#Leon Scott Kennedy

[writingwisterias]

Pretty boy

RE6! Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Dad-bod Leon, Sub leon, Hand Jobs, Overstimulation, Soft-dom Reader, Praise Kink, Body issues, insercurites, Leon needs a hug, Just a thought I can't get out of my head sorry it's shit! It's just a quick drabble lol - we will not discuss how long this has been in my head though. Forgive me but the next one will be breeding kink I promise!

These moments were always your favorite, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest. Your fingers tracing along the scars that littered his torso. Each one holding a memory of what he went through. The house was calm finally, the children were asleep long ago. Tucked away safely behind the doors. He loved this, the simplicity of it. Never fully thinking he deserved it, there were better people than him in the world. People that should still be here today, to experience their own moments of softness.

His days of service were far and few between nowadays, the children needed him more. You needed him more. He finally had something that gave him a reason to fight extra hard for time off. However now he faced a range of new challenges, some he would have never thought would effect him so badly. His lack of service had began affect his physical appearance, a light layer of fat surrounding his muscles making his once hardened physic softer. You didn't care, not at all. Why would you?

He was still the same man you fell in love with. The same person that buried himself deep inside of you. Giving you parts of him to nurture and grow into the children you can never imagine living without. Infact you loved the extra softness, the way you only saw the muscle that lay beneath when he lifted your children in the air or fixed his bike up in the garage. It was all worth it, giving him the slice of happiness he needed.

It didn't stop the longing looks in the mirror or the way he stared a little longer at old photos. The conversation tonight, the same one you would have every night, drifted into the topic of each other's insecurities. It wasn't a shock to you when he admitted he felt this way, why would it be?

Instead after his admittance, you both now sat in front of the floor length mirror. His back laid against your chest. Your hands spread on each of this thighs as you looked over his shoulder at his poor needy cock standing tall.

Pre cum decorated it, giving it a slight shine as it eagerly leaked out for you. The mushroomed tip glow red with it's need. Leon whimpered as you nipped at his neck, watching each mark that bloomed as you moved along his shoulder. It was intense watching himself falter like this but you told him to. Instructed him to watch how pretty he looked when he came undone so of course - he didn't dare look away.

"So pretty" you whispered in his ear, your teeth gently tugging at the lobe before you moved to suck just behind it. His sweet spot.

You chuckled as his hips thrusted in the air. His poor cock twitching and thumping against that small belly of his. His head leant back against your shoulder, his chest heaved with unspoken whines. "Can't you see how much I love this?" You whispered as your fingers finally ran over the slit in his cock; collecting the few droplets to spread along his length. His whimpers were cute when he was like this, reminding you of his younger years when you would spend time treating him after a hard mission. Always ready to give him the praise and relief he needed. "Please-" he begged quietly, the words barely audible if it weren't for him sat against you like this.

Your hand worked slowly, too slowly for what he needed right now. His body heated, his fingers gripping at the ground as you continued to squeeze his cock gently. He watched his tip disappear behind your hands before reappearing with new beads of pre cum. It was memorizing your actions, each pump you gave him faster than the last as you milked him.

Leon's cheeks flushed a pretty colour of pink, his whines now turning into breathless moans and small gasps. He watched every movement you made in the mirror, every subtle thrust of his own hips in desperation to finish. The heels of his feet digging firmly in the rug beneath you. "I love you Leon. I love you for everything you do and have done for this family" you spoke to him. Your eye met his as spoke, staring at him through the reflection making sure every word was taken in.

"So proud of you for being here today, being strong enough to carry the family. To fight for your chance to relax"

Each praise went straight to his cock. It twitched eagerly in your hands. Not soft in the slightest expect for the vein that ran along the length; now puffy and prominent waiting for his permission to cum. It didn't take long until the constant praise and kisses along his scarred skin that he felt his balls tighten. His thighs clench until finally he let go.

You felt him go limp against you with one finale groan. The vein now throbbing angrily beneath your fingers tips as his cum shot out in streams. You both watched as it decorated his small stomach. The translucent substance getting caught in the whips of hair that decorated the area. The final spurts spilling over the grip you still hand on him.

