#leon kennedy prompt

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 24th

leon kennedy x consensual somnophilia

it was never something leon would have ever considered.

sex was always something leon would do with you, not to you — and he wanted it that way. he loved making you beg for it, loved watching your reactions, loved watching you start off shy and end up a mouthy mess, barely making any sense. it was part of the fun.

he’d been coming home late as of recently, either called out onto some kind of ridiculous mission, or stacked high with paperwork that kept him back after hours working overtime. he was making great money, you couldn’t complain — leon using his overtime earnings to spoil you like you deserved, but it was stealing the most valuable thing of all from you, and that was him.

you were needy, needed his physical affection, his cock bruising your insides and strong arms wrapped around you grounding you — reminding you that he was here, and yours, and safe. it just wasn’t possible lately, only seeing him in the mornings before he’d leave. you tried really hard to stay awake when he’d get home, yawning and rubbing your eyes as you’d text him and tell him— but you’d usually get hit with the ‘You need your rest, baby. Go to sleep.’ text response and who are you to argue? you couldn’t if you tried, often falling asleep with the lamp on, sprawled atop the sheets. his tired frame would find you like that when he returns home, shaking his head with a tired chuckle and tucking you in. leon looks after you like that.

you’d awoken with a plan, waking up earlier than leon’s alarm and padding into the kitchen to make him breakfast before he leaves— making his morning easier by laying out his clothes, his badge, his wallet — really playing at housewife, which you both enjoyed.

he was smiling sleepily when he found you in the kitchen, serving up his food to go so that he wasn’t late.

“whats all this, hm?” he smirks as he approaches you, pulling you toward him by the hips and pressing a grateful kiss to the centre of your forehead.

“just wanna treat you right, i know you’re working hard and you’re tired… i miss you though.” you exhale slowly, still sleepy yourself as you burrow your cheek to his chest. his heart pangs a little at your sad tone, stroking down the back of your dishevelled head.

“i know, sweetheart. i’m sorry i’ve been so busy, works been hectic lately but things should be clearing up soon. then i can take some time off, spend time with my number one.” his sympathetic tone fades to a grin, running a thumb over your cheek when you smile with him.

“‘kay.” you seem satisfied, walking him to the door, watching him pull his fur lined jacket on to protect him from the chilly winter weather outside. the jacket makes him seem even bigger than he is, which makes you bite back a needy giggle as you hand him his brown paper bag with his breakfast inside.

“alright, baby. thanks for the food. i’ll be back later.” he pinches your chin affectionately. “wheres my kiss?” he tilts his head a little with a playful smirk, and you don’t wait another second before standing on your tiptoes and planting a kiss to his lips, savouring the feeling knowing you’ll miss him all day. it was then time to propose your plan.

you pull back, and he goes to step away but you speak, as casually as possible.

“oh, and leon. if you come home and you need me, you can use me whilst i sleep if you’d like. i don’t wear panties to bed.” you smile innocently, before pulling back fully. “see you later!” you usher him out as he stares back in shock, not giving him time to respond. you all but kick him out as you giggle, going about your day.

he’d thought about it a lot that day.

he couldn’t do that to you, right? use you whilst you slept. it was… degrading. inherently wrong. his sweet girl, unaware of his touch. and yet, you were so willing, the look in your eyes when you’d permit him access to you whilst you slept haunted him all day. you’d tried to play it cool, but leon knew you too well — knew that needy, neglected look in your eyes. you were practically begging to be touched. had it really been that long?

he’d arrived home late as usual, and by the time he did, with all the work that had been lumped onto him he’d pretty much forgotten momentarily about that morning, that was until he entered the bedroom.

it’s like you’d set the scene perfectly for him.

he puffs out his cheeks a little as he exhales, running hands over his cheeks like he was trying to wipe off water. you were there, fast asleep on the bed wearing just his t-shirt. the blankets had been kicked down to just cover one foot, bunching up on your other side — and your leg was cocked up as you lay on your stomach. he creeps further into the room, sighing at how beautiful you looked illuminated only by the bright moonlight. his tshirt had ridden up, revealing your plump ass and glistening wet cunt in the low light. poor thing, he thinks — you’d gone to bed all needy.

