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stuckinthesun · 2 years ago

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How about Leon x reader one where Leon is a lot more experienced than reader and because of that and the whole Ada situation (with her just randomley appearing) she’s been putting off having sex with Leon.. Leon finally catches on and reassures her that she is all he wants and then they gave sex

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Yessss Ada angst is just *chefs kiss*

Ily ⭐️🫶

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, slight angst, p in v, soft dom!Leon, oral sex (fem receiving), mention of aftercare

wc: 2.3k

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You and Leon have been dating for a little over a year now, you love this man so much and you know he feels the same about you.

Even so, the two of you still haven’t had sex.

Honestly the two of you have barely done anything other than make out. There were a handful of times where you jacked him off while he rubbed your clit, but other than that, the two of you have done nothing together sexually.

Leon has tried to take the next step before, pull you into his lap while kissing you, rubbing your thighs or slipping his hands under your shirt. You always stopped him though, saying you weren’t ready or that you weren’t in the mood.

He was always a gentleman, saying that it was perfectly fine and that you guys would go at your pace. You were thankful, of course, but it also made you feel guilty.

The truth was, it’s not that you weren’t ready. God did you want that man to fuck you senseless, but you were scared you wouldn’t be good enough. You weren’t very experienced sexually, and you don’t want to sound like one of those girlfriends, but he is.

Leon has been very honest with you about his lack of a stable relationship before you. How he spent years just bed hopping and never settling down, especially with a reoccurring morally grey, red wearing, freelance agent.

So you were scared you wouldn’t be able to live up to his expectations, even though you knew logically that he didn’t have any.

Tonight had been one of these moments, the two of you were making out and Leon pulled you into his lap. His hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer, letting you feel just how hard he was.

You moaned but instinctively pulled away, feeling that small bit of panic building. Leon’s face instantly softened, but he also looked confused and it made you feel even more guilty than usual.

��Baby,” He started, tone soft, “You know I’m more than willing to wait until you’re comfortable to have sex, and I don’t want you to feel pressured by any means, but is it something I’m doing?”

A different type of panic filled you, “No! Oh my god, Leon no absolutely not! You’re perfect and probably really good at it and just, you’ve probably had sex with women who know exactly how to make you feel good and I’ve barely done anything and-“

Your rambling was cut off by Leon putting his hand over your mouth. You looked at him, not having even realized you were looking at your lap in your panic, and saw his look of confusion had deepened.

“Wait, so the reason you haven’t wanted to have sex is because you don’t think… you’ll be good enough at it for me?” Leon asked, saying the last part like it was painful.

Suddenly embarrassed and with his hand still over your mouth, all you could do was sheepishly nod.

“Oh, honey.” He immediately melted, moving his hand to cup your face and pull you down into a kiss. It was gentle this time and you gripped his t-shirt to ground yourself, your head spinning from the emotional whiplash.

“I love you,” Leon said the moment he pulled away from the kiss, making you smile.

“I love you too.”

“And it doesn’t matter if you’re bad in bed, which I don’t think you will be by the way,” He whispered the last part teasingly, making you blush and giggle, “but even if you are, it’s not a big deal because I love you and I just want to be with you, okay?”

“Leon-“

“Besides,” He cut you off by wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, causing you to yelp, “I don’t plan on making you do much of the work, anyway.”

You realized Leon was carrying you in the direction of your shared bedroom, making you squirm “Wait what? Leon-“

“Now that I know what the problem is, my love, I can fix it.” He said, walking into the room and gently setting you on the bed.

He knelt down in front of you and rubbed his hands along your thighs soothingly, “Can I show you how much I want you, and just you?”

You stared at him and he stared right back, his face telling you just how serious he was. In that moment for the first time you didn’t feel scared, you felt wanted.

“Yeah.” You nodded and Leon gave you the sweetest smile.

“Thank you baby,” He said, leaning up and kissing you again, just as sweetly as before.

This time when his hand’s started to slip under your shirt and push the fabric up, exposing your skin, you let him. You didn’t flinch or move away, instead you gasped a little into the kiss, causing him to smirk against you.

“So sensitive,” Leon teased, and you whined a little, pouting into the kiss, “It’s cute baby, don’t worry.”

Leon pulled away from you and slipped your shirt over your head, and both of you were glad you weren’t wearing a bra, having already changed into your pajamas.

Although the two of you haven’t had sex before, that doesn’t mean Leon hasn’t seen you naked. He has, multiple times actually, but this is the first time he’s seeing you naked in a sexual manner. Yes you guys have done touched each other in the past, but it was always with the lights off and clothes on. It was never like this, never something so intimate.

So when you brushed your hair out of your eyes and looked down to see Leon just staring at your chest, you immediately felt uncomfortable.

“Don’t stare,” You mumble, crossing your arms to cover yourself.

Leon blinks a few times and literally shakes his head a few times to snap himself out of whatever trance he was under, before looking at you face again with an embarrassed blush, “Sorry, you’re just really beautiful.”

Now you’re the one that’s blushing, you’re eyes widening. Flustered and embarrassed you huff and reach down, tugging at the collar of his shirt, “Your turn.”

“Okay okay, impatient much?” He teased before standing up and tugging his shirt off, tossing it across the room. You stare at his defined torso, sculpted from both the gym and hard work.

“You have no right to call me beautiful when you look like that.” You hadn’t actually meant to say it out loud, thinking you would be met with a teasing laugh. Instead you were flicked in the forehead.

“We really need to work on your confidence.” Leon huffed, looking at you with almost a sad look in his eyes.

You furrow your eyebrows and open your mouth to say something but he’s already gone back to playful, leaning down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and ask, “Now, do you think you can lay back on the bed for me pretty girl?”

You’re eyes widen at the pet name and you’re automatically nodding, making him smile, “Good, come on I’ll help you.”

He does, he gently lays your head against the pillows and presses kisses along your lips, cheeks, neck and collarbone as he does so. The further down his mouth travels the wetter the kisses become, making goosebumps appear on your skin and small moans escape your mouth.

“There you go princess, just relax.” Leon whispers against your stomach as his fingers slip into the waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly slipping them off.

“Fuck baby, already so wet for me.” He groaned and you couldn’t help but squirm a little as he practically peeled your panties away from your cunt.

You looked up when he leaned away from you, fully pulling your shorts and underwear off and tossing them without looking, fully focused on your dripping center. That alone had you rolling your hips against nothing, making Leon spread your legs and scoot further down the bed to settle between them, “I know baby, I know just keep your legs spread for me okay?”

His tongue licked a long wet stripe between your folds before you could even nod. You let out a loud moan, your hands instantly flying down to tangle in his hair. He groaned against you, the vibrations of his voice making you roll your hips against his face.

You’ve only ever had one guy go down on you and already Leon far surpassed him. You’re back arched as he circles your clit with his tongue before sucking on it, rolling it a little between his lips.

“F-fuck Leon.” You babble breathlessly, your head turning into the pillow.

He continues like that for a little longer until he moves lower, his tongue nudging your entrance until it’s inside of you. Almost immediately you feel that familiar coil in your abdomen, making you moan louder and pull at Leon’s hair, “I’m so close fuck please I’m gonna-“

With his tongue inside of you and his nose nudging your clit, while he moans likes he’s the one being pleasured, you cum hard. You’re back arches almost painfully and you pull him closer to you, riding out the best high of your life.

As you come down you have to pull Leon off of you, his tongue still thrusting inside of you, overstimulating you.

“Sorry baby,” He mumbled, and you get the feeling he isn’t actually sorry. You look down at him and his mouth and chin are completely covered in your slick, and it’s by far the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“You feeling okay?”

“Please fuck me.” You beg, reaching down to grab his face and yank him up to you, kissing him despite the mess, “Right now,”

“I planned to.” Leon smirked and gave you another quick kiss before standing up and stepping out of his sweatpants. He was already hard and leaking, and your eyes widened at the sight.

“You had me humping the bed like a teenager there baby, you sounded so hot.” He said reaching into his nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom.

When you raised an eyebrow at the little foil packet he just shrugged, “I like to be prepared.”

You watched as he ripped open the little packet and pulled the condom out, rolling onto his cock after giving it a few strokes.

Leon held his length in his hand, slowly sliding the head through your folds, gathering your slick and working you back up. Soon you were rolling your hips with him, the head of his cock massaging your clit.

“Read baby?” He asked, leaning down so your foreheads were touching.

“Yes.” You moaned, nodding against him.

Leon nodded and leaned back again, watching as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Fuuuuck,” Leon groaned as he watched the head pop inside. Your mouth opened on a silent scream, fists clutching the sheets tightly.

“Hold on to me baby, I’m right here.” Leon whispered, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him as he slid in more. “There you go princess, just stay with me.”

Once he was all the way inside he stopped moving, letting you adjust to the new feeling of him being inside of you. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had sex and the feeling was almost overwhelming.

