'

'Not as squishy.'

'Ugh, fine, if I let you touch my--' 'tits!' '--my tits, you'll leave me alone?' Seeing them quickly nod, he knew it wouldn't be that easy to shake them off. Leon folded his arm over his eye while he avoided how good it felt having y/n suck on his nipples. 'You're so red.' Chuckling as their teeth lightly tugged on his nip. 'Sh-shut up.' Their other hand using the other pec as a stress ball. Leon had to tell them to stop being so rough multiple times over. To which they'd oblige before forgetting a few minutes later. He could've sworn he saw them drooling at one point.

'Anyone ever give you a titjob before?' Hiccuping through their question as they stared at the bulge in his pants. Leon softly panting at their ministrations. Thighs starting to shake, attempting to subtly rut his hips. Making eye contact with y/n, he finally noticed all the purple marks they had sucked into his skin. Most placed along his side and under-boob areas. Not entirely visible but not too well hidden either. 'N-no.' The imagery pushing him off the edge, cumming in his pants.

As his breathing calmed, Leon's voice broke clearly through y/n's fuzzy headspace. 'If you remember this in the morning, we are not talking about this.'

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[winterseslvr]

merman! leon x gn! reader (but made with m! reader in mind) ˚୨୧⋆｡ (a/n) ; first writing on tumblr,, hhfhg i had an idea in mind and ig i wanted to write it sooo.. also sorry this is so short aa i wrote this in like 15 minutes word count ; 270 not proofread.. sorry.. you've had a rough week. whenever you came back home, you felt worn out and exhausted. you just needed a break. sitting at the edge of the pier, you stared into the sunset, feeling yourself finally be able to relax for the first time in what seemed ages. you had your thoughts to yourself, you felt comfortable, dangling your legs into the crisp waters. what more could you really ask for? your train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of.. something. you could've sworn something had touched your leg from underneath the water. instead of making a big deal about it, you simply wrote it off as just you making things up in your head. but you were wrong. very wrong. below the surface, leon had been sort of spying on you for a little. leon hasn't seen a human in god knows how long. leon was always fascinated with them, but he almost never saw them very often. he'd always wanted to know more about them. their anatomy, what they did, how they lived their lives, he wanted to know every last thing about them. leon was debating whether or not he should try introducing himself to you, because how would you react? leon figured that humans didn't really know that people like him really existed at all, (which, he wasn't totally wrong,) so he'd figured you'd be startled upon seeing him. so leon just stayed underneath the pier, just admiring you. admiring you for the time you'd stay, and honestly, leon kind of hoped that you wouldn't leave him.

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[owliellder]

Okay so like Leon x GN!Reader right, except they recently got like a surgery so they have to be in a wheel chair for about a month and he comes home after a short mission to see the reader playing the violin again. Idk just something that's been on my mind lately

omg this is such a tender piece to even think about-

Just imagine Leon, who's been reluctant to go to work since he's worried about leaving you at home by yourself after the surgery, comes home stressed and anxious, just ready to relax and have you by his side.

But when he walks through the door, he pauses, holding the handle of the front door before it closes so he can focus on what he's hearing from the back of the house. Music?

He turns the handle so the door shuts as quietly as possible before quickly making his way to the source of the music, music he hasn't heard in weeks. Now standing in the doorway to the main bedroom, he finds the source of that wonderful sound.

It was you, playing your violin; softly, carefully, bow running across strings like it was second nature.

It felt like it'd been ages since he last heard you play like this, with such gentle vigor. He longed to hear you play again, but he didn't want to make you feel pressured in such a state. You'd come back to it in your own time, he thought, or hoped more so. He couldn't keep you away from the instrument before, so it was really only a matter of time before you picked it back up again.

You hadn't noticed Leon yet, too zoned in on playing to turn around, so he slowly walked into the room towards you. He let you finish out whatever song you were playing, it wasn't one he could pinpoint, maybe you learned something new while he was away?

As soon as you lowered the violin to your lap, he bent over slightly and wrapped his arms around you from from behind, low enough to place his head in the crook of your neck. You didn't flinch or turn your head, just quietly accepted his feather soft kisses on your neck with a smile.

He missed you, and you really missed him too.

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[sillylittlegay]

Spoiler alert, ya Boi's going to a party so obv I'm dropping drunk Leon stuff because I adore him!!

This is Def for re6 and up Leon, I feel like he'd start drinking frequently sometime after re4 (probably slipping into alcoholism a few months after or before re6)

Listen, Leon knows his own limits, he knows how much he needs to drink to get how drunk, which means he plans ahead accordingly. This man knows how much his favourite whiskey costs at different bars, let me tell you, he always has enough money to get just as drunk as he intends to.

In an established relationship, I feel like he'd drink less at bars and more at home, he wouldn't stop for sure, getting out of alcoholism is hard and he just needs it as coping mechanism, but he'd Def drink less.

If he isn't in a relationship and just meets you at a bar, he definitely gets you a drink. He doesn't care if he spends more money than planned, he just wants to get the pretty thing sitting beside him something to lighten up their mood. (And let me tell you, at some point of his night he isn't against you paying him back in a back alley or the bars bathroom) Leon definitely would like to take you home, but with how drunk he is that isn't possible (he mostly drinks at bars close to his apartment so he can walk home)

But oh my god, this man is a horny drunk. He loves to bring someone like you home/ drink and afterwards fuck the living shit out of his partner.

He loves it. Loves the way his head feels like it's in the sky while hearing you whine and beg because he's being mean unintentionally. And he definitely has a choked back breeding kink that only comes into play when he's drunk.

Am I... A whore?

I am. I am, definitely.

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[reno2005]

The Taste of Your Touch

Leon S Kennedy x GN!Reader

Notes and stuff: you’re a vampire because I think they’re cool and it’s Halloween time anyways / you give Leon some loving treatment / I suck(pun intended) at thinking of titles / Nsfw

Words: 479

“You said you wouldn’t whine.”

“I’m not, it’s just- ow!” Leon Exclaimed as the rope pinched his wrist.

“There, done~” You looked proudly at your handiwork.

Leon looked at you with his typical furrowed brows as he squirmed a bit on the bed, his hands and forearms tied tightly to the headboard. The sight of his struggle made your heart race.

“I can’t move…” he muttered with slight frustration.

“That’s the point~” you purred as you crawled onto the bed and over his nude body, his muscles on an interactive display just for you. You dove in to kiss his neck and smelled his blood. The scent was tantalizing, but worth the wait, and you wanted him to be comfortable.

Speaking of comfortable, he looked the exact opposite of that, extremely tense. “Hey hey don’t worry, you’ll be alright.” You whispered sweetly to him as you placed your hand gently on his cheek.

“Kind of hard to relax when I’m tied to a headboard.” Leon grumbled as he squirmed some more while trying to get comfortable. He shook his head softly and his hair swayed back and forth. He hung his head down, hiding his face under his bangs.

You placed your index finger on his chin, raised his head, and gently placed your lips onto his. After a good moment you pulled away from Leon, who looked a bit more relaxed now. In fact, he looked as if he really wanted to keep going.

“It’s my turn to take care of you.” You said softly as you brushed his hair back and landed your lips on his again. Unable to help yourself you used one hand to run your hands over his biceps and the other to squeeze his pecs.

