#Leon kennedy x gn reader

[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!)

[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.

[trashland-llamas]

Tiddies

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

Gn reader

divider by cafekitsune

'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.'

[lei-tired]

The calm after the storm-GN!Reader x Leon kennedy Re4 remake

Aww my poor baby needs some love and comfort :(

Warnings

Mentions of pills, axes, blood, wounds, etc. Please be cautious when reading dear! 💞 Takes place after Re4

He was standing in his empty apartment. Cuts, bruises, and injuries litter his body. The soft rising and falling of his chest as he takes a deep breath, trying to cool himself down from the heat of the burning pain. The burning, searing, flaming pain of each injury. 

His blue eyes flicker down to his hands. The same hands that held the guns, the same hands that were covered in blood. He lets out a groan and puts his hands back at his sides. Memories of everything that happened flashed through his mind.

Every person, every yell, every scream. All of the blood and the horrible smell of death that surrounded that horrific town.

He could still practically smell it on him. The nasty..horrific scent of blood and sorrow. How his eyes watered with tears from the memories. The horrible trauma was still fresh and new in his mind. He remembered the animalistic groans and yells from the villagers. He jumped in shock when a thunderous cry filled the night sky. 

Lightning followed shortly after, adorning his room. It was still the same way he had left it before he left for that horrific mission. Rain softly patterned against his window as he looked around his now-dark room. His bed in the middle pressed firmly against the wall. Grey sheets sheathed his bed, slight ruffles in them from the nights of his turning and tossing in his bed. The soft black and grey comforter was neatly laid out on his bed, a corner open so he could have easier access to his bed.

His eyes moved to his pillows. A grey color covers them as well. There were two larger ones and a smaller, more narrow one for him to hug. The headboard of his bead was a black smokey color. It was padded as well. The foot of his bed had a black smokey board. His eyes moved to his nightstand. There was a lamp there with a black cover. A few empty pill bottles littered the top. A brand new bottle of pills sat there, unopened and untampered. 

The rain pattering steadily against his window continued to serve as a sort of white noise. A round of thunder came again before the familiar white flash illuminated his room once more. His eyes traveled to the floors of his room. They were a black wooden floor. The black was soft and smokey so you could walk easily and not get tripped out and it served as an aesthetically pleasing sight.

His eyes moved to the small circular gray carpet that lay on his floor. A few stray pieces of clothing he dropped while grabbing his gear for the mission. He quietly walked over to them, the sound of his shoes gently hitting the wooden floors softly echoing through his room and then disappearing. He bent down and gently picked up the clothing. He observed them gently to see what they were. In his hands was a soft dark navy blue T-shirt. He gently tossed it into his clothing hamper. He picked up the other articles of clothing that included a pair of black jeans, a pair of socks, and one pair of boxers.

As he stood back up fully he was met with his black closet. There were silver knobs on them. His eyes traveled over the pictures of people he met in the agency. His eyes traveled over to his mirror. His eyes widened slightly for a moment as he saw his reflection. He walked to the mirror that was on his desk. 

He looked into the reflection, his tired blue eyes met with the sight of his tired, beaten up, and weary form. His arms were scabbed over with blood from several scratches from fences, plants, trees, and walls that he accidentally scratched himself on.

His wrists were bruised. He was slightly confused about why before he remembered the room he was in with Luis.  A soft smile feigned over his lips as he remembered Luis. Although..soon enough his smile turned into a frown as he remembered Luis' death.

A shaky sigh left his lips. It was soft and quiet as it left him. He let his eyes continue to wander over his disheveled figure. His hair was soft but slightly plagued by blood in some spots. The blood was dry and a darker color. His hair had little strays from him moving around and fighting so much.

His eyes traveled to his face. There was a cut on his cheek and a bruise forming on his cheek. There were dark eyebags under his eyes. His pupils were dilated from the darkness of his room. A cut was on his top lip as well. His eyes wandered down to his neck which was slowly also starting to bruise. He could make out a handprint that was starting to form. 

His eyes moved to his shoulders which had slightly healed cuts from axes. He had bruises that littered his forearms. His shirt was slightly ripped and snagged in some places. His eyes wandered down to his legs. His pants covered every injury that he could feel but not see. He knew they were there without even seeing them. 

His eyes looked back at his mirror. More photos of people from the agency were on the sides of the mirror. His eyes glanced over to a few. There were four. Different pictures of Krauser and him. One picture was in the training fields. Krauser had a smirk on his face. Leon was looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. He remembered that day...

