#and YES LEON!!! THAT IS THE BEST VACATION!!!!

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[1eoness]

professor!re4r leon fucking u.. i think (or at least wanting to fuck u)

cw content : leon size kink kennedy (jk) | sub-afab-fem-reader and dom!leon kennedy | age gap(ur 22 he's 27), leon masturbating, penetration, slightly weird ooc leon ♡

[to clarify, i am 18. anyone <18 and anyone >18 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

authors note bc i love rambling; btw i'm writing this in public at some boba cafe can u believe that lol im literally supposed to be studying but hwatever fuck it leon make me go blaahhhhhh. btw what do i call this? a fic?blurb?drabble? idklmfao by the way i have NO idea on how to write professor x reader shit so im sorrhy if this sucks ass.

synopsis : conflicted and flustered professor!leon kennedy of your local college struggles to improve his class' average because students like you—incompetent, airheaded, spoiled and klutzy— make it difficult for him :(

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you heard the rustling of laptop bags and stationery as leon's students left for that morning lecture. though, they moved slow and drowsy; for leon is sure nowadays this generation can't afford to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to prepare for a 7 a.m. lecture on "deviance and crime control."

especially you.

kennedy is a sharp man. he harps on students even if they get a B on any assignment, but he swears it's on his tough love (to which a lot of students aren't really aware of, just that they know this stoic pretty-face of a man has high standards.)

he is also keen on attendance. something girls like you seem to take lightly. it was absurd, really. most professors don't give a shit, do they?

it would've been fine with leon if you missed lectures even twice a week as long as you emphasized your understanding of his lessons through putting stellar effort on your schoolwork. but the best you've gotten on his class was a B- drawing close to a C+.

so, he needs to have a chat with you. urgently.

"l/n, i need to speak with you." leon spoke, confrontative as his black jeans peered from your right peripheral vision. he stood tall beside the edge of the table where you sat. jesus, was he trying to give you a heart attack? (he always had this habit, he'd just pop out of nowhere. he has silent feet.)

yes, you may have missed his lectures from monday to thursday to go to macedonia with your family: but if leon were given the opportunity for a vacation he would snag it too, right?

you looked up at the young professor, wide-eyed and a bit intimidated. what the hell did you do this time? you closed your laptop, gave leon your full attention. leon has also noticed this about you; you're quick to pay attention but you have the memory span of a dumb rabbit. maybe even the IQ of one too, if leon was rude enough.

so you sat there, hands on your lap as you fiddled with the pleats of your blue plaid skirt. the color makes his heart beat a little—he loves the color blue. and the way it looked on you... wait, no. what the hell was he thinking?

"you couldn't even spare the few minutes to e-mail me that you'd be missing four- four, of my classes in one week." he emphasized with a slate tone, and the way his eyes peered down at you added that he needed your reasoning of the situation. he'd love to hear what you had to say for yourself. "i had to talk to your friend, ashley, for some clarification. even the president's daughter has the dignity to show up to my class with a verbal apology." leon scolded as his fingertips met the pages of your notebook. did you even care about his classes? :(

much to your chagrin, your lips were pressed in sheepish silence. hopeless, even. you didn't even have anything to say for yourself? how pitiable.

you simply can't miss class, that wasn't right! just because you thought you could hide in the shadows amidst leon's collective of 73 students (yes he counts), you aren't out of his eyes. in fact, you stood out to him even if you were just an incompetent scholar.

he sighed at your silence. "fair enough, an apology can't compensate for your lack of presence or decorum." he then placed your paper on the desk, you had gotten a D. you were never a bad student but this was your first D ever! your eyes widened and he caught on even though he could only see the crown of your hair. "surprised? because i'm not." leon uttered flatly while his pale fingers flipped through the papers right in front of you. you even spotted a few contractions— when did you even pass this?!

but you weren't a bad girl to him, no. you were capable of shame and guilt. you looked sideways, unable to meet his eyes and training your vision to the floor. you felt low, disappointing a professor that gave you numerous chances to break out of your awkward shell.

"you're a smart girl, you know that?" he finally sighed softly. he wanted you to look at him, make him another promise that you'll start putting effort in his class. he needed to maintain his class's average or else he'd prove he was an inept professor, and he can't do that when he lets 'students like you' get away with shabby attendance and subpar schoolwork. "i don't just give students chances. but that doesn't make you special." and it was true—he's voluntarily failed 6 of his students before. "you'll do something about this, right?"

"yes, professor kennedy.." you muttered modestly.

"hmm?" he hummed inquisitively as he took your paper back. he was willing to give you a chance. "listen to me. i'll give you the chance to redo your paper. i know when students rush their work and if i see even a hint of redundancy in it—i will take all my chances back. and you are never taking absences from my class. i don't want you entering even a minute late, or leaving a second early. i hope we're clear, l/n."

naturally, you were scared. so you nodded up at him after countless confirmations that you will do you work and that you'll show up to class no matter what. he has to use your word against you, he's sorry but it's for your own good.

once he was satisfied, he gave you a nod and turned his side, dismissing you. after all, leon was a busy man. you're not his only student.

it was when you walked out the building and then 20 minutes away from it that you felt like crying. you hated being scolded by him :( but just when you were about to go through your bag for your handkerchief, you were stuck with an inconvenient realization. you forgot your handkerchief.

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leon just stared at the table where you sat from just now, backpack strap over his shoulders since he was just about to leave. he gripped onto either of them slowly as he stared down at your handkerchief in contemplation.

a twofold baby-blue hankie embedded with a subtle floral print. tentatively, he picks it up with his hand and examines it. for a minute his mind went blank, conflicting between chasing you and just returning it to you or to leave it by the lecture podium for her to retrieve tomorrow (when you hopefully attend his lesson again.)

..but blue was his favorite color.

"damn it." leon, with a barely audible mutter, shoved the handkerchief in his jacket pocket. he felt like the most guilty man in the world, poor boy.

...

leon sighed.

he wasn't celibate.

his hormones were in shambles once he got to his place. perhaps part of it was because he knew he hasn't graded the recent tests yet.

manspreading, tie loose, shirt stuffy and jeans undone while his hair wisped in slightly disheveled directions. cold breaths followed out his pretty mouth.

"nnn..fuck.. uhh-" leon whimpered into the baby blue cloth, laced with your perfume. he felt so guilty, so perverted. he shuddered every time he could see over the edges of the cloth, seeing his cream-leaking tip from previous orgasms spurt teasingly. "ahh- fuuuck, p-please-"

his grunts were high. he was close to crying, staining your pretty handkerchief with guilty-pleasure-ridden tears. spilled milk, it trailed down his pretty shaft as he pumped it over and over. his motive was you— you were just so fucking stupid and had so much naivete, it absolutely vexed him knowing how endearing you were.

until a slip of leon's mouth surprised him, earning a small squeak from him as he accidentally muffled your name in your cloth. "fuck, y/n- a-ahh.. u-uhh..hmfff.." he was frustrated; whining and cumming while his mind stirred with the thought of you and your pretty eyes and the photographic memory of your dumbstricken face.

he gave out a tired whine into the cloth, so, so close to crying his frustrations out. he just wanted to eat you. christ, and he was so hard for you it made his head ache..

he could only watch his girth that pulsed with white. he pried the sweet handkerchief off his lips, breathing roughly and wiping his tears. he felt so, so sorry for you. the color of the cloth looked exactly like the skirt you wore yesterday. and yet to top it off, he (ashamedly) wiped his cum off with your dainty cloth. oh, he's so sorry..

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he didn't want to come to this point. or maybe he did and god was force-feeding him with culpability (he's atheist). he offered once to tutor you personally. one-on-one, no distractions. and so suddenly, someone's skirt was on his clean carpet floor..

your blouse draped over your shoulder and was pulled above your bra carelessly. he handled you with so much ease, squishing you into position while he tried to slowly push his thick length into your syrupy hole. you bit the knuckle of your thumb, and whimpered timidly that he was too big. but look where you were now.

"fuck- you're so- you feel so good.. shut up and take it all, yeah?.. hmmff-" there leon goes, harping you again. you were so loud but it wasn't even your fault, not when he was pistoning his cock into you and paying no hesitation to his pace. you were simply too sweet for him not to please. "sweetheart, hold onto me.." he mutters.

he was pushing every squeak and cute little wail out of his pathetic student, rutting his tip into that spot. "n-nnghh- aah!~" you were running low on words.

"yeah?- mhmm...ffuck, right here? huh?" the feeling of him thrusting against that spongy part more and more sent your mind further into autopilot. you were past squirming around and pushing him away, you just had to take it.. and take it.. and you were doing so good ♡.

"l-leoonn.. m-mm!- fffeels t-too good-" you babbled, mind stuffy with the pleasurably-shameful feeling of being gorged with your professor's thick girth. he shuddered at the way you uttered his name so adoringly. to leon you were so dirty but so, so cute. he had you puddled into tears beneath him while he fucked into your cute little hole with fervor. he just wanted to stuff you full, make you his, adore you forever.

he whined softly into your shoulder. you kept clenching down on him and it made him impossible to think. his phone was ringing on his bedside but he doesn't even give a shit—if anything he tried to drown it out by thrusting into you faster, to which made him lament into your skin. he even adjusted your hips up impossibly further.

"l-leeonn, n-no..— n-no more, please!!-" you blabbered adorably, voice mumbly and whiny as you clawed at his shoulders or back— you didn't know anymore.

"shhh shh.." he cooed over your cries with a quiet and honeyed voice, planting a soft kiss to where he could reach on your face or head. "i know, i know, it feels so good, hm?.. just let it feel good, baby—ahh, fuck-.. uhh..." he moaned lowly into your shoulder, unable to stop the way he rutted his cock into your creamed-up cunt. you seemed to be enjoying it, so why were you complaining? leon thinks to himself smugly but he knows he can't act on his pride. after all you made him like this—submitting to his carnal urges...

you didn't wanna cum a third time, huh? silly little girl.

leon growled quietly into the crook where your neck and shoulder met. you've never heard that sound from him. he held you down, constraining you, and squished you further into his mattress. a helpless and surprised yelp lolled out your tongue as he went impossibly quicker while he cursed like he was about to break down in tears. leon was mercilessly grinding his cock into all your sensitive spots, not letting your pleas of retort contest him. "fuckfuck- u-uhhh, take it, baby, c'mon... do it f'me, it's gonna feel so good-.. ahh!-"

he couldn't even finish his sentence—just piping his cum in you roughly as if he were proving a point, growling whinily along the way. he even kept fucking you shallowly while you were a dumb, sniffling mess with no sense of self-assertion as you creamed all over his shaft uncontrollably a third time. consecutive and quiet whimpers could be heard from you while you soaked in your overstimulation, needing him desperately to reassure you again through the overbearing pleasure of being pushed past what your cunny can handle.

"poor baby." he muttered to himself breathily as he gave the last of his tired, frustrated thrusts and pulled out of you; giving you the time to breathe while he pats your hair down comfortingly. his fluttering eyes finally closed as his head found refuge in your neck, slightly limp with exhaustion as he huffed cold breaths on the wet patches of your skin.

he pulled his head away after a minute of regaining what's left of his strength. leon looked down at you with subtle puppylike eyes, like he was sorry for ever being so harsh on you; even before he fucked the shit out of you. you quietly took your handkerchief to wipe some sweat off his neck— and his cheeks went a little rosy, remembering what he did to it that day you "lost" it ♡.

seems detergent can't wash something like lust away!

[killuintense]

uh, olá, vi que os pedidos estão abertos e gostaria de fazer um pedido, pode ser leon re2, pode ser nsfw ou cute (já que ele é cute) onde ele encontra o leitora na delegacia e ele se vê em uma necessidade de protegê-la em tudo

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon kennedy x fem!reader

Warning: first part, second part, final part / cont. smut

summary: Leon thought that his stay for work in Raccoon City would be boring and monotonous. But he didn't know that the Chief of Police had such a... interesting daughter.

content: 3.2k words, fluff, cute Leon, no Racoon City canon events, soft perv leon.

note: when i read your request i was excited because it was an idea that I had in mind for a while, and knowing that someone was interested encouraged me to write it! thank you for entrusting it to me, i'm sorry if it's too long. however, it will have one more part as i have in my plans. enjoy it, sweetheart ♡

Leon was often naive. But he could not help being a little clumsy sometimes; and that day he tried not to make it so obvious, as he walked behind the officer who was talking to him and indicating the different offices corresponding to each cadet.

That day he had arrived late, he didn't hear the alarm and of course; he had stayed late trying to reassure his ex-girlfriend who had insulted him in every possible way for being "a lying bastard" when he told her that he had chosen Racoon City as his work destination. According to the officers in charge of him in his police training, he had been practically the best performer, so they gave him the permission to choose any work assignment he wanted.

Why Racoon City? Well... ignoring the fact that he thought it was funny that it was named after such a "cute" (in his own words) animal, the amount of unsolved case news caught his attention.

There was only one problem: his girlfriend -now ex- to whom he had to give the terrible news and, as if that wasn't enough, run off to town because they were short-staffed, so he couldn't even fire her. It hurt, yes, but they had been three months together in which he had seen little or nothing except for those short vacations they spent together; it was almost a sigh in his opinion.

That's why he didn't count on the warmth in his chest he felt as he entered the main room, where all the cadets stood among the paperwork and calls, watching a young woman laughing along with one of the officers. "And this is where we usually spend most of our time" the officer in charge explained to him, gently reaching out his arms and looking sideways at him, denying with a chuckle "Kid, it's your first day, you're late and now you're distracted" he gently pats the blond and he seems to wake up from his silly slumber. He lost himself in the laughter of that girl a few months away, jokingly fighting with the other boy.

"I wish I could concentrate once in my life when I study here, Jake," you said to the officer next to you, who was jokingly reading the notes in your notebook. Leon laughed softly, he thought it was adorable how you stood on your tiptoes trying to reach your notebook, snorting at the failed attempt.

"And to top it off you get distracted by the boss's daughter" Jones laughs loudly, and Leon looks at him with a sheepish blush, freezing in place.

"Why would the officer's daughter be here? It's dangerous" he frowned and the officer laughed, he seemed to be making fun of him all the time; especially with that stupid nickname he gave him" 'rookie' he had said as soon as he welcomed him to Raccoon station.

"Well, the Chief would rather I spend time studying here than at home alone, I guess" he shrugged and pointed to the desk "You're in your lucky day, this is your workplace, rookie, here's your desk; and it's in front of Miss (y/n)" he meant you, who was now concentrating on her sheets and writing carefully.

Leon would be lying if he said he wasn't thanking God for putting the idea in his head to choose Raccoon City (apparently being guided by his parameters of "adorability" for an animal had served him well). He couldn't remember ever seeing someone so... cute, beautiful, with that unique harmony. It seemed that a force was pushing him to want to get closer to you; to want to protect you. And although that was his job, after all he chose that profession for a reason, he felt from a distance that it was not the same as with the others. That he would never be able to take care of you enough.

"Come, let's go say hello" the officer guided him, pushing him gently by the back to take him to the desk where you were, and after dodging a couple of tables, they arrived "(y/n)! Guess what? A new victim has arrived" he joked noisily, and soon Leon felt his legs trembling, he felt even there your scent and perfume invading him, and your presence hypnotizing him even worse now that he was closer.

You looked up, expecting to find someone Jake's age, who already had two children and was married, but your surprise was gigantic when a blond with eyes too beautiful to describe appeared in front of you. You had never seen him before; because if you had, you would have remembered him. Obviously you would have.