The longer the both of you went on the more you could feel the tension leave his body despite the squirming from your touch. You moved the hand that was feeling his bicep and wrapped it around his dick.

“Fuck” you heard him try to mutter under his breath as you both continued to kiss. As you started to slowly stroke him off Leon’s squirming and soft breaths intensified.

You separated from his lips and slowly increased the speed of your strokes making his breathing and squirming become more and more intense, his body raised as if wanting to be even closer to your touch, until he finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. Cum shot out of his dick and onto his stomach. Leon slumped down; his body fully spent.

“Hot and ready~” you joked as you dived into his neck, garnering a chuckle from him before your teeth met his throat. The taste was exquisite and you could hear his heavy breathing as you drank.

Fighting your desire to drink more, you pulled away and gave him one last passionate kiss on the lips before untying him.

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[scirelistener]

CRUEL SUMMER 🎶

leon kennedy x reader

synopsis : after the events of re4 and yes luis is alive (fuck the canon), the gang hit the karaoke. leon falls in love again after watching you have fun.

Leon and Luis could only watch with amusement, one smiling while one let out a boisterous laugh as you and Ashley excitedly sang into the microphone; the contagious smiles spreading to the two men watching.

It was Ashley’s idea to all go to a karaoke before going back to her father. While Leon had denied, you and Luis eagerly agreed and without a say, the American agent was dragged with.

Though Leon was indeed tired from the mission and wished to go back home, he was glad to come as he got to see something he hadn’t seen in a while.

You having fun.

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you!!” You gladly took the part with a dramatic act while Ashley carried on with the next line, giggles seeping through her words as she laughed from your silly antics.

“And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil!!”

“IT’S NEWWW!!”

As you two giggle and sing without a care in the world, Leon watched with a fond smile. Specifically, at you. You who looked so relaxed with a big, toothy grin on your face as you dance around with Ashley. You who threw your head back as you laughed, the light from the TV screen highlighting your facial features. (God, did you look more beautiful than ever.) You who noticed his stare and laughed again, sending a small wave before going back to singing.

You who weren’t burdened by the blood stained on your hands.

You who weren’t an agent on a mission.

Just you.

“Oi, Yanqui.” Leon snapped out of his trance and looked at Luis who had a sly grin on his face. “You’re smiling, finally! And of course, it’s because of our little cantante over here, huh.” The spaniard said loud enough to be able to be heard through the music, elbow nudging Leon’s side.

While Leon let out a quiet scoff that only fed to Luis’s amusement, his eyes couldn’t help, but to wander back to you.

As he found himself smiling again, Leon thought to himself, “A smile suits you more than anything.”

And he’d do anything to protect your smile.

a/n : first writing on tumblr 😨 i wrote this under 30 minutes so there wasn’t any checking for spelling mistakes and shit, my bad 😭 y’all taylor’s music does something to you istg. i was struggling to even write a SENTENCE but then i listen to cruel summer? my hand starts typing like it’s on autopilot

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[saturncodedstarlette]

Leon, crashing their place for the night : I’m really drunk, by the way. I’m sorry.

Y/N, placed the cup of water on the table : Oh, how drunk?

Leon, laying on the couch : I don’t know—

Leon, sluggishly looks at them : —do I still have pupils?

Y/N, chuckles : Yeah, they’re huge…

Leon, with a dopey smile : Oh well…

Leon : They get like that when I see you anyway. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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[lucrativesoul]

i love soft husband leon. who doesn't? what about soft leon who loves that you are a bookworm and dedicates himself to being your biggest fan? i am on board for this.

Ever since you had met, Leon knew how much of a reader you were. So much so, that before anything serious had even transpired between you two, he vowed to be the reason for your eventually massive book collection.

He had never said it out loud, but he loved your dedication to your reading space and how you cared for your growing library. You treated it like an entity, and he couldn’t help but always admire your effort that you put into it. He never thought that he was a second choice to your affection, rather, he preferred seeing you in the state of caring for your passion. It only made him fall more.

Every anniversary, birthday, holiday that required gifts possible, he was buying you a book or something to put in the room. Leon was always paying attention to what you say you need to add, or what you want to read, or something that would make the room look brighter.

Some of his favorite moments with you are the silent nights where he was sitting at one end of the couch, either on his phone or mirroring you and (giving it his best attempt) reading, and you were always right next to him with your own book. If you were close enough to the table, a mug with that night’s choice of drink not far from your reach, and one body part always in contact with him. The peace of the air calmed him after a day at work, or when something insignificant in his life went wrong, and even just looking over at you in your blissful state was enough to soothe him.

Leon, truthfully, loved nothing more than seeing you absorbed in your own worlds. Before he had met you, he thought it impossible that he could live a life where he even had a few moments of a quiet mind. He had no idea that one person could flip that all on its head. You became that for him. And when you are in your own little world, happy as can be (or sad, Leon has seen your many moods with the books you choose), he is reminded of the day that altered his life path forever.

Leon shows up with random plants sometimes. Nothing compliments a warm library space like a good plant, and eventually you had to tell him to slow down, as you were running out of room. (That really wasn’t true, you had a whole shelf and the both of you knew it. You would happily fill it with any plant he brought in, but he stayed conscious to keep it open in order to leave space for all the books he was planning on giving you).

Coming home from work, if you weren’t in the kitchen pouring yourself another mug of whatever it was that you chose for the night, you were in your reading room. The huge chair (that Leon supplied) held you snuggly against the thick knit blanket (from Leon) with your signature mug placed on the side table (...Leon) was exactly how he liked to find you. As much as it pained him to interrupt your reading, he always comes in to greet you, heart lightening at your expression at seeing him home, even if it was in the middle of a sentence.

Basically, Leon knew he made the right choice in choosing you to marry. He thought it would never happen to find someone who was his light even when you weren't paying attention to him. Just the mere sight of you had his heart racing. His safe space was with you, and with you always came the books and the comfort, so for the rest of his life, he knew he was bound to think of you every time he looked at a leather bound hardcover, already being able to picture you flipping through it.

a/n: i'm sorry for being silent! as i said before, the semester is in swing and i only have a month left now! i'm still thinking up ideas for my next full length, but i have not disappeared yet. please check out my others in the meantime if you haven’t already, and i will continue to work hard to make sure i deliver to my utmost quality. thank you for reading <3

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[trashland-llamas]

Everyone Grows Old

x gn reader

written more as an author-insert but can also be read as a x-reader

-- -- --

Y/n had been staring at itself in the mirror for quite some time now, so lost in their thoughts that it didn't hear Leon enter. Knocking on the door frame. 'Penny for your thoughts?' Their hands shot away from their hair, acting as if they were just smoothing the fly-away's down. 'Oh it's nothing.' Turning off the faucet, realizing it had forgotten to do so after brushing its teeth. Leon raised an eyebrow at their pitiful lie. 'Wanna try that again?' Leon knew it had something to do with their hair as they'd been wearing more hats and accessories over the past week. 

'My hair's started to go gray.' Pointing out the strains that instead of being a vibrant y/h/c hue, were a stark silver. Leon pulled them from its spot in front of the mirror, directing them to sit on their shared bed. 'Why does it trouble you so much, hun?' 