Your clean hand ran your fingers through the blonde strands, kissing his temple as he calmed down. " I love you" he whispered, his head finally resting backwards. The tension finally leaving his brows as his eyes fluttered shut.

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Your silly roommate with his silly shirts 🙄

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[larvamars]

straight through the heart

cupid!leon design was made by @/StarDreamiie(X) ❤

[starcrossedreaders]

Hi!! Okay so, I've run up over your blog and I LOVE your writing! it's the first time i do this and I was wondering if you could write abt reader complimenting bf Leon out of the blue, literally SIMPING for each of his small features that makes him him and Leon just sitting there, like a cutie patootie while trying to register wtf is going on? Since he is not used to being complimented over small details jskdosjaowpsjjdkjekekowoe I can't I'm losing my mind over this man

Thank you! so much if you take the to type it down otherwise is fine, no pressure :)

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It was another mundane night, dinner was put away, dishes were clean, and now it was time to unwind from the day before you and your boyfriend went to bed to repeat it all the next day.

Laying down on the couch you fell into the doom scroll of TikTok while Leon rubbed your feet that sat in his lap from the other side of the couch while reading the new thriller you got him the other day. Your living room was filled with quiet tiktok audios, the crackle of the fireplace, and the occasional rustle of a turned page.

Your phone screen lit up your face as you giggled at a dog playing with his toys. Giggling a bit more you sat up a little to show Leon the funny animal.

"Baby look," you nudged his shoulder before shoving your phone in his face.

The blue light shone against his features. While his eyes danced across the screen yours were dancing across the small features of his face. Like the freckle that lay beneath his eye, the faint scar that sat above his top lip, the little hump that curved the bridge of his nose, or the two lines that stood on either side of his brows.

Too enamored by your boyfriend, you failed to hear him let out a snort at the video but gave a small response like "yea that is cute." He didn't fail to notice the way you studied him though. Turning his head he looked at you while raising a brow.

"...What are you looking at?" he seemed a bit scared as he tried to not touch his face.

"Did you know that your eyes have the smallest streaks of gray near your pupils, and they get covered when your pupils dilate?" He was dumbfounded.

"See just like that!" You point at his eyes as they dilate due to your words. "Or the way when you blush it starts at the tip of your ears and goes down." He could feel his ears get hot at your words as your fingers lightly danced from his ears down to his cheek bones.

"Wha..." you cut him off before he could question what you were rambling about. "Or the way your lips slightly curve up when you see something you like could be a favorite meal or shirt, and then you lick your lips a bit before you respond with a true smile." Leon was really dumbfounded.

"Oh! I can't forget how you prefer your whiskey, one ice cube, filled up halfway in a square class that has been chilled."

"How did you?" His voice was breathy as it fanned across your face. You didn't realize how close you got. "Well, I pay attention, duh. All of those small things about you are what makes you...you, so of course I'm going to note them and remember them."

Leon doesn't think he has ever felt more loved in his life then he does now. Weird subconscious things he does are things you notice. He never realized how observant you really are until you started to spew about him.

When Leon thinks spew he really means it, you were going on and on. While you rambled your fingers danced across the features you were talking about. A slight touch under his eyes, the tracing of the bridge of his nose, to the faint scar that laid in the palm of his hand, you touched it all. And Leon could do was sit there, drinking it all in. He wasn't really used to the compliments and swoning going on around him.

Noticing how quiet Leon got you finally slowed down. Your warm breath fanned across his face as he turned to look at you.

"What..." you sat back a little as your concerned eyes scanned over his unreadable face.

He only hummed and shook his head slightly, sending his soft locks to shift across his face. "I'm just not used to....this." He waved his hands around a bit.

"What's this?" you mocked his actions with a little more vigor.

"The...compliments. I didn't expect you to notice those small things." He was really dumbfounded at this point.

" Seriously? you don't expect your own partner to notice those things?" Scoff jokingly as you sat back down in your spot and picked up your phone again. "I know for a fact you notice those little things about me too." You said it like it was a fact.