"Hey..." your words caught on your tongue and you laughed nervously, rising almost on impulse to reach out your hand "They were talking about you a lot here..." you tried to joke, afraid of looking like a fool but soon you felt your hearing being clouded by his soft laughter. Probably the most beautiful you had ever heard in your life.

"Leon Kennedy, a pleasure" he introduced himself, shaking your hand gently. Even in his touch you felt as if he didn't want to hurt you, as if he had used the slightest of strength to shake you in greeting "I hope they said nice things" he joked back.

"Hi, likewise the pleasure is mine" you softened your voice as you introduced yourself, and God, you felt the mockery in Officer Jones' gaze, since when were you such a form? If it had been anyone else a simple greeting would have been enough, but you felt you didn't want to take your presence away from him. "Well, you know how they are here, they didn't even deign to tell me your name, I really started to believe your name was 'rookie'" suddenly you noticed that his face turned as red as a tomato and his hands separated with some denial, you could even assure that he had noticed your doubt when doing so. For God's sake.

But before the embarrassment was too obvious Jones laughed outrageously again "Oh, Kennedy you look pathetic" he said and Leon frowned in confusion, making you bite your lip to hold back a giggle "I guess you will see each other often, the young lady studies here because her father is stubborn to accept that she is already a young college girl who can walk on her own" she denied and put her hands on her hips, while tapping the floor with her shoes.

"Oh, Jones, try to understand him. It's only my first year" you jokingly scold, sitting back down "Welcome Leon, I hope you feel comfortable in Raccoon City. It's really nice here."

'Oh, relax, I've seen enough of you to know that Raccoon City has the most beautiful view of all' thought Leon, feeling like a teenager again for having such cheesy thoughts. Cheesy and hormonal.

Soon they said their goodbyes, Jones hurrying the blond to go change into his uniform and start glancing at the paperwork waiting for him on his desk. Leon hadn't seen so much paperwork since the time he had to prepare for his final exam to graduate from high school.

However, he couldn't help visit your desk with his eyes whenever he could. Sometimes concentrating on the sheets, sometimes sighing because you didn't understand something, and sometimes talking to some officer who joked with you or asked you how things were going. Apparently they had known you since you were little, as he learned, since your father was well known in town for being the head of the department; and the affection was noticeable among the cadets, who made a point of wishing you luck in your exams before leaving for some job where they were required for days at a time. Leon felt jealous of them, they had had the joy of seeing you for years, days and days where they could share your presence. He really envied them.

Leon would love to say that the goofy feeling in his eyes when he saw you was only for a couple of days and then he could concentrate properly on his work. But that would be a lie. And every time they seemed to run into each other more and more at the station. Like that time Leon decided to make himself a coffee in the break area, he had been too deep in research at his desk and it wasn't just his butt that was starting to bother him.

"Fuck, they didn't train me to avoid back pain" he complained to himself, putting the water on the electric kettle at his side to heat up. He carefully placed the coffee in the mug he had been given as a gift when he became a policeman.

"Oh, you beat me" he heard a soft little voice and felt all his aches and pains go away. There you were again. "I wanted to put some water to drink some tea" you laughed, denying as you approached with a pink cup in your hands.

"I-I've put enough water in!" he almost sounded a bit rushed to say that, making you laugh on the way "It'll suffice for both of us" he soothed, noticing your look of compression at his words. Seriously Leon was like a silly puppy. You stood next to him and began to prepare the infusion "And.... is everything going well with your studies?" he asked, clearing his throat as he folded his arms and leaned gently against the marble table.

"Mhm... I could say yes" a smile played across your lips, but you soon sighed "But it's complicated, I thought Freud would talk about more things than just why you're a terrible person for being raised defectively by your parents" you joked, glancing sideways with a smile playfully. Leon looked like he couldn't hold back a laugh, throwing his head back.

"I understand you, I thought I'd be solving my first case by now but the truth is getting more tedious than I imagined" he spoke complicitly, looking at you as he smiled, he seemed as comfortable with your presence as you were with his stay. It felt good to have someone close to your age who seemed to understand you.

"In fact, you seem very focused, looking at papers and writing on your notebook or computer" you had practically admitted to watching him from the privacy of your desk but you couldn't help the comment, it was endearing how he frowned in despair when the dots didn't seem to match and he had to go back and reread everything one more time. As adorable as now that his ears were as red as the apple he was devouring in the morning (very cute too) and his hands were nervously playing with the zipper of the jacket with his officer's badge. It should be illegal, however ironic, to look that good in uniform.

"Oh! Look at the water" he laughed nervously once the sound of the heater alerted them that the water was already at its indicated point, turning it off. Nerves were on edge inside the blond as he held you close, having to watch you carefully for fear of something happening to you, missing some event in your life "Let me, I'll put it in, we don't want you to burn yourself..." a soft voice came from him, deep and careful as he poured the water carefully into the cup.

"Thank you, Leon" he almost staggered the water filled device in his hands, hearing his name said in your voice with that soft and cute yet sensual and determined tone that made his hairs twitch as a jolt of electricity melted through his body. You were so close, with your arms touching, making the size difference between the two of you more evident; even though Leon wasn't exaggeratedly tall, his body was thick and strong. You felt yourself going crazy as the seconds passed. "Hey... I made you something..." you seemed more shy now, without any hint of the confidence you had since you entered the room. You played with your fingers and before you wanted to think about it too much, you looked for something in your backpack that you left there along with the other people's things "Look, I don't know if you're a fan of sweets but I wanted to leave you this little detail" you let out a nervous giggle and handed her a little bag decorated with a blue bow that you had prepared the day before. They were heart-shaped chocolate and vanilla cookies. Now you felt it had been too much, but before you could apologize or excuse yourself for that detail, Leon was about to choke on his coffee.

"Are you serious?" his gaze lit up, he set the cup aside trying to compose himself (and not feel so foolish) as he took the cute little bag in his hands.

"Yeah, I didn't know if you liked chocolate or vanilla better so I made you both..." a shy tone came through again, you were trying to ignore how hot your cheeks were not knowing that Leon wanted to hug you and kiss them softly. You were completely unaware of the way the blond's heart was shrinking and he had the need to squeeze you until you were soaked with his love. It was too much to hold in his body.

"You're the best, I don't think I've tasted homemade cookies in years" Leon praised, not wanting to open the bag just to admire the way you had decorated it with that blue bow, ignoring now that you based your choice of color on his beautiful eyes.

"I'll take it into account to bring you more often" now you could speak with more composure, taking your cup and smiling at him before walking to the exit door "See you, Leon" you gently raised your hand to greet him, leaving the room as if you were a ghost.

"Yeah, see ya..." he murmured softly, resting the baggie gently against his chest in an attempt to frame that moment not only in his head, but in his heart as well.

From that moment on the little details became more common between the two of them. The greetings and little jokes in the morning when you passed by before going to college with your father, the little bags of candy or cookies that you would leave on Leon's desk with little notes of encouragement like 'you can do it', 'have a nice day' or 'Officer Kennedy sounds really good'. You were making it really hard for Leon to relieve those feelings for you and you, on your side, were feeling more and more that those looks and smiles you were sharing were too much for your heart. Especially because you noticed how uncomfortable Leon was, always tense when spoken to and afraid to say anything wrong. But with you he always seemed determined, at your side as if something was going to happen to you and he, always attentive, would drop everything and come to your rescue. Like the time when a man came like crazy to complain about an administrative problem and before even wanting to approach to help (as was common in his person), he preferred to stay in front of your desk, looking at the intruder with distrust and some reluctance.

Those little details made you fall for him more and more. It wasn't what he said or didn't say, what he gave you or didn't give you; it was that way of taking care of you and always keeping you in mind. Would he have a coffee? He always took care to leave water ready for you in the electric kettle, and if he had you by his side, he would serve you tea so that 'you wouldn't burn yourself by accident'. Did he have a job outside? Once he arrived at the station after hours out, he would come running to greet you if you were there, asking you if everything was going well, how your day had been. And if he noticed you were stressed, he'd throw out his silly jokes and support you and listen to whatever you needed. Fucking hell. He was too perfect to be real.

"Kennedy? That was your last name, right?" your father perched next to his desk after leaving his office, the blond stood up quickly and nodded stiffly, attentive to his commands.

"Dad! I told you I can go alone, for God's sake!" you groaned in embarrassment, tugging at his coat sleeve. You had been insisting all morning that someone bring you to the college since he would be busy; you hated it when he treated you like you were a silly teenager. And especially when he had to pester Leon to take you; you were sure he had more interesting things to do than escort his boss's 'spoiled' daughter to the university.

"I'm sorry, Leon, I really tried to get him to let me go alone..." the sorrow was in your voice, he had started the patrol car a few seconds ago and was driving very carefully, not before asking you to put on your seatbelt. As always, an angel.

"Hey, this is my job too" he smiled in an attempt to make you take it as something common for him. You knew it wasn't, but the way he treated you with care considering how you felt made your chest warm "Besides, it helps if I go out for some fresh air" he joked.

"Thanks...makes me feel less guilty" you sighed in relief and shook your head, looking sideways at him "Although, I'm sure it's not your job to drive girls to their places of study, is it?" you laughed now looking out the window.

"Well, even if my job from now on was to be your driver, believe me I'd gladly take it" he said it so matter-of-factly that you felt your legs swoon and you were thankful you were sitting down so that one didn't become embarrassing. You found it hard to believe that he wasn't being his usual shy self, but sometimes his words managed to surprise you. You even felt some disappointment when the patrol car stopped, since they had finally arrived at your university; even for the first time in your life you didn't feel that sense of disturbance at arriving in a police car and being seen by everyone. You wanted to stay there until they were forced to get off, you didn't want to get away from him.

"Thank you, Leon... really" you spoke with sincerity in your words, even when you saw him smile naturally and in the same way you leaned over and left a soft kiss on his cheek, opening the door before he could say anything "See you in the afternoon, take care" you went downstairs trying not to stumble and closed the door behind you, walking quickly. You didn't know if you were running away from what you just did, but you definitely didn't regret it.

Especially since you left a flushed and statuesque Leon with his hands still glued to the steering wheel. He hadn't expected that, he didn't even anticipate it but....

But it had been the best feeling of his whole fucking life.

[mossyivy]

I think I genuinely found the perfect song for Leon and his wife as like "their song".

(Yes ik it's the song from Twilight but it's fitting!!!)

Now, when I think about them getting married I don't think they did a big wedding. They got married on a whim because Leon had vacation time coming up. They got married by a justice of the peace at a courthouse in front of everyone they cared about and rented a party room at a nice restaurant they really love just to have a good meal and be with everyone who matters.

They didn't have a cake, no flower toss, no first dance. But you did get to dress up, everyone did. Just shared their happiness with everyone. You had a honeymoon for sure though. 2 blissful weeks in Italy together, the vacation they'd planned on taking together. Just to have a romantic get away.

You promised each other that you'd do something special for your first anniversary but you got pregnant and Violet was barely 3 months old on your wedding anniversary that the thought slipped both your minds.

But one afternoon Leon's heading home from a particularly grueling case. Everything that could have gone wrong almost did. And of course he's sitting in traffic when all he wants is to go home an see his wife and daughter. The only thing sounds are the engine and occasional honks from idiot drivers. So he turns on the radio to fill the silence. He catches the ending of some other song. The radio dj coming on and talking for a bit, he reaches for the dial when piano keys fill the car. He just goes back to waiting, sitting back in his seat as he does so.

And my God does he get emotional... He doesn't know if it's the stress he's under or if it's that he can't stop thinking about how relevant everything feels.

He knows his life is hard, It's been hard since that night in Raccoon City and everything that's happened to him. All the people he's seen suffer and the awful things he's seen. But once he met you he finally had something good. Something that gave him hope.

His life changed so much in the past 5 years of being together. You loved him. You married him. You gave him the family he's always wanted and his life is barely over a quarter of the way through. He gets to come home to you and the beautiful baby girl he loves so much.

How could he not finally be thankful for being alive?

Because he gets to live not to just be a weapon anymore. He's got something to look forward to.

Your anniversary rolls around. It's almost midnight and you're prepping your lunch for the next day at work. As Leon walks into the kitchen. Doing his usual schtick of wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. Giving you the usual kisses with a tight squeeze so you can't escape his love as you squeal for mercy. He eventually stops his torturing affection and looks at the stove clock as you zip you're lunchbox closed.

Soon you're lifted from the floor being carried by the waist out of the kitchen.

"Leon! I'm not done yet!"

"It's our anniversary now so I get to do what I please."

"That's not how this works!"

He sets you on the floor, standing as you playfully glare at him. He hustles over to the stereo, plugging his phone in and turning it up, not loud enough to wake the baby.

"What're you doing?" You question, hearing the piano fill the living room as he hustles around the couch.

"What we should of done last year. Our first dance. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Leon, we've danced since we got married."

"Yes, but we never picked a song! So just, dance with me and listen. Please? Pleeeease?" He bounces on place till you sigh and wrap your arms around him.

You just stare into each other's eyes while you slow dance. Swaying gently to the music as you listen. Both of you getting emotional by the end of the song. Tears streaming down both your faces. Still smiling as you hug him tight.

"Being with you was one of the best choices I've ever made. I love you so much."

[leonslutkennedeeznuts]

You've been bad. Sugar daddy Leon knows the perfect way to punish you. (AO3)

It had been a month or so since you’d started this arrangement with Leon. He was recently divorced and just wanted something fun with no strings attached. You were tired of working a shitty part time job and still not making ends meet.

You both got what you wanted out of it. Mutually beneficial, he’d called it. Money was deposited into your bank account every month, you went out for dinners, drinks, you’d even accompanied him on a business trip a time or two since he rarely took vacations.

What you thought would be an awkward, unfulfilling experience turned out to be the best sex of your life. Leon was very keen on learning your body, making you desperately beg for more, loving how vocal and verbal you were. You never faked it with him, you never had to.

Tonight was a little different. He’d been stuck in business meetings all day. You had been so horny and impatient, using a toy to occupy your aching pussy until he was able to come back to you. You hadn’t meant to cum so hard and fall asleep with the vibrator next to you for Leon to find.

“Please, Daddy,” you begged pathetically. You had been bad- Leon had a rule that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself when he wasn’t around. “Please, let me cum.”

Your pitiful moans and whimpers went unnoticed. Leon would stop sucking your clit or fingering your pussy when he knew you were close. You knew he was throbbing and leaking with precum, edging himself as well. You wanted to suck him dry, squeeze his dick and cum all over it but you had to earn that. Be a good girl.

“Do you think you deserve to cum again,” he taunted you, lips slick with your juices. “Is your toy better than my tongue,” he’d teased, “my cock?”

Before you could answer, his mouth was back on you sucking your clit so hard that your bound wrists were pulling against the restraints painfully. You felt like you were dying and going to Heaven only to be pulled back down to reality when he inevitably stopped, toying with your clit with his fingers as you tried to lean into his touch.

“Leon,” you cried out. 

He gripped your thighs and even nipped your clit with his teeth making you hiss. “Such a naughty girl, playing with my pussy all day,” he admonished, his stubble chafing your thighs almost painfully. “Whatever should I do with you?”

You tried to close your legs to no avail. The worst part was that Leon had you blindfolded as well so you couldn’t even see the determined look on his face as he punished you like this. His unrelenting tongue and fingers making you jerk and arch into his touch.

“Should I let you cum, baby?” 

You knew that he wouldn’t. 

“Have you finally learned your lesson?” 

“Yes, yes, Daddy, I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice almost cracking as you felt three fingers inside you now. “Make me cum, wanna taste you- fuck!”