You took some deep breath’s and tried to keep your body relaxed, trying to remember the pleasure from moments ago and not the pain of right now.

The pillow behind your head crinkles suddenly, and you crack an eye open to see Leon white knuckling it. All at once you’re aware of how much he’s twitching inside of you, how hard he’s breathing and his breathy little moans. He’s trying so hard not to move, and you can’t help but smile.

Maybe you really were worried for nothing.

You tilt your head to the side to whisper in his ear, “You can move.”

“Okay,” He says with a raspy voice and slowly starts to roll his hips, causing both of you to moan.

The rolls of his hips turn into thrusts and soon he has a rhythm, fucking into you with purpose. He almost immediately finds your sweet spot, hitting it every time, making you see stars and claw welts on his back.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good just like I imagined. So perfect, absolutely perfect like this on your back for me moaning my name.”

“L-Leon,” You moan exactly like he said, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer, deeper.

“S-shit baby I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” Leon groans into your neck, fucking into you erratically.

“Me too, fuck I’m gonna-“ You’re second orgasm is ripped from you without warning, making your eye’s roll and your legs shake.

“God!” The feeling of your walls tightening around him pulls Leon right along with you, his hips stuttering as he fills the condom.

He fucks both of you through your orgasms until it becomes too much, and he slowly pulls out of you before flopping down next to you on the bed.

The two of you lay there, panting and boneless, and you try not to think about the gross feeling of your slick drying between your legs.

“Wow.” You mumble, staring at the ceiling.

Leon chuckles, “Yeah, wow.”

You hear what sounds like him pulling off the condom but you’re too exhausted to actually sit up and look.

It’s okay though, because suddenly Leon is leaning next to you, head resting on his arm and and a smile on his face, “So, did that help your worries?”

You turn your head a little too face him and give him a small smile, “Yeah, thank you.”

“Of course, my love.” Leon beamed, leaning down to kiss you, “Now why don’t I run us a bath, hmm?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

This might be my best one yet🤔

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 1 year ago

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Everybody loves somebody 🫀

RE6!Leon S. Kennedy x wife!reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for older Leon!! I recommend you listen to 'Everybody loves somebody' by Dean Martin as this fic is based around that song. This is a birthday present for my dear friend @vampkennedy ! Happy Birthday, Raf ❤️

~Fi 🐝

Warnings: so much fluff, it's actually disgusting, so fucking sappy, how dare they be so in love, maybe like a smidge of angst, get your tissues ready

Word count: 2.8k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The dimly lit room was filled not only with warmth, but with love. The love you held so deeply in every crevice of your heart, just for him. Your heart and soul were his entirely, there was no power that could change that. You loved him so fully, like you had never loved anyone before. No one could could compare to him, let only the love he had for you, too.

Every moment with him felt like a waltz, a graceful dance through the warmly illuminated walls of the castle that were your bound hearts. You were almost floating, his grip on you never wavering, and neither was yours. How two humans could hold each other so tightly, yet so incredibly lovingly at the same time was a mystery to you- until you met him. He opened doors you didn't know existed, holding the key in his hands.

He made your chest feel tight with the amount of affection and adoration you harbored in your heart. The gentleness he had about him, so soft it made you melt like honey, was only for you. You were the only one to see it, to hear it. To feel it. Leon was a rough man- tattered around the edges, cold and stoic, but he was nothing but warming and smooth around you. Like all of his doubts, flaws, whatever it was, just vanished the second you were in his vicinity.

There was no feeling greater than having him hold you, your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat, while you just lay there in silence. But it was never really silent. Your love was beyond words, no matter how quiet it was, words of praise and affection always lingered. His hand in yours never failed to remind you of your connected souls.

Deeply intertwined, roots tightly woven around each other like an ancient tree that would stand forever more and never falter. You lifted each other up, two forces that couldn't exist without one another. And you never, ever had to. He'd always be with you and you with him, no matter what might come or what challenges you'll face. You were his, and he was yours.

You recalled your years together, a smile sitting on your cheeks. It was your 5 year anniversary as a married couple. Marrying him was one of the best opportunities you'd ever gotten, and you would do it again in a heartbeat. It was a decision you would never second guess, how could you, when you were so lucky? You could still see it- like it had only happened yesterday.

The nervous look in his eyes, the way he fiddled with his hands. The soft and gentle, sometimes awkward, rookie you fell in love with still lingered deep within him, even if he'd never admit it. But once you made your way down the aisle, all his worries were gone. He couldn't contain the tears that cascaded down his face as the reality finally caught up to him. He would marry you. He would be your husband, your best friend, and whatever else you needed him to be.

The truth was, Leon couldn't wait to feel the coolness of your wedding ring against his stubbly cheek or the warmth of you pressed against him in the early morning hours. He couldn't wait to come home to you, his wife. God, that word made him all warm and fuzzy inside. He had actually beaten the odds and got his happy ending. You were his happy ending, and he would be grateful for you until the fates decided his time was up.

And even then, he'd play the role of Oprheus to get you, his muse, his Eurydice, back from the depths of the Underworld. He'd play the fool if he had to, all for you. Always for you.

You stood in the kitchen, the heat of the oven and stove making small droplets of sweat roll down your skin. The dinner that was boiling on the stove enveloped the room in aromatics and savory smells. It was a favorite of Leon's, a little surprise you were preparing. You used to go to fancy restaurants and other over the top anniversary activities, but ultimately this is was where you felt the most comfortable.

A nice candle lit meal in your shared home was more than enough to satisfy you heart. So you stood here, one hand on your hip, the other stirring the pot with a wooden spoon. You were humming a tune- whatever was on the radio at the moment. Still in your comfy clothes, you turned off the heat to let the dinner simmer. You'd planned to dress up a little- just because you were at home didn't mean you couldn't doll yourself up a bit.

You made your way to your shared bedroom, laying out the dress you'd picked and some jewelry. Now that you think of it, you hadn't seen Leon in a suit in a while. He always looked so good, distinguished, put together. It made a small frown creep onto your face. You rummaged through his side of the closet, seeing whether he still had that one suit that you loved.

Sadly, it was nowhere to be found. You figured he probably sold it or gave it to a friend. He never really wore it, after all. You could always buy him a new one, maybe as a christmas gift. There were definitely occasions where a well tailored suit would come in handy, and maybe you could convince him to wear it just a little more often, just for you. He'd do just about anything you asked, which you sometimes used to your advantage.

You'd give this a little more thought another day, for right now there more important things to worry about. Like would he be home in time, or would you have to spend your wedding anniversary alone? Would be hurt, and if so, how badly? You shook those thoughts away. He was careful. He always was, and you assumed he took extra caution for today. He would always come back to you.

You began getting dressed, he would be home soon, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. God, 5 years. What a number. It felt like you've barely been married for more than a week, still in the honeymoon phase, and at the same time you could've sworn you've been together for a lifetime. Time does fly when you're happy. Truly happy.

You heard the jingling of keys and the click of the doorknob turning. Followed by a rustle of various unidentifiable items and heavy steps on the floor. "Honey? I'm home!" rang out his beautiful voice. It made your heart beat higher, just how domestic that phrase was. You walked towards the noise, checking on the food on your way.

You were about to say something, but when you laid eyes on him, all words left you. He stood there, in the suit you had looked for earlier, hair slightly slicked back, with a pretty tie around his neck. "I see we both had the same idea," he smiled, walking over to you and wrapping your still stunned form in a hug. "Happy 5 years, baby." Leon whispered in your ear, then placing a sweet kiss on your neck.

The stubble on his face made a shiver run up your spine when it touched your skin. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart." You replied, gently caressing his cheek. Leon captured your lips in a passionate kiss, pulling you closer by your waist while your hand was on his cheek and your other arm draped around his neck.

"God, you're gorgeous, look at you," he mumbled after pulling away, his eyes looking over you and admiring what he saw in front of him, lips lightly stained by your lipstick. You chuckled lovingly. "Thank you, love. You look so handsome in that suit. When did you have time to change?" You asked, your hand resting on his chest and slightly toying with the lapel of his jacket.

He was at work today, which usually got pretty bloody and grimey, yet he was here looking like a Hollywood star. Clean and smelling of that irresistibly cologne of his. "Well, showers do exist. Not to mention that a quick stop at a motel to get ready for my special lady is 100% worth the ass kicking I'll get tomorrow." He explained with a grin.

"You left early? Leon-" he stopped what was about to be a worried lecture with a finger to your lips. "I won't hear it, not today. Today s'just about you and me, baby." He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You returned an equally soft smile. "You're right, Honey. Dinner's ready,"

"You made dinner too? Here I was, thinking this was my anniversary present," he smirked, looking you over. Playfully rolling your eyes, you plated everything, Leon closely watching from over your shoulder. You'd set the table earlier today, nothing too extravagant, just a simple tablecloth, the fine silverware, and some candles.