he’s surprised the sound of his belt clinking as he undoes it doesn’t wake you, usually having a rather pavlovian effect on you to make you salivate whenever you hear it. he still feels slightly guilty despite the clear permission you’d given ringing bright and new in his memory. there was nothing wrong with just getting comfy and laying beside his girl, right?

he wedges himself gently behind you, still wearing his clothes, and in your sleep you habitually shuffle up closer to him, pressing your bare ass against his cock. he winces, hand coming up to caress the skin there. “fuck.” he murmurs, cock hard in his jeans.

maybe he could just jerk himself off, right here beside you. that wasn’t so bad, right? he pulls his pants and boxers down to his knees and quickly gets to work, the other hand carefully pinching the material of his tshirt and lifting it slowly to reveal more skin to him. he inhales, jaw slacking a little at the sight of your curves as he touches himself— and he feels himself getting more desperate. what’s the harm in playing with you just a little?

he slows his movements on his own cock, bringing his hand slowly to your ass again, rubbing soothing circles on the skin. his hand creeps from there to between your legs, his fingers experimentally swiping through your soaked folds. you must’ve prepared yourself before you slept. a wave of heat rushed through him as he wondered if you went to bed this wet every night since he’d been working so much and not pleasing you. without thought his fingers slide up to your clit, giving it a few affectionate rubs like he usually would. you whine sleepily and he shushes you.

“it’s okay baby, it’s me.”

you don’t seem to stir, and his blood is fucking pumping. he leans over you, using his strong arm to hold himself up and swipes his tip through your folds, coating himself in your slick. “so god damn wet.” he hisses, brows knitting. he gets himself into a comfortable position before pushing himself a little just past the tip.

you cry out a little into the pillow, and he hears himself shushing you again. “i know sweet girl, just me.” he sighs, pressing his forehead against your back.

he keeps you like that for a while, arm trembling a little whilst he holds himself up. you just feel so good, swallowing half of him — and he realises just how pent up he’s been since he’d been working overtime. he slowly bottoms out, letting out the most pornographic yet quiet moan, perfectly forming an ‘ugh’ sound in the air as you squeeze around him. he starts to grind in and out of you, and only then you stir — always the heavy sleeper.

you let out a disorientated yet pleased whine, clenching down hard as your consciousness comes to the surface. leon, mounting you still, wraps one thick arm beneath your stomach, effortlessly holding you to him as if you were a pillow or a stuffed animal — the other thick forearm wedged itself beneath you to work at your clit, light but slightly frenzied circles pressed against it. you let out a sleepy sob, drool painting your chin as your noises come out muffled to the pillow.

“you’re okay, pretty girl. s’just me remember. fuck. you still sure you want me up in here?” you feel his clothed stomach against your back.

“mhm!” you rasp, barely awake just drifting in and out of what felt like a perfect wet dream.

soon you’re clenching down hard again, almost trapping his movement. he lets you hump your clit on the heel of his hand as he tried his hardest to look round at you from his position. “you wanna cum on it, baby? yeah?” he cooes, slightly whiny and high pitched signalling he wasn’t far behind you. “such a good girl giving yourself to me like this. gonna treat you all fuckin’ night, make up for lost time.” he really is whining now, the soft sounds of his pelvis clapping against your ass filling the room.

you snuggle against him as best as you can, eyes squeezing shut as you feel yourself waking up properly to a hearty orgasm on your boyfriends thick cock.

but leon wasn’t done yet. needless to say, he was tired at work the next day.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy prompt #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil smut #leon resident evil smut #kinktober 2023

[andieperrie18]

Resident Evil Prompt

Reader is an ex-scientist and an excommunicated Lord with witch like powers (likely from she got from the affects of the caidou) that once worked with Mother Miranda. She lives across Europe, away from her once homeland. She settles down in small town and is living in a cottage with her own farm, living a decent life and a local healer.

I just watched Kiki's Delivery Service and this one came to me. Someone make this a Leon Kennedy x Reader. If you guys got some ideas, put it on the comments.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy prompt #leon kennedy re2 #leon kennedy re4

[saturncodedstarlette]

Leon : Okay, so I didn’t know what kind of ice creams you like, so I got you all of them

Y/N, watching the delivery guys installed the new freezer in the kitchen :

Y/N : Leon, babe, light of my life, sweetums, teddy bear—

Leon : *sweetly hums* ?