Finally satisfied, Leon removed your blindfold. He had such a smug look on his face, licking your slick off his mouth and sucking it off his fingers. You needed him inside you, your cunt or your mouth.

Leon straddled your chest, his cock so hard that it looked painful. His hands in your hair, he brought your face to the tip, staring down at you expectantly. You opened your mouth obediently, feeling the weight of him on your tongue. Your pussy ached around nothing as Leon slowly slid inside you until his balls met your chin.

“Good girl, take it all.” 

You were his good girl, you’d prove it to him. Tears ran down your face now as you tried to not gag around his cock. He was long, thick and throbbing, the taste of him making you moan.

Leon slowly pulled out before deciding to fuck your face, rough and hard with no warning. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted almost losing his composure. The only thing better than this was your tight, little pussy but the visual of you so helpless and eager to swallow his cum was close enough.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He pulled out and slapped his dick against your lips, awaiting your answer.

“Yes, Daddy, I love it so much.” You leaned closer to take him back in but he pulled back. “Please, I’ve been so good.” Your tongue traveled down to lick and suck at his balls, eagerly wanting to taste his cum to prove how good you were.

Leon gripped your hair a little harder, contemplating if he wanted to cum down your throat or inside your soaked pussy, to have you gag on his cock or to fill you up to the brim until you screamed.

You looked so pitiful and used up beneath him. The thought of that toy fucking you and feeling your pussy clench around it pissed him off all over again. Your pussy was his to use, with or without toys, his tongue or his cock. 

A lesson you had to learn tonight.

“Do you deserve my cum in your mouth,” he pondered aloud. “Should I just breed you deep and hard?” Before you could answer he was fucking your face again, balls smacking against your chin. 

You took every inch of him over and over, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to suppress your gag reflex. Leon was grunting and moaning, holding your head steady with both hands. He was such a good daddy to you, letting you be his good girl.

"Fuck, you're gonna take it, baby, all of my cum," he demanded as you moaned around him.

With a particularly hard thrust, Leon finally came down your throat, his grunts and moans making you cum around nothing. You didn’t waste a drop, breathing expertly out of your nose as he pumped your mouth full of his cum. You swallowed it all, desperately, thankfully. 

“Shit, baby, did you cum from that?”

You nodded as he watched you try and fail to lick at him, pulling against your leather restraints to no avail, still wanting more.

“Mmm, I guess you’ve been good enough,” he admitted arrogantly.

You felt the restraints loosen until your wrists were free. Finally you could touch him. Grateful, you immediately caressed him all over from his ass, his thighs, balls, cock and abs.  

You were always in awe of how muscular and toned Leon was, especially for his age. Dating and fucking a much older man was never something you were into until you met him, the money was a bonus. His stamina and generosity were unmatched. You were completely his- his good girl.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeated softly. 

Leon smiled down at you before giving you a messy, passionate kiss. 

“I know, baby.”

[monsterfuker3000]

Training Room

Wrote a little sub!Leon for the people (this is so totally for me. I’ve never written something so self-serving in my life.)

Warnings: sub!virgin!Leon, it’s implied reader has some experience, reader is afab, NSFW, oral (m receiving,) p in v, crying, unprotected sex (*sprays you with a spray bottle,*) RE2 Leon cries after sex and I will not be taking questions or criticisms. Not proofread we die like men, I’m positive there are continuity issues in this but I wrote it with my pussy and not my brain so I apologize. This is for you babes sorry for the wait @jacaerysthinker

Word count is a grand 3,479 I got carried away whoops. I wrote a part 2! It’s called A Lesson in Dining Etiquette

Alright, this isn’t how Leon necessarily imagined this sparring session going, but considering how good it felt to have you grind against him, he certainly wasn’t going to complain.

The two of you had gone to police academy together and had quickly become close friends. By sheer dumb luck, you were both assigned to two newly vacated positions in Raccoon City. What are the odds?

Leon was good at what he did, scary good. You, on the other hand, had some trouble. You excelled in every category but sparring, the one curriculum that had allowed you to pass just by the skin of your teeth. Leon worried for your safety because of this, and you knew you needed practice. That’s what landed you in the practice room late one night after everyone had gone home.

You’d been here for hours already, sweating and losing patience. Leon, on the other hand, had barely broken a sweat, his stupid hair still falling perfectly over his stupid face. You were working on an especially critical move, one that would have you sweeping a suspect’s legs out from under them and wrestling them to the ground on their stomach, allowing you to easily cuff them behind their back. This one was really giving you trouble, and you were growing frustrated that Leon seemed to fight you off as easily as he’d swat away a fly.

Nearly every attempt landed you straight on your ass. Leon was kind enough to help you up, but as your best friend, he couldn’t help himself from laughing.

“Maybe we should take a break, you’re not going to get anywhere when you’re this frustrated,” he mused.

“Not yet, I can do it this time,” you spat. He barked out a short laugh.

“Fine. I’ll give you one more try, and after this we’re breaking for dinner. I’m starving,” he replied with a smile. He was enjoying this too much. You, sweaty and panting, alone with him for hours? He’d been half-hard since the two of you stepped into the practice room and hoped to God you didn’t notice.

You didn’t, thank God, you were too busy cursing his name as you tried like hell to take him down, determined you’d do it this time if it was the last damn thing you did. You nodded. You could do it this time.

You moved into your defensive position and signaled to Leon to begin. He moved to attack, and you ran through the steps just as he’d been showing you for the last few hours. Sidestep, grab his arm, kick the back of his legs. Yes! You did it, you finally got him on the ground. Now, to complete the move you just had to turn and plant a leg on either side of his back so you could place your body weight on him, pinning him.

The first half of the move went off without a hitch, you were certain you had him this time. What you didn’t foresee was Leon rolling onto his back just as you came down on him, landing you square on his crotch. You were ecstatic you’d gotten this far, not paying attention to where you’d actually landed, but Leon was a bit distracted by your position.

“Yes!” You cried out, pumping both fists in the air and bouncing slightly. Leon grunted underneath you, but you were still oblivious. “I got you, I got youuu~” you practically sang as you swayed back and forth, still sitting on him. With this shift, however, you felt Leon’s semi under your ass and your eyes widened. “Oh, oh Lee I’m so sorry, I-“ you began as you tried to stand. His hands flew out to grab at your hips, keeping you there.

“No!” He cried out. “No no no, please,” he panted, his eyes screwed shut. “Please don’t move,” he trailed off, his voice small.

Oh my God.

Leon, your best friend, the man you’ve been pining for for months, was whimpering underneath you. You hadn’t told him the huge, embarrassing crush you have on him of course, how could you? You gave an experimental roll of your hips against his and he cried out again, a high whine from the back of his throat. Oh. You could work with this. You rolled your hips again and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“You got a problem there, officer?” you teased. He shivered and his face flushed such a pretty shade of pink, the color dusted across his cheeks and even his nose. You could feel he was now fully hard beneath you. Cute.

“I-I’m sorry I. . . I’ll get up, you don’t have to-“ you cut him off, pressing against his chest as he tried to sit up. You leaned in, your lips just an inch away from his as your breath ghosted over them, giving him a chance to pull back. When he doesn’t, you press your lips to his.

You began gently, placing a chaste, closed-mouthed kiss to his lips, testing the waters. Leon had other ideas. He moved one hand from your hips to the back of your head, pulling you in and kissing you hard. You gasp, and he uses the opportunity to lick into your mouth. You pull back, surprised, and Leon instantly begins fumbling again.

“I’m so sorry, that was too much I. . . I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long and I should have asked you and I don’t know whatcameovermepleaseforgive-“ you place a hand over his mouth and give him a soft smile.

“Lee, honey, it’s okay. You did nothing wrong. Now,” you replied, glancing down at the very obvious outline of his now rock-hard cock, “are you going to let me help you with that, sweetheart?” He nodded, looking at you with what you could only describe as idolatry.

You removed your hand from his mouth and watched it fall slack, his eyes wide. You lifted yourself off him and moved to unbuckle his belt, but stopped. “Lee, is this okay?”

“Yes, God please, it’s more than okay, just please touch me, baby,” he whined. Even cuter. You still hesitated.

“Have you done anything like this before?” Your question seemed to take him by surprise, and the adorable blush on his cheeks only deepened. He seemed to shrink in on himself as he shook his head slowly. You were astounded. A man like Leon had never moved past first base? Astonishing, but something to ponder over another time.

Your silence and surprised expression did nothing to comfort Leon, and he only became more unsure of himself, seemingly trying to make himself as small as possible. He sniffled a bit, and your heart broke as you watched those big blue eyes fill with tears as he stumbled over an apology.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to do anything, I don’t know how to make you feel good. . .” he trailed off. You gave him another gentle smile and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it with your thumb.

“Well, Lee, we’re in a training room, aren't we?” You grinned, watching him relax a bit. “Besides, I want to help you. Will you let me?” you asked, looking into those still-teary eyes. So pretty.

He nodded, still shy, and you smiled. You unbuckled his belt for him and undid his pants, pulling them down to his knees along with his boxers. He cried out and you winced; only then did you consider that the rough drag of his boxers over his cock and the slap against his stomach as it sprung upward might be too much for him. Oh, but what a pretty cock it was.

About six inches long and girthy as all hell, it was beautiful. There was a thatch of curly hair at the base, just a bit darker than the pretty blonde on his head, and the tip was such a deep red that it almost looked angry. You couldn’t help but swipe a finger over the bead of precum gathering at the slit and pop it in your mouth, earning an incoherent cry from Leon, along with damn near the widest eyes you'd ever seen. You moaned and smiled softly around your finger at the heady taste, both satisfied and wanting to put on a bit of a show for the man.

Leon was fairly certain you were trying to kill him.

You took him into your mouth as he still laid sprawled on the ground; he decided this was just fine because he knew the second you opened your mouth for him he would have fallen to his knees, whether that be from weakness or exaltation, he did not know.

You took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could, allowing it to push into your open throat and brushing your nose into the curls at the base. He cried out, sounding almost pained, but were you not torturing him? Both of his hands were curled tightly into fists at his side, banging against the padded ground as he tried desperately to keep from grabbing the back of your head and fucking into your mouth. This just would not do.

You pulled away, and he lifted his head to look at you and whined at the loss of contact, his lower lip even sticking out a bit and his eyes still teary. God, so cute.

“Relax, sweetheart, hm?” You took one of his hands in yours and moved it to the back of your head. He wound his fingers tightly in your hair and gave an experimental pull, letting go as if he was burned when you moaned.

“‘M sorry, did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, I swear-“

“Lee, it felt good. Besides, what did I just tell you?” You raised an eyebrow at him and he breathed deeply.

“I’m relaxing, I promise, I’m relaxing.” He dropped his head back to the floor and looked up at the ceiling.

You sat up to look at him more directly, once again taking in the full view of that pretty pink blush on his face, and he met your eyes.

“Leon, I want you to do what feels good and natural for you, okay? I promise that if I don’t like something you do, I’ll tell you right away, and I promise I’ll do the same for you. You promise you’ll tell me if you don’t like something or you want to stop?” He nodded but you shook your head. “I need to hear it, baby, promise me you’ll be honest with me, no judgment whatsoever.”

He cleared his throat, wondering when it began to feel so dry. “I promise. I promise I’ll tell you if I don’t like something so please touch me, let me touch you, anything,” he answered. You smiled down at him.

“Of course, honey,” a hint of condescension in your voice. “Good boys get whatever they ask for, don’t you know that? Are you a good boy?”

Leon’s breath caught in his throat and his cock jumped. ‘Oh my God,’ he thought, ‘she’s seriously going to fucking kill me.”

You moved to stand, undoing your pants and sliding them off to give him a view of your panties before sliding them off as well. You straddled him again, sitting so that the underside of his cock was pressed against you as he moaned. You rocked your hips forward, coating him in your slick. His hands flew to your hips and grabbed them, hard. You smiled, he was finally letting loose a bit. You continued to rock gently back and forth, giving him some time to adjust to the sensation before lifting your hips and using your hand to line his cock up with your entrance before using your other hand to grab his face, forcing him to look at you.

He stared, wide-eyed, cheeks slightly squished and eyelashes still wet from unshed tears. “You okay with this Lee?” you asked.

Jesus Christ, was he okay with this.

He whined, hips bucking upwards searching for some friction, stopping when you gave him a stern look. Words. Words. You only accepted words. He could come up with some words, right?

He was frustrated, he just wanted you to touch him already, he wanted you so bad he could barely think. A nearly pained cry ripped from his throat before he began babbling.

“Please, please sit down, please fuck me, please touch me I’ve been such a good boy I promise I have! Please just take whatever you want, fuck me however you want, use me-fuck!”

You cut him off by sitting down, sheathing him in you completely, balls pressed to your ass. You didn’t think he could get any prettier than he already was. But with his back arched, his teeth gritted, his brows furrowed, and his big blue eyes screwed shut, this was definitely the prettiest you’d ever seen him. You tried to bounce on him a bit but he gripped your hips, keeping you flush with his pelvis.

“No, please don’t move yet, give me a second,” he whined. He was fairly certain that if you moved he was going to cum within seconds, and he wanted to make you feel good before he did that. He took a deep breath. “Can you. . . Show me what to do? Is there something I can do with my hands that will make you feel good?” He asked, still shy.

You smiled fondly at him, deciding not to tease him this time, as easy as it would have been. You nodded and lifted one of his hands off your hip, guiding his thumb to your clit and showing him how to circle it just the way you liked. You let go of his hand to let him take over, and he kept up the pace perfectly, even adding a bit more pressure here and there, causing you to buck your hips and moan softly. Quick learner, hm?

“You can move now, please,” Leon whined. As much as he wanted to get you off he didn’t think that he could keep lying on the floor, balls deep in the person he’s loved for months without going crazy.

“Okay baby, I’m going to start slow, okay? Tell me if this is alright,” you said. He nodded and you decided to cut him a break just this once. You placed your hands on his chest and lifted yourself up just a few inches and dropped back down, and he keened, a pathetic sound that reminded you of the time he dislocated his shoulder in training. You picked up the pace, bouncing on him gently as he damn near writhed beneath you, his thumb fighting to keep circling your clit all the while. He’d already gotten you close when you were only seated on him, so it didn’t take long for your climax to approach.

“Lee, baby,” you panted, “I think I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop what you’re doing, keep going just like that.” God himself could not have ripped him away from you right now, so he obliged. You began to lose your rhythm, but Leon, bless him, kept circling your clit like his life depended on it. You came, rutting your hips sharply against his and digging your nails into his chest. He watched your face closely, taking in every detail, every twitch in your expression, knowing damn well he’d be imagining this moment every time he jacked off for probably the rest of his life. Leon’s thumb began to feel a little too rough, the overstimulation getting to you, so you lifted his hand away from you and placed it back on your hip.

“Lee honey, you wanna cum in me?”

Oh my God.

“Are. . . Are you sure?” he asked. He may not know much, but he knew cumming inside was no small thing.

“Mhm,” you replied, nodding and leaning down to peck his lips. “Plus,” you continued, “I want your pretty cock in me when you cum. Don’t you want to see your cum leaking out of this pussy? And I keep telling you baby, relax. I want to hear more of those pretty sounds that I know you’re trying to hold back.”

Jesus Christ. You were actually trying to kill him.

When he didn’t answer because he was fairly certain his brain had turned to mush and started leaking out of his ears, you rolled your hips against him again, snapping him out of his haze. “Come on baby, you gonna ask to cum in this pussy?” you asked. He whined. He would fall to his knees and beg for this opportunity if he had to, and here you were, offering it up on your own.