'It's not just the gray hair, I've been losing it in chunks. It's just my hair has always been the one thing people have always complimented me on.' Refusing to meet his eyes, y/n stared at the wall, past Leon's shoulder. Cupping its face, 'there's more to you than your hair. Plus I somewhat get it. Aging fucks with the brain. You know how weird it is to look at yourself in photos and suddenly there's crows feet near your eyes?'

'But I love those on you! Look less angry.' Laughing as they protested. 'Well, I'm glad to hear someone likes them. Also you're not the only one. Look at the top of my head.' Following his instruction, '--you're balding?' Leon sheepishly nodded in confirmation. 'But hey, at least we get to grow old together.' 

'You're such a sap.' 

'You chose to marry this sap.' 

After a minute of silence, y/n spoke up again. 'I love you.'

'Love you too.'

#resident evil #resident evil vendetta #re vendetta #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x gn reader #resident evil x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #wiptober #wiptober 2023 #they/it pronouns used for reader

[kianely]

“HOLD ME, KISS ME”

i. PAIRING — Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

ii. SYNOPSIS— Aware that your boyfriend hasn’t been granted the privilege of a homemade meal in ages, you decided to pull out your family’s recipe book and stir something up for him. He showed his appreciation in more ways than one, how could he not reward his little chef after all your time tinkering in the kitchen?

iii. CONTENT WARNINGS— Fluff to eventual smut (MDNI) Leon’s a bit awkward with his feelings, he scarfs down every last crumb on his plate, oral sex, fingering, creampie (reader receives all), mentions of aftercare, Leon calls reader “baby” and “sweetheart.” I left the contents of the meal as ambiguous, because I wanted it to depend on the reader’s own upbringing and culture. Written with RE4 Leon in mind.

iv. WORD COUNT— 4.6K

01— PREPARATION

Leon couldn’t remember the last time he was given the simple joy of eating a homemade meal. No, he grew up accustomed to enjoying the lunch trays that all schools gave out. He’d block out the noises of his peers complaining about the blandness of the food, because that food was the standard for him. The flavor of the dishes his orphanage provided is committed in his memory, a hint of nostalgia when he looks back on it.

And of course, the same followed into his academy and career. He’d eat institutional meals during his academy days, too wrapped up in his extensive training to pick up on cooking skills himself. MRE’s were obviously his go to during his government training period, and that followed into the missions he was deployed on.

To sum it up, the last homemade meal he probably had was when his parents were alive. He would never complain about it, far too grateful of a person to even see it as an issue—he would take what was provided, with an appreciative mindset.

You’re a sweetheart though, his sweetheart. And after learning the extent of his past, god you wished you had met him sooner. Because for as long as you’ve dated him, you can’t remember a single time where Leon mentioned an individual that was even remotely significant to him prior to his government days. Well—aside from a girlfriend who hastily broke up with him, and you just presumed she hadn’t been the best considering how little Leon had to say about her. Couldn’t even remember her face or voice anymore, he claimed. And you believed him, rightfully so. Leon looked at you as if you were more fascinating than the wonders of space, with no trace of feelings for any prior people he had been in a relationship with. You were the star on top of the Christmas tree for him.

Lounging lazily on your couch, a sleepy grunt brought your attention to Leon—who had come over to your house for a movie night. But he always ended up napping or resting his eyes for a good half an hour, feeling safe only in your presence and allowing his guard to lower. He was snuggled against you, head against your chest and an arm around your midsection.

You always let him sleep a little, it could do some good against those growing eye bags of his. He always liked it—resting against you, feeling safe with you by his side and the comforting golden like hue the lamp on your tableside emitted. The only time he could allow his mind to rest was with you, it was reasonable.

Your nose was stuck between the pages of your family’s old recipe book. The pages were old—wrinkled and a far cry from the original brightness of the white sheet of paper it once was. You wanted to cook something for him. But you didn’t want it to be something off of a google website or youtube tutorial. You wanted something authentic to your upbringing, that way it would be more meaningful and you wouldn’t be going into it completely blind.

Yeah, of course Leon has eaten at your house before. But…it’s always been microwaveable food or something that could be made within five minutes, like eggs— not anything that you actually put your entire heart into. He was big on dinner dates at restaurants, so the topic of cooking was never really brought up. You wanted to make him an actual meal. One with sides and maybe a small dessert, you’d seen the way Leon eats—you’d definitely need to make enough for seconds. With that physique and job of his, god knows he needs his energy.

“Mm,” a soft mumble from Leon, who was beginning to stir awake after a short but very much needed nap, his light colored eyelashes were beginning to flutter.

You laughed quietly, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

He let out an amused exhale at the nickname he had earned, the corners of his lips curled up a little into a lazy smile. “Oh, is that what I am now?”

“Mhm. Keep it up and I’ll have to start charging you for using me as a pillow.” Your voice was a playful one, spoken through a laugh as you hid the recipe book behind the pillow your head was propped against. It can’t be a surprise if he caught a glimpse, right?

“You can have every last penny in my damn bank account,” was his response—to which you simply snickered over. His American Express Black visa card was like an endless void of wealth.

Leon rolled one of his shoulders to remove some kinks as he sat up properly, missing your comforting body warmth already.

He always looked the prettiest like this: somewhat messy golden hair, slight flush on his cheeks, sleepy eyes that you didn’t want to look away from, and some marks on one of his cheeks from it being pressed up snugly against the fabric of your shirt.

“Looks like I missed the ending credits,” he glanced over at the now turned off television—he’d fallen asleep during the last half hour of the movie, like usual. Not that he was missing out, he had watched most movies so it wasn’t a bother. Plus, when it came time to actually sleep, like a healthy eight hours and all, he never could. So he took any nap time that his body granted him. “Can I put another one on?”

“Yeah, as long as you don’t yap my ear off about how silly the protagonists are again.” You could never escape hearing Leon’s muttered quips whenever the two of you watched something—it was funny, Leon had seen all the bigger issues in the world and yet he got frustrated by the decisions of fictional characters.

“What’s the fun in that?”

02— EXECUTION

You were given the perfect opportunity. Ingredients and dishes were already scattered all throughout your kitchen counters, and your recipe book was hoisted up nicely on a stand so it wouldn’t get dirty.

Leon was returning from a long briefing at his headquarters and the plan was for him to head directly to your house afterwards. He was going to go on a mission soon and his goal was always to spend as much time with you as possible. He’d latch onto your damn side all day, if he could.

You had the windows above the sink opened up to let some fresh air in, the curtains flowing a bit with each graze of breeze. It was cold as hell outside, but it helped ventilate all the heat that was gathering from the stove and oven. The television was on a low level, just some background noise to seep into the kitchen.

While you let some ingredients heat up on a large skillet, you cast your attention towards decorating the table up a bit. Not too much, but enough to make a difference. A candle of Leon’s favorite scent placed on the center of the surface, matching mugs already set—maybe they seemed a little too casual given the stupid puns written on them, but you figured Leon would appreciate it more than some fancy cups.

An hour and a half passed by and Leon was barely arriving, ready to complain about some of his rather annoying coworkers to you. If age didn’t give him gray hairs soon, the people in his line of work definitely would.