Y/N : There’s like four hundred boxes—

Y/N : —of just ice cream??

Leon : Uhh yes? We can get more if you want or do you want something else—

Y/N, jumped on him : Leon, I love you—

Y/N : —But don’t encourage my addiction, please! One of us being an addict is enough!

#I found the prompt from @koreecob on Tumblr #but I changed it up a bit #and added some lines of my own #Resident Evil #Resident Evil x reader #Resident Evil incorrect quotes #resident evil leon kennedy #Leon S. Kennedy #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x you #Leon S. Kennedy x reader #Leon S. Kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #Leon S. Kennedy fluff #My 2024 works

[owliellder]

This has been in my head for DAYS bc I thought it was too silly to share, but imagine a silly Moth!Hybrid!Reader x Leon, and they obviously get distracted by lights easily...But imagine them getting distracted by all the pretty city lights at night (staring out a window) so Leon has to use his phone (either a bright video/photo or the flashlight) to guide them to bed-

it's silly in a good way i love this idea so much!! reader has wings so a harness and leash is required every time they go outside cause Leon cannot get them down from the street lamp 😭

and he basically turns into one of those airplane runway instructors with the lights when he's trying to direct the reader a specific way.

actually i like this idea so much that i put together a shitty picture

#adding this to my prompt list #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy fluff #hybrid reader #moth hybrid reader

[somnicordia]

day 4 & 5: really want to kiss you / missing you, always

#chreonweek2k23 #chreon #i am super late but its ok #it's not cheating to combine 2 prompts right #my art #leon kennedy #chris redfield #resident evil #biohazard

[anininas]

@serennedyweek2024 Day 2 - RE6 Era + Fake/Pretend relationship

There's no way I'll have time to finish this lmao, but I really wanted to join!! Maybe later this week

#I wanted to do both prompts so I did #I'd like to think that in this situation Luis would hold back on the physical contact as to not make Leon uncomfortable #(At least not in an overbearing way) #So it's all the more surprising when Leon initiates #god they're old man and they're in lovw #resident evil #leon s kennedy #luis serra #serennedy #serennedy week 2024 #ani's scribbles

[hurrakka]

Me and my friend playing re 6 in a nutshell (leon is me lol)

#my art #resident evil #resident evil 6 #the qtes scared me more than the actual zambies #nothin scary like a button prompt jumpscare #leon kennedy #helena harper

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 30th

leon kennedy x handcuffs

you told yourself you were going to act civilised around your best friend today, but as soon as he pulled out the handcuffs? and started talking to you like that? you were a gonner. it was about time anyway.

he’d just come from… somewhere. something work related. you weren’t sure, you weren’t listening — just staring at him as he speaks, still geared up. he unloads his pistol skilfully, barely even sparing it a glance as he complains about his day, placing it all on the coffee table that he stands beside, rolling his tense shoulders as he finally lets himself relax.

“not much to say today, huh?” he quirks an eyebrow at you, and your eyes jump up from where his chest was straining against the fabric of his tshirt to meet his gaze.

“i’m just listening!” you defend, but your concentration is stolen once more when he adjusts his stance, and something metal clinks against his hip. “what’s that?” comes out quietly under your breath. leon tries not to smirk.

“get your head out the gutter.” he scoffs with a wolffish grin, dropping down onto the couch beside you. he takes up more room than usual, and you think maybe he’s doing it on purpose — boosted off the ego trip of you staring at him like you want to eat him alive. his feet are planted firmly on the floor, legs spread, and his arm rests along the back of the couch behind where your head was resting. you clear your throat, turning to him. the handcuffs catch the light again, and you indulge in looking.

“you never seen handcuffs before? i just came from work, i told you… are you okay?” he leans forward, almost concern etched onto his features at your skittish behaviour. your face feels hot, embarrassed— it shouldn’t be this hard to hide the fact you want him to fuck your brains out.

the truth was, you didn’t know he was dropping by your place so soon. you assumed he would run home after work rather than come straight over— so you figured it bought some time for you to indulge in some… private time. you’d stumbled on some videos online, involving a pair of shiny handcuffs, pinning a pretty girls wrists together whilst she got pounded. leon knocked on the door before you’d even gotten the chance to sate your urges, so there you were — sat beside him with a hot, aching, glossy cunt leaking into your pyjama shorts.