“Please, angel, please let me cum inside, I wa-want to so bad. I was so good for you, wasn’t I? Darling, I’ll do w-whatever you ask of me, I swear, just please, please let me fill you up with my cum.”

Good enough.

You picked your hips back up and slammed them back down with an intensity you’d been holding back until now. You fucked him almost brutally, and good God did he let loose so you could hear him.

He looked beautiful like this, his hair mussed and spread out on the ground like a halo, his mouth hanging open slightly and his big baby blues glazed over and once again filling with tears. You had him so tightly wound that it didn’t take long for him to get close.

“I-I think I’m-I think I’m gonna c-cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, fuck baby I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” He repeated this like a mantra and you took mercy on him, finally slowing down so you could feel every twitch of his cock as he pumped you full of his cum and fat tears spilled freely from his eyes.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” you asked, gripping the front of his shirt and using it to haul him into a sitting position as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. He buried his face into your chest and freely cried as you stroked his hair and rocked him back and forth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated through sobs. There was nothing you could do but continue trying to soothe him and tell him he had nothing to be sorry about.

He finally stopped crying a few minutes later, settling back down into only the occasional sniffle. You peeled him away from you to look at him, holding his face in your hands and wiping away a few stray tears with your thumbs.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong? Did you not like something? Talk to me here baby,” you spoke to him gently as if you were trying to soothe a wild animal. He sniffed, his nose red.

“I. . . I don’t know,” he cried, unable to meet your gaze. “It felt so good, I don’t know what happened, I’m so sorry-“

You cut him off. “Hey. Look at me,” you said, and he finally lifted his eyes to meet yours. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Lee.” You paused, trying to come up with the best way to explain this to him. “When you cum, Lee,” you continued, “your brain releases tons of endorphins, and sometimes that makes people cry. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, okay?”

He sniffled again. “Really?”

“Really,” you replied. You pulled him back in for a hug and he once again buried his face in your chest. He took a deep breath. He had to ask.

“Is this. . . Is this a one-time thing? Do you want to just stay friends?” He asked, hoping to God that’s not what you wanted.

You chuckled lightly. “No Lee, I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I’d love to do this again, maybe go on some dates, if you want to take me.”

He straightened, moving to look at you as his eyes lit up. “Really? You want to go on a date with me?” he asked, almost comically enthusiastic. “I’d love to take you, there’s tons of places I’ve thought of taking you to, there’s this restaurant-“ he cut himself off abruptly, eyes widening as he realized he just let slip he totally had a crush on you and also totally had said crush for a good long while. You laughed.

“I’d love to go to dinner with you, Officer Kennedy,” you replied playfully. He couldn’t help but smile, flashing that crooked grin you loved so much. Then he watched you wince, looking at you curiously with his head tilted to the side like a puppy. You’d felt his cock finally soften, slipping out of you and being followed closely by his cum that was quickly seeping out onto his belly. “Before we do that, though,” you said, “we have got to find some paper towels.”

ZOO WEE MAMA thank y’all for reading! Might write a part 2 where reader gives Leon and intro to *ahem* oral presentation hehe

[where-dreamers-go]

"Summertime" Leon Kennedy x Reader -- Part Two

(A/N: Finally the next part in the lifeguard! Leon au. We continue with the Reader’s vacation with much more Leon~. I might have forgotten to mention that this is a tiny series.

Warnings: Use of (Y/N).

Word Count: 2,345 words)

Previous

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A new day of vacation. New hopes of fun times and relaxation. Maybe some good conversation.

Heading to the game room of the beach club was first on your list for the day. Breakfast was already scratched off the list. So you thought it would be a good start since your friend was still getting ready for the day.

There was no rush. No need to be anywhere or do anything. It was vacation after all.

You heard someone’s quick steps approaching from behind.

Huh. Don’t bump into me. Don’t shoulder pas—

“Hey.”

Looking over, your heart skipped a beat at the bright face greeting you.

Oh.

Leon Kennedy in a cotton blend shirt highlighted by the morning light.

You could thank destiny later.

“Hey. Uh, how are you?”

You hoped beyond hope that you wouldn’t trip.

“Not bad.” Leon walked in-step with you. “Getting an early start on the day cleaning debris. How about you? How’s your knee?”

“It’s fine.” You swallowed. “Thank you. Thought I’d start the day with some gaming. My friend’s on a phone call.”

He hummed, low and beautiful. “Smart. Get in there before the kids hog it up.”

“Yeah. That’s the plan.”

“Be careful. Those kids can get territorial.”

“Could you help with crowd control?” You joked back.

“I’d do my best, but with those kids, we might have to climb out a window.”

That pulled a laugh out of you. His easygoing one liners tended to do just that without much failure.

Your laughter only doubled upon seeing a kid walk into the gaming room.

Leon must have followed your line of sight because he asked, “Do you need backup?”

“I might.”

After opening the door for you, Leon followed your lead into the room and towards the air hockey table.

“You’re up for some friendly competition in the morning?”

“If you’re up for it?” You activated the table.

Leon’s lips pulled up into a playful smile. “You first.”

The game went on for several minutes. The small puck zooming back and forth as you both did your best to win. Any taunting was barely concealed encouragements of where to angle a strike.

Even as Leon won victoriously, the laughter you two shared rung throughout the room.

“Excellent game, Leon.” You reached out your hand.

“Same to you.” He shook your hand firmly for a moment. “Up for another round?”

“Uh.”

You eyed the pinball machine as the kid left it unattended.

“Better claim it before someone else shows up.” Leon advised, ever the observant one.

The quarters were in your grasp before you made it to the machine.

I’ve been wanting to play this again, you thought as you inserted the quarters.

Being in front of the familiar machine had you in a serious stance. You had played pinball before, especially this very machine. Many summers were spent inside the gaming room as others sheltered from a thunderstorm.

Already engrossed into a game with tapping fingers, your mind grew more and more focused on doing one thing: beat your previous high score.

Leon stood close beside you. His body heat a contrast to the air-conditioning against your skin.

“Darn,” he breathed out. “You’re good at this.”

“I do my best.” You answered without looking away from the tiny metal sphere as you sent it flying across the system.

“You’re still on the first one.”

“For now…”

Focus. Come on. There! Okay, you thought as you continued playing. He’s only a step away from standing behind me or leaning closer. Keep going.

So you did. Minutes ticked by and the score on the screen only added up. The man by you cheered you on with encouraging words even when a sphere dropped. It fueled your desire to do better. Better than your past self.

Did you also want to impress Leon? Yes. Absolutely, yes.

“Crap.”

The second pinball escaped you.

“It’s okay. Shake it off.” Leon placed his hand along the edge of the pinball machine as he leaned in. Gaze on the pinball launch area and not the lit up score. “Last one.”

He’s really into this. At least he’s not bored. Thankfully.

Every second with Leon Kennedy proved to be an eventful morning. Not the least bit boring. The both of you were thoroughly enjoying one another’s company. Neither of you noticed nor paid mind to a couple of other kids sliding into the room and playing at the other gaming machines. As far as you two were concerned, you were the only two there; everything else faded.

Until it wasn’t so.

“There you are!”

Startled by your friend’s voice, you fingers fumbled and you missed your shot at saving the last pinball.

Darn it! You thought and looked over your shoulder to your friend walking inside.

“I was kidding about getting ice cream,” you said.

Straightening to his full height, Leon looked between you, your friend, and his watch.

“I should get out there.” He then turned his attention to you and added, “Great score.”

“Thanks.”

“See you later.” Leon gave a smile before walking out into the sunlight.

Like he’s walking back to the heavens or something.

Sighing, you eyed your friend and rose an eyebrow. You said nothing.

“Sorry,” they apologized. “My timing can be awful.”

“It’s fine. No harm done.” You took a peek at the scoreboard. “Although, I could say differently there… Just needed a few more.”

* *

A beautiful day and soft breezes called many to the beach. To you, however, you were heading off of the sand to freshen up indoors.

Bag hanging off of your shoulder, you made sure your shoes were back on properly after a stumble.

Good thing I haven’t lost them. This sand is hot.

“Hi again.”

You looked up.

“Leon. Hi.” You stopped as Leon walked further onto the sand in his lifeguard attire.

“Hey, if you’re not busy later after my shift, would you like to go get some ice cream with me?”

You blinked, your brain doing its best to register everything as real, save every detail to memory, and form a response. Also to remember to breathe. That was important.

“Sure.” You swallowed. “I’d love to.”

“Meet you by the gaming room around seven?” Leon asked.

“Yeah. I’ll see you there.”

“Great.”

His grin highlighted the world around you. With a short wave, he jogged down to towards the lifeguard tower.

All the while everything felt so much warmer.

I’m not calm about this. Should I be calm? It’s a date. Water, I need water.

* *

“Pick what ever you want. It’s my treat.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” He repeated. “Except the store. That’s a little bland.”

“Oh darn. I really wanted to nimble on that door,” you snickered.

Before walking over to get ice cream down the street from the beach club, Leon had met you by the gaming room as agreed upon. It was clear that he took an opportunity to clean up and change into something not intended for swimming. Care put into his appearance, no question.

As promised, Leon did pay for your dessert and his. He was more than happy too. Even eyeing your flavor of choice with great interest. The only downside was that there wasn’t any seating inside. So you two decided to take a stroll.

It was much quieter and private. A comfortable way to spend time together. Get to know one another more than random small talk surrounded by others.

“Hear me out. Vanilla gets a bad rep by being called boring.” You stated.

“People like their mixture of flavors and toppings until its overflowing.”

“Sure, but everything’s already added to it. Vanilla starts out just fine and then you can turn it into cookies n creme or add caramel.”

“Make an ice cream sundae.” Leon added before eating more of his treat.

“Exactly.” You gestured widely.

“A banana split.”

“You can be creative with vanilla ice cream. It’s a great foundation. It doesn’t always have to be overflowing with toppings and stuff. I mean…if it’s well balanced. Sure.”

He smirked and asked, “What about adding a brownie? Not a tiny one.”

“Oh,” you pretended to clap while holding the last of your ice cream. “That, but make it a warm brownie.”

“Fresh out of the oven?”

“Either way.”

Leon chuckled. “I think we’re just making ourselves hungry.”

“Oops.”

Finishing off the last delicious spoonfuls of ice cream, the both of you tossed the trash responsibly.

Walking a bit further, you two found your way back to the beach. A familiar setting. Sunset still lingering on the horizon.

“Funny. I always find my way back here. Year after year.” Leon mused as he walked beside you, heading for the shoreline. “It’s not exactly what I pictured doing with my life.”

“Really?”

“Well, you know. You’re on track for one thing, but you get pulled into something else and…you stay with it.”

“Do you like being a lifeguard, Leon?”

Blue eyes looked out over the water.

The beauty of the image made you smile fondly.

Was he happy?

“I didn’t expect to like being a lifeguard. It’s tough some days, but I’m good at it. I want to help people and this is my way of accomplishing that.” Leon turned to offered you a smile. “I guess I’m lucky. Some people hate their job completely. I work where people come to get away.”

“And you’re happy. That’s really important.”

“It is. What about you? Are you happy with what you do?”

“I am. I guess. Some days are better than others.” You considered your words. “It’s just…some days can go from amazing to bizarre or terrible with one interaction or something from someone already having a crappy day. But, hey, it could be a lot worse.” You shrugged. “Or boring.”

You shuffled your shoes into the sand as you reached the wet sand. Shells and more in sight with the disappearing sunlight.

“That’s life. Never the exact same.” Leon walked on your side opposite the water. “Oh, boring can be dangerous.”

“What?” You looked at him, puzzled at his words.

“People can do some pretty stupid things if they’re bored enough. I’ve seen it.”

“On duty?”

“Fortunately for them.”

Oh, buddy. I bet they were given a talking to. For sure!

“What do you do when you’re bored?” You asked, slowing your pace. Something caught your eye.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Sleep. Watch some TV. You?”

Bending down, you brushed away some sand a dark shape.

A shark tooth! Finally. I lost some the other day out here. You thought happily.

Picking up the tooth, you let the soft incoming wave rinse it. A nice surprise for the evening. Not that the date wasn’t a great surprise.

The man standing near you chuckled warmly.

You glanced up.

“Found something?”

“Oh, yeah.” You stood up and offered him a glance at the small shark tooth.

“Neat. I figured most were dug up this morning.”

You groaned, “I know. But I’m not getting up before dawn to look for shark’s teeth. The runners and joggers are out.”

Blue eyes peered to the horizon line then back to you.

“We still have some light left if you want to find some,” he offered.

Leon’s offer could not have been more sweet.

There you two were, scavenging the beach-line for shark teeth amongst broken shells and sand. Two people smiling and literally digging were their bare hands before in grew darker.

You figured it was safer to search now that the beach was closer to empty and you were with Leon. Less of a chance of getting hit by a stray volleyball.

“Oh. Here we go,” Leon shifted through the sand and handed you a large shark tooth.

“Whoa.” You both inspected the tooth covering your palm in curious awe. “If I got up earlier, I’d be searching for these.” Squinting, you tried making out more details.

“We should head back.”

“Yeah.”

Carefully, you kept your pile of shark teeth cupped in your hands.

Leon didn’t take a step until you started walking away from the water.

“You like sharks?” He questioned.

“Yes, I love most sea creatures.”

He took your answer into account silently.

“Do you like sharks?” You asked in return.

“If they’re nice. Sure.”

You smiled.

Back to the condo by the beach where you and your friend were renting an apartment for the week was a sign that the evening was over.

Leon stood by the door as you fished out your key.

“Thank you for inviting me. It was really fun.”

“Thank you. I had a great time.” Leon smiled at your handful of shark teeth. “See you tomorrow?” He asked, hope lining his features.

“Rain or shine. I’ll be here.”

His lips pulled into a full grin. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded.

“Tomorrow.” Your cheeks burned with the continuation of your smiling.

Ducking his head for a moment, Leon took a step away before meeting your gaze again. “I hope you have a good evening.”

“You too, Leon.” You turned to go indoors with a smile still remaining on your lips.

Closing the door behind you, there was a squeal from your friend.

Here we go.

They opened their mouth to speak, but frowned in confusion at the sight of you holding a bunch of teeth.

“I thought you two went for ice cream?”

“We did,” you confirmed happily.

“Then what’s with the fossils?”

“We went to the beach. Talking and looking around.” You began searching for a bag or something to put the shark teeth in for safe keeping.

“Okay….and….he liked it? He wasn’t bored with you digging through the sand?”

“Oh—Leon helped. He found this one!” You held up the large shark tooth proudly.

“Darn. He’s more perfect than I thought.” They chuckled. “Did he pay for the ice cream?”

“Yup.”

“Did you get his number?”

Your smile dropped.

“(Y/N).” Your friend whined, hands on their hips.

“I’m sorry. We were busy having fun.”

They only sighed. “I’m happy you did.”

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Hell of a Vacation

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 31

Your time at Fort Benning comes to an end.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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CW: implied smut

The meeting with Commander Cortez didn’t go well, and it was partially your own fault. Only partially. Valeria had started it, but you hadn’t helped matters. The blame was something you and the other four would share, as well as the punishment. 

You were already in a strange mood - the confusing happiness of falling asleep in Leon’s arms the night before combined with the sometimes dizzying pain in your ribs made for an interesting morning. You’d had to go for round two of hiding that pain from the doctors, and then an extended run of it as you marched towards your reprimanding. You did your best to look dignified when you arrived, but you were sure that you just ended up looking beat up and pissed off instead. 

You and the rest of your squad had that in common. 

Black and blue patches had been put on display over all of them. Williams’ nose had been reset but was thoroughly purple and inflamed. Alenko had an eye swollen more shut than your own. Valeria was nursing her own bruises, her lip split, and Leon . . . his own inflicted war-paint had darkened since last night. 