He mouth opened and closed trying to think of something to say back but the only thing he could come up with was the fact that you were right. Hinging his jaw shut he huffed a bit before he got comfortable again and picked up to book.

"That's what I thought." You push his thigh with your foot before going back to doom scrolling.

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mr kennedy

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A Puck Up

Hockey! Leon Kennedy x WAG! Reader

Sfw; pure fluff and hurt/comfort

Wc; 697

The city lights blur past as you sit in the passenger seat, the hum of the engine filling the silence between you. The energy of the game still lingers in the air, but instead of celebration, there’s tension—thick, unspoken, weighing heavy between you and Leon. His hands grip the steering wheel a little too tightly, his jaw locked, his eyes fixed straight ahead. You don’t have to ask what’s wrong. You already know.

It’s been the same routine for as long as you’ve been with him. After a tough loss, he doesn’t want to talk. He doesn’t want to hear reassurances or excuses. He just wants to sit in it—let the frustration settle, replay every second in his head, convince himself he could’ve done more. You know better than to try and pull him out of it too soon.

Instead, you just reach over and rest a hand on his thigh, a silent reminder that you’re here, that he doesn’t have to shoulder it alone. His fingers twitch under your touch, and for a moment, you think he might pull away, still caught up in his own head. But then, after a long exhale, you feel his shoulders drop just slightly, the tension easing by the smallest fraction. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. You know him too well.

The drive home is quiet. No music, no conversation, just the low hum of the tires against the pavement and the weight of the night hanging between you. When you finally pull into the driveway, Leon cuts the engine and just sits there for a second, his hands still gripping the wheel like he’s bracing himself for something. You wait, giving him the space to move at his own pace.

Eventually, he lets out a slow, controlled breath and pushes open the door, stepping out without a word. You follow, unlocking the front door and kicking off your shoes as he tosses his keys onto the counter with a little too much force. He runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly, still caught up in the game. Still reliving every play, every missed opportunity.

You don’t say anything—just watch as he disappears into the bedroom, reemerging a few minutes later in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his game-day suit discarded somewhere out of sight. He’s still tense, still wound too tight, but there’s something about being home that softens the edges just a little.

He drops onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together as he stares at the floor. You settle next to him, close but not touching, waiting for him to come to you.

Minutes pass before he finally speaks, his voice low, rough. “I hate losing.”

“I know,” you say softly, watching as his fingers tighten against each other.

He sighs, shaking his head again. “I should’ve been better. I should’ve—”

“You did everything you could,” you interrupt gently, knowing that nothing you say will change the way he sees it. But you say it anyway, because he needs to hear it.

He doesn’t respond, just exhales sharply through his nose. After another moment of silence, you reach out, threading your fingers through his hair, massaging lightly at his scalp. He leans into your touch almost immediately, like he’s been waiting for it, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as his arms come around your waist, pulling you close.

For a long moment, neither of you speak. You just hold him, let him breathe, let him exist outside of the pressure and the expectations and the relentless need to be better.

“I just—I hate when I can’t fix it,” he mutters after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.

You press a kiss to the top of his head. “I know,” you say again, because it’s the only thing that feels right.

And you do. You know how much this game means to him, how deeply he feels every win and every loss. But you also know that no matter what happens on the ice, no matter how hard he is on himself, he’ll always have this. After all, it was only just a puck up.

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[leonw4nter]

i don't know if you guys can relate but whenever someone sees Leon for the first time and they go "oh wow he's handsome/good-looking/sexy/cute" (especially if it's someone's mom), i feel proud and get hyped coz like omg that's my husband whom i love very much!!!

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POV you’re watching ‘The Rookie’ with RE4 onwards Leon and when the Cop Cuties scene comes on you just dead stare at him until he makes eye contact and you both blink for a second at each other but then you give him the most shit eating grin so you both laugh

(Leon then catching you mumbling ‘Arrest meee, but make it sexyyy’ as you’re doing idle tasks and he just stands there like the standing man emoji)

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Drunk - Leon Kennedy

Words: 2.3k

Summary: (set not long after the Raccoon City Incident) Leon is busy being sad at the bar, shocked to finally see a familiar face.