“no i— it’s just funny because i was watching something with handcuffs in it before you came round so it’s just a coincidence.” you blurt out, painfully awkward. leon barely reacts, leaning back into the couch and stealing the remote from beside you, fingers brushing your hip accidentally as he grabs it. he doesn’t think anything of it, but you clench.

“what, like a cop show?” he glances at you, strong arm held out before him to change the channel. your eyes get stuck on a vein running through his forearm, practically salivating like a dog being presented with a juicy steak.

“no uh… like a different… like a video…” you admit, barely even conscious of the words coming out your mouth. when he slowly turns to look at you, you snap out of it — eyes wide, but it’s too late.

“oh?” the smirk is back and you want to disappear into the ground. you swallow hard and he turns his body to face you. “innocent little you watching dirty porn? guess i don’t know you as well as i think.” it’s clear he’s highly amused.

“oh whatever, leon.” you roll your eyes, brows still furrowed in deep humiliation. humiliation that was only making your little problem worse.

“c’mon…” he chuckles, deep and bass-y and you want to moan. “show me it.”

your eyes widen once more and your head snaps towards him. “wh-no!”

“whats a little sharing porn between friends, hm?” he shrugs like it’s nothing and you bite your lip, trying to downplay it. you think for a moment, before pulling your phone out and opening up the video. “damn, had it ready and everything.” he comments, shuffling closer to you to watch it. you press the play button, trying to stop your thighs from getting the nervous shakes, and trying even harder to concentrate on anything but his strong bicep pressing up against your arm.

you feel him glancing at you with an amused smile as you both watch the video on your phone, the girls moans sounding more obscene than you remember.

“i see.” he comments pensively, and you avoid his gaze.

“yeah.” you breathe. “no big deal. i’m an adult.” you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than him.

“uh huh.” he smirks, no longer watching the video — instead watching the way your pupils take up your entire eye, and the way your tits rise and fall with shallow breaths, pushing against your tank top. the short video ends and you’re left in silence. you brave looking his way, his dark gaze on you. “so… you want this to happen to you?” he nods towards the phone in gesture to the video and you shrug before nodding shyly.

he thinks for a moment, leaning back in his seat, before unhooking the cuffs from his hip. “you wanna see how they work?” he offers, holding them up. the metal rings swing between you and you nod, like he was hypnotising you. you offer your wrists, and he wants to coo at you for being so naturally submissive. he settles with a chuckle.

“why don’t you stand up? i’ll show you how i’d properly cuff someone, given the situation.” he pushes himself up suddenly and you hesitate before doing the same, staring up at him for direction. he places a hand on your shoulder and turns you around before walking you to the wall. “usually, i’d have someone like this.” his large hand cups the back of your head, gently pushing your cheek to the wall. he lightly kicks your ankle so you widen your stance, and you adjust it for him. “good girl.” he quickly and thoughtlessly praises, and you let out a breath you did know you was holding. he pauses for a millisecond, before his hands slide down your bare arms, pulling them behind your back.

“then i’d secure the cuffs, just like this.” he directs, voice a lot quieter and raspier now at the close proximity. you feel the cold metal graze your wrists and you resist a wince as he slides your hands in and begins to tighten them. “not too tight?” he places a hand on your upper arm, turning you slightly and leaning forward so he could get a look at you. you look right back at him, and god you must have looked like a fucked out mess when you shook your head eagerly because he laughed a little.

“and now i’ve got them in position— i can manoeuvre them however i like.” it felt like there was double meaning in his words, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from saying something crazy. he places a hand on your back, pushing you in slightly, and without thinking you arched, ass pressing directly against his crotch. you let out a shaky gasp, turning your head to look at him, like a deer in headlights. instead of backing off, he smirks, staying right there. after a tense silence, he speaks up.

“has anyone ever told you cuffs suit you?” he flirts, the hand that was on your back rubbing soothing circles there in the centre now. you exhale, shaky and deep. “mm. i think you like wearing them.”

“they’re… okay.” you try stubbornly, but it comes out weak and pathetic.