Last night, when he’d held you as you fell asleep-

“Anyone else feel like we’re about to be read the riot act?” Williams had said as you all waited outside the Commander’s office, and you couldn’t help but agree with her. 

Then a few moments later, you were in an office - more spacious than the one Krauser had on your own base, and with no music playing despite the little radio off to the side.

You really wished that the mini radio was playing. That way there might be something pleasant about this encounter. 

You were met with a disappointed stare, and you certainly knew you weren’t about to get a pat on the back. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but for the fact that Taylor was absent from the meeting. Missing out on the Commander’s disappointment. You hoped it was because Cortez would talk to him and his cronies separately. Or, better yet, because he was still knocked out cold and had been left for later. That didn’t make you any less angry at the way the Commander looked at the five of you like you had been the ones who fucked up. 

To the victors went the blame, you supposed. 

“Look,” Cortez said, and you knew that there was about to be some bullshit thrown your way, “I know that Taylor has been antagonizing you all-” 

“Oh, antagonizing is a nice way of saying it.” Valeria interrupted, and you watched the Commander’s face become even more severe. 

He glared at her, and you wondered for a moment if you were about to fight a Commander, too. “I’m aware of his behavior, Soto. I’m also aware that you broke one of my men’s arms last night.” 

Oh. That was news. No wonder he looked pissed off. 

“One of the men who tried to jump us, you mean?” It was Leon this time, and you felt cautious pride swell in you, just as sure as you felt another surge of agony from your ribs as you took in a breath. Good to know it wasn’t just Krauser’s authority he had a problem with. 

Cortez didn’t share your appreciation of Leon’s sharp tongue, though. 

“Yes. A dozen men who will be missing out on important instruction because of this little incident.” 

Maybe it was because you were in pain, struck in an old wound that was a source of trouble at the best of times. Or maybe it was more a case of being pissed that Cortez wasn’t cutting you all slack for being the targets of the attack that happened last night. Or, perhaps, it was actually the relatively good mood you’d woken up in. Maybe we were both fucking brilliant. Leon’s words echoed in your mind, and you didn’t just feel that way about your performance or his. Even if there were bruises and broken noses, your squad won. You’d faced down impossible odds, and none of you deserved this shit. So, you felt an old part of yourself come back to life as you met a commanding officer’s eye and didn’t flinch. If this conversation had been building towards sympathy on Cortez’s part, it likely died in its crib as you opened your mouth and let the scathing words on the tip of your tongue loose. 

“Train them to fight better. Then maybe they’d be able to report for drills.” 

Your squad mates, those that weren’t used to you saying much, all snapped to look at you. Leon’s lips, meanwhile, curved up in a little smile. You’d been spending entirely too much time with him. 

The Commander’s eyes just flashed. “And none of you five will be reporting, either. You can all spend the day cleaning around the base, since you’re all in such good health. And you, Sergeant,” he branded you with a hot glare, “can drop and give me twenty right now.” 

And just like that, even if there was no way for him to know the state of your injury - by your own fault - Commander Cortez made it onto your shit-list. Still, you’d been given an order. 

Good test of how bad things really are, you thought to yourself. 

And then you were in sharp and stabbing pain for the next few seconds. Twenty push-ups would have been nothing to you normally - Krauser had seen to that personally. You weren’t sure if the Major would be proud or furious if he knew what you were doing now. Hiding an injury to keep on training. Whatever the case, even as gravity put pressure on those likely-damaged bones, you set your face in stone and pushed yourself back up. Then you did it nineteen more times, wishing at least that the little radio was playing music as it would be if this were Krauser meting out the punishment. 

Just get through it . . .

Your arms shook, not from the effort but from the pain. You hid your grimace, any expression of pain . . . 

This wasn’t going to break you. It was all pain that you’d felt before. 

Your breathing was more ragged than it should have been by the end of it, your eyes set in a hard and fiery stare. But you managed it. As you forced yourself through the last pushup, you clenched your jaw tight, and stood. And as you met Cortez’s stare, you felt something in you stir. Something long since buried. 

The urge to cause trouble. 

“Keep that attitude in check, Sergeant,” Cortez warned. “Same goes for the rest of you.” 

You nodded once. Repressed another remark and instead answered with the usual line. “Yes sir.”  

None of you complained when the punishments were meted out. You, at least, had expected something like it, especially with how Valeria and Williams’ earlier confrontation with Taylor had been handled. You’d all be cleaning the next day, and then you’d been put on watch duty for the rest of the week. Then, after a good scolding about the need for unity and respect between branches of the Army, you were all dismissed. 

Leon wasted no time, even though his concern was perhaps more obvious than you would like. “Are you alright?” he asked as soon as the group of you were out of Cortez’s office. 

And even if you were still very much in pain, you shrugged and let a grin curl your lips. You didn’t have to lie as you answered. “Yeah. I’m good. Hell of a night, that’s all.” You knew he’d understand what you meant.  

Leon looked at you, very clearly concerned, but something in that concern softened. Shifted. “Hell of a night,” he agreed. 

“Hell of a day ahead, too,” Williams grumbled. She didn’t seem to share your newfound contentment. 

“We’ll all live,” you said. You didn’t care about a day of cleaning. 

At least, not until Valeria reached up to loop an arm around her shoulders. “Cheer up, princesa,” the shorter woman said. “Bruises aren’t just teachers, you know. These ones?” She pointed to her own cheek, where a purple splotch stained her tanned skin, and smiled. “These are badges of honor.” 

⧫⧫⧫

Valeria proved to be right, Leon found. People’s eyes were drawn to you all by the bruises. Visual proof of the stories circulating Fort Benning. Twelve against five. It was quite the tale. One Leon was all too happy to let others hear. He wasn’t one for tall tales normally - especially ones concerning him - but now? He was glad that the story of you five putting your attackers in the hospital seemed to finally set the record straight. The message was clear:

The STRATCOM visitors were not to be fucked with. 

And a damn good thing, too, because even if you were good at hiding it, at pushing through it, Leon could see that you were hurting. You were lucky that you weren’t under Krauser’s instruction for another week. Both because he’d have you doing twice the physical exercises, twice the combat drills, and because he would have been furious with you for hiding your injury in the first place. At least, Leon hoped that would be the case. He hoped the Major would be able to talk some sense into you when you all returned, because no matter how often Leon tried, his words didn’t seem to take much root. 

You would just tell him you were fine. That he shouldn’t worry. And you said it with such conviction that he almost believed you. 

But you had a week left at Fort Benning. A week where the watch duty you’d all been assigned would prevent you from resting as much as you needed to. He knew you were tough. He remembered your words about letting you learn from your hurts, your assurances that you would be fine. He might have even done the same in your position.

That didn’t stop him from worrying when he saw you grimace through cav scout drills, or hiss when you loaded a shell into the tank, though. It wasn’t just some sense of him wanting to protect you, he didn’t want you to cause any permanent damage. No matter how often he spoke to you of it, though, you wouldn’t budge. 

Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one who noticed something was wrong. 

⧫⧫⧫

“So, I’ve been thinking . . .” Alenko leaned towards you at lunch, and that tone of voice made you look up from your food with a raised brow. He had never been nervous around you, being a few years your senior, but he seemed a little apprehensive. Hell, there was a shift in energy at your table as he started, with Williams glancing up from the water she was drinking across from you. Still, Alenko spoke plainly as he voiced just what had been on his mind . . . and you found your eyes widening. “I want you to have command for the final assessments. In the tank.” 

Alenko loved the tanks. He loved driving them, he loved issuing commands in them. You knew instantly that something was off to make him request this. And besides . . . “You’ve had more time in command. I’ll load the shells like usual. Like we’ve been practicing.” 

Something flashed behind the older soldier’s eyes, and he glanced away for just a moment. Like he was looking for help from those at his side. 

He got it when Williams answered. “You’re just as good. And Krauser always tells us we shouldn’t get stuck in one way of thinking. That we’ll have to work with people and command styles we’re unfamiliar with,” she offered, and it sounded suspiciously like she’d been thinking of these arguments for a while. “Besides, you’ve been giving us directions for weeks now. Just with knives.” 

The points she made were all fair, but it still didn’t make it all sit with you any better. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to switch up our positions if we want to do well-” 

“Not a good idea for you to be lifting shells with fucked up ribs, either.” Valeria cut in, and your eyes flashed as you snapped to look at her. The other three around you did the same, with Leon looking ready to reprimand her for butting in. You, in the meantime, just wanted to know how the hell-

“What?” she asked, looking between the three others and then to you. “Don’t act like you weren’t struggling to get through twenty push-ups back in Cortez’ office. Shaking like a leaf-” 

She’d managed to get you in a sore spot, and so your response was sharper than it should have been. “Fuck you, Soto,” you said, and felt guilty for it instantly. 

Of course, her self-satisfied smirk made that guilt wane pretty quickly. “Not interested, Sarge. Not that you could do a good job in the state you’re in-”

“The point is,” Alenko interjected, ever the peace-maker, “we’ve seen you’re hurt. And you taking command would make for a lower chance of further injury.” 

And then, after a moment, another voice cut in. One that had been silent up until now. Leon. “And you won’t do the team any good if you can’t heal.” 

There it was. 

The truth you’d been avoiding. It made you tense, your ribs throbbing as you sucked in a sharp breath. Here you were, looking around at your squad, your team, and feeling somehow more overwhelmed and outnumbered than when Taylor and his comrades had rushed you. And as you looked at your squad, you wanted to be furious. You wanted to explode at them for doubting you, for sticking their noses where they didn’t belong. You really, really wanted to feel that anger. 

“I’m guessing you put them up to this?” you said, looking towards Leon because he was the one who you’d confessed your injury to. He was the one who had been begging you to slow down. In your embarrassed anger, your first thought was that he’d gone behind your back and asked your team to do this. 

Then guilt flooded you when you saw his eyes and you knew you’d bit back when there was no threat to you at all. “No,” he shook his head. “I wasn’t in on this one, but . . . I agree with them.”

You stared at him for a moment, and then at the rest. At the squad that was concerned for your well-being, even if you didn’t want them to be. 

“Look, Sarge,” Alenko said, his expression becoming easier. “We trust you. You haven’t led us wrong in practice, you won’t lead us wrong here, either. Give yourself a chance.” 

You looked at him, then at Leon, then the rest. It was democracy that included everyone’s opinions but your own, it seemed, and you knew there would be no real use arguing. So, you nodded once. “Fine.” 

Leon gave you a grateful smile and you tried to hold on to that anger, that frustration. It didn’t quite work, though, because . . . well, because it had been a long time since so many people had been concerned for you. You’d almost forgotten what it was like, to have an entire group looking out for your best interests. Even if you disagreed. And you knew that Leon was the one who, above all, cared for you. That he was right. 

Didn’t mean you weren’t going to have a discussion with him, though.

So, when the time came, you climbed into the tank in the commander’s seat, taking a breath and looking around you. Preparing yourself. Assessments were nearly upon you. Your team was relying on you, now as they had in the fight. You had won then, and you had to help them win this now. After all, even if you all had won that fight, even if you’d all proven your prowess, you were here to learn. To become better soldiers. 

Being given yet another opportunity to show up Taylor and his still-healing friends was just icing on the cake. 

Pettiness wasn’t something you’d felt for a long time, but motivation was motivation, you supposed. And after Cortez had punished you all for the fight, even if you’d expected it, you sort of wanted to stick it to the Commander, too.

And over those remaining days at Fort Benning, you felt yet another aspect of yourself reawakening. One you hadn’t trusted yourself with much since Finland. 

The leader you might have been, if things had been different. 

The leader that you still could be, you realized.

Because, as you guided your partners through the course, as you sat out during sparring sessions but still gave notes and observations, you found that missing part of yourself. By the time the final assessments rolled around and your time at Fort Benning came to a close, you didn’t worry about your ability to lead. You didn’t let your mind talk you into yet another dark spiral. You pushed through, just as you pushed through the pain of your injury. You just did what needed to be done, and when you all loaded into the great metal machine for the final time, you were ready. You gave Williams the instructions she needed, directing the tank’s path. With Leon manning the guns and Alanko loading the ammunition, they listened to you just as they did when you gave a correction in sparring. You worked as a group, just as you had in the fight. You weren’t a collection of skilled individuals. You were a unit. Deadly and determined. And when the time came, you directed your crew through the final assessment, and let them guide you in turn. 

It wasn’t exemplary, but it was more than enough for you all to pass. Cortez was begrudging in his congratulations, no doubt because Taylor and some of his men were still out - or facing discharge, as you found out. 

You didn’t care about Cortez’s approval, though. You had all the approval you needed. And you made sure your crew, your squad, had the same. “So,” Williams smiled, and you could tell she was proud of her performance. As she should have been. “How’d we do?” She was asking you. Asking for your opinion. 

And you looked from her, to Alenko, and then to Leon at last. And that feeling of pride you’d reserved for Leon so often of late extended to the rest of them, too. “Damn fine work,” you nodded. 

“Not bad so bad yourself, Sarge,” Leon said to you, and you raised your brow.

“That’s commander, to you,” you corrected, and because you never could fully manage it with him, your attempt at hiding your grin failed. You weren’t so mad that you couldn’t hide it, now though. Because, honestly? It was a pretty good day. 

⧫⧫⧫

A good day, but an even better night, Leon found, there on his final watch shift at Fort Benning. He stood in a guard tower, looking over the base that had housed you and him and all the rest of your squad for the last few weeks. When dawn broke, you would all pile up in the Humvees and head home. 

Leon was . . . well, he wasn’t exactly happy about it, but he would be glad to be back to some semblance of normalcy. Even if that normalcy was Krauser finding new and strenuous ways to test you all. 

Of course, he had to make it through his last shift before that was even a concern. A shift that - like all the others he’d been forced to endure as punishment for the fight - seemed like it would be completely and utterly uneventful. 

But then he heard someone coming up the watchtower to join him, and he knew that he was about to be proven wrong. 

“Thought you already had your watch,” Leon marveled as you emerged from the shadows, and you shrugged. 

“Traded with Valeria,” you said, moving in beside him, keeping your voice down. 

Valeria. Of course. The unlikely supporter of yours and Leon’s escapades. And Leon was sure it had nothing to do with the fact that your shift happened to precede Williams’. Nothing at all. Still, Valeria could have whatever reasons she wanted, as far as Leon was concerned. So long as it meant spending time with you alone. And as you leaned against the railing, your back to Fort Benning and your arms braced back on either side of you, Leon couldn’t help but feel he might have owed Valeria for this. 

But then again, maybe this was her making up for knocking him out cold the night of assessments, all those weeks ago.

Whatever the reason, though, you were here and that was enough. 

“Wanted to apologize,” you began, “for snapping at you, back when Alenko brought up switching with me.” 

Leon just shook his head. He’d put the moment aside almost as soon as it happened. “Don’t worry about it. Though . . .” he smirked at you then, raising a brow as he leaned a little closer. “I’m a little hurt that you took advice from them about taking it easy and not me.” 

 You laughed, then, soft enough that it wouldn’t hurt you, and looked back at him. “Yeah, well, they didn’t really give me a choice, did they?” 

“Guess not.”

“I am going to,” you said after a minute, your voice more serious. Leon quirked a brow at you, but you went on before he needed to ask for clarification. “Take your advice, I mean. I’ll go to the med staff when we’re back at base. Tell them what happened, see if there’s anything wrong.” 

Leon . . . hadn’t been expecting that. After months of knowing you, of you refusing to give yourself a break, of you pushing through pain no matter how bad . . . “You’re serious?” 