"That smells and looks amazing, baby." He muttered, his arms wrapped around your waist. "S'your favorite," you smiled, awkwardly moving around in his arms to get everything ready. "You're perfect." He mumbled against your shoulder, placing soft kisses on your exposed skin. Your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat. Even after all those years together, his compliments still made your heart soar.

You let out a breathy chuckle. "I don't know about perfect-" you were quickly interrupted by Leon gently turning your head and pressing a kiss to your lips. "But I know. You're perfect, end of discussion." He smirked. "Alright, alright, I'll take your word for it." You giggled, continuing with your task. He hummed in satisfaction, letting his lips graze over your hair.

He let go of you at some point, though reluctantly, he seated himself at the dining table as you served dinner. You ate and chatted, laughing and enjoying yourselves. The atmosphere that you two created drenched the room in love and affection, and a heartfelt symphony of your giggles.

"That was delicious, sweetheart," Leon sighed, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Good. I spent all day on that damned chocolate souffle!"

He laughed, taking your hand in his. "It was worth it, but..," he trailed off, making you raise an eyebrow,"I had a different dessert in mind." He grinned, stroking your knuckles. "Oh, don't worry. I'm sure your lovely wife would agree to that if you asked nicely," you smiled sweetly. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, letting go of your hand. "I'll keep that in mind." He said in a low tone, a certain look in his eyes.

The radio was playing in the background, it was set on an oldie channel that you liked listening to while cooking. The soft tunes of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and The Mills Brothers were echoing through the room, the candles in the middle of the table flickering. "I should get started on the dishes," you said softly, getting up from your seat. Leon immediately leaned forward, quickly grabbing your forearm across the table to stop you.

"No, no, no, sweetheart, sit back down." He ordered gently, pulling you back into your chair. "Honey, the kitchen is a mess-"

"I don't care. It's our anniversary. Relax for once, baby," he asked of you, a pleading look in his eyes, the grip he had on your arm softening. A guilty feeling washed over you. You had the habit of running around like a headless chicken sometimes, trying to get as much done as possible.

"M'sorry. I guess I just want everything to be... perfect." You muttered, avoiding his gaze. His brows pulled together, in worry or out of empathy, you didn't know. "It's more than perfect, Darling. Please just enjoy today. Enjoy us. It's been five years since I watched you walk down the aisle, can you believe that?" He chuckled softly, his thumb stroking over your skin. He couldn't even believe it. How did he get so lucky? It was a mystery to him, but god, he was so incredibly grateful.

He never thought he'd ever have this. And somedays, he was anxious, just waiting for everything to vanish, slipping from his grasp. Nothing brings him more comfort on those days than to hold you and remind himself that you're here, with him because you chose to, and that you would never leave. "God, I know. What a perfect day that was, huh?" You sighed, the corners of your mouth turning upwards. There was shimmer in his eyes, a light of pure joy, just like on that very day. Some things never change.

Leon hummed softly in response knowing that no words would do justice to how he felt back then. You sat in the comfortable silence for a while, occasionally catching each others' gaze, which was then met with a loving smile while your fingertips brushed as your hands rested on the table. The radio was still playing softly in the kitchen, the gentle tunes filling the room perfectly.

You perked up, your brows raising once you heard the fluttering melody of one of you favorites; Everybody loves somebody. In turn, Leon's brows scrunched together in confusion. You got up with a smile on your face, if his face would allow it, his brows would furrow even further as you did so silently. "Honey, what are you-" you interrupted him by pulling him out of his chair wordlessly and dragging him to the middle of your livingroom where your hands settled on his chest.

His expression softened once he realized what was happening. You wanted to dance with him. His heart swelled, to have you wanting to do something so intimate and romantic with him. It was a bit silly since you've been married for so long but you never failed to touch his heart. His hands found your waist and gently pulled you closer to him, but you were never close enough for his taste.

You started swaying to the rhythm, the hands that were previously on his chest now resting near the back of his shoulders. Leon matched your rythym, holding you tightly while moving the both of you to the melody. He looked so good. The dim light of the room hitting his features so perfectly. They way he looked at you so adoringly made your cheeks flush.

"You know, I listened to this song on my 17th birthday, wondering when my sometime and where my someplace would be...," you began softly, the gentle smile on his lips prompting you to keep going," and, well, my sometime is now. My someplace is right here, with you, in your arms. Words cannot describe how much I love you. You make my heart sing, Leon." You smiled, placing a hand on his cheek.

His eyes widened slightly and you could feel him stiffen at your confession, but he never stopped swaying you. The way his name fell from your lips in such a truly loving way made his heart beat out of his chest. A sheen of tears glistened in his baby blues, his brows pulled together and you could feel him lean into your touch.

"I love you. God, I love you so much." He sighed, a slight tremble in his usually so confident tone as he placed his forehead against yours. "I love you more." You whispered, your warm breath fanning over his lips. Your nose brushed against his before you pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss. Your lips set his heart aflame, just like they'd done so many times before.

Although searing, the kiss didn't lack passion. Leon couldn't help but groan against your lips, wrapping his arms fully around you and holding you close. You made him feel so loved, like he never had. God, if he could carve out his lovesick heart and serve it to you on a silver platter, he would. A broken sigh escaped him as he metled into you. The sound rumbled in his throat, sending vibrations through your skin.

You only pulled away when you felt a small, wet drop met your hand. You were breathless, the kiss took all the air from your lungs. Looking up at him, you saw something incredibly precious. He was crying. He loved you so much and was completely overwhelmed by your affection that he was crying. You gently wiped the tear with your thumb before caressing his stubbly cheek. "Don't cry, my love." You cooed, making him let out broken cries.

"Shhh.. I'll kiss all your tears away, I promise you that." You whispered with a small smile, pressing gentle kisses on his cheeks. You could taste the saltiness of his tears on your tongue. "I'll love you forever." He mumbled, brushing a piece of hair out of your face, a small smile tugging at his lips. "So will I." Your head fell forward against his chest, his head resting on top of yours. You closed your eyes, sighing contently. As you listened to his steady heartbeat, one thing became crystal clear to you. You've never been so sure about something.

Now was your sometime, this was your someplace and he was your someone.

This was where you belonged.

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I hope you have a lovely day, Raf!<3

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leonw4nter · 6 months ago

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hello ! i REALLY love your writing style !! 💘 i was wondering if i could request a leon fic where it is set in medieval times. i was thinking about where the reader and leon was on a romantic boat ride? the one just like from the movie tangled where flynn and rapunzel decided to take a boat ride under the flying lanterns? i think it would be too cute for that kind of scenario ❤️ ty!!

I See The Light

Knight!RE4R!Leon x GN!Reader AU

Leon trades his usual day of training and standing on his guard’s post for a scene of music and flowers alongside you, strolling along tree-lined streets as he holds your hand; the gentle pressure of his calloused fingers against your knuckles is a grounding sensation, keeping you anchored to this shared moment of peace with your lover. The subtle squeeze of his palms encasing your hand sent waves of reassurance that he will be here to stay for the years to come, to endure the passing of time alongside you. He hears your twinkling voice, practically seeing a small smile in your lips as you discuss what it could possibly feel like if one could float; your eyes were squinted and sparkly, like sun-lit waters of a relatively calm ocean; each gust of a breath expelled with every laugh of yours causes his heart to feel as if the wind lifts it closer to heaven. He nods to your words, the rest of the world fading away the more he listens to you. How funny that you rambled on and on about wanting to float, to feel the wind push your hair back for you as you felt the sky on the tips of your fingers, and Leon could describe the overwhelming sensation you trigger from him as floating; floating, but not drifting away from you. Your presence wields an imperceivable, powerful force that links him to you as the world around him swirls in a blur of greens, blues, pinks, and browns yet he is fixated on you and you alone. He cannot deny the force of his physical attraction towards you but you have given him a chance to peer beyond every smile and frown, to swim in the vast ocean of your dreams and fears; that is more than enough to captivate him fully, more than any external charm.

Your rambling had halted, much to Leon’s slight disappointment, when the purple and yellow banners overhead came into view. Just like the banners, everything else was in purple and yellow, adorned with an intricate illustration of the kingdom’s sun emblem. The children’s laughter and songs breathed life into the air of the festivity, hands dirtied with colorful chalks as they doodled on the stony ground while some played or braided hair. The center of the village is a marvel of pansies and zinnias as butterflies flit from one blossom to another, wings shimmering as iridescent film catches the sun’s golden ray. Stalls were overflowing with daffodils, daisies, and sunflowers; archways and trellis were hung with garlands of wisteria; flower crowns of various flora adorned the heads of villagers. The perfume-like fragrances of the flowers mingled with the cool air to a degree that did not overwhelm one’s sense of smell. Decorated carts peddled sweet and savory treats for cheap, some of them followed by long lines of patrons eager to have a bite. Leon sniffed a whiff of cinnamon and apples in the air, eyes immediately scanning the crowd for the source of the delightful aroma; he knew you liked apple pastries or any treat with apples and he intended on giving you just that. Spotting a small cart run by some children, he squeezed your hand to get your attention.