“please… i bet you’re soaked.” he bravely states and you swallow deeply, in disbelief that you were doing this with your best friend.

“leon…” you whine unsurely, but your hips betray you and wiggle against his crotch a little, searching for the slightest of friction.

“thats the thing about handcuffs, sweetheart. leaves you helpless. can just do whatever i want to you, and you can’t do shit about it.” he leans in, voice merely a whisper, strong chest pressed to your back, lips grazing your cheekbone. he pauses, to stare at you calculatingly. “unless you don’t want to?”

“i do.” you whisper back and his heart thumps. this was actually happening.

“oh you do?” he coos. “so if i pull these cute pyjama shorts down, i’m gonna find a mess just like i expect. is that right, pretty girl?”

you whimper. he always had a mouth on him, but this was something else.

“yes leon.”

“t’aw, i like when you’re honest.” he wraps his fingers around your shorts and starts slowly pulling them down, revealing the swell of your asscheeks, and then finally the back of your glimmering pussy. a strong hand pries your thighs apart, before his hand slides round to your front, chin leaning on your shoulder. “lets see.” he sighs, and your senses are consumed by him, you could barely breathe.

two thick fingers slide over your cunt, parting your folds. with the action, an obscene wet sound fills the air.

“oh sweetheart, you hear that?” he slides his fingers around in the moisture. “shes talking. you really like those cuffs, huh?”

you were in for a long night.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy prompt #resident evil smut #kinktober 2023

[forgetminot]

Three questions

~ Leon Kennedy x gn reader ~

[ Warnings ; profanities (just one) slight angst if you squint, other than that just plain old fluff! ]

A/N ; This is my first ever fanfiction! (on tumblr anyway) I've had a lot if inspiration from multiple writers and really wanted to have a go! Enjoy ♡♡

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Prompt/Drabble idea - "I have three questions for you..." - "Are you being professional? Are you oblivious? Or are you just not interested?"

You lean back onto the cold metal railing as Leon pushes the button, jolting forwards as the platform begins to raise. Looking up your eyes connect with Leon's as you send him a small smile. "I have three questions for you..."

He raises his left eyebrow. "Ask away."

"Are you being professional? Are you oblivious? Or are you just not interested?" You glance towards the floor staring at the small grey rock that hides on the corner of the platform, it's a good distraction while you wait for Leon to respond.

"What?" He lets out a small laugh as you lift your head, your eyes connecting with his once again.

"Oblivious" You mumble quietly to yourself.

"Oblivious to what?" He questions, shit- he heard you.

"Oh, you know, the constant flirting." You push forward from your position against the railing. "The compliments, the eye contact..." Leon looks at you, confused as ever and you close your eyes wishing you had never asked. "Forget it." The platform comes to a stop, the gate making an awfully loud scraping noise as it opens. "C'mon, let's finish the mission." You nod towards the opening, Leon following close behind you; he grabs your hand turning you to face him.

"Professional." He says. "At least, trying to be." You smile as he reaches his hand out to your cheek, brushing his thumb across it softly.

"You don't have to be." You reply. He nods, slowly leaning forward to close the gap between you both.

"Okay"

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#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #fic prompt #this man is gonna be the death of me #reader #self insert #reader insert #resident evil leon #how many hashtags is too many? #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff

[saturncodedstarlette]

[Y/N talks to people to get information while Leon watching from afar]

Leon : I don’t understand why I couldn’t just ask them myself, it might be even faster

Y/N, chuckles : I’m sure they feel more comfortable talking to me

Leon : Why would I make them uncomfortable?

Y/N : Well..

Y/N : It’s probably due to your reputation

Leon : Reputation? I have a reputation?

Y/N : Look, there’s no easier way to say this but you’re not approachable, Leon. Or even look approachable. You can be a little intimidating—

Leon : So in other words, I look *gestures to his face* scary?

Y/N : No— well— I meant—

Leon, brows furrowed, tilt your chin up to meet his eyes : Do YOU think I’m scary?