You fixed a look on him. One that said ‘don’t sound so pleased’. “You were right,” you admitted. “When you said I wouldn’t be a help to anyone if I let this get worse.” 

As you said it, he could hear defeat in your words, resignation of something you didn’t want to admit. But you were admitting it, and Leon was all too glad of it. “That’s good,” he said, moving closer to you, resting a hand on your shoulder. 

“It’s shit,” you grumbled. “But . . . it’s got to be done.” 

Leon laughed again and nodded. “True enough.” 

“Not used to people other than you looking out for me,” you finally admitted after a while, your eyes fixed on the floor. “Almost forgot what it was like. To be part of a squad.”

He knew what you meant. Not a squad you worked with out of necessity only, but one you could rely on. A group that had your back, and you had theirs. It was a quiet sentiment, but one that Leon could feel was heavy for you. One that was heavy for him, too. Because he’d thought he'd be alone through all of this. He’d been alright with it at first, too. If he only had himself to look out for, there was only one person to fail. 

Things were different now. All because of you. 

A peaceful quiet settled between the two of you then, as you looked out towards the base stretched out in front of you, blanketed in darkness beyond the eyes of the spotlights. The place that had, quite literally, kicked the shit out of both of you, but might have given you something more in return. “Hell of a vacation,” Leon eventually said, and you laughed. He was glad that it was a sound he heard more and more often these days. 

“If this was your idea of a vacation, Kennedy, then I feel sorry for you.” 

“My idea of a vacation is somewhere quiet and warm,” Leon defended, “but I’ve learned to take what I can get.” 

With a hum from you, another blanket of quiet settled between the two of you. It was comfortable, and Leon was happy to spend the last few minutes of his shift in it. Wasn’t enough for you, though, because a moment later you moved. You pushed yourself up from the railing and walked towards him. Leon felt his heart beat hard in his chest when he thought you were going to kiss him . . . but then it beat even harder when you sank to your knees in front of him. 

He murmured your name, caught between you and the railing, his eyes going wide. 

You didn’t seem deterred, though. “If this is a vacation, might as well make the last night memorable, right?” 

Oh, god.

His belt buckle came undone beneath your fingertips and he was glad of the dark to hide the bright red blush that came to his face. “Not . . . not worried someone will see?” he asked, and you shrugged. 

“Know the great thing about being assigned watch duty for a week?” you asked, your voice a purr. 

Leon could hardly contain his excitement as he answered. “You know where the cameras are blind?” 

“Dead on.”

“You’re sure you’re okay to do this?” It was a hard question to ask, while you were in the midst of undoing his pants. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself-”

“Then I’ll be careful.”

“I’m serious-”

“So am I.” You looked up at him, your movements stalling. “I’ll be careful. You helped me relax after the fight. Let me do this for you.”

God, he fucking loved you. 

“You know, I’m still technically supposed to be on watch,” he pointed out. 

You tilted your head, then, and the little light that slipped into the guard tower from the spotlights overhead showed him your expression. It was more carefree than he’d ever seen you, and it was a sight he would never forget. Of course, he wasn’t likely to forget the shrug you gave him, or the words you murmured, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Then be a good boy and watch.” 

And just like that, the flush under his skin turned into an inferno. 

⧫⧫⧫

Commander Cortez bid your squad a strained goodbye. He wouldn’t be accompanying you all back to base, it seemed, and Leon was perfectly alright with that. Instead, it would be some other ranking officer, who looked entirely pleased about the opportunity for a break. Even better was seeing Taylor’s men standing in the distance, watching you all load into the Humvees. No Taylor, though, given the disciplinary action he was facing. 

Leon was sad about that one. He’d have liked to wave that asshole goodbye one last time. 

Still, he couldn’t deny that, despite everything that had happened, he was in a damn good mood as you all loaded into the Humvees. 

And an even better one when you climbed into the back seat opposite him. 

You, him, Williams and Alenko. The same team that had operated the tank. And as Alenko pulled the big vehicle out behind the others in your little convoy, Leon felt a sense of kinship he hadn’t thought to find. “I can’t decide if Krauser will be pissed at us for getting into a fight . . .” Williams mused, as your Humvee passed out of Fort Benning at last, “. . . or proud of us for winning it.” 

“Probably a bit of both,” Alenko smiled, glancing back at you all before turning his eyes back to the road. 

“Probably,” Leon agreed. 

“He’ll be proud,” you declared. “He’ll act pissed, but he’ll be proud.” You sounded so sure, and you looked it, too. Doubly so now that your black eye was healing so well, and the evidence of the fight - beyond whatever was wrong with your ribs - was disappearing. Of course, your eye not being so swollen anymore let Leon see the glint there as you reached down into your pack. “Probably be less proud of this, though.” 

And then, with a self-satisfied grin that would have rivaled even Valeria, you pulled a little radio from your pack. One Leon thought he recognized. 

Williams and Alenko looked back as you set the radio between the four of you, and their eyes went wide.

“Is that-”

“Cortez’s,” you nodded, sitting back in your seat. You didn’t give any further explanation.

Leon stared at you, and it took everything in him not to kiss you right then and there. 

“How the hell did you manage that?” he asked, looking between you and the stolen radio. When had you managed that? He could have sworn he’d seen the radio in the Commander’s office just a day ago, but here it was. And by your expression, you weren’t going to be telling him how it had ended up in your pack any time soon. 

“I can’t give away all my secrets, Kennedy,” you said, and Williams laughed. 

She reached back, taking the radio and turning it on, beaming as she did. “However you did it, hell yes.” 

And so she went about switching the dials, surfing different stations, audibly reacting to each. A few songs went by, the air in the Humvee turning to laughs between Alenko and Williams in the front two seats, with Leon chiming in as well when a song he liked came on. But you . . . you just smiled easily, not speaking but rather letting your squad mates have all the fun.

Until Leon thought he heard something as Williams switched through the stations. 

“Wait! Go back . . .” a few clicks of the dial and he was sure. Women singing. An upbeat backing. Nonsensical lyrics. And your eyes going wide in the seat beside him. “This one,” Leon nodded, all too pleased with himself.

Williams, however, just looked back at him in utter disgust. “This?” she said, like she’d never heard worse music in her life. 

Leon, though, just met her eyes and nodded. 

“Huh. Didn’t . . . uh, didn’t think you’d be into the Spice Girls, Kennedy.” 

His smile got even wider as he shrugged. “Why not? They kick ass.” 

You looked at him, then, your lips parted, your eyes fixed on his. Were you really surprised? Of course he remembered. And he might not have entirely shared your views on that kind of music, but hell, if you’d gone to the trouble of stealing a radio for them, then he’d make sure you heard what you liked. If the smile you gave him then was any indication, you appreciated it. “Kennedy’s right about that,” you said, your voice soft. 

“Oh god, not you too,” Williams groaned, but then Alenko led the coup de grace. 

“Alright, this does not leave this vehicle . . .” he said, smiling and glancing over his shoulder before looking ahead once more, “. . . but I enjoy this song.”

Williams looked like she was going to blow a gasket, and Leon could only laugh. “Looks like you’ve been outvoted.”

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Williams relented. “Fine, fine. But you know I thought the radio was so this trip would be less painful.”

“You’re welcome to pick the next station, Williams,” you said, and for a moment, Leon wondered if he was seeing the old you. The one he’d heard allusions to, the one who seemed to have been buried six feet under after whatever you saw in Finland. The thought brought no small amount of warmth to his heart. 

Maybe Krauser had been onto something, sending you all to Benning. 

Not that Leon would ever admit it. 

That was all he could think as Alenko started bobbing his head along with the too-happy beat, with Williams looking utterly annoyed, resting her head against the window. It was a damn fine end to a strange little journey, one that Leon would value greatly after everything.

But then-

“Oh, what the fuck?” The Humvee lurched a bit as Alenko slammed on the brakes, stopping just as the one in front of you all stopped. 

Confusion flashed across Leon’s face as he looked up, through the windshield of the Humvee, past the line of other vehicles . . . and felt his blood go a little cold when he saw the reason for the halt. 

Two massive transports blocked the road, each painted black. Two other vehicles flanked them. APC’s with mounted turrets. When he didn’t see any markings, nothing identifiable, his worry turned to dread, cold and deep-seated and gnawing at him. 

Then, from out of the APC’s, came men dressed in black, each wearing a mask, and each carrying an assault rifle. All but two.

Two suits along with the rest, approaching the first Humvee in your squad’s lineup.

The music seemed to become distant as you all traded glances, confusion and anxiety building like static, warping the world around you. You all watched as the officer accompanying you all climbed out of his vehicle, and with his back to you all, you couldn’t see his expression. Only an exchange of words, the inspection of what looked like a badge, and then he stepped to the side, allowing the armed and armored men forward. Towards the rest of you.

Leon could only swallow as they approached.

“Maybe they’re here for a stolen radio,” he offered.

All he got was a side-eye from you . . . and then there was a knock on the Humvee’s door. 

Didn’t seem like there was much choice but to open it.

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[lapis-lights]

Since Falling From Grace is done, we come up on planning for the next story :D

Below the cut are four different prompts, all summarized with the general idea then a potential blurb I came up with to get a feel for what kind of vibes each one gives off. Please vote on which one you like the best. From top to bottom are the ones I have most planned out to the least planned out.

For all my filthy little fans, yes, all of them will have smut in some way but it won't be the focal point of the story.

.·.·Desert Rose·.·.

Prompt: Leon and his family grew up alongside yours. Your moms had been high school best friends and in a way, your home was also his. When his family is brutally murdered, he had come to live at your family's place for a while before returning to complete his training at the officer's academy. Steam had been begging to be blown off, bad decisions waited to be made, and hormonal feelings had led up to one night of no bounds.

It's been years since then, and you live at the beach house alone now...so you don't exactly expect Leon to show up at your doorstep with a couple of bags and looking to crash for a few weeks as a vacation.

[Childhood Friends to Strangers to Lovers]

You swallow upon seeing him in a simple t-shirt that hugs his muscular figure and gray sweatpants that do little to hide his modesty. After all these years of radio silence, why did he come sweeping in like things were still the same? How could he stand there in your home as if things were that simple?

That night, he had molded you into him, kissed you like he worshipped you, whispered praises and encouragements to obscenities that would make even the filthiest person alive blush. Then he was gone, slipping through your fingers like sand in a timeless hourglass.

Leon raises an eyebrow, lowering the coffee mug from his very-kissable lips. "Is something wrong?"

The children versions of you would sneak to each other's rooms to read under the covers with flashlights and the book of the summer. The teenage versions of you still snuck to each other's rooms and still went under the sheets but in a very different sense. Now, he acts like none of it happened.

Yes, something was very clearly fucking wrong.

"No," you say and look out the window at the rolling water and waves. "Nothing's wrong...at all."

The ocean doesn't seem to agree.

.·.·Eden·.·.

Prompt: You and Leon break up the night before he's due to Raccoon City, and the fallout is more than rough on both ends. While it forces Leon to survive the tragic events of the virus outbreak in the Arklay Mountains, you only get worse in your own way. Six years later, you meet again and old feelings rise as you and Leon face the shattered remains of your relationship. Your old paradise, your Garden of Eden, had withered...but seeds sleep underground and wait to grow. All it takes is the right conditions.

[Exes to Friends to Lovers]

Leon looks tired, shadows handing under his eyes as the round baby face of his old life has shrunk into something more sharp and defined. A permanent frown seems etched into his face as scrutinizes you back.

You're less bold, more quiet, and holding yourself like you don't trust anybody else to touch you. Once upon a time, his head would've be in your lap as you kissed away his sorrows and assured him you would be with him for eternity.

God promised eternal happiness then left humanity to fend for themselves. You suppose this must be the rapture.

"Hi, Leon," you whisper, hands running up and down your arms as you self-soothe, hoping the heartbreak isn't as apparent in your voice as you thought.

It is.

"...Hi, (Y/n)."

.·.·Condor Two·.·.

Prompt: You and Leon have been attached at the hip since your first mission and since then, you two have been practically inseparable as partners on the field. However, on a solo mission, you had gone missing. You'd gone radio silent after being dispatched to Spain to locate the president's missing daughter, though FOS believes you'd been caught by Los Illuminados. Leon flies out to not only find Baby Eagle but to find his Condor Two as well.

[Coworkers to Lovers/Friends to Lovers]

Leon looks around at the nature, all dying leaves and heavy humidity. They suspect Ashley's somewhere in a nearby village and by further extent, you as well. He just hopes he's not too late...

He checks the bullets in his handgun and presses further down the path, finding sacrificial stone buried into the ground and blood smeared across rocks. He desperately prays it wasn't your own. You're a smart girl, and you definitely wouldn't have gone silent for no reason. So what could have happened that led to your capture in the first place?

You're smile reflects in his mind and he frowns, rolling out his shoulder.

He had to find you. He had to.

.·.·Whiskey and Wine·.·.

Prompt: Leon is a regular at the bar you serve at, and though you've never properly met, you've memorized that handsome stranger's order down to a T. When you end up in said stranger's bed one morning, you're quickly pulled into his life and sent on an adventure that leaves you breathless.

[Strangers to Friends with Benefits to Lovers]

He's got a stubble that is in need of shaving but peppers across his jaw in a way that's nothing short of attractive. He raises a thick eyebrow at you and your frantic state, glancing at your ex who's storming over to the bar to give you a piece of his mind for talking at another man past the point of a standard order.

"Shit," you hiss under your breath. "It was nice talking to you, but I have to go."

"Wait, the stranger says. "I need to know who you are."

Your ex is getting closer and you don't want this mystery attractive stranger caught up in it. With a rush, you say, "(Y/n)," and walk away.

You can still feel the stranger's eyes searing into your back as you disappear out of the main room and into the back.

[bellasimos]

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The mission on Spain was nothing but a success, rescuing the President Daughter; Ashely Grahams was a success. With several kidnappings, La Plagas, Ada and ex–member of Umbrella along with Leon’s former mentor Krauser. The wounds that needed medical treatment via professionals to save the doctor on other hand was stressful to stop the bleeding. Followed by escaping the factory near death experience; Leon was able to put up good words about the doctor that sacrificed his will to save the daughter and the best agents. Letting Doctor Serra Navarro become a field agent with few others that used to work with S.T.A.R.S.

Leon was not doing it for Luis, but he is. He got along with Luis very well; but he did it for Miyo. His long time best friend that used to date Luis, currently they are after they patch up between them of long history. Although, Miyo owns greatly for Leon, yet Leon brushes it off. He rather sees his friend happier than being sappy over a guy. It is not like saying Leon would rather deal with her own sappy over something that is not about Luis.

Leon will get over it eventually.

Miyo stretches her back, after getting out of her car that was parked in front of new apartment. Choosable from the Government, a nice quiet and private area. Presumably would be in the middle of nowhere at the top of the mountain where the view of the current location that she is staying was nothing but a beautiful sight to see. As she walks inside of her entrance, set the keys in the counter drawer while kicking her shoes off. Relief to be back home after they gave her the green flag to stay.

Making her way to the living room, Miyo casually flopped on the sofa, untied her platinum blonde hair and leaned her head back as she shut her eyes for a couple minutes.

“Mi vida? Are you back?” A Spaniard accent echoed in the hallway of the room to the living room. A male pops his head behind the wall.

Miyo smiled while lifting her head and looking over her shoulder. “I am, babe.”

Luis grinned, walking his way toward the sofa as he sat next to her. He patted his lap while Miyo lifted her both legs on top of it. “Vamós a ver, how was work?” He asks, applying a pressure point to where the stress knot was at her foot.