CW: alcohol consumption, also written by someone who doesn't know anything about alcohol consumption lol, language, I headcanon Leon did football in high school.

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It was safe to say the life of Leon Kennedy was absolute ass. 

His life pretty much just started too, finally graduating the police academy and given the opportunity to live out his dream as a police officer. Which didn’t work out. Big zombie-virus outbreak and all. 

Being forced to work for the US government was not on his bucket list. He was honestly ready to move to a small town with a population of, like, a thousand people, and be an officer there. No drama. Just sitting in a police cruiser looking for traffic violations. After everything that happened at Racoon City, he was in need of a boring life. 

The US government had different plans. 

And he hated it. 

So, there he was, at his favorite place ever now since moving to Washington D.C…. this bar filled to the brim with sad bikers and businessmen. A strange mix, but the drunken stories he heard were always interesting. At least, in his own drunken mind. 

Tonight, the usual cast was there. Tony, this biker who was always getting into troubles with his ol’ lady (and the mob), Juan, another biker who felt ever so lonely due to never being able to find a woman, and Don, a guy who worked at this tech company who felt bad for constantly cheating on his wife. 

Leon did not like Don. 

But he took his seat with them, the small group taking turns detailing their woes and despair as they drank their beers. Tony’s ol’ lady wanted him to leave his motorcycle club. Juan had a date who stood him up. Don had gone fifteen days not cheating on his wife, but was getting “urges”. 

“Why don’t you just get a divorce already?” Leon had asked gruffly, taking a large swig of his drink, “You obviously don’t like your wife. Let the poor woman go, she deserves better,” 

“No no no,” the older man shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. What was left of it. He was beginning to bald, a large patch of hair already long gone. “I love her, I do. I just have to control these urges.”

Weirdo. 

Leon bit his tongue. He thought cheaters were scum. He thought Don was scum. But he did not want to lose a drinking buddy. No matter how gross Leon thought this guy was. 

Don opened his mouth to say something else, pausing when he very noticeably craned his head past Leon’s shoulder, looking past not just him, but Tony and Juan as well. “Shit. It’s so hard to control myself. That woman is a beauty,”

“Don, are you serious?” Tony rolled his eyes in disgust. Leon was sure none of them really liked this guy. “Is this chronic or something? How the hell-”

As soon as Leon turned his head in curiosity, he wasn’t listening. The bickering of his drinking pals was background noise as his eyes landed on the woman Don was eyeing. The most beautiful woman Leon has ever seen in his twenty-two years of living. 

His fucking high school crush. 

Y/N. The stereotypical popular girl. A cheerleader who dated this football player. Homecoming and prom queen. Popular, but also incredibly smart and kind and just so perfect. Leon was a football player himself back in high school, and was actually friends with her boyfriend. So he never dared make a move on her. He respected his friend too much. 

Last he heard, Y/N and her boyfriend had broken up. Not because of anything malicious, but they were going to different universities and didn’t want to do long distance. Respectable reasoning. Considering how much of a wonderful woman Y/N was, Leon was sure she was seeing someone else right now. 

But then… why would she be by herself at a bar? 

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking straight in front of him. An array of different liquors and bottles of alcohol lined up neatly on shelves. Yes, yes, he will look at that. 

“God,” Don groaned dramatically, head going into his hands, “She’s gorgeous,”

“She's too young for you,” Leon interjected immediately, suddenly feeling quite protective over Y/N, as if he were in high school again. The girl he always stared at from across the classroom, across the lunch table, across the street. They were fucking neighbors.

Always being around her, but not being able to have her was complete torture. 

“Girls love older men,” 

He rolled his eyes, “Not her,”

“How would you know?” Now the older man was getting annoyed, gesturing for the bartender to get him another bottle of beer. 

“Um, just a feeling,” Leon took this as a chance to get his third bottle, politely thanking the bartender. “She just doesn’t look like the type-”

“-Leon?”