He had a set of keys to your house, fumbling with them as he unlocked the door.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice called out once he entered, for the sake of letting you know he wasn’t an intruder or anything. He usually expected to see you lounging on the couch, but not tonight. Instead, his senses were met with the tasty aroma coming from the kitchen, and the loud clatter of sounds from there as well.

Like a dog smelling a treat, his attention was immediately drawn and he naturally walked over to your kitchen, his curious eyes took in the scene.

Leon had seen a lot, inexplicable creatures that should have the power to make him still in his tracks—but they never did. Now, the sight of the homely decorated kitchen and the nice arrangement of plates on the kitchen table was something that made him pause in his steps. It looked straight out of a romance movie, something that would be described in a romance novel.

And you, the light of his life waiting for him with a small smile on your face. You looked a bit nervous, eyebrows furrowed together ever so slightly but still trying to muster some confidence.

Leon didn’t know whether he felt more like crying or grinning like a damn idiot. A mixture of the two, probably. The lump forming in his throat made him unable to vocalize his gratitude, his voice would crack and sound like a damn croak if he tried.

“Uh,” that’s all he could manage. He was usually good at showing his gratitude, but with such a thoughtful gesture like this, he felt all his known vocabulary scramble around in his mind into a jumbled mess.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You egged him on, wanting to hear the rest of his sentence—it wasn’t often you saw Leon all speechless, not with the banter and quips that came in his boyfriend package.

“That’s…” he trailed off, his hand motioning towards the scene you had oh so beautifully displayed for his eyes and use alone. “That’s just…” he looked over to you, corners of his eyes crinkling from the happiness that reached his eyes. “You did all this?”

His words were quiet, and for a second he feared you’d think he didn’t appreciate it. But he noticed the chuckle and shake of head you did at his performance. “Mhm, didn’t know it was possible for you to freeze up like this.”

He let out an exhale, grin forming on his face. God, he loved you.

“C’mere,” he muttered that out while moving towards you, enveloping your frame with his arms—having to hold back on squeezing you like he wanted to for the sake of not crushing your bones. He had a bad case of cuteness aggression for you.

The aroma of the food you cooked subsided when the scent of Leon’s cologne filled your senses instead—cool and earthy, one you could drown yourself in and pinpoint a mile away.

Leon kissed the top of your head as he articulated his thoughts, wanting to form them into actual words without spluttering—and without taking too much time because he’d be devastated if the meal you cooked for him went cold.

“You’re squishing me,” you grumbled, palms finding the surface of Leon’s chest and lazily trying to push him away. “Take a seat, it’s all ready.”

“I know, I know.” He placed his hands on your hips, guiding the two of you over to the table. He managed to land one last kiss against your forehead before fully parting. “It’s just really nice. I can’t even remember the last time I had—“

“A homemade meal?” You chimed in, to which he nodded as he sat down, his eyes flicking down to look at the food and sides more closely. His mouth was watering, he didn’t even need any utensils to dig in, he could just use his hands.

You knew him well, and reached over to playfully nudge his shoulder. “Don’t hold back on my sake,” You scooped up a spoonful of the food and brought it up towards his mouth. “Say ah…”

“Wish I could take a picture of this,” he grinned out, complying and opening his mouth for you to feed him.

You watched him eagerly as you set the spoon down against his plate and watched him chew, trying to hold back a smile—your eyes brimming with elation, your one true love was eating your meal, composed of all the love and emotion you poured into it.

Leon’s eyes shut with delight when his taste buds were flooded with all the savory flavors, letting out an involuntary groan. God, had he really been missing out on this for all these years?

There’d be mini hearts floating above his head if this were a cartoon. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Yeah?” Your question came out a little more thrilled than you had hoped, and Leon caught onto it, you were so cute it was killing him.

“Yeah,” he echoed, hand reaching to hold yours over the table and giving it a gentle squeeze. “How long did it take you to do all this?”

While you responded, he was digging into the food—good thing you made seconds, because only a minute had passed and the surface of his plate was already beginning to show.

“—the time passed by really quickly though, when you unlocked the door I had barely served the food onto the plates. You got here right on time.”

You had never seen Leon eat this damn fast, maybe because the two of you usually ate in restaurants and he had to be a little courteous in public. Or maybe, he was making up for the years he had gone without the taste of a homemade meal.

“Easy there, tiger.” You were a little nervous he might fucking choke. What a way for your boyfriend to go, ‘death by choking on his partner’s food’ written on his gravestone. Would that be murder on your part? Anyways.

Leon’s cheeks blossomed with a rosy hue when he was called out, taking a breather instead of another mouthful. He felt spoiled now. You spoiled him. He had no idea how he would ever return to his bland tasting mission foods or even the dishes from the high rated food areas around, they all pale in comparison to your cooking. The secret ingredient they lacked was your love—the one thing that made his taste buds feel like they were swimming in an ocean of flavor.

“Sorry, it just really hits the spot.” He glanced over at your plate and realized that he was very much ahead, smiling bashfully to himself when he looked back up at you. “What can I say? Your cooking is delicious, none of it is going to go to waste.”

He looked over to the dessert you had made, it was untouched, there was no way in hell he was going to try it without you also finishing your plate of the main meal first, so the two of you could eat it at the same time. “So, what led to all this?” His question wasn’t a rude one, just out of pure awe and curiosity. What the hell had he done to deserve such a generous gesture?

“I dunno,” you shrugged out, not wanting to sound too sentimental or anything, “I just thought it would be nice.”

“C’mon, there’s gotta be more to it than that.”

“Well…” you trailed off, giving in and sighing. “You’ve trusted me with a lot of information about yourself and I love you. I thought that maybe instead of going out for dinner or ordering take out, I could give the kitchen a go and treat you to a hot and fresh homemade meal. It’s more special that way.”

“I love you too,” those words tumbled from his lips quietly, as if telling you the most valuable piece of information he holds. He felt his heart doing somersaults, already knowing he was going to spend his life reliving this memory, holding it close to him in a special pocket within the chambers of his heart.

The rest of the hour was spent domestically, sharing the dessert and Leon insisting that he clean everything up—from the dishes to wiping down the counters and sweeping the floor all while he listened in on you ramble about random things, he didn’t want to let you lift a single finger after all you had done for him. And of course, he took some mini breaks in between to snatch a sweet kiss from you, savoring the sweet taste of the dessert the two of you had eaten.

03— RESULTS (18+)

“Can’t believe you cooked for me,” Leon murmured against your ear, breath fanning over your skin as his hands snaked up and down your sides before settling on your hips. There was a rasp to his voice, a familiar one. He was starving despite the meal he had just eaten, every nerve in his body needing to feel you in order to truly feel full. He had a sweet tooth for you, and his craving needed to be satiated.

“I’m just glad you liked it,” you responded, mind already fuzzy with the way your lover’s hands grazed over you. “I was a little worried my cooking wouldn’t live up to all the 5 star restaurants we’ve eaten at.”

“Are you kidding?” His question was rhetorical, his mind set on a straight beeline to your bedroom. “Maybe I should show appreciation for my little chef then, hm?”

“Mm, maybe.”

That’s all it took for you to end up with your back against the headboard of your bed, legs spread with Leon adorning the space between them.