Miyo was melted by his hand work touch, she breathlessly moaned in relief. “Work was such a pain in the ass, I was surprised that they decided to give me a month off.”

He chuckled. “A month off? Does that mean I have you all by myself then?”

Miyo smiled at him. “Yes, have they given you a green flag?”

Luis nodded. “Yesterday, for a month as well.” He then chuckles and lifts his eyes below from his eyelid.

“That means—Mmm.” Miyo let out another moan.

“Yes, we can finally do stuff together.” Luis mumbles, humming approval of their both vacations.

Miyo sighs heavily. “God, who taught you this babe?”

He smirked, stopping the massage from her foot; he slid his right hand up to her thigh. “What do you mean by that, amór?”

Miyo used her elbow to support the weight of her back. His touch sparkled her sense, trembling slightly under his touch. “That, how did you know where my stress point was? Last time I recall, you knew my weak spot back in Raccoon City.”

Luis chuckles, grazing in a circle pattern on her thighs with his thumb. “Take as in your weak point is where the stress point is, plus.”

Luis pauses, sliding his right hand upward from her thigh to her hip. Gave a gentle squeeze to where he earned a sudden moan from her, Miyo immediately covered her mouth as her eyes grew wider. Old memories flushed all at once, their unique night at Raccoon City in her apartment. Remember his hand claims her skin, weakness spot, marking her.

He chuckles, leans forward but barely brushes his lips against her. “Que paso mi ángel? Remembering our first time?”

She cursed under her thought; she gasped as he squeezed her hip again while carefully, Luis climbed on top of her. His knee forces her leg to spread apart as it contacts her cunt due her fabric pants. He clicked his tongue, observing how her body shivered by his touch, feeling each of her goosebump. Luis chuckles, admiringly from his view, his fingers caressing her hips as he smirked.

“Look at you. So tough yet getting weak by my touch. Eso es linda de ti.” He mumbles, slightly praising her.

“Luis…” she struggled, her voice choking while his hand resumed to squeeze her hip again.

“Hm, qué piensa mi amór? Lo hacemos?”

“Shit…” Miyo whispered, running her hand under his shirt to feel his skin.

Luis shudders, leaning closer to her touch. “I’m waiting.”

“Yes… Please.” She pleaded, her mind was swimming fast on cloud nine.

He gave a wolfish smirk, getting off from her as he cradled her into his arm. Luis didn’t waste any time to bring her to their shared room, position her on her bed. Miyo felt the soft surface on her back but eyes darted at Luis as he slipped his shirt off to reveal his well-toned chest. His shirt was tossed aside on the floor, long forgotten. Her eyes softened with a mix of lust, her hand lifted to touch his chest; ran her finger through his hair. There was a smile on his lip, he gently grabbed her hand, planting each chaste kiss on her knuckles.

“Cariño, allow me to worship you.” Luis mumbles, tugging the bottom of her uniform shirt.

Pleading for him, she obliged as she slipped it off. Accompanied where his shirt was. His eyes froze to see the body of her, swiftly to gentle stare as he drank every small detail on her skin. The beauty mark on her left shoulder, the several on her breast that hang on her bra; aged and recent scars from battle in Raccoon City and Valdelobos village. Subconscious, he guides his left hand to trace her aged scar, almost visible to her beige skin. Her skin twitched by his touch but was soon relaxed by it, he guided his finger to her breast, absorbing her beautiful marks. Luis’s lip twitched into a smile as he leans in to give a loving chaste kiss in her scars.

“Siempre eres sido tan hermosa, cariño.” He compliments, trailed his ghostly kiss up to her neck to earn a small gasp from her. “Solo para mi.”

“Luis.” She said his name breathlessly, arching her back toward him.

He slipped his right hand behind her back, with a quick swift move. Her bra was hook free, falling in her lap as he grabbed it to toss it aside. Her breast is free from the pain holding so much of her chest, Luis chuckled as he then grabbed her chin with his left hand; lift her focus on him.

“May I?”

She shyly nodded, but the expectations were so wrong. Luis went for another kiss, this time, proper passion, guiding her to lay back while he placed his both forearms on either side of her head. She smiled into the kiss, ran her finger into his curly hair to massage his scalp. Luis groaned into the kiss as he bit her bottom lip. Pushing his tongue inside to savor her mouth, he was playing with some of her platinum blond strand hair that rested on her pillow; as he put his hip down to her cunt, making sure her legs stayed open for him. Luis broke the kiss off with a desperate air knocking in their lungs. Yet, he did not waste time to bomb her with his kisses.

He kissed her cheek, jawline before dipping into her neck. Guide his right hand to hold her jaw up for easier access on her neck, to take his time pouring his love and compassion on her sensitive neck. Earning a few mewls, hiss from her as he properly took the time to suck her delicate spot. The beige skin spot was soon marked by purple/reddish, he continued to attack the other side. The desperation to have her neck being marked by him was a need. Miyo moaned his name as he was done leaving a mark in her neck. He then did the same for her collarbone except some had his teeth mark while others had the same bruise mark on her neck.

“Look at you.” He spoke breathlessly. “Eager to submit to me, cariño. Those marks look beautiful on you and all mine.”

Miyo holds his face with her hand as she strokes her thumb on his cheek. “My baby, I’m yours.”

Luis chuckled, his eyes grew soft, loving at her, everything. “I love you, Mi.”

Her heart swelled to hear those three words. Almost a tear could’ve betrayed her. “I love you too, Lu.”

Luis went for another kiss, tender this time, before going down to her breast. Her hand rested next to her head while he took one into his mouth, a breathless moan slipped out from her lip. He took his time to swirl his tongue on her sensitive nipples. She thought that he is a tits man, a blush creep on her cheek as her body shudders. He used his teeth to drag her nipples, building up more pleasure as she felt even wetter in her underwear. Luis smirked into her breast as he could feel the wet fabric in her cunt; a pop sound as he was done with her breast and head over to the other, giving the same treatment. Her vocal was musical to his ear, hearing his name roll under her tongue. It’s all she thinks of, it’s only that she knows.

And he is proud of it.

“Such beautiful vocals you have, cariño. Please, moan for me. Sing for me, I want to hear it.” Luis praises, plant his kiss on the valley of her chest down to her stomach.

She squirmed, a mewl slipped as he grinned into her skin. He continues as a pop sound from his lip, he appreciates her skin. He adores her beauty and her scars. Luis’ mouth hover on top of her clit, his warm breath brushes her sensitive area as he studies her leg tremble slightly. He lifts his eyes up to view, to see any second doubt but only to see her eyes fill with love and lust. The same look when they made love for the first time, she was begging him to eat her up like she was his main dinner.

He chuckled, giving a kiss on her clit before beginning to devour her with his tongue. Miyo threw her head back in the pillow, eyes shut tightly as she let out a long moan for him. Her hand twitched as they ran into his hair once again, massaging his scalp. He focused on pleasing her, building her up before he could claim her. He knows how to please her, to be eating her like this, touching her wall inside in such a sinful way. But she can’t help how good it feels again, he must have slept with women before to do this. She then yanks his hair, wanting to bury his face in her cunt.

Luis took the sign, taking one of her legs into his shoulder while he slipped his finger inside of her. A sudden gasp along with soft moan, he couldn’t help to smirk at his triumphant. Luis chuckled, feeling his erected cock throb on his boxer. He groaned into her cunt to send another wave of pleasure as she bucked her hip.

“Ah, no, no.” He clicked his tongue after he pulled away from her cunt to put her hip down.

Miyo whines, lifts her head to try to frown at him.

Luis chuckled, securing her hip to stay where they were. “A good girl wouldn’t buck her hips.”

“Fuck…” she mumbles.

“Are you a good girl, princesa?” Luis tease, plants a kiss on her hip.

She struggled to admit it, a few inaudible were heard but Luis smirked.

“Hablame claro, amór. I can’t hear what mi princesa is saying.”

“I'm a good girl.” She said, groaning in frustration.

Luis hummed. “Are you? Will you behave once I’m done preparing you?”

“Yes, please, please.” She begged breathlessly.

He resumed back, his fingers were back inside as he added another digit. Feeling her wall tightly around his finger; he clicked his tongue of approval. “So eager, cariño. I love how your cunt behaves around my two fingers.”

Miyo's breath hitched as she felt his finger rub against her wall. Struggling to keep her hip down, it felt good, the wet sound that she made as he pumped his finger in and out was nothing but music to his ear. To see her body react to his touch, his voice, the heavyweight eyes stare at her. Luis couldn’t be even more proud each second to see his own lover melt in a pool of pleasure by him. Miyo gasped, breath was struggling in her lung; she threw her head back, mewling and sobbing of how good he is doing. Practically now begging to let her come as she felt the twisted feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Luis lifts his head to see his lover messed up by his own work. Flexing his arm as he picks up the pace, guiding his body to be in level of her as he leans into her ear.

“Good job, mi dulcena. You’re doing such a good job by behaving, would you like to come?”

Miyo opened her mouth, and couldn't find a word to say it as her mind blissed with only one thing. His finger, his hand, making her tremble of need to cum. Listening to how wet her cunt was making, and for what it seemed, she was able to speak through the pleasure.

“Yes, please, I—Ah..! I need to cum…!” She lingered her moan louder, swore she started to see stars, her head felt lighter.

Luis kissed her neck. “Cum for me, amór.”

Her wall tightened around his finger as she felt herself coming down hard on his finger. Miyo's leg trembles for the longest until it falls on the bed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly; Luis kissed her jawline as he pulled his finger away. The juice coated on his finger as he lifted it to his mouth and sucked it delicately.

“My, you taste good cariño.” He teases, smirking down at her.

Miyo whines, opening her eyes to find him.

He chuckled, leans in to give another, reassuring kiss. “Now, are you ready for the main course?”

She gulped as she nodded. “Go slow, okay?” She stuttered, he was able to pick an anxious voice in her voice.

Luis put his hand on her left cheek, gave a gentle stroke while he smiled gently. “Of course, we haven’t done this for so long. That is why I want to prepare for you. After all—”

He leaned in, planting another kiss on her lips.

“I would still picture myself taking your virginity.” Luis whispered, gaze his eyes into hers.

Miyo was flushed with a fluttering feeling. “I still remember how surprised I was when I saw you pure naked in front of me.”

Luis chuckles, he pushes him away to discard his remaining. He removed himself to be able unbuckle his belt and his pants along with the boxer. That shows where his precum was, Miyo shifts her gaze to see him cock. Her face flushed to see the length yet solid with a little curve of his cock. Not thin but surely not thick either, she was excited to see his cock again.

“Happy to see me, pequeña?” He teases, chuckled at her flush face.

Miyo knew she was caught but she tried to clear her throat. “Who said I am happy about it?”

He gave a sly smirk directly at her, as he went back to the bed and captured her kiss with a swift move. She can feel his hard, throbbing cock on her thigh, soon to be touching her labia. She gladly returned the kiss, looped her arm around his shoulder as he carefully teased her labia with the tip of his cock.

“Breath for me, amór.” He said in between kisses.

“Mhm.”

In ease, he put his cock inside of her. Feeling her wall stretching as he let out a groan, how her wall closed around him so tight, the wet helped slip right into fully. His cock was full inside as Miyo slightly hissed into the kiss, adjusting the size of his on her wall since it has been a long time; he had the urge to pound her due how good she felt vividly around his cock. Yet, he controls it, allowing her to adjust it before he can move. Luis opens half of his both eyelids to watch any discomfort on her face; Miyo moans breathless..

“Are you, fuck, okay?” He groaned, holding the weight from not crushing her.

She bucked her hip at him as she nodded. “You-You can move.”

Luis nodded, began to move his hip, watching his cock slip out and back in as her wall once again accepted his cock inside. The tense was dismissed to comfort and pleasure as Miyo moaned for his name, several times as Luis suddenly started to be vocal. It felt good, too good to be inside of her as he picked up the pace; guide her leg around his hip as he practically was pounding her inside. The wet skin contact with skin, the rattling of bed shake and two vocal fills in the warm atmosphere.

He rests his forehead against her while maintaining eye contact. Their gaze grew heavier as their breath grew warmer, Miyo held his face while he held her hips. Digging his nail into her skin, marking her of his with the nail. Luis then thought of a way to bring more pleasure as he grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and put it beneath her waist. To adjust the height for easier for him to slide in, to bring out the pleasure. She gasped in surprise to see this outstanding move coming out from him. Surely, he never fails to amaze her, time and time again. He let out a small growl, calling her name so many times.

“Ah, Dulcena, you feel so good. So, fuck, made well for me.” He groaned, a hint of praise.

There was a burst of need to praise him, Miyo moaned softly as she smiled at him. Her face was full of pleasure but happiness as tears formed in her eyes.

“You’re doing such a good job, amór.” She panted in each thrust he gave.

Luis looks at her with his eyes of lust and love. He thrust slows down the pace as he leans in to listen to her. Something inside of him just broke, this type of her praising him turned him on.

“Fuck, So good Luis. Your cock fits so—ah—well inside of me. Please, more baby, more. Right there, ah!” She moans between his thrust, feeling the tip of his cock kissing her cervix.

“Right here?” He groaned, smirking wolfish as he slammed hard.

She gasped, let out a moan. “Yes! Right there!”

It was music, her squeal, her mewls making him thrust grew sloopier. They were near, so close. Luis groaned, feeling his cock twitched, desperate in need to paint on her walls.

“Mi vida, oh, I’m so close. Where do you, fuck, want it?”

Miyo once again starts to see stars in her eyes. “Inside me, please!”

He locked his jaw tight, he was able to make sentences. “But, oh god, you’ll-“

“-It’s okay, fuck, I’m on pills. Luis, please, please.”

He nodded, slamming her inside. She can feel his balls slapping her ass; Luis let go her hip as he placed both forearms between her head, looking down as he struggled to open his eyes. “Cum together, amór.”

She ran her hand on his back, digging her nail into his skin to withdraw some blood out. Luis know is gonna be there by next day, yet, he doesn’t care. He focuses on hitting the same spot to drive them both to the climax. He groaned, along with growling. He is close, so close; the look she put on her face was a sight that he will never forget.

“Oh fuck!—Miyo!” He curses.

“Luis!” She shut her eyes after felt her orgasm hit hard.

Both rode to their climax, she felt his cock milking every bit inside of her wall. Warm feeling of his seed but it was satisfying to come. Despite Luis coming inside, he still remained on top of her without crushing her. The air was filled with nothing but sweat and sex, giving a few minutes before he can pull out his cock. As he did, some of his sperm leaked out of her cunt, a small moan slipped out from her as Luis fell on her side. The two try to catch their breath but he secures his arm around her to pull him in. Both exchanged bodies heats. His thumb gently rubbed her shoulder as he cleared his throat.

“Did I go a little too hard?” He mumbles, trying to find any discomfort or unsatisfaction from her face.

But he only saw an afterglow from her, a smile spreading on her face as she carelessly stroked his chest. The spot where he was stabbed, the same spot where she risked herself to get him into the lab to save his life. “No, it was wonderful Luis.”

Luis grinned, showered her with his soft kisses. “Good, I don’t know what made you praise me like that. Dios, I thought I was gonna lose it.”

She hummed silently, Miyo tried to move her leg but as soon she realized, she let out a groan. “Luis, I can’t feel my legs!”

Luis laughed as he grabbed her thigh, knowing how overstimulated she is feeling at the moment, tangling with his leg. “That, mi dulcena, was part of the plan.”

She scoffed. “I bet you are proud.”

“Oh I am, I got you to scream my name again? hm?”