“My dove, how does an apple and cinnamon fritter sound?” He softly asks with an eager smile.

You light up at the proposition of a snack, forgetting the call of your empty stomach pleading for a meal; you were far too busy admiring the sights around you… maybe also distracted by the work of art whose hand is entwined with yours, stealing momentary glances when his eyes were not fixated on you.

“It sounds perfect,” you breathed. “Where are you going to get it?”

He gestures to the small stall up ahead; a wooden cart with large red wheels, the faded red paint chipping away to reveal the wood it concealed. Child-like doodles of apples and small brown lumps adorn the body of the cart.

“There,” he says. You nod and he leads the way, occasionally looking back at you to check if you’re still trailing behind him.

While his gaze is trained elsewhere aside from you (a rare instance for this day), you take the time to admire the back of your mon nounours. He stood tall and imposing, exuding an aura of strength and resiliency despite having shed the silver plate of armor he is usually spotted donning; his blond hair reflected the almost-setting sun, casting a sheen that can be likened to a halo. The fit of his black tunic accentuated the ripples and lines of his back, muscles earned through several years of rigorous training and exercise. His vest accentuated the tapering of his waist, a perfect curve meant for your hands to perch upon. The fabric of his garments moved with him in each step, revealing the confidence and fluidity of a skilled knight even without protective metal plates. Soon, you two stand in front of the humble stall. You admire the array of different apple snacks besides the fritters you set your sights on– apple tarts, small apple cakes, apple pies, and apple bread.

“How much will 6 of the apple fritters cost?” He asks, a hand reaching for a pouch he kept on the inside of his vest.

A little girl hops off of the small stool she sat on, attending to Leon’s query. “It’ll be 6 silver pennies.”

“I’ll have 6 of those then,” he decides. You’ve shifted your hold on him, a hand now linked near the crook of his arm.

The slightly stronger cooling wind swept Leon’s dirty blond fringe, tresses slowly resembling a bird’s nest atop his head. Flowers swayed delicately like dances in colorful skirts and eccentric hats; trees and grass rustle softly, a soothing symphony harmonizing with the whispers of the wind. The blond knight beside you kept a hand over his hair, strands now tousled into a disarray.

The child takes the steamier fritters and places them inside a small pouch, counting and making sure to choose the best and tastiest-looking ones. She finishes up, standing on her tiptoes to hand your lover the treat, while Leon places his fees on her tiny palm. She giggles, gaze occasionally glancing at his hair. You pick up on this, bending down to the kid’s level with a wicked grin.

“There is a wildness to his hair, right?” you quietly ask before she nods in agreement.

“It resembles a lion’s windswept mane,” she added with a grin. Leon huffed, trying to flatten the disarrayed tangle.

“I think it’s alright, my love. Do you not like it when my hair is this way?” Leon asked, a little self-conscious now.

“Yes, I do love it mon nounours. You look less�� standoffish. Less unapproachable. But I take it that it bothers you slightly.”

He nods, a silent affirmation to your statement of his hair slightly bothering him. Thinner strands have already poked his eye, causing them to slightly water.

“My sisters and I know how to weave crowns like those,” the little shop girl gestures to the passersby with crowns of flora. “We can weave you one quickly to keep your hair away from your face. We will not charge.”

Your face lights up at the proposition, tugging on Leon’s arm a little tighter now. He looks a little embarrassed, looking elsewhere as a burst of pink manifests itself on the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You give him a pleading look, pushing your bottom lip into an exaggerated pout.

“Love, please? It sounds lovely, we can properly blend in with the rest of the kingdom! You will look lovely, I assure you. And besides, don’t the little girls sound adorable?”

Leon sighs, looking down at the small bag of pastry in his other hand. He worries about being spotted in town by a fellow knight, expecting a tirade of teasing to be flung his way when he gets back to the barracks but he knows that he is the least of his concerns, your happiness and well-being going first and foremost before his own. His stoic demeanor betrayed his inner turmoil, an icky guilt seeping into his heart at the mere thought of turning down this opportunity. Why he spared a thought or spent a moment to ponder over something silly, he’s not so sure when ever since, your heart and prosperity the only priority to the knight. With a faint sigh, he agrees.

“All right,” he says in a voice you can pick up. “The girls can weave a flower crown for me.” He sits on a slightly elevated surface right by the stall.

The little girl squeals, clasping her hands before she opens a small satchel full of vibrant flowers. “Let me find my sisters, my lord and lady. I will be back!”

You nod, watching her run with a pep to her step as she called for her siblings. A chuckle makes its way out of his lips, running his fingers through white gold locks. You stand beside him, reaching for the pouch of snacks in his free hand.

“I’ll hold this one while they work their magic on you, my lord.”

He mumbles a quiet thank you, pulling you in closer by your waist. You remain standing beside him while he sits, an arm snaked around your waist as he rests his head on your hip.

“You’d better eat your snack now, my dove. They’re best warm,” he reminds you as he motions to the pouch in your hand.

“I can wait for a little longer,” you respond as you rest a hand on the base of his head and gently scratch his scalp. If he could purr, he would’ve done so by now. “And I must correct you: these are not just best consumed warm.”

He looks up for a moment, a light confusion on his features before he rests his head against your hip again. “Why do you say so?”

“Because meals like these, comforting and delicious meals, are also best enjoyed with someone dear.”

You can’t see it but you know the ghost of a smile lingers on Leon’s lips, threatening to tug on the corner of his lips a little higher. He makes a mental note to pencil down your words on his pocket notebook, like he always did whenever you said something that deeply resonated with him. The approaching laughter of little children drew nearer, three little girls carrying either satchels or a small bucket of flowers. Leon sits back up, clearing his throat.

“My lord, feel free to select which flowers you’d like on your head. Your fair lady may assist you if you are in need of it,” the eldest tells him.

Rice flower, jasmine, wax flower, amaranthus; what will he select?

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The minutes flew by fast as if they were mere seconds, a securely woven crown of pink, purple, and white flowers now laying atop of his golden tresses; the children had pushed longer strands of his hair back, securing them in place with the flower accessory so that Leon wouldn’t have to constantly flatten the puff atop his head. The eldest sister of the adorable trio takes out a mirror from her satchel and gives it to the blond so he can see the work they’ve done on his hair.

“It looks… magnificent,” he breathes. “Magical, even. Thank you very much, girls. This gesture is very much appreciated.”

You feel warmth creep in from the base of your neck and crawling to your cheeks, tingling from the grin you currently sport. The crown of various flora add a tenderness to his otherwise rugged appearance, adding an element reminiscent of cherubs depicted on oil paintings.

“You’re welcome, kind sir. We hope you enjoy our treat and the festival,” the middle child speaks up as she clears up the excess trimmings and leaves. “Feel free to come back to us if need be!”

“We will,” you promise as you relink arms with your lover again before turning your backs to walk on with the rest of the crowd. The sun is sinking beneath the great blue vastness as a rosy and orange hue stretched on the sky, it’s only a matter of minutes until total darkness befalls the kingdom and the time to set the lanterns free comes around.

You were enchanted with the comforting glow of candles begin to light the streets up, delicate flickers of golden dancing on tall sticks of wax so Leon’s tug through the bustling crowd shocked you a little bit. You squeezed his hand in response to the suddenness of his actions, wanting to tell him that you found his movements abrupt.

“I apologize, my dove.” He says as he momentarily turns around to face you. “It is almost time to wish on lanterns and let them float to the sky. I wish to get our lanterns a little earlier because there is something I need to do.”

Not “want” to do but need to do. His choice of words intrigues you.

After mumbling a few apologies and excuses to the crowd slowly growing more dense in festival goers, you two finally get to one of the stalls selling their lanterns. There were all sorts of lanterns and the kinds of candles they had– some were shaped like circles, some like cylinders; some of the paper used was plain and simple while others had doodles of various things like animals or simply little scribbles of circles. There were candles that had thicker wax and longer wicks, candles with scented wax, and candles with wicks infused with a substance to cause the fire to burn warmer and brighter. After selecting the lantern you both desired, you two paid with a hefty sum of copper coins.

“Leon, that’s not the path to the sea wall,” you point out as you realize that he’s no longer right behind you. “We’re supposed to walk past the stall we purchased from.”

“Yes, I know. I will take you elsewhere,” he explains. He looks a little nervous now, a finger fidgeting with the edge of the lantern paper as he shifts from one foot to the other. “I know a better place if- if that’s alright with you, love.”

You nod, following him. “It’s more than fine with me. Take me to where we need to be, mon nounours.”

Kindly taking your hand, you two begin to walk away from the growing number of people heading to the seawall. You’re not very familiar with where he’s taking you but you trust him enough to know what he’s doing, happily trailing behind him as he lights the path with the glow of your lanterns.

“Don’t let go of these, alright? It would take quite some time until we get another lantern back at the square.”