He remembered that Krauser wanted to show him a new move. A new defensive move nonetheless. Leon ended up falling on the ground not some mud and Krauser had laughed at him.

The second photo...Krauser was holding the camera. Leon was in the bathroom, scrubbing off some marker doodles the others had drawn on him after he fell asleep. Krauser had a smile on his face and he was holding back a teasing laugh.

The third photo was of Kraused and Leon. Krauser was sharpening his knife and Leon was watching him out of pure boredom.

The fourth photo was of Leon and Krauser standing next to each other. They were in uniform. Krauser had an arm around Leon and rubbed his knuckle on his head. Leon was Laughing and trying to get his hand off of him.

Leon felt a weird feeling of conflict in his stomach. He remembered how he killed Krauser...how Krauser killed Luis. He remembered everything. He turned his head away. He looked back at his room.

His eyes looked around before he saw his bathroom door. He thought for a moment. A shower seemed...nice. He walked over and opened the door quietly. His bruised hand gently touched the light switch. The bathroom's lights turned on. His eyes squinted from the bright light and he blinked a few times before he got used to it.

He took his shoes off carefully and gently placed them down. His feet hurt because of jumping from high heights, walking, running, jumping, and having to hold his and Ashley's body weight sometimes. He let his hands gently grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. A shooting wave of pain shot through hir lower back and shoulders.

He let out a groan and stopped for a second. He took a deep breath before he managed to get his shirt off. He gently placed it on his marbled sink counter. He slid off his pants and his buckle. A feeling of relief washed through him as the pressure from his waistband and buckle finally released.

He looked at his body in the mirror. Even more cuts, stabs, and wounds were visible. He grimaced and turned his face away. He laid a soft white towel out on the rack. He had one of those glass showers with the doors.

His hand reached for the door handle and he turned the shower on. He put it to the hottest temperature and closed the door, waiting for it to heat up. While he was waiting he took off his socks. And right before he got in he slid his boxers off. They fell to the floor with a soft noise and he stepped out of them.

He opened the glass door and stepped in. He let out a sigh and a happy hum from the relief of the warm water. "mm.." He closed his eyes softly for a moment, allowing his ears to do the only work. He could hear the water bouncing off of his sore body and hitting the glass or the marble floor of his shower. He could hear his soft noises of relief softly echo and reverberate against the glass and walls of his shower.

He stretched and he could hear a few pops and cracks and he felt relief. He let out a soft sigh and grabbed a bottle of his shampoo. The shampoo was healing and restoring. It had a soft, sweet scent of honey and fresh air. It was a soft but noticeable scent.

He squeezed the bottle gently and closed it afterward. He put the bottle back on its rack before he gently scrubbed the shampoo into the roots of his hair. The soft smell of fresh air and honey mixed with the smell of the hot water almost immediately. The suds and bubbles formed in his hair as his hands gently massaged his scalp.

He let it sit for a moment or two before he washed it out gently. He tilted his head back to avoid getting any soapy water in his eyes. Though...after what he has seen, that may not have been the worst idea.

He grabbed his conditioner and put it in his hair as well, but he let it sit in his hair. While he let it sit he grabbed a loofa and he got some of his soft-smelling Dove body wash. The scent was sweet and soft but not perfumy.

He put some water on the loofa and let the soap foam up before he gently washed his body. He got his arms, legs, feet, and his inner thighs. He got his back and his shoulders as well. He gently washed all of that off and then washed a few other places. After he finished all of that he gently scrubbed his face to get all of the dirt and grime off of him. He finally felt clean after the sweat that had dried on his skin washed off. He cleaned the loofa and then washed the conditioner out of his hair.

He continued to let the water console his aching and pain-filled body as a bit of relief washed over him. He carefully got out of the shower after turning it off. The glass was clouded and so was the mirror. He grabbed the towel and dried his hair and then his body. He wrapped the towel around his waist and he grabbed his hair dryer and brush. 

He spent 5 minutes drying his hair and brushing it. His hair was free from dirt, grime, sweat, and blood. He ran his fingers through his soft and dry hair. He picked up his clothes and put them in his dirty clothes on his way out of the bathroom, deciding to just leave his shoes in there.