Miyo rolled her eyes, couldn’t hold back the smile. “A point for Luis, ladies and gentlemen.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arm on her lower back. Luis immediately planted a soft kiss on her lip. “How about we go take a shower, are you hungry?”

“What are you in the mood for?” She asks, lift her hand to his neck then to his cheek.

“Maybe we can cook together, like a nice, wonderful dinner?”

“I got you, amór.” She gave him a kiss.

He grinned. “I’ll go warm up the bath and come get you, sounds like a date to me.”

“You remember it?”

“Well of course, you saved me, remember? I owe you a date.” He explained, circling his thumb on her skin.

She shudders slightly. “I guess this was also your plan?”

“No, not even. It was more-“ he paused to figure out a correct sentence to complete it. “Well, it was more I wanted you back for the longest.”

Miyo smiles softly. “I love you, Luis.”

He felt his heart swell to hear those words coming out from her. Luis smiled back, leaning to capture her lips once more. “And I love you too, Miyo. Por simpre.”

[crosby-interesting]

Leon buying a house next door to Mcdavid is weird. Not in a gay way. It’s weird in a codependent attachment way. no person let alone grown man should be that attached to remaining in the shadow of another man that they feel the urge to buy a holiday house nextdoor. They are with each other EVERYDAY for 6+ months out of the year. Is a summer break spent with your fiancé or family too much to fucking handle? Does he not want to spend break in Germany the place HE said he will move back to when he retires? He needs to spend summer with his coworker that he just saw everyday and traveled across the country with for months? Can his legs not move to train themselves unless he has Mc Jesus by his side? It’s not normal. It wasn’t normal when Nathan did it to Sidney and whoever the fuck has done it before. It’s a weird idolization. Notice Nathan brings up Sidney every chance he gets, and even said he had luck to win the cup from staying in 87 hotel room. Even the sponsors notice this obsession and the Tim Horton commercial is filmed together annually. Nathan said he will only to it with Sidney. Once again, not gay intentions, but a clearly actions stemming from an infatuation due to lack of individual identity. Notice how Crosby doesn’t give af because he’s generally a laid back guy, same as Mcdavid. but you have Leon and Nathan making sure to mention “he’s my best friend” every chance they get as if it’s relevant information that applies to the conversation at hand. But let’s be clear the obsession is one sided, in both of these friendships. Once again Mcdavid didn’t have Leon as a best man, yet Leon bought a house next to his. LOL. Connor clearly doesn’t mind Leon’s infatuation as long as it keeps him busy enough from Lauren having her phone in his face making him pose for instagram pictures with that damn dog. (jk the dog is cute) ..No Leon doesn’t want to be Connor’s boyfriend, Yes Leon wants to be apart of every moment of Connors life because he lacks secure individuality. That’s probably why he agreed to date Celeste, after all Lauren was her best friend and set them up, Leon initially probably saw it as a perfect way to be better connected to Connor’s world-and it explains the disinterest Leon has with Celeste. It’s all just my random theory anyway. A non romantic one sided obsession.

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I have mixed feelings about Leon's actions so far let's see how it will be in practice yes, he will want to go home to Germany, but having real estate in his wife's homeland is not such an absurd idea probably Celeste chose this house more for her own interests, besides, in the summer, players participate in private training camps with coaches in Toronto or LA, and buying a house there is quite reasonable from my point of view Ovi and Orlov also have apartments next door in Miami, but their wives vacationed there more (besides, real estate is an investment)

on the path to victory all means are fair I even wonder if their common life will help them win at least one Stanley Cup

[kachimera]

celia, arikado, leon, sara for the bingo 👁️👁️

Celia

Oh what a mess of a woman. I know it's more of a writing flaw but i adore how she switches between being a threatening villain to the most incompetent moron ever (seriously girl you fake murder Dracula's reimcarnation's crush and you expect him to not instantly murder you? Fr?). Plus depending on the source she either is legit indoctrinated in her cult's beliefs which gives her a sad facet or she has the more selfish purpose of preserving her own dark magic (and what do i say? I can make both work. I think). Plus the way it can be implied that she might have contact n even collaboration w Arikado makes it better (sorry for the ppl reading this but yes it works i swear im not insane). Go silly gal go! Play Machiavellian schemes with the literal son of the dark lord and underestimate your enemy!

Arikado

Oh boi and talking abt Arikado; the common idea of a grown up n stable Alucard finding stability after "ending" the cycle is fine and all, but the implication from his AoS n DoS behaviour that he is in a terrible mental state and unable to let go of the cycle? Beautiful. Amazing. Need me more of that. He's this beautiful mini reflection of the revenge cycle, and after living through it, with the goal of murdering his own father, for so long, and having it as his sole purpose, it has devoured him n broken him. And he now wants to take control of it with his own hands, is showing both the worst behaviour of both his father AND the Belmonts (haha SotN parallels w Richter) and might end up making matters worse :) (I blame you for indoctrinating me into the neg character arc Alu, thank u) Anyways someone force this poor moron to take vacations before he loses it

Leon

THE HIM. MY BABY BOI. I love his honor n morals and how he chooses them in the face of great suffering. His bravery and impulsiveness. How he's sassy can fall into black n white thinking. How loyal he is to those close to him and how much he cares. The balance between his own feeling n his morals. The parallels w Mathias n Sara n Rinaldo. And just hmmmgjsgkwkgd my poor boi

I can't decide if i want him to recover from the LoI events or if I want him to be consumed by his traumas and thirst for revenge but in any case he goes into the blender *puts him into a sock w stones and smacks him against the walls multiple times*

Also, salt warning here but i feel like fandom either exaggerates his neg traits and acts like Mathias descent into madness ("hello church can i abandon our very important military campaign to be at home w my best friend. He needs cuddles n emotional support that will surely fix him. No it's not gay dont worry. Thanks :)"), Sara getting sealed into the VK (which she insisted on and convinced him despite his initial refusal) n the Belmont clan's burden (he did got them into monster hunting w the whip but there's no way he knew how bad things were gonna get) were all 100% his very well informed fault; Or makes him into an idiot sunshine boi who doesn't knows what death is (he's an undefeated warrior with a who knows how large body count) can't think or lead (he maintained the company undefeated during Mathias' illness) and a perfect innocent n easy to manipulate uke for his sexy older seme (I'm not saying they canonically fucked you can perfectly interpret their relationship as 100% platonic or having something but deciding to respect their girls or etc etc. But if they did the nasty then he had to rail Mathias at least a couple of times). I admit im veeery biased and picky regarding this balance but still. He has facets i say

Sara

Yes my anger girl. Let her commit crimes. I wanna write a post abt her but to resume i love her as a symbol of destroyed innocence (ha). A sweet gal who did helped everyone and was good n nice and disliked violence only to have her life ruined in so many ways that her inner frustration blooms into a divine wrath n bloodthirst. Like i said before I adore her relationship w Leon and how they made eachother better n then worse :). Plus, the manual describes her as strong hearted! She obviously loved Leon n was happy to see him! sacrificed her life in order to not turn into a vampire and instead stop Walter from harming more innocents! She has agency and her choice was crucial not only for Mathias convoluted plan but for the whole cycle. (Ppl stop forcing the "boring 100% sweet harmless never angry gal who always got dragged around by men as an object" archetype on her challenge. Yes i used to be like that but i got gud. If i can recover so others can)

And then she had to see how Mathias betrayed her n Leon and then tried to take him, and dealt w the mess that post-canon Leon was, both together but separated, furious and crushed on the other's behalf, until his death :). AND then she had to wait hundreds of years to avenge him only to have to kill the same bastard over and over and over again. Mix in vampire corruption and you have a caring but toxic Belmont Matriarch/Whip stuck in the cycle. So yea let her have negative emotions and commit crimes (Sorry John).

[ovaryacted]

Very off topic but here's a convo I had with my bsf yesterday

Yes, Leon Kennedy is one of those five men.

She just doesn't get it :(

LMFAOOOOOOOOOO this made me chuckle at work.

My best friend of years tells me the same thing. Mind you, I’ve been bugging her about Leon for literally months and every time I say something along the lines of “I miss my boyfriend” she tells me “you mean that white man on the screen?”. It cracks me up, but she won’t entertain my delusions anymore. Makes me sad. Like why happened to friendship? What happened to unity? What happened to trust? Its so hard being delusional in this world smh. 😔💔

Good thing I have another close friend that tells me I’m gonna find my Leon Kennedy lookalike in 2 years when I’m on vacation so. I’ll show everyone that delusion wins. IDC! I WILL GET HIM!

[shions-new-blog-of-stuff]

"Soft Touch Prompts (Hands/Arms)"

General Audiences, Canon x OC, Alcohol/Drinking Warning Featuring: Leon and Catherine @lottathoughts @squashfics @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess @cilantro24 @hip2bescaredxo @allen-444 @likesugarandcyanide @residentdreamy @leonwifey

@oreo-leon IT'S KARAOKE NIGHT, Y'ALL! It's the third day Leon has spent his vacation visiting Catherine. The first day was unpacking, and the second taking in the sights of the town--with ending the night at the Stone Grove for karaoke, of course.

The Stone Grove, Friday night, 9:45pm.

The clipboard with a list of people wanting their turn at the karoke machine had finally been passed to Leon. The place echoed with clattering utensils, chatter, and music. Catherine, dressed in a coral blouse and matching culotte pants, Leon in a simple navy blue shirt, leather jacket, and jeans, looked at him with a huge grin.

"I dunno…" Leon said quietly. "Maybe I would have done this back in the day, after leaving the academy…"

"Um…" Catherine replied, "You don't have to if you don't want."

You're here to have fun, Leon thought. No missions, no BOW bullshit, no calls.

"…Gimme a few minutes, you go have fun up there sweetheart," Leon said, giving Catherine's hand a gentle squeeze.

Catherine nodded and scribbled something on the clipboard, passing it to the next person.

The Stone Grove, Friday night, 10:14pm.

The MC, microphone in hand and wearing a tacky shirt with a tuxedo printed on the front, waved his hand. "Aaaand we have one of our regulars, Cathy! Bustin' out with some Depeche Mode tonnnniiiighht!"

Several people whistled and clapped; Leon included.

Catherine swayed back and forth, completely in the flow of the synth-pop song blaring from the machine.

🎶I'm taking a ride with my best friend I hope he never lets me down again He knows where he's taking me Taking me where I want to be I'm taking a ride with my best friend🎶

Leon sipped on his glass of whiskey, smiling as he realized he was tapping his foot to the beat.

Catherine's eyes locked with his briefly, and she gave him a playful wink.

🎶We're flying high We're watching the world pass us by Never want to come down Never want to put my feet back down on the ground🎶

Eventually, the song ended, Catherine gave a bow as the sounds of scattered clapping filled the space. Walking back to the bar seats, she saw Leon had the clipboard again and he was turning the pages of the thick binder filled with lists of available songs.

She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Find anything good?"

"Yeah, one I haven't heard in years, and.." Leon tilted his head slightly. "How 'bout we make it a duet?"

"It's not one?"

Leon pointed to the song in the list. "No. Does it have to?"

Catherine nodded, happy to see him in lighter spirits. "Oh, yes. Very 80s. Let's do it!"

The Stone Grove, Friday night, midnight.

Leon and Catherine stood on stage together, tipsy, which showed in their attempts at dancing along. Catherine is NEVER one to say no to anything by Peter Gabriel.

[Catherine] 🎶The place where I come from Is a small town They think so small They use small words But not me I'm smarter than that I worked it out I've been stretching my mouth To let those big words come right out🎶

[Leon] 🎶I've had enough I'm getting out To the city The big, big city I'll be a big noise With all the big boys So much stuff I will own🎶

[Catherine] 🎶And I will pray to a big god🎶

[Leon] 🎶As I kneel in the big church🎶

[Catherine and Leon] 🎶(Big time) I'm on my way, I'm making it (Big time) Oh, yes (Big time) I've got to make it show, yeah (Big time) (Big time) So much larger than life (Big time) I'm gonna watch it growing (Big time)🎶

When the song ended, the room erupted with cheers, laughter, whistling, and clapping. Catherine bowed while Leon sheepishly waved.

A night with no nightmares, paperwork, or viruses creating chaos and abominations of nature.

Catherine fell asleep in the taxi ride back to her house, and Leon wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. Leon COULD have gone somewhere exotic, or just stayed at the house he owned but just barely lived in.

He felt bad having to wake her up (as she's the one with the house keys), but her warm gaze as they both passed out on the couch?

There's really no other place he'd rather be.

Song 1

Song 2

[bropunzeling]

discovering your girl leon tag. INCREDIBLE. i love her and her matthew and that whole verse, it’s soooo. she’s soooooo. that’s all i have, actually, i’m obsessed with her and happy to hear you might write more! no pressure but if you want to share, any scenes that you think about (whether you plan to write them or not)?

ahh thank you! she sure does live in my mind rent fucking free. some scenes/concepts that i think about constantly (and may write someday? if the spirit moves me):

first time meeting the rat fam and/or first rat family vacation. i LOVE family interactions and i think it would be fascinating to dig into. sibling stuff!!! wanting matthew's mom to like her (because he is a mama's boy. i have been shown the truth and i know this to be true). how she interacts with big walt, who has some different vibes from her own dad.

visiting st. louis/figuring out how to be boyfriend and girlfriend together as opposed to just, you know, clandestinely fucking

going to brady's big fancy wedding. matthew best man-ing it up while leon is awkwardly either (a) getting trapped in conversation with half the family or (b) sitting at a table full of senators hoping they're too wasted to guess why she's here

their courthouse elopement, because like, lbr, matthew has not NOT been thinking about marriage for a long fucking time because he is a romantic lil sap, but let's ALSO be real, leon took one look at brady's big fancy wedding and was like absolutely not. have i looked into missouri statutes on this to figure out how easily they could do this? yes i have.

the two of them having fun with nieces and nephews and being the fun uncle/aunt, which feeds directly into:

rat baby the first, aka lower body injury, aka goddammit i want fic where they put a baby in the cup and i can do what i want

[sinnabum45]

I remember that Leon wasn't mentally feeling well in Vendetta, & I got curious after I looked at your Parent Leon/Krauser AU art. Do you headcanon that Leon struggled with having thoughts/fears that he wasn't being a good father/good husband? How was Krauser doing when Vendetta was taking place? Also, I want to say that your art is awesome & it's ok to take your time to draw.

CW// mentions of pregnancy + non-canon plot

Yes! I still HC that Leon struggled a lot with his mental health especially when he found out that they were expecting a baby. I still don’t know how/ why Krauser is alive and free- If he was confined for a while and then “asked” to work for the DSO, it took a while for him and Leon to get on good terms again. Because of everything in the past, they both still feel guilt. I’d say both of them didn’t feel good enough for the other and their kid. It doesn’t really go away, but they learn to just do their best. (They also had to learn to at least communicate more with each other). They did have conversations about whether or not they should bring a child into their world with BOWs and evil people popping up all the time. Leon also was expecting during the events of RE6, so that was really hectic for everyone 😬

During Vendetta, I imagine that Leon’s vacation was with his family instead of drinking alone. There is a fanfic I read a while ago that is kinda like this, but a bit different after meeting Chris (I’m sorry, I don’t remember who wrote it and what it’s called 😭) They have their little baby, so Krauser probably stays behind to protect her. (Away from NYC) Krauser was upset that Leon had to go by himself tho 🥺

I’m sorry that this is all over the place— I hope it makes sense and answers your questions 😭💦 Thank you so much for asking tho!! And I’m glad you like my stuff and thank you for the kind words! 🥹💕💕