It takes less than 10 minutes until you two reach the edge of the river, right at the shore. By now, the sun had completely descended beneath the waves and let the stars take the great wide stage in the heavens above.

“Kindly hold this for me,” he instructs you as he hands you his lantern. You hold both of your lanterns, watching Leon as he bends over to the protrusion hidden in a tree near the waterside. Fingers curl around a dusty fabric and lift it off, setting it down beside a small brown boat complete with a rope, small anchor, and oars. It dawns on you what this is all about; he will take you on a boat ride and celebrate the festival down the river with him. Your heart leaps and drums against your ribs, pulse pounding against your neck.

“You may get inside now..”

You raise your garments above your ankles with one hand as the other holds lanterns, stepping inside the boat. Leon pushes the boat, undocking it from the shoreline and before the boat drifts out too far into the water, he joins you.

“Look up at the sky, love.” He instructs you with a glimmer in his eyes, the silver circle of the moon reflected in arctic cerulean irises.

You do so and you are greeted by a wondrous sight, the kind of view that you were certain could only be depicted in intricate oil paintings that hung in long winding halls of the palace you called your home. Drifting along the tranquil river, the lanterns begin to rise and light up the void sky. They gradually begin to drift further away from the ground, becoming stars in the sky now painted with the hopes and wishes of the people. Each golden orb flickering reflected on the gentle ripples of water, creating a mesmerizing waltz of shadows and illumination. The hushed splish splash of water harmonized with the wind blowing against your ears and the rustling of foliage, setting the perfect musical score in this dream-like moment. More lanterns continued to join the others in the sky, the wind directing them to another point in the sky like a captain to his ship; the peace that came with the festival bathed over the kingdom in a dream-like ambience.

“They’re all so beautiful,” you whisper. “I feel… light, at peace. Calm.”

What you did to his heart is sheer, inexplicable magic.

“Yes,” he agreed softly. “They really are beautiful.” His head was not even craned upwards when he uttered those words, his gaze locked on you.

After a few moments of silent observation, you poke him on his arm as you gesture to the lanterns still with you.

“Of course,” he says with a sheepish smile as he takes his.

“Don’t forget to make a wish,” you remind him before you close your eyes and silently thank the universe for everything good– prosperity in your kingdom, good health, and Leon.

He closes his eyes too and wishes upon every single lantern and star in the sky that the universe would lead you to where you will be happiest in, even if it’s not with him. With a breath of anticipation, both of your hands release the glowing lanterns and watch it gracefully ascend as it carries shared dreams into the expanse of darkness. The world seems to have paused as Leon locked eyes with you, all his wishes and greatest dreams reflected in the twinkle of your gaze.

“I love you, my greatest dream.” The blond says as he takes your hand and envelopes them with his own. “I confess once again, with all the fervor in my lowly heart, that I am and will always be yours to keep. I am yours, now and forever, but only if you will choose to have me.”

You smile and lift your conjoined hands, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of his knuckles. Training must have been harsh the other day, a flushed soreness on the peaks of his knuckle bones could be seen when his fingers are curled.

“My most cherished knight and precious lover, I yearn to spend every moment in your presence and adore you as you so richly deserve. My grief will truly be beyond measure if I cannot have you in my life; the tides are nothing without the moon to beckon them.”

His normally composed demeanor softens, revealing a vulnerable and sensitive man that you are lucky to see. The angular lines of his face gave way to a loopy smile as his cheeks were tinted faint pink, a manifestation of his shy affection.

“I am but a humble palace guard, my thane. You speak of high praises that I believe I am not yet worthy of.”

You withdraw one hand from his to cup his cheek, thumb skimming over his cheekbone. He nuzzles into your touch, craving for more of your pillowy touch.

“No need to be shy when you’re with me, Leon.”

“Ah– yes, of course. I just… to me, to be in your company is to feel a profound contentment. Nothing else matters except for you.”

You chuckle, glowing with the sincerity of his words. Who knew that a scary, stoic man like him could be capable of such poetic compositions.

The itch to feel his lips against yours is an itch you can scarcely endure so your hand leaves Leon’s cheek to bunch the fabric on his vest, tugging him closer to yourself. His breath catches on his throat, inky pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes like a void.

“Stop me if I am pushing things.”

You begin with a kiss to both his cheeks, then the tip of his nose then the corners of his lips. You look into his eyes to spot any hesitation or discomfort, not wanting to make him feel dirty.

“Do you want this the same way I do?” you ask with lidded yet cautious eyes.

“I want this unfathomably more than you do.”

His left hand settles on the base of your head, fingers combed through your hair as his right hand settles on your hip, not resting the entirety of its weight even though you won’t scold him if he did; he just wants to be careful. The final tug propels him forward to you, his lips landing on yours.

Just with your lips you could feel Leon tense up and freeze before relaxing into the gesture, tilting his head at a slight angle so his nose wouldn’t obstruct your way. His eyebrows scrunch in focus, feeling you and only you and the comforting embrace of your warm lips against him. If there could be a moment that he can revisit and experience for the first time, it would be the first kiss he shared with you by the garden wall as he stood on a wobbling wooden ladder. Every nerve was lit with an electric thrill that gave you courage to deepen the kiss, fueled by the need to worship this part of your lover. His hands traveled from your hip to the small of your back, wanting to usher your closer to him without parting lips for even a second. Air was overrated in that moment, breathing expertly cycled to prolong this magical moment. It grew more fervent, crazed and drunk on devotion; you gave him a light nip on his puffy bottom lip, eliciting a soft sigh that fanned warm breath on your parted lips. Finally you pull away, breathing heavily and catching your breath as you rest your warm forehead against his, post-kiss. You hear Leon chuckling as he cupped your face and you find yourself following suit.

“That was,” he breathily whispers. “Spellbinding.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Leon pulls back, readjusting his clothes and trying to smooth the hair on the back of his head that your grip might’ve ruffled. You fix yourself too, feeling the puffiness of your lips by the tips of your fingers. You look relatively well-kept together so you help Leon in trying to look less frazzled and flustered, readjusting the flower crown that had become tilted.

“We should probably head back,” your lover says, sounding almost disappointed.

“You are not even trying to hide your discontent, mon nounours. It’s charming.” You smirk.

“I think that it is a shame that this evening feels too hasty for such an enthralling event,” he mumbles. “The King and Queen Mother will worry for you and it is for the best that we make our way back to avoid a talking-to.”

His hands find the oars, steering the boat back to the direction of the shore. You can see the disappointment on his face but he does his best to veil it, to avoid dampening your feelings. You place a hand on one of the oars, interrupting his movements.

“I have informed my mother and father that they shall expect me to return late,” you tell him and he almost can’t believe it. “Earlier this afternoon, before you came to pick me up for our afternoon escapade, I advised my parents to expect my delayed arrival at around the wee hours of the morning. They protested but I responded that I am capable of making my own decisions and defending myself, as well as that I will be in the company of a trusted official in the royal court. You have proven yourself worthy of spending time around me countless times and I do not hesitate to extend my hours of–”

Leon hastily envelopes you with a tight embrace, rocking the boat and rippling the surface of the velvet surface of the river. He sways your bodies side to side and you can feel a wide beam right by your cheek, pleased that Leon doesn’t have to mope about wishing to spend the night with you.

NOTE - 3 nights of sobbing over a book and sleeping at 3-4 AM resulted to a cold, which pushed back my original posting schedule <3 I'm okay now, still got a cold, but less tired and crusty-feeling compared to a day ago. Thank you to the lovelies who filled my inbox with requests and don't worry, I'll get around to writing them soon before school starts again. I hope the anon who requested this loves it, I'm so sorry for the delay but I hope this fic managed to live up to your expectations 🌷🌷 I'm craving a matcha roll and some sushi rn but I'm unfortunately broke so watching mukbangs and sobbing will have to do for now. Thanks to everyone who waited for me to come back from the break, I appreciate it tons!!!!!!!! I've got more fic ideas in store so I'll get to those too after finishing up requests (and they're also prolly angsty, I miss writing angst). ALSO DAWG TRUMP GOT SHOT??? LIKE IM NOT AMERICAN AND NOT FROM THAT COUNTRY BUT HELLO??? ASSASSINATIONS R SO IN AGAIN???? And I saw Leon edits to Trump getting shot too like 😭😭 It's funny ngl... like ik my goat wouldn't miss (JKJK DONT GO AFTER ME PLS THIS IS A JOKE!!!). Anyways, that's it and thank you for reading my fics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I <333333333 UUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!

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mo0nfairy · 2 years ago

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😍😍 OMG, I'm gonna be needing a part four to that Leon post stat.

(Love your writing it's amazing just like you are) ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎

part 1. part 2. part 3.

tw :: re4 spoilers, obsessive!leon, yandere!leon, violence, knives, tasers, guns, explosives, framing, murder, abuse of power, death of a character, physical restrainment, noncon touching, thoughts of suicide, being knocked unconscious, shit goes down basically.