Ohhhh shit. He didn’t need to turn around to figure out who the owner of that melodic voice was. Who was the owner of that sweet sound he used to hear every day for four years straight. He knew right away. 

“Oh!” he tried to play it cool as he turned around to face her, “Y/N! You live in D.C. now?” 

Juan was the first of his little friend group to speak, “You know her?” Why did he sound so shocked Leon knew a gorgeous woman? To be fair, Leon did constantly complain about loneliness. The whole point of this little group was to complain about their sad, lonely lives. 

“Yeah!” Leon tried to hide his excitement, hide the joy he felt seeing her. Playing cool completely flew out the window as soon as she smiled at him. It was that easy. “We knew each other in high school!” 

“It’s so nice to see you, especially right now,” Y/N groaned, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

Damn, he didn’t realize how much he needed that. A hug. A familiar face. 

Comfort. 

“What happened?” his arms went around her waist tightly, bringing her against him. Practically on his lap, but he was feeling rather typsy and didn’t think much of it. 

“Ooh, you worked out a lot,” she ignored the question, poking at his bicep, “You’re so much bigger than I remember!”  Her words made his cheeks flush red, and she continued: “Oh, and I’m here because I’ve been broken hearted and in need of getting drunk. You?”

“Well, I’m here because I’m incredibly lonely and in need of getting drunk,” With a grin, he stood up, hands still placed boldly on her hips, “How about we get ourselves a table?” He faced his drinking buddies, who were all looking at him in confusion (Tony), sadness (Juan), and jealousy (Don), “I’ll see you guys around,” 

Slipping his hands from her hips, one took hold of her own, leading her to an empty table. “Thanks,” she said with a small giggle, taking a seat. 

“What would the lady like to drink?” 

“Shots,” she replied right away.

And so he got them some shots, sitting across from her. “Together?” 

Her eyes brightened, “Okay!” She took a glass in her hand, waiting for him to do the same. When he did, she began to count down, “Okay, on three. One… two… three!” 

Together, they both downed their drinks. 

“God, I really need to get shit-faced,” she grumbled, placing down the glass, “Can I vent?”

“Vent away, babe,” He would never call her that in any other instance, but with the alcohol in his system, he wasn’t exactly thinking straight. 

“Okay,” she said okay a lot, “I was dating this guy, right? In law school, promising guy. Supported my career goals, he had his own. Wanted to be a senator one day. Good shit, right? Good shit till I came to his place to find him fucking around with some chick. And get this, we looked alike too! Well, I didn’t really get much of a look at her when I was throwing punches,” 

His jaw dropped, “What? How could someone cheat on you? You’re like… perfection!” he was acting much more dramatic than usual, splaying his arms around expressively, “But… did the other girl know she was the other woman?”

“I’m pretty sure, considering she was laughing at me when I walked in. Made me more pissed. Made me want to beat her ass even more,” she grabbed another shot glass, “Again?”

“Again!” Leon confirmed, grabbing his. 

After they drank their other shot, she continued, “Can’t believe I wasted my time on this guy. No offense, but why is your kind,” she wiggled her fingers at him, “so nasty,” 

He shrugged, “I haven’t been in a relationship in over a year. I haven’t been nasty,”

“Were you nasty before that?” she teased. 

“Wha- no! I’m not like that,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I pride myself in being a respectable and loyal man-”

“-I’m just playin’ with ya,” Y/N laughed, “I remember how you treated that one girl you dated junior year. Like she was a queen! It was so sweet,” 

Now he was blushing again, scratching the back of his neck and refusing to meet her gaze. “Ah, jeez, thank you. I just did what I was supposed to as a boyfriend. Anything less would have been completely stupid. Why date someone if I’m not gonna give them my all?” 

“See, that’s how everyone should look at dating,” Y/N nodded in approval, “How everyone… yeah. Yeah, right. Hm,” She grabbed her last glass, not even waiting for him before bringing it to her lips. 