He walked to the black closet and his hands gently opened the doors. He grabbed a soft black hoodie and he grabbed new socks, boxers, and some shorts. He put on the hoodie and slid the boxers up his injured legs and up to his waist. He pulled on his shorts before he walked to his bed and slid on his socks.

He was sitting on his bed, now letting everything that happened seem like a memory, a distant but also new memory. He started to get lost in the memory of everything that happened. He felt his chest tighten up and his breath left him as quickly as it came. Tears blurred his vision and he choked a few times on his tears and coughs as he tried to breathe. 

Suddenly his phone vibrates. He jumped, feeling nervous and paranoid. He wiped his eyes slightly and reached a very shaky hand to his phone. He looked at the screen and a bit of relief washed through his system. You had texted him.

He put his passcode in and looked at the text message. It was simple but cute to him, but also very needed.

You: Hi Leon, I heard you got back from your mission! Saving the president's daughter huh? Now that is pretty cool. I know you may be busy signing autographs or some idol stuff like that but maybe I could come over and you could tell me about it?

His eyes glistened over. He needed someone right now...

His fingers gently typed on his phone's keyboard and he replied

Leon: Yeah, no you can come over! 

He saw your little emoticon he had set as your contact profile photo type.

You: Ok! I'll be right over.

He smiled and turned off his phone. He put it on his nightstand and he laid back on his bed. He could feel the migraine setting in and he let out a groan. He grabbed his comforter and pulled it over him and he rested his head on his pillow. He fell asleep.

Soon enough he heard the front door to his apartment open and he smiled sleepily. He heard a coat being unzipped and placed up and then he heard the sound of shoes hitting the floor. Soft sounds of little steps were heard coming to his bedroom door.

Then you opened the door. You weren't wearing your shoes and you were in your socks. He watched as you walked over to him and looked at the injuries on his face.

He saw the worry in your eyes and he frowned slightly. He didn't want you upset or sad.

He sat up on his bed and opened the blanket. He saw your eyes travel down his body and towards his injuries. He saw your face contort into more worry. He saw you walk into his bathroom and grab the first aid supplies. 

You walked over to the bed and sat down on it. You started to put disinfectant on all of his cuts. He let out gasps and groans from the pain as he squeezed his eyes shut. you grabbed bandaids and put them on the smaller injuries before grabbing bandages and wrapping them around his bigger injuries. 

Toward the end of it, you were holding his injured hands in your own and bandaging them softly and carefully. His tired and sad blue eyes watched your hands move carefully to not hurt him. You gently finished bandaging his hand and you threw the paper stuff away before putting the first aid away.

This had become a routine. After every mission, you would come over and heal him slowly. Sometimes on simple missions, he would purposefully get hurt just so you would come over and bandage him and stay with him. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed you being there with him.

You came back into the room and Leon looked at you with a soft, sleepy smile. "Thanks..you help me you know..? Every time you help me I always feel a bit safer and...I can't thank you enough"

His voice was soft and raspy as he spoke softly. He looked up at you and he moved over in his bed. He patted the spot next to him with an uncharacteristically sheepish smile.

You laughed slightly and a warm smile spread on your face as you sat next to him on the bed. He put the blanket over you. Usually, he was the big spoon but after missions, you always held him.

He needed reassurance and love. He needed the feeling of being wanted and cared for. He hated having to always be strong and he hated always making decisions. Lord knows he made enough already during his mission. He just needed someone to hold him...and listen to him..and let him cry.

You opened your arms and he put his head onto your chest. He could feel your hands gently scratching his scalp softly. He could feel your other hand gently massaging the sore muscles on his back and his stiff neck. He let out a small sigh.

He was too tired to cry now. He just wanted to rest and relax..and that is exactly what you let him do.

You were usually his rock after the missions. You were the reason he fought to come home alive. You were his reason for everything. 

And these moments solidified those thoughts, and that made them stronger every time.

His love for you was true...and he loved you a lot. That is one thing he knew he could count on. The simplicity of your love...your care...your everything.

His eyes softly closed as he could hear you softly humming. He always enjoyed your humming when he was tired and fragile. He could practically feel your concern. You were holding him like he was as fragile as a flower...as if one movement could break him. 

He could feel your warmth and love with every tender movement your hand made as they massaged his back. He could feel the kindness and care in every gentle, loving scratch that blessed his clean and soft scalp.

He could hear the sounds of the rain still pattering against his window like earlier and he had a soft hazy smile form on his tired, injured face as he slowly but peacefully fell into a trance.