⸺ thank u, honeybaby !!!!! i've been vv busy these past few days, but this man has been HEAVY on my mind. i've also been listening to playing dangerous by our lord and savior lana del rey on repeat and it had my brain conjuring up some ideas... (also this part is long so buckle up friends)

you see, you've been praying everyday to earn back those damned memories that slipped from your mind 6 years ago. but in a attempt to do so, all you can feel is a gun against your head, an explosion against your body, and dust permeating your lungs. all before the classic cut to black welcomes you. no crying mouse-ley, no crying guard-dog. just empty darkness. through the abyss, however, you are now able to unveil memories that were buried deep within you. and whether the return of these past events is a good thing or not is up to you.

you remember a late august evening. the cool air and descending leaves would calm you, but your current circumstances prevent you from any serenity. an anonymous tip to the RPD claimed that you were in possession of illegal substances. and somehow, those said drugs had magically appeared into existence within your home. this leaves you here, being driven to the station by the officer of the month, marvin branagh. despite everything, you're grateful marvin was the one to arrest you. you happen to favor him and his basic understanding of boundaries, as opposed to a certain mutt you know far too well.

it's safe to say you've now got quite the reputation in the RPD with how much trouble you get into. and especially with how quickly the problems seem to fade away. you're being escorted through the station until another officer complains to marvin about some kids with fake ID's. he leaves you by yourself at an empty desk with one hand cuffed to the armrest. the desk right beside leon's. you look to the blonde beside you. his head is rested against his arms folded upon his desk, deep in slumber. his cheek is squished against the surface of his arm, pushing his lips out into a duck-like pout. your mugshot peeks out from beneath his sleeping form. you swear through his unintelligible murmuring, you hear a gentle whimper of your name. marvin had mentioned during the drive how he was up all night looking through your case (wouldn't be the first time), but you can't find it in yourself to feel bad for him. you don't trust him. even several years ago, something within you has always prevented you from trusting him.

you fiddle with a mr. raccoon toy as 20 minutes slowly tread by. completely overcome with boredom, you peak over leon's shoulder to see your case file beneath him. maybe you could find something useful inside, like the bastard responsible for all these false claims. using your free hand, you manage to slyly slip your case folder from under his weight. not without a quiet whine of "no, y/n/n... don't leave me..." good god, was he cuddling your mugshot? (it would be the closest he could get to you physically, after all). you ignore him entirely, thanking the heavens that this man is such a deep sleeper.

opening the file, you find standard information about your case. you read through the notes leon left behind, which causes nausea to then stir in your stomach. he jotted down his worries of your case closing and not being able to keep you in the station any longer; there was ideas of any potential loopholes in the system he could take advantage of and prove your innocence. beside his rambling, there was a long list of certain ways he can frame you for crimes to reel you back into his clutches. what in the actual fuck? and just when you thought this situation couldn't get worse, you find he used pictures of your friends at the shooting range, bullet holes piercing through their paper faces.

you read through the evidence in shock, until a sickeningly-sweet tone gasps your name and pulls you out of your trance. you look over the folder to see those familiar blue eyes peering into yours. leon lights up like a golden retriever with a bone when he wakes up and you're the first thing he sees, metaphorical tail wagging and all. to dream of you and to be the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes, it is pure heaven! only, instead of the early morning, love-drunk haze within his dreams, he is instead met with the heartbreaking look of horror on your face. his eyes trail down to see you holding his notes and his heart sinks to the pit of his stomach. no, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this! it was never supposed to be like this! you were supposed to fall in love with him! you are supposed to be with him forever!

you are supposed to love him! you have to!

and you thought you've seen the worst, you thought you reached the bottom of the iceberg. but you were so, so wrong. it had been 2 weeks since you learned the truth about leon. since then, you were able to find solace within an old friend, claire redfield. not only do you adore her, but the layer of protection she had given you when you complained about the clingy cop on your hip was just the cherry on top. without leon, these 14 days were the most peace you have felt in what feels like months. you didn't know how the man who acted like he needed your presence more than air felt about this sudden separation. and to be completely honest, you didn't really care.

now, with your arm hooked around claire's, you two walk home after a night out in raccoon city. you're repeating old inside jokes and clutching your chest in heaps of rib-straining laughter. everything is full of high-spirits until you notice a certain cop car sitting in the street. claire enters your estate first, guarding you protectively while you follow her footsteps. you find (you guessed it!) no other than leon kennedy rummaging through your belongings. and the look on leon's face when he sees you with someone else is nothing short of pure anguish, sheer betrayal. he is jealous — so much so that it practically suffocates the room. you've seen plenty of emotions expressed by leon and the consequences that followed, but you've never seen first-hand what jealousy may compel him to do. considering the pictures of your friends he used as target practice, you feel as though the outcome won't be any good.

claire breaks the silence, "you disgusting pig! i'm calling my brother down here and he's gonna kick your-" her roar of anger is cut off with a sharp groan.

leon stands, taser gun in hand, as the electrodes strike into claire's body. she then falls to the ground with a loud thump, her form convulsing from the electric shocks waving through her. rushing to her side, you attempt to help her. but, you then cave into yourself when leon walks over in three large strides. and you now realize he is absolutely terrifying when he is jealous. his voice drops to a low husk as he demands you tell him who the fuck this is, a major contrast to the bubbly-puppy you're grown familiar with. you are left flabbergasted and are unable to mutter even a syllable.

you aren't even granted a mere second to compose of yourself before leon pulls a knife, plunging it deep into claire's chest. a scream of pure terror erupts from your throat. you're painted red as he relentlessly stabs your best friend, curling yourself into a corner and hiding your face in your arms. through your tear-stained vision, you see the lifeless body of claire and leon standing above her, huffing with fury like some blood-thirsty creature. something in his gaze perceptibly softens when he sees you, so scared and feeble. and it shatters his heart. after all, leon would take every life on planet earth just to see your lips curl into a smile, even once more. but, nothing could have prepared you for the words that would then leave his mouth.

he turns his body cam on. "y/n l/n, you are under arrest for the murder of... whoever this was. you have the right to remain silent. anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." you stare at leon entirely flabbergasted, but you're too exhausted to fight against him.

he bends down to you, light whispers of "you're ok, it wasn't your fault" and "i've got you, sweet angel" doing little to comfort you. with his gentle hands against you, leon proceeds to cuff you with the same softness you would use to handle a baby bird. and you let him take you away, because you are too caught up in looking at your best friend who was laughing with you just minutes ago now dead on the ground. you cry to yourself in the backseat of the cop car the whole way to the station.

by the time you get there, you are entirely in a state of shock. tears of dread stream down your cheeks, but your face is nothing short of emotionless. you are so caught up in your head, you don't even notice the whispers of other officers there. they gossip about how considering your track record, it's no wonder you'd end up here for good. a sharp glare from the man guiding you through the department is enough for them to shut their mouths. you're then brought into an interrogation room, with cameras off and no other presence besides you and this mad-man at your beck and call.

cuffed to a chair once again, leon locks the door behind him. he then drops to his knees and ties his arms around your waist, burying his head into you. it takes several seconds for reality to hit you, but you soon realize he is crying. and if you weren't restrained currently, you would've pushed him off and made him suffer a fate far worse than what claire endured. now, the two of you are sobbing together, but for entirely different reasons. you, full of grief over someone you love being murdered just moments ago. leon, full of agony over how the gleam of emotion he was so infatuated with left your eyes. all because of him.

you muster enough strength to plead to the blonde, your voice coming out through hoarse, slurred sniffles. but much to your dismay, your cries fall on deaf ears. if only leon had more morality than he did love for you.

"i'm so sorry, y/n, i just needed to hold you. even for just one last time” he picks his head up to look at you, face breaking out in a pitiful smile. “and i can't lose you. not again.” he grabs hold of your hands from behind your back and begins caressing the digits of your fingers. and the contrast between his smile and the crazed look in his eyes has you shuddering in apprehension.

"you're stuck with me to the end."

your eyes then flutter open to see a blinding white light; you begin to hear the quiet chant of a monitor beside you. where the hell am i? despite your current confusion, all you can think about is how you grieved for your best friend in the grimy cells of the RPD, how everyone turned into undead creatures just a week later, and how leon protected you from anything as small as a paper cut. you remember how several zombies overpowered him and how you took advantage of the opportunity, running like hell away and out of raccoon city. you remember the burning of your lungs, the rain on your skin, the hope of getting far, far away from this nightmare. you also remember the fear you felt when umbrella snatched you into their possession, to where you would soon forget everything that happened. including leon kennedy.

you're in the present now, as you can tell by the sheepskin jacket around your form and the hospital bed you're laid upon. it takes you too long to realize that you're safe, out of the hellhole that is los iluminados. looking down, you find a gun sitting by your hip (leon made the declaration that if you were to never wake up again, he wouldn't hesitate to end it all right then and there). you shift your train of sight to see leon at your bedside with his head in his hands while his entire body trembles with trepidation. the sight of this lovesick maniac at your side causes you to spring forward with a harsh gasp. his heartbeat skyrockets at the sudden occurrence. you're alive, and leon can't stop the tears of relief that fall from his eyes.