His moans were muffled against you, the vibrations sending blood straight to your bundle of nerves. He was so damn loud whenever he got a taste of you.

Leon’s hips were grinding against the mattress, cock leaking so much that his pants were surely already ruined. Yeah, he was so desperate to have his face stuffed against you that he didn’t even fucking unzip his pants.

You, on the other hand, were getting the best head of your life. One hand curled against your bedsheets meanwhile the other one had a hold on Leon’s hair, involuntary pulling and tugging with each movement of his mouth. Your noises just egged Leon on, each moan or gasp that left your mouth was responded to by a grunt of his own.

“Fuck,” he pulled back for a second to catch his breath, littering gentle kisses against your inner thigh, coating the area with the mixture of his own drool and your fluids that were on his chin.

“Wanna do this every fuckin’ day.” A kiss. “Come home, get on my knees, and taste you.” Another one. “Make you come over my face again and again.” His tongue lapped across your skin. “Suffocate between your thighs.”

“Leon!” You were desperate, hips bucking up into nothing and meeting the air of the room.

His eyes flicked to yours, letting out a soft growl when he saw the dazed out expression on your face. His favorite one—looking like a damn deer in the headlights with the way your eyes were pleading for him, lips parted and ready to beg if need be. He wanted to hear you say it. “What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?”

“You,” you replied breathlessly, tugging his head further up so he could get the damn message and continue. Leon was licking his lips already, mouth salivating at just how much your arousal was showing.

“You have me,” he was being a tease, massaging your inner thigh with one of his hands, kneading the flesh and blowing out some air directly at the area between your thighs. The way you squirmed around made him want to palm himself right on the spot. But he held back, you were his first priority.

“Want you inside,” you could barely even utter those three words out, the words blending together and sounding slurred.

A smirk found its way onto Leon’s lips, “yeah? right here?” He teasingly rubbed your already throbbing hole with his fingers, letting out a contented sigh at the way your legs jolted in response.

“Yeah, but…your cock, not just your fingers.” You whined out in complaint, knowing that it would take a while to get to the main prize.

“Shh, I know. That’s all you think about, my cock huh? You’ll get it, don’t worry, jus’ gotta prep you for it.” He slid a finger in until his knuckle disappeared, his fingers were so fucking thick that even one stretched you out. He raised his body further up, trailing kisses from the bottom of your stomach all the way to the middle of your chest.

“So reactive,” he murmured out, noticing the heave of your chest and how your stomach would tighten up with each thrust of his finger. His free hand grazed over the left side of your chest, pinching and twisting your hardened nipple.

“You’re driving me crazy,” your voice was strained, nails scratching Leon’s scalp but he welcomed the sting of it.

“Mission accomplished, then.” His voice was a rumble against your chest, tongue darting out to flick against your other nipple before sucking it gently, wet noises produced in the process. He had no shame, stimulating practically every single one of your senses and looking hot as hell doing it.

His tongue circled around your nipple for another few moments before he began trailing kisses up your collarbones and to your neck, the hiccup of your breath made him growl, burying himself into the scent of your soap and shampoo.

He slid another finger into you while igniting your body into flames, letting out a string of profanity under his breath when you took it with ease. “Fuck, you’re ready for me.” Not a question, but an observation, and suddenly Leon became very aware of the way his cock was begging to be freed from the confines of his pants.

He sat back on his knees and let out a breathless laugh at the way you whined from the loss of contact, he took his belt off in a hurry and unzipped his pants. Pavlog’s dog experiment. The sound of Leon’s fly coming undone made your mouth salivate in response because you knew what was coming.

Your eyes were fixated on him, watching the way he tugged his pants and boxers down—breath hitching at the way his cock slapped up against his stomach, already leaking and ready to stuff you full.

He placed one of his hands against the bone of your hip, his other one stroking his cock a bit as he inched towards you. “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, fuck, just put it in already.” Your impatience earned a huff of amusement from Leon, who tapped the tip of his cock against your hole a couple times before guiding it in. His head tilted back, mouth parting and letting out a groan when he filled you up completely—your head thrashed against the pillow, feeling him reconstruct the shape of your insides.

His cock was buried snugly in you, heavy balls pressed against the bottom of your ass, ready to shoot his load within a moment's notice. Leon was breathing inconsistently against you, kissing the corner of your mouth before making his way towards the shell of your ear. “Signal?”

“Green,” that whiny response from you was all it took for Leon’s hips to begin moving.

“God, you’re sucking me right in already.” His hip thrusts were slow but deep, each jolt making the headboard thump against the wall. “Give me your hand please,” The shakiness in his voice was cute, no matter how many times the two of you did this, he always asked for the same thing.

So you did just that, hand reaching for one of his—he immediately laced his fingers with yours, thumb rubbing over yours.

You moved your other arm under and over his shoulder to paw at his back, he hissed when your nails dug into his back scratched him up, undoubtedly leaving red marks on his pale skin—it would hurt like a bitch later but all it did was turn him on right now. “That’s it. Mark me up, baby. I’m yours, all yours.”

He looked down at the way his hips were rutting against yours, speeding the pace up a bit as his eyes flicked back into yours. He felt some pride that he was the one who had you falling apart, the one that made that dumb and needy expression form on your face.

“Feels so good,” you slurred out, your senses turning fuzzy, he was filling you up so good, reaching so deep that it had you seeing stars and clenching down on him. You wrapped your legs around his torso, needing to cling onto him.

“Baby—” he gasped out as soon as he felt the way you tightened up, squeezing your hand in response. “Ease up for me, not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“I know, I know…” you babbled out, but you couldn’t relax your body completely with the way your own hips snapped up to meet his.

Leon knew he was going to come soon, how could anyone hold back? You were making him addicted to you.

“Can I come inside you?” He somehow managed to grit that out, breathing rate growing in intensity.

You nodded almost immediately, wanting to feel him paint your insides white and feel the warmth of his cum, rambling almost incoherently. “Mhm, want you to fill me up. Please, please, please. I need it.”

“Shit, I will, don’t worry. Just gotta make sure you come first.” He was always so insistent on your pleasure, pressing his lips against yours and swallowing all of the pretty noises you made. Tongues swirling sloppily against each other, he loved the way you were barely even able to kiss him back properly. God, the tiny and quiet whimpers you let out were making his cock twitch inside you. You were trembling, too overwhelmed by the feeling of the coil in your stomach, but it’s okay, because you let Leon guide the kiss, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth.

Leon was losing it, holding back on spilling inside you, he needed to make sure you came before he did—but it was so hard with the way your ankles were crossed against his back and keeping him in place.

“Leon,” you sobbed his name out through an exhale, digging your heels into the arch of his back. “Too much, ‘s too much—” He could read your body well, the way you were holding onto his body so tightly he felt stuck, the way your voice turned up a pitch higher than usual.

“That’s it,” he lifted his hand to cradle the back of your head and hold you close, pressing kisses against the side of your head. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock, you can do it. Let me feel you.”

You buried your head against his shoulder, breath fanning against his skin and incomprehensible mumbles of his name tipping out of your mouth, like if Leon was your God and you were chanting him a prayer.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, vision going white with a final call of his name, clenching around him and hissing when you felt his load spill inside you in ropes, his hips thrusting some more times in you before he stilled inside you.