“Only three shots and you’re already acting funny,” he teased, leaning forward and fucking booping her nose. “Silly. Silly billy,” 

“I’m only tipsy,” she swatted his hand away, but he just chuckled and booped her again. “You’re drunk,” 

“I think so,”

“I know so,” 

“Yeah yeah yeah, smartypants,” he reached for his third glass, but she stopped him. “Heyyyy,”

“No more for you, buddy,” She smirked, taking the drink herself. 

“Heyyyy,” he repeated, “That was mine!”

“Too late. In my stomach now,” 

“Ughhh,” he laid his head onto the table, forehead pressed against the cold surface, “My driiiiiink,” he began mumbling to himself before raising his head again, “My drink,”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Y/N waved the thought off in disinterest, “So, I said why I was here. What brings you to a bar, Kennedy?” 

He looked away, trying to remember why he was even there in the first place, “Oh! Oh, yes. Sad. I was very sad,” he replied, “It’s really lonely here. I have no actual friends. No girlfriend. Haven’t had a family in years,” 

“No girlfriend? How? Look at you now! Even better than in high school!” 

Shrugging, he began tapping his fingers on the table nervously. He was used to talking to Tony, Juan, and Don about his troubles, not his high school crush! “I’ve been busy with work.”

“Are you living that police officer dream of yours?” 

“No,” Leon remembered the beer he never even finished, snatching it up before Y/N could realize what he was doing, and taking a long swig, “Was an officer for a day,” 

“A day!” she exclaimed, “What happened?”

“I was an officer in Raccoon City,” 

That was all he needed to say for it to dawn on her what had happened to him. “...Raccoon City?” she said slowly, “Oh my God! You survived that big explosion?! I thought there were no survivors!”

“Of course-” he paused. Yes, he was drunk, but he knew the rules. The things he had to lie about to keep Sherry safe. The fact he admitted he was at Raccoon City during the Incident was already a mistake on its own. “Um, the only survivor. Yeah.”

“I didn’t see it on the news or anything-”

“-Because everyone needs to think there were no survivors,”

“Oh…” she took the hint, clearing her throat awkwardly. “No survivors. I don’t want to mysteriously vanish because I knew something I shouldn’t, so, back to your loneliness. No hot women at, uh, wherever you work at now?”

“No,”

“That’s a shame,” 

He hummed softly, propping his elbow up and resting his chin on his hand, staring at her. Analysing her. Drinking in every inch of the woman he used to be oh-so in love with. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I always thought so,” 

“Oh, Leon!” she laughed, cheeks rosy as she playfully hit his arm, “You’re so drunk,”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful. I don’t need alcohol in my system to think so,” he insisted, before downing the last of his beer. He then let out a childish giggle, getting up from his seat.

“Where are you-?” she didn’t even have time to question him, the dirty blonde plopping down next to her and laying his head in her lap. “What are you doing?”

“Hmmmmm,” he nuzzled his nose against her stomach, eyes fluttering shut. He had long lashes. What was with men and having the prettiest lashes imaginable? “Cuddling,”

“In a bar?”

“Mhmmmmm,” he nodded softly, “You’re my girlfriend now,” 

“Well, Leon, I don’t think it works that way,” she laughed, trying to resist the urge to just run her fingers through his hair and- she failed. Reaching out, her fingers tangled in the thick strands, combing out the blonde locks gently. “You didn’t even ask me out on a date!”

He pouted, eyes snapping open. Two globes of cerulean making contact with her. “Go out on a date with me then,” 

A sad smile formed on her lips, pushing some hair from his annoyingly handsome face, “You’re drunk, Leon,” 

“And? I still wanna go out with you,” he began poking at her cheek, “Say yes,”

“Or what?” Y/N teased gently, poking his cheek back. 

“I don’t know. I’ll die,” 

“Hm,” gripping his wrist to stop the annoying pokes to her cheek, she rested his palm against her cheek, “You’re probably not even going to remember this in the morning, but, yes, I’ll go out with you,” 

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Where's everyone going? :( Bingo? :(

[northernolddragon]

[princerevenant]

you haven't changed, you just think you have

[larvamars]

music on, world off

[wr0wn]

Devotion

[voicelikeabell]

save her leon!!