His arms were gently placed around your waist. His breaths were soft against you. His chest was pressed against your side.

He could feel you press a soft kiss on his head. He could feel your head laying on his. The weight really grounded him and made sure he knew you were there and that he wasn't in Spain...and that he wasn't alone.

He felt the fatigue from the mission slowly catch up to him again. He could feel his legs relaxing first. Slowly but surely his body relaxed into his bed. The soft pattering of rain against the window, the wind gently blowing, the soft rumbling of thunder...and then the soft sounds of your sleepy hums or the sounds of your soft breathing...

Comfort filled him as he finally felt peace..as he finally felt comfort..and he let sleep carefully overtake him as his body, and mind went to rest...forgetting about his trauma, his stress, and his pain.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. You get some rest now lovely, you need and deserve it🥰

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[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

[ninexero]

He's so silly

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 searing hot stare : Date me.

[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.'

[luverine]

Shower Thoughts ₊˚.༄

MDNI // NSFW

He can’t get you out of his head. The hot shower streams down his tense face.

He thought that it would distract him from the wet dream he had about you riding him holding onto his cock so tight. With the stupid cute smirk you always give him.

Groaning as his dick hardens once again aching for your sensitive wet hole.

He wraps his hand around his thickness moaning out your name like a prayer asking you to fit him inside you.

Thoughts continue to stream out of his mind the water making his slippery shiny skin desperate for your touch, your warmth.

Thinking about you putting your tongue on him, opening your mouth and welcoming his needy cock into your pretty mouth.

He goans out as cum spurs against the shower wall painting the blue tile white.

He sighs knowing he has to wash all over again and your still not here begging for his cock.

♡ DABI, Shigaraki, BAKUGOU, Kirishima, GETO, Gojo, EREN, Levi, Armin, JEAN, Leon, König ♡

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[bruhhxiao]

Leon S. Kennedy re2 would spend hours watching you playing with the rescued kids to cheer them up. How patient you were.

Helping them with the food, avoiding fights for toys, when they cried for their lost ones…

Sure you two were more than co-workers, more than close friends. You made him find love, but what brought something back to life in him was when he saw you cuddling that baby to make him eat while distracting him.

“Babababa”

Was that toothless smile that gave him the courage to sit next to you and forget all the pain he went through.

There is now Leon S. Kennedy re4 coming home for you two.

He never expected to come home and announce him the news of you being pregnant.

He spent mostly of his free days watching video or reading book about pregnancy and how to take care of a child… since he had a pretty hard childhood.

He has double monitor. One on your side on the other on his. “what is going to happen if you’re in a deep sleep and I’m too far for the one on your side..” he tried to justify himself like the fact that he has cameras connected to the baby “zone” when he’s on mission, everywhere

But there was absolutely one thing, one damn thing that made his heart melt..

The baby, a perfect mix of you two, could never do something if she/he hasn’t both of his parents close. But you got lucky because when Leon is on mission the child is cooperative.

Just imagine falling asleep on you lap as she/he holds Leon’s hands while you watch tv.

just imagine bathing you three together surrounded by toys.

Just imagine playing together on the rug in front of the tv and if you fall asleep well… you’ll wake up to someone biting you.

And only god knows how he feels when he comes back from the store or from outside in general and hears you teaching the baby how to say ‘papa’ while he’s hiding behind the wall holding his chest.

But there are times when mothers give to educate their children. Like that time when Leon bought a toy that wasn’t the baby liking so she/he smashed it to the floor screaming, here you come while Leon was clam because he knew how children can be sometimes.

“You shouldn’t throw what is gifted to you. After what happened there are kids with no papa that can’t afford a toy.” You say calmly taking the toy away to another room.

The child otherwise was pretty smart for his age to understand that you were disappointed by his behavior, but he was still a child so of course he would have ended up crying holding onto Leon pointing towards the room you walked into calling his mama.

Once Leon stepped behind, you felt two tinny hands grabbing to your neck. You take him but of course he has to hold his papa close as well making Leon chuckle for her/his cute habit.

But what was the cutest was when the little one couldn’t bare his/her nursery and so they would whine till you take him/her to the big bed surrounded by his/her mama and papa arms. <3

[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.

[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.

[agender-wolfie]

Y’all need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying “This fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors used” then using “pretty girl” or “that’s my girl” immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you can’t respect us.