He held you close as you shook against him, keeping you stable like he always did.

Silence, aside from the sounds of yours and Leons panting and the sound of the bedsheets twisting as you adjusted your position a bit, planting your feet back against the mattress and gasping softly when you felt him slowly pull out of you. Running a hand through Leon’s now damp hair, you let out a breathless chuckle. “You’re insatiable.”

“Not denying that,” managing to catch his breath, Leon propped himself up by pressing his palm against the pillow, pressing a gentle and loving kiss against your lips, his own curling up into a smile. “Stay right here. I’ll get you some water and clean you up.”

“No way in hell, mister,” you mumbled out, wanting to cuddle up with him before getting to that. You could handle being dehydrated for five more minutes in favor of being in his arms and some pillow talk. “Don’t get up yet, five more minutes.”

“Anything for my favorite chef.”

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[mrswint3rs]

A Step Further

NSFW AUDIO ⚠️ (just Leon dying)

pairing- RE2 Leon x GN! Reader

Summary- Giving Leon his first blowjob.

25 days of Kinkmas day 4- edging ig?

NSFW WARNING:

                 contains- Virgin Leon, oral sex (m!receiving), sub!leon, dom!reader, brief edging, subby leon begging a bit

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You and your boyfriend, Leon, are in your apartment, lying on your couch. The room is dimly lit, only illuminated by the glow of the television. You're both watching some action movie and are feeling pretty mellow and relaxed. Leon's mind begins to drift, his eyes falling on you.

You feel his eyes on you and look over at him. You see him staring at you, and you both exchange a look. "What's up?" You ask. Leon turns his attention back to the movie. "Nothing, you just look really pretty right now." His response made you smile, he was always so sweet. He always made it known to you just how much he adored you.

You lean forward, pressing an affectionate kiss to his lips. You couldn't resist, he was just too cute, the way he got too shy to look at you after a compliment.

You begin to pull away from the kiss, but Leon takes initiative. His hands cup the back of your head, pulling you in for more. At an unexpected turn of events, things start to get more heated, his tongue greedily searches for yours. His lips devour yours with desperate want, your salivas mixing. He was making such cute, soft sounds into your mouth at each caress of your lips.

You gently straddle him, your thighs resting on the couch on either side of him as you sit on his lap. His hands start to wander over your clothes, touching everything he could. This was usually as far as the two of you would go. You'd never gone past the heated make out because you didn't want to rush him. He wasn't very experienced, to say the least. You didn't have a problem with that of course, as badly as you wanted to give him those experiences, you had been patient.

But as you sit in his lap, you can feel his growing arousal. He was a panting, blushing mess just from kissing. Not to mention, he was rocking a full boner that desperately wanted to be set free from his pants. He'd never ask you to take care of that, though. He didn't want to scare you off. But you knew he had needs that you could satisfy, how could you just let him suffer?

You slowly start to grind your hips against him as the kiss goes on. His breath catches in his throat at the rubbing sensation. You were killing him right now. The simple feeling of you on top of him was almost too much. His hands started to move under your shirt, wanting to explore more of you. Maybe tonight, you'd take things a step further.

You nibble at his lower lip, bringing out a soft moan from him. It was adorable how such simple things could get him so excited. You pull away from his lips, looking at him for a moment. His face was flushed, his pupils huge. You couldn't just leave him like this, you knew he wanted more even if his mouth didn't say it. His eyes were pleading.

You slowly pull yourself away, and slump to the floor. You rest on your knees before him, between his legs. Leon watches you curiously. As your hands start to undo his belt, it starts to click in his mind what's about to happen. And as you unzip his pants and start to pull them off of him, it really sets in. He's now sitting there in his boxers, unable to hide his erection, feeling vulnerable and exposed. You can see his full outline, and the wet spot from where his pre cum had been steadily leaking.

You start to pull his boxers down to fully expose him. "W-wait..." he interrupts and you pause halfway, looking up at him waiting for him to continue. "You really don't have to force yourself to do this..." You giggle at that. "I'm not 'forcing myself'. I want to please you, Leon." His palms start to get sweaty. This was really happening. You wanted to. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel obligated..."

You simply continue in removing his boxer briefs in response. His cock springs out, a beautiful sight. You take a moment to appreciate it. It was pretty in color, just the right amount of veins, perfectly curved. He was holding his breath in anticipation, he looked so nervous yet so eager at the same time.

You start by pressing tiny kisses to his sensitive tip, causing him to twitch. His reactions were just adorable, you couldn't help but want to tease him.

Your tongue starts to trace over his glistening slit, making him tense. "S-shit..mnn," Leon grips the cushions of the couch when you start to wrap your lips around him. It was enough to make his brain go dumb. When you take him deeper into your mouth, he can't help but whine. "Ahnn..fuck," You start using your tongue once more, circling the head of his cock.

Unable to help himself, his hips jerk into you, forcing himself even deeper. As he reaches the entrance of your throat, you bob your head, taking him all the way down. "Hnng~" he cries out, panting and letting out the whiniest moans you've ever heard. You use both of your hands, one gently gripping him at the base, the other teasing and fondling his balls. His eyes are rolling back, toes clenching against the carpet of your floor as you use your full efforts to please him.

He'd never imagined a blowjob could feel this good. You were sucking the life out of him, making him sound so pathetic. Not to mention the sight of you drooling all over him, and the lewd gushy sound it made when his dick reached in your throat. He was completely at your mercy.

You were continuing for a solid 5 minutes before stopping for air. In truth the only reason you stopped was because you felt him about to explode, he was throbbing, his balls tightening. You couldn't let it end that fast. "Why'd you stop.." he whines, "I was so close..please."

"C'mon beg for me then," you urge. He looks away embarrassed, trying to slow his breathing as well. "Please.." he starts. "Please what? Say it for me." You were just tormenting him at this point.

"P-please let me cum...please." he starts to beg and plead like you asked, completely weak for you. "Mnn...good boy." you praise before taking him into your mouth once more. Bobbing your head mercilessly deep throating his length, bringing out almost girly moans from him. He wasn't even attempting to quiet himself anymore. He couldn't.

He was already reaching his peak, praying you wouldn't edge him again. "Feels s' good I can't hold it anymore..." he whimpers. You start focusing more on the top, sucking mostly just the tip while your hand stroked the rest. All your slobbering allowed your hand to glide along him with ease. "Shit," he cries, "I'm cumming...please don't stop..please..." He was squirming as of trying to get away. You considered cutting him off again, but that would just be cruel. He was in desperate need of release.

You stick your tongue out, keeping it pressed against the head while continuing to pump the rest with your hand. His voice reaches a high octave as he starts to spurt all over your tongue and face. His eyes shut tightly, teeth clenched almost painfully hard. You continue milking him with your palm, getting every last drop.

"Fuck," he pants, "I can't think straight it's too much...please." With a final full stroke, you let him go. Your fingertips collect the mess on your face. Not letting it go to waste, you swallow every bit of cum he spilled. Leon's eyes watch you with pure affection, only half open as he starts to come back to reality.

"You're too good at that," he chuckles, "Way better than my hand that's for sure."