Y/N, too awestruck to say anything :

Leon, sighs internally : (even my beloved finds me scary, what am I even doing 😔)

Y/N, internally : (OMG OMG WHEN DID HE GET SO HOT?!! I know he’s a cutie in the past but this—! 😳)

#Resident evil #Resident evil incorrect quotes #Resident evil x reader #Resident evil Leon #Resident evil Leon Kennedy #Leon S. Kennedy #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x you #Leon S. Kennedy x reader #Leon S. Kennedy x you #Leon Kennedy imagine #leon kennedy fluff #Resident evil Leon x reader #Original prompt : X-Files | S1E3 #🥃 | Leon S. Kennedy

[m4nspr34d]

SMUT PROMPTS!!

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1. “Well if you hate me so much why do you keep coming over love?”

2. “Please come over baby i need you so fucking bad..”

3. “i promise il be gentle..”

4. “You’ve been teasing me all day and now you want it?”

5. “Please..il do anything”

6. “I wanna hear you scream my name.”

7. “I dont care if there’s other people around,let them watch.”

8. “You talk too much,lets use that mouth for something useful.”

9. “Be a good boyland swallow it all.”

10. “Clothes. off. now.”

11. “work for it.”

12. “He cant fuck you like i can,can he?”

13. “im gonna fuck you all night long”

14. “let me make it worth your while”

15. “il make it fit.”

16. “cum on my face.”

17. “just suck my dick till we get please baby il drive slow.”

18. “you want it that bad huh?”

19. “i wanna tie you up and fuck as much cum out of you as i can.”

20. “what are you doing with my boxers?”

21. “is that my sweater?”

22. “you do so many things to me”

23. “i wanna fuck you right here on this counter”

24. “get under the desk and suck my dick.”

25. “dont stop. even if i beg.”

26. “who’s calling you? pick it up.”

27. “you were sending me pictures all day at work,and you think you can get away with it?”

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You can ofc requests additional details for all of these!!

#fanfic #male reader #leon kennedy #resident evil #smut #carlos oliveria x reader #carlos oliveira #smut prompts

[comatosebunny09]

The Merchant slides you something to help cut your recovery time in half. A little gift for taking care of those pesky crows. It’s something to take away the sting. Gives you a nice adrenaline boost as you mow through ornery villagers in pursuit of Ashley.

But then, you’re hot all over. Lava flowing through your veins, and your head kind of hurts. And everything’s just spinning. Your limbs feel a little sore, but you chalk it up to fatigue. Besides, you haven’t eaten anything filling since morning. Snake meat isn’t typically your go-to protein.

Leon insists you take a break after you stumble into him. Into the safety of his body, and he catches you against a wall in an empty shed. Warm-bodied and panting, a muscly thigh between your legs to keep you—him—grounded. So close you can smell the sweat and oakwood clinging to his clothes. See the galaxy swirling in his eyes, scanning over you for injuries. Brows furrowed, lips parted; he won’t take no for an answer as he lightly taps your cheeks, trying to keep you with him.

You won’t argue. Can’t. Especially since you see two of him, your knees buckling, your throat curdling with a whine. Why, why does he have to smell so goddamn good?

Tucked in the sanctity of a safe room, The Merchant realizes he’s made a terrible mistake while sifting through his wares. He thought he gave you his last vial of adrenaline. But it stares at him from the table, gleaming blue and condescending.

Uh-oh.

Whose idea was it to make the adrenaline and aphrodisiac shots the same color?

#leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon x reader #leon x you #resident evil 4 x reader #re4 x reader #resident evil x reader #just musing #a silly prompt

[wherenymphsroam]

52 :3

And can I also kiss you?? 😭

52: “Can I kiss you?”

prompt game :^)

⟡ cw: mentions of withdrawals, struggles with alcoholism, depression, specifically soggy wet cat vendetta leon but can be read with damnation leon in mind :3

⟡ a/n: YES we are smooching, i am kissin u on the mouf rn 🤍

“Can I kiss you?”

What the hell was he saying.

One minute, he’s trembling over a plate of eggs and pancakes back at the hotel, and now he’s barely holding himself back from slumping against your shoulder like an old dog. You had insisted on dragging his miserable ass out of there, told him to get his shit together. That you were going for a ride, and he should hang on.

(Of course he was too stubborn to let you drive, no matter the fact that he had already put down half a bottle this morning.)

So despite his better judgement, he allowed you pull him away from those four walls that were his hotel room, all under the promise that it’d still be there when he got back.