"hi, pretty... i'm here, you're safe now..." the smile on his face is borderline terrifying. his hands cup your face, practically clinging onto you like a lifeline.

"i remember... i remember everything..." the statement is entirely said to yourself, your gaze distant and not entirely there.

his eyebrows scrunch upwards, gaze softening (if it can even soften more than it already has). leon then pulls your face to his and molds his lips against yours aggressively, desperately. it isn't soft, sweet, or romantic in any sense. it is inexperienced, but overflowing with raw passion, need, and obsession. he only stops when the two are you are breathless and gasping for air. a dreamy sigh escapes leon's lips once he parts from you, gazing into your eyes as if you were something holy (which you are, obvi, but i digress). leon is so horrifically, irrevocably, disgustingly in love with you. and you can feel everything in his all-too overwhelming kiss.

he then engulfs you and melts into your arms like a noodle in boiling water. his light-headed, lovesick laughter fans against your neck. leon somehow pulls you impossibly closer to him, almost as if he were trying to morph the two of you together. it is too much; he is all you can feel, smell, touch. but, without a sliver of strength in your body, you are entirely vulnerable to him and his captivation.

"ashley... she didn't make it..." there’s a certain tone in leon's voice you can’t explain, but you shudder beneath it, anyway. he tells the information softly, but his voice is full of too much exhilaration to be normal. with these newfound memories, that dread returns to your stomach at the thought of what leon is capable of. what leon may have done to ashley while you were out cold.

through the abyssal darkness, your wish has been granted. you have now retrieved all lost memories.

and now, you know why you never were able to trust leon kennedy.

the end !! hehe, thanks for the fun ride babes.

HOWEVER……….. this is surely not the end of my resident evil stained brainrot. so i will not be continuing this series, but i will most certainly be pouring out everything in my RE-obsessed brain. only if u would like to see it, of course. if u do, pls send me some asks!! and thank u again !!!

#this is the end hehe #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 remake #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #yandere leon kennedy #yandere resident evil #yandere #gn reader #gender neutral reader #venus’ brain #moonfairy

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writingwhimsey · 2 months ago

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Can I ask a prompt from the fluff free space, like, Suitor reacting to MC/reader taking care of them when they're sick

If so, can I request Leon Dompteur? ❤️

I may be wrong, but I think this is the first time I've written for Leon. So I hope that I can do him justice! I hope you enjoy :)

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff prompt: Free Space- Sick suitor reacting to reader/mc taking care of them

Suitor: ikepri Leon

No warnings just fluff...well ONE curse word, but just tooth melting sweetness!

Leon

Leon wakes up, not feeling well, his head pounding and body aching, stuffed up nose, cough, the works. He tries to hide it, but there is no hiding it from you. You know him so well and can tell he feels like shit just by looking at him. He is startled by your hand on his forehead.

“You’re not leaving this bed today.” You inform him, as he is hot to the touch.

“But…”

“No, buts. You have ministers and such that can see to the kingdom for one day. Besides, you shouldn’t be making decisions in your state.”

He tries to get up, but you are able to easily push him back down in bed. Proving to him that he is too weak to do anything until he has recovered from this cold. He relents while you tell Sariel and the others that he is staying in bed for the day, too sick to do anything.

You spend the day taking care of him. You make sure he is seen by the doctor, who also orders him to stay in bed for the day and gives you a medicine for Leon and instructions on the dosage and how often he needs to take it. You keep a basin of cool water and a cloth close by, using that to help try and bring his fever down.

Though Leon at first, feels he can’t rest, comes to enjoy staying in bed and having you take care of him. He loves the way your hands feel as they run through his hair, trying to help soothe his headache with a gentle scalp massage. His childhood as a slave, he’d never had anyone care for him while sick. He’d always been expected to work. Yet here you were loving him and doing everything to soothe his every discomfort.

By the time Yves brings some soup, Leon is all too happy to let you feed him. And he takes the medicine as you give it to him and reward him with cheek and forehead kisses. Though he most enjoys it when you have him lay his head in your lap. You place the cool cloth on his forehead and then use one hand to absently play with his hair as you hold a book in the other. You read aloud to him like that, soothing him to sleep.

Though he is sick and feeling terrible, he can’t help but to fall asleep with a smile on his face, enjoying the loving care you provide for him. Maybe he would need to have sick days more often.

Taglist: @zulablaise @kisara-16 @tele86 @lovely-bubb1es

@lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady

#400 follower celebration #whimsey event #ikepri leon #ikemen prince leon #leon dompteur #ikepri #ikemen prince #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen series #fanfic #otome boys #cybird #fanfiction #head canon #fluff

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fawnsflowerbed · 10 months ago

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Hiiii Bee, I was scrolling through and found the aftercare subspace headcanons but I’m thirsty af, so could I get a drabble or hc of subspace-y reader in the moment? Love your writing ❤️

Sat down and SPED through this request I LOVE sweet syrupy subspace reader URGHHHHHH bangs my fist against the table

Little drabble of reader in subspace while Leon ‘takes care’ of them.

NSFW OBVIOUSLY!!! AFAB (but gender neutral) reader, p in v, sweet talk and praise, soft dom Leon, descriptions of subspace, very fluffy sex!

(Word count: 1090 est.)

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It’s a true privilege for him to see you like this. To have pounded, ground and fucked you well enough to send you sinking down into such a soft state of mind. It’s the best type of quicksand, not that awful stuff dramatised in films. Slow, slow, sunk. To the bottom where your feet rest at the end of the bed, and your back arches from the blankets so your chest may kiss the cool air of the bedroom. Embrace the cold with the heat of the moment.

It’s plush where you lay right now, how you feel lightweight. Clouded with the pleasure being thrusted upon you, open lips drinking in the security your boyfriend offers you. Your brain’s slowed down to nothing but honey, stuffed with fluff till you’re as cottony as a pillow. Something to rest that weary head.

And it’s all thanks to Leon.

That fogged over haze in your eyes told Leon enough, the way you stared so longingly at him. As if he were out of reach, so close yet so far. You couldn’t help but whimper at the cruelty of it all. How unfair that you can’t crawl into his skin and live within the warmth he’s created for you. Take shelter in his existence. But this? This will most definitely do.

“Shh, I know sweetie. I know.”

It’s a coo. A gentle shush, like someone would a whining puppy. Whimpering, gasping, mewing every time he rocks down into your soaked through pussy. You were a sweet thing but oh so sloppy. Truly adorable.

A scratched over palm holds your cheek between the grinding of his cock into you. Something sickly sweet despite how rough his fingers are. But he’s never rough with you. Not in the ways he’d find wrong, at least. Can’t stand the thought of ruining this for his angel. Especially when you’re like this. Eyelids fluttering closed, butterfly wings beating to a restful stop. Taking a break from drawing the nectar from his heart with those round glossy eyes of yours. How generous of you.

He’s raspy. Not smooth and silky like you, but rather like that of gravel on country roads and whiskey on the rocks. Burning taste to linger in your throat when he caters to your every need like this. Sipping at his lips every few minutes to take in that tang.

The gravel in his voice churns, like that of tumbling rocks to turn mud-covered stone to crystal. “Feels real good, doesn’t it?”

He knows the answer. Leon always does. But how is he supposed to resist when sweet and milky sounds trickle to your chin. “Mhm..” He’d drink you in a million times more, and then some.

“Yeah? That’s good, sweetheart.”

He’s got your legs thrown over his shoulders, keeping you spread for him. Such vulnerability beneath him, out in the open. Something that can’t be put back. He takes care of you in ways many people just couldn’t. Understands that this goes deeper than flesh and bone, deeper than just sex. You chew on the knuckle of one of your fingers just to suppress each weak sound that trickles from your mouth. Drooling every syllable down onto his ego so he might clean it off with a washcloth once you come back down from this high.

And god how he loves it.

“Where’s my baby?”

Fuck, those words. It draws you in like the promise of something rich and raw, of lusting and loving only ever spoken of in those overpriced novels. But he makes good on that promise once you meet his eyes. Gives you that lazy half-smile that screams pure adoration without a pluck at his vocal chords.

“There they are. Hi, darlin’.”

It draws a quiet gasp from your spit-soaked lips when Leon changes the angle, rather choosing to roll his hips in long, hard motions. Makes sure you can grip onto him in some way, this time it’s his arms. He’ll always do that for you. Be your anchor. You need it in your current mindset, where everything floats atop the clouds. Strung up on coloured balloons your mind dare not pop. Be gentle, be tender. Lay beneath your love and take what he gives. You’re so blissfully unaware of everything else in the world. And yeah, this brings tears to your lash line. All of this, every inch of his care and every centimetre of his love. Hard to tell if you’re crying from the drowsy euphoria of subspace or from how his dick rubs over your g-spot on every stroke. Leon really does know you inside and out. The feeling has you squeezing him in short bursts, as if even your cunt can’t keep up with what’s going on. You’re just feeling far too slow. Too comfortable in your dumb, syrupy state.