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[sillylittlegay]

Resident Evil – Oneshot [Leon Scott Kennedy X GN!Reader]

Pronouns used for Reader; They/Them

Warnings; Panic attack, Mentions/Thoughts of Injury/Death/Kidnapping

Summary; Leon comes home to his partner late at night after a long mission and realizes that they're not there, he panics thinking something happened to them when in Reality they had just been out with friends.

Authors Notes; wanted to make this Angst, decided against it because I thought that this man has had enough trauma in his life, now it has a happy ending and just passages of Leon having mental illness.

Kinda on the shorter side since a) I wanted to get This out faster because I'm currently working on two other oneshots and this one was just a really short idea I had and b) I needed to write a tad bit of comfort because I was thinking of Leon during the time in-between re2 and re4 and how much he had to go through (he needs a hug fr)

During his whole life Leon never thought he'd end up with having to go on days long missions that end in him coming home at one in the morning. Only a few years prior he had thought he'd get to sit in the RPD all day long, catch criminals and come home to a cold flat with maybe a cat waiting for him. To be brutally honest, Leon didn't think that he'd end up as a Special Agent that fights against mutated, infected freaks for a living. Not that he was complaining, for all the working close to death the job paid good. Good enough for him to afford the whole flat by himself and still be able to get himself everything he wanted.

But god knew his partner, and roommate, sure as hell didn't let him pay the rent. Leon kept on insisting that he wouldn't mind the paying, saying that it wouldn't even hurt his pocket one bit, yet they were stubborn enough to not care. Leon smiled. He was glad he had found someone that truly understood him and still agreed to dating him. If he didn't know better he'd say they did it for the money, but due to all their bickering about paying rent and getting upset at him when he bought them expensive gifts for no reason he knew that they truly loved him. Even though he had his flaws – many at that.

Leon got his keys out as he approached the Appartment building, wondering which of their neighbours had left their lights on as he unlocked the entrance door. He actually disliked living in a huge apartment block, but in today's economy he couldn't really choose, though he could probably just buy a house. He had to be able to get everywhere in the city fast though, so living further outside – as much as he wanted to – would be an issue. He would probably have to ask Hunnigan or someone else about getting him off the call list for immediate reply. He noted that he should've done that when he started dating again, yet he hadn't been bothered at the time. The second he got into a relationship though, things had become a lot more difficult.

Inside the building Leon contemplated whether he was going to take the elevator or not. He was tired and didn't want anything more than to slip under the covers of the bed he shared with his partner and sleep, but the fear of being stuck in an elevator this late at night got the better of him. He took the stairs up to the floor his apartment was on. He had never been someone who was afraid of small spaces, let alone elevators, but due to his many, many times being stuck in one and the horrors he had faced in small passages both somewhat made him shiver. He still wasn't scared, he wouldn't say that, he just had a strong dislike and tried his best to avoid them as best as he could. Plus he didn't mind the extra cardio he got through climbing the stairs. Though this was more like a simple morning exercise than an actual workout for Leon. Still, once on his floor he could feel the effects of it in his legs. The slight burning made him remember that he had been on his feet for a long time already, he really should've taken the elevator. Things couldn't be changed though and Leon was already at the apartment door, carefully unlocking it, trying his best to stay quiet as to not wake the only person that truly mattered to him personally.

The apartment was quiet, after all it was the middle of the night – Leon knew that the sleep schedule of his partner was surprisingly healthy, even though they loved staying up late. He quickly stashed away his shoes, not noticing that one pair was missing, and hung his jacket right beside his other one. He frowned for a moment, wondering why his partners jacket was nowhere to be found. In the end he just decided that they had thrown it over the couch again, as they often did when they couldn't wait to get into bed. Yet upon walking through the small living room Leon once again was taken aback by their jacket missing. He now hurried to the shared bedroom, not actually caring about whether or not he was being too loud anymore.

Leon stopped all his movement once he saw the bed, without his partner in it, untouched. The pillows neatly sat beside each other, the blankets laid flatly on the matrace like all their fluffiness had been pushed out – Leon overanalyzed the whole bed to find any hints of it having been used. He had to come to terms with his partner not being at home, without any notice towards him. His hurried steps took him to the little planner his partner used to keep track of any meetings or events they had going on, not finding anything that would excuse their absence. His mind was running wild already, thinking about all the ways they could have possibly been injured – maybe they were at the hospital, maybe they were at someone else's house, Leon didn't even want to think about it. Besides, they knew he was coming home today. He had told them a few hours ago while he was still busy with noting down the important parts of what happened on the mission. Nothing explained why they weren't home.

He hastily took note of their phone hanging on the charger in the kitchen, frantically searching the entire flat for any signs of a fight. Leon wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he found out his partner had been kidnapped. He checked every window, every door, every corner, nothing gave him information of the whereabouts of them. He sat down on the couch, head on his knees, hands pressed to the back of his neck. It slowly dawned on him how many possibilities there were why they weren't home. His mind was filled with images of his partner being taken away, hurt or worse, killed. He didn't even notice that he started sobbing, only taking a second to realize once he felt the tears hit his knees. It didn't distract him for long, instead panic took him over once again. He wanted to search the flat a second time, maybe he had missed something, maybe this was just a bad dream and they were eight beside him, but he stopped himself, unable to move from his spot. He froze up, his nails digging into the flesh of his neck, Leon didn't even register the pain. He sat there for what felt like an eternity, beating himself up for not being able to protect even one person – the one person that still mattered to him at that.

In his panic and through his sobs Leon didn't hear the door unlock. They heard him immediately though. Rushing to his weeping figure, softly loosening his hands from his neck, taking them into their own instead. Leon took a while to notice. Once he did, he wrapped his arms around his lovers waist tightly, pulling them into him, not wanting to ever let go. His face was squashed against their shoulder, tears starting to get soaked into the fabric of their shirt. They softly ran their hands through his hair in a soothing matter, lowly humming one of Leon's favourite songs, knowing both would help him calm down.

»Thought I lost you...« The taller mumbled against his lovers shoulder after regaining enough stability to trust his voice again. »'m sorry baby my friend called, she had a shit time and I went to hers without leaving a note. I'm here now, I'm sorry.« The mumbled back, pressing a soft kiss onto the others head. Leon somehow pressed himself further against his partner, almost as if he'd die if he was even just an inch away from them. »'s fine just... Leave a note if that happens again...« Leon managed to huff, smiling softly once he felt the other nod and heard their soft hum.

After a while the two agreed to finally get ready for bed, though Leon clung to his partner the whole time, making everything a bit difficult. He had chosen to completely stay by his lovers side the whole night, wanting to absolutely make sure nothing would happen, and they let him, holding his hand while falling asleep against his chest. Leon on the other hand stayed awake a bit longer, partially because he couldn't sleep, partially because he wanted to protect the other.

Plus he could never get enough of his lovers peaceful face when sleeping.

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[reno2005]

4th Cup

Summary: reader is a freelance mercenary who falls for the new customer(Leon) at the cafe they frequent. [fluff]

Leon(RE4) x GN!Reader

Note: I really love the casual outfit / There's no violence or action / First-person

Word count: 1564

Bored.