Sure, he didn’t want to leave. If his hangover had anything to say about it, he’d be tucked back under the covers of that shitty, scratchy duvet in the fetal position. His head was pounding. But sat here on this stoop tucked away into the mountains, overlooking the small town he had sought out to lick his wounds within, the cool breeze sweeps away some of the tension in his facial features. The fresh air has coaxed that stress out of his shoulders, loosened him up in a way alcohol hadn’t managed to in years.

But maybe it was you.

You, tucked against his side, thumbing slow circles into the back of his palm. The scent of your shampoo drifting through the breeze that passes his nose that has his heart rate slowing. Honestly, he didn’t want to pull this apart. Whether it was the fresh air or you by his side that had him relaxing for the first time in months (years?), it didn’t matter. Because he asked a stupid question, and he doesn’t really feel like taking it back.

“Leon, you’re drunk,” you scoff, shaking your head. As if kissing your superior was such a far fetched idea. Or maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him. He couldn’t blame you, he’s not sure he even bothered to pack a toothbrush when he sought out a direct flight to Colorado.

“I’m the most sober I’ve been in weeks, right now.”

In his defense, he was telling the truth. After arriving at that run down mug, he had made it his mission to slug back as much as he could before he had to leave. Because he knew this was coming — whether in the form of a text message detailing his next deployment, or with the arrival of military personnel — and he had stuck it to himself to ignore it for as long as possible. Started digging that hole of sweet silence into his subconscious the second he got his room key.

And yet…. Here he was. Sobered up and wanting. Forced to face the sad reality that he was lonely, damn it.

Alright, universe, you win. He’ll admit it. Why else would you be playing with his head like this? Those eyes, deep as the ocean, bright as the stars. Pretty lips that fill out so delicately, cheeks that look softer than anything he’s felt in months. You were the embodiment of something a man like him didn’t deserve, and no withdrawal could create the guttural rawness of the wound this reality inflicted on him.

You weren’t a daydream, and you weren’t an illusion. You were tangible, distantly so. And after having been dragged back down to earth, he needed something stronger than what was in his flask.

Chancing a glance over at him, it’s clear you’re debating with yourself. Your teeth tucking that sweet bottom lip under them, plush in how it swells ever so slightly under the pressure. Lashes fluttering when you search his features. He was definitely in better shape than you had found him this morning, silverware clinking and wobbling in his unsteady grip.

The sight almost made you want to slip them from his hands, cut his food up for him like a doting mother. Maybe guide a few bites past his lips like some guilt ridden caregiver, anything to bring some color back to his cheeks.

But you’d never say that out loud.

“… I believe you,” you hum, gaze shifting back up from the dip of his cupids bow. A shitty cover to ignore how you had just wondered how that scruff over it would feel against your mouth. “Just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Yeah?” He dryly laughs, short and null of any real humor. “Just like how joining this god forsaken organization wasn’t either, right?”

Silence. Thick, drawn out.

Few people knew just how Leon ended up in the DSO, landed himself in such a comfortable place with the higher ups. And fewer knew why he stayed. It’s hard to really respond to that when you’re not part of that statistic.

“I’m sorry,” you find yourself muttering softly, turning away again. Shifting your focus back out to gaze over the town below, the traffic flow of patrons returning home, shops turning off lights.

“Don’t be. I’m being a dick right now.”

Leon forgot how snippy he could be during withdrawals nowadays. Made him feel like an overgrown baby, still stuck in his oral phase. That flask in his pocket might as well have become a pacifier, anything to keep him from spinning off the handle.

“You’re acting like one, yeah. Doesn’t make you one.”

Pausing, Leon glances at you, follows the line of your side profile for a moment. Studies the line of your nose, the slope of your top lip. Down and over the jut of your chin, the retreat of your jaw. He wanted to follow that track with the bridge of his nose, maybe press his lips to the hollow of your throat.

Fuck. Maybe he wasn’t nearly as sober as he thought.

Clearing his throat, he shakes his head, glances out in the general direction you’re looking in. Can’t help how he finds similarities between the slopes of the mountains and your face.

“I’m glad you think so.”

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Oct 1 - Creamtober 2023 - wolf in sheep’s clothing

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