He is safety. Even as he picks up the pace to hump nice and deep into your squelching pussy, making you whine and moan. He’s filling the hole in your head, your heart, and your body. Drawing the sweetest string of noises from your throat. If he had the time he’d hang that twined melody above the bed frame like polaroid pictures, look up at them every night before sleep so he can cherish every aspect of you. Especially this one. The one you only entrust him with.

It’s such an overwhelming sense of bliss to go mindless, to bestow all of your trust in another human. But you hand your heart and soul to Leon and in return he cradles and kisses it, presses his lips to your forehead. He goes on to take your finger from your mouth, holds your hand in his own. He’s careful as he pushes the back of your knuckles into the cushioned mattress. You’re porcelain to him in this condition, worried if he makes one wrong move you may crash and shatter. So he rubs every scratch and crevice, Kintsugi level stuff. Takes your wounds, your insecurities and worries, and traces them with gold so he might help rebuild you. It makes your head lull back against the frilled edges of your pillow, every ruffle outlining your silhouette. Forms a few points in all the right spots, curves to form such a shape.

“Mmph.. Leon..”

A crown. Maybe even a halo. Resting against the pillows like something out of a storybook.

Don’t worry honey, he’s gonna rewrite your brain for you. Make sure the clouds know your name and presence for the next hour.

“Shh, puppy. I’ve gotcha.”

You’re safe with him.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #x reader #resident evil x reader #leon x reader #leon resident evil #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy thirst hours #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy x reader smut #works ✎₊˚⊹

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boynarcing · 2 months ago

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thinking of sappy dadson w leon gr00ming reader since a very young age.... "homeschooling" you bc he doesnt wanna let his little boy go and let anyone see or corrupt him..... but all the lessons r just how 2 b a good sex toy and housewife for him.... y would u need school when you're gonna stay together forever and he'll take care of you... potty training you to only piss when and where he says you can (bc he's still gross ♡ and loves seeing ur desperate face when ur holding it in and the relief when you let it all over where he said u could ...)

he teaches you how to makeout with him and jerk him off b4 you've even hit the double digits.... says its how you show family that u love them very much but it has to stay private bc its very intimate so they're only allowed to do it to each other.... and he keeps "prepping" you to take his dick (he's careful bc you're his precious boy) but you insist you can "make love" already bc you're a big boy!!! not a little kid who cant even show how much he loves his daddy..... so he finally snaps and r4pes you and then it becomes a daily occurrence and he doesn't have to be so gentle anymore bc you've proven you can take it..... spending most of the day fucking e/o all over the house.... waking up to him already balls-deep in you and falling asleep with him still fucking into you (you never know how much longer after you fell asleep he kept using your body.... its so hot being loved sm by ur dad ♡)

you both keep only noticing there's no groceries too late bc you're both too wrapped up in e/o.... ur teenage rebellion phase barely lasts bc if ur good u get to come and he makes u feel so good ..... augh. when u hit 16 he's even nore strict with when u can leave the house bc those gross men and boys outside will think they can claim you.... so he makes sure to fuck you even more..... nghnnn

whether its trans or cis reader its just so good. waughhh i want him to do that to me so bad.... maybe in another life

- 💫

everyone is in my head omg!! I always think about having a codependent relationship w dad leon … straight out the womb he was all over u like that one guy from twilight with bella’s baby LMAOOO that’s him!!! He’s like “ever since my son was born I knew he was gonna be my wifey my sweet househusband❤️❤️” and everyone else is like??? Uhm… okay Leon … get a grip old man !!

#👾.inbox #cw incest #cw ⬇️age #but thts okay cause u like it #my dad my dad #he teaches you everything hands on

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luxurychristmaspudding · 3 months ago

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ON CALL! my fav frankie fic eva

maddieeeee!!!! hello my love!!!!!! thank you SO MUCH ily ily ily.

i've had the idea for on call for aaaaages, taken from the kings of leon song with the same name. it's such a simple sentiment - of being there for someone at any time, no matter what it is. at first it really was just babysitting, but the more i wrote in the very early days, the more they became people with a real fondness for each other.

which is how we got to a mini series! they were very natural characters to develop, and the loss bug has experienced is something frankie knows very well. it was so interesting and comforting for both characters to have things they struggled with that the other understood implicitly, which felt very special and sweet. it felt like a very gentle way to explore grief, if that makes sense?

as for the other chapter names - arizona was more for the vibe. just a slow, cosy night where they might look at one another and think - oh. i think i kind of like you. like a whisp of feeling that they'd look back on and laugh about, especially with the lyrics that taste/all i ever needed/all i ever wanted/too dumb to surrender.

mi amigo is a tribute to their friendship and how they lift each other up in so many ways. i have a headcanon that frankie is a big kings of leon fan, and i think he'd think of bug anytime he listened to that song, at any point in their relationship. it's very her, and it's cute to think of him wishing she had been around when he was younger, wishing they'd met sooner in some way, just because of the peace they bring each other. and also to imagine him a little flushed at the 'big old dick' bit before anything happens between them, and then how he'd laugh when bug hollers it at the top of her lungs in the car afterwards.

you and i is a tribute to their mutual love of fleetwood mac, and also because i couldn't decide on a kol song that fit the chapter. @jolapeno was a massive help with this one, so it's her i have to thank hehe. it's very simple, and feels like it really is just the two of them existing, which is the vibe i wanted to have.

as for the extras, they're also songs. super graphic is because bug would serve a fearful amount of cunt screaming 'fugly jeans' in the club, which frankie would find hilarious. weightless is by one of my favourite bands, and is actually written by a dad, talking to his son about his own dad. perfect - i had this sad idea that bug remembers the weightlessness of her dad at the end and then how she feels weightless to frankie, like he's losing her amidst the grief. and the immortals felt very much frankie and the boys. the open road, the path of greatness/it's at your fingers/go be the one that keeps on fighting/go be the stranger. just them finding who they are together, then hitting this older point where these lines feel pertinent: once you've had enough/carry on/don't forget to love/before you're gone.

the playlist for their whiskey night was also lovely to make. a lot of my stuff is music based, so it felt extra special to have so many people involved in what would be playing the night everything changes!

anyway. i've yapped way too much. if you want to know about the epilogue, let me know! ❤️

#fic game #fic: on call

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drchenquill · 2 months ago

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Happy STS! What's your favorite WIP to work on right now, and why? Please feel free to infodump and get into detail!

OMG!!! Hi~ happy STS!!!

My favorite WIP to work on, you say? Well, I'm currently juggling between two WIPs, "Him and Me - Bound by Fate" and "Daisy", which is funny because they are the complete oppsite to one another.

Him and Me - Bound by Fate

The reason I'm currently obsessed with this WIP is because I'm slowly getting to the reveal part, where the plot, shall we say, actually begins. HMBF is a mystery, so there's something to be solved, a crime to be uncovered, and that gets me excited. Another reason is that even though I've traumatized him a lot, I love my poor Leon and I'm finally getting to the part of his journey where he allows himself to trust again, even if it's just a little bit. Leon has lived most of his life unloved, so being close to Kilian, who is the epitome of gentleness and patience, makes Leon slowly break down his walls. My boys are getting closer! What also excites me is to finally write a Leon who's going to learn to stand up for himself, and it's going to be a challenge for me, too, because it's been 20 chapters now, and slowly changing a character as he goes through character growth is something exciting.

Daisy

Daisy is mostly romance with some drama in it, but there's so much more to it that makes me obsessed. I've already covered a major arc of the story. (Spoiler alert!) Daisy is a werewolf who has to live without her wolf side for most of the story because she suppressed it. I've finally finished the arc of her getting it back and regaining some of her self-worth. She always felt weaker, unworthy, and not a real werewolf because of her missing wolf side, but now I can start writing the Daisy she was always meant to be. (End of spoiler!) Everything is building up quickly and the worst arc is approaching. It's not a bad arc because I don't want to write it, but it's full of drama and angst (I'm a sucker for angst!). I can't wait to get to the climax of it because so much is going to happen. (Spoiler alert!) Her old pack, whose Alpha abused her and tried to claim her without her consent, will find her whereabouts, which will set off a series of events: Daisy struggles with an inner turmoil as she must figure out how to resolve everything without hurting her found family, while also protecting herself from the grip of her old Alpha. She ends up getting kidnapped, which culminates in her newly found mate going crazy and a war between the packs ensuing as her new pack will do anything to get her back (end of spoiler!). Long story short, it's angsty and I'm so ready to write it!

Thank you so much for the ask ❤️ !