I sat at the booth in a small tidy coffee shop in a quiet city staring at my phone laying in the middle of the table. My contact hadn’t text back since last night and I was fearing another client had gotten cold feet. It was typical in the line of work I made for myself. One mention of “freelance mercenary” and people either took it as a joke or were too scared to talk again. Needless to say, my social life was usually about as empty as my client list.

“I guess that preorder will have to wait.” I said out loud to myself, thinking of the figure I had my eyes set on as the waitress poured more coffee in what was probably my third cup, or I was hoping it was only the third.

“Don’t worry I’m sure it won’t sell out. Besides at least you can still pay your bills?” The waitress, Diana, smiled at me with a face that said “especially your coffee, right?”

“Don’t I already pay you to sit here on a weekly basis?” I playfully jabbed.

“Oh, you’re no fun.” She smiled back and knocked on the table. “Hope you get a catch this week, coffees on the house.”

Diana walked back behind the counter and started cleaning the froth and milk off of the equipment.

“Yeah, the only thing I’m catching this week is bills…” I said to myself as I started to kill my coffee, ready to give up and leave. I was halfway through my drink when I saw him walk in from behind the cup on my lips. He was wearing a blue flight jacket, sleeves slid up to his elbows as much as he could over his muscular forearms, though he didn’t seem like a pilot and wore it more for fashion. His jeans were so tight you could see the shape of his legs. Obviously, whatever this guy did for a living made him the most fit person I’d seen since I moved here years ago.

With every step he took, my heartbeat quickened. His mere presence was magnetic, drawing me in like a helpless victim. “Blonde, blue eyes…” I whispered to myself making a mental note as I stared at his hair. It was like a Japanese idol walked into the building. I watched as he ordered his drink—a cappuccino with a sprinkle of charisma, I imagined. Our eyes met for an instant as he turned to walk out, and in that fleeting moment, I felt Cupid’s arrow.

I got up and rushed over to the order counter. “Did he give a name? It was an advanced order, right?” I asked frantically.

“Oh no I had it ready for him.” Diana answered before she turned to face me. “I think he’s new to town, he just started coming in a few days ago. Always orders the cappuccino and sits at the window booth until he rushes out. Must have been late for something today…”

“What time? What days?” I asked, desperation spilling from my voice.

“Please don’t stalk my customer, he actually pays me.” Diana sarcastically joked.

“I’m not- “I stopped and l at her sternly although I knew she was joking.

“Okay okay, sorry.” She chuckled at me. “You might want to puff up your chest from 1 to 3pm every day lovebird. But he doesn’t seem like the talkative type. Just sits and stares out the window.”

“Might have to move some appointments but okay… thanks!” I rushed out as I heard Diana yell out “Good luck!” from behind though I couldn’t tell if it was sarcastic or not.

The rest of the week consisted of me sitting at my regular booth trying my best to blend in and spy on the new customer for anything I could use to my advantage. I took her words with a grain of salt but everything Diana said was spot on, same time, same table, same drink. He’d look out the window as the sun shone down on his face and his beautiful blonde hair. “Wish my hair looked that good anytime…” I grumbled to myself looking at his lazily combed hair. It was like he didn’t even try and yet he exuded such an eye-catching aura. Small pangs of worry washed over me anytime I saw someone checking him out.

“Just introduce yourself already.” Diana caught me off guard and broke my gaze.

“But… I don’t know… should I even bother him? He looks so comfortable. So serene.” I couldn’t help but get lost in the adonis again.

“you’re not going to win him over just sitting here. C’mon I’ve never seen you like this before.” Diana gave me a pat on the back before walking behind the counter.

With my newfound confidence borne from Diana’s encouragement, I mustered the courage to approach him. I sauntered over to him and mustered my most charming smile.

"Hey," I casually greeted, trying not to lose my cool. "Mind if I join you?"

He glanced up, his eyebrow arched inquisitively. Then, after a moment's consideration, he nodded.

"Not at all," he replied nonchalantly as he went back to staring out the window.

"Great!"

I sat down across from him, trying to act like I wasn't fazed by his indifference. I looked back at Diana who shot me a thumbs up. "So, what's your name?" I asked.

He gave me another glance and answered as he looked out at the bustling street. “Leon.”

A few moments passed in silence. I looked out the window, wondering what caught his attention so much every day, seemed the same to me or maybe I’ve just been here too long. I needed to get his attention either way, couldn’t risk fucking this up.

"So, how do you like the coffee here?" I asked, trying to break the deep silence.

"It's decent," he said, taking a sip.

I sighed. This was going nowhere fast and the silence was starting to kill what little courage I had mustered up. Accepting defeat, I stood up. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Leon" I said, trying not to show my disappointment. "I'll leave you alone now."

"Wait." He said, finally breaking his gaze from the window.

I stopped, turning back towards him. "Yes?"

"You know, it's rude to leave someone hanging like that," he said, finally making eye contact. His gaze pierced into my heart, it was so serious, cool, and sexy. My heart started to beat like crazy.

"Oh, um, sorry." I sat back down, fidgeting with my hands.

"You seem nervous," he commented, noticing said hands.

"Well, you're kind of intimidating." I said in the nicest way I could with a nervous laugh.

He chuckled. "I get that a lot. But I assure you, I don’t bite."

"Yeah, sure." I said with pouting lips, trying to be cute and funny.

He sighed. "I'm sorry if I'm coming off as aloof. I’m just not really into small talk anymore."

"Well, why did you agree to sit with me then?" I asked, confused.

"Because you seem like an interesting person," he admitted.

"Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah, and you're kind of cute, too." He took another sip.

My face turned bright red. "W-what?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This Prince Charming was calling me cute. Me.

"You're blushing," he teased.

"Am not." I said with a face as red as a tomato.

Leon chuckled. "Relax, I'm just teasing you.” He took another sip. “But it’s true.”

I was speechless. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It seemed I wasn’t the only one hit with an arrow.

“So, what do you do besides watch me from across the Café?” Leon joked as he changed the subject and brought my attention back. Though I was surprised he had even noticed.

“How’d you-? Uhm I’m freelance….” I said hesitantly, afraid my job title would ruin this chance too.

“Artist?”

“Mercenary” I cringed a little inside, ready for it all to crumble away.

“I guess I was right about you being interesting.” Leon smiled, as if he was proud he guessed right.

"And you?" I said, surprised that he hadn’t left the tip and ran off the second the word left my mouth.

"Oh, I'm just an agent," he said, before taking another sip.

"An agent, huh? That's awesome." Images of movies stars and singers flashed in my head. Of course he was, he had the look.

"Yep. It pays the bills." He said, not elaborating any further.

We continued chatting, and I was surprised to find that we had a lot in common. And, despite his frosty exterior, he was actually pretty funny. As we talked, I found myself falling for him more and more. He was intelligent, charming, and just plain cool. Suddenly, the spell was broken.

"Oh, shit," he cursed, glancing at his watch. "I'm going to be late."

"For what?"

“The job calls.”

He stood up, taking his jacket and coffee. "It was nice talking to you."

"Likewise," I said, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"Don't worry, we'll meet again." He said reassuringly.

"Really?" I said hopeful.

He smiled. "I'll make sure of it."

With that, he left, leaving me alone with my coffee. As I watched him walk away, I felt a mixture of emotions. Happiness, infatuation, and a strange sense of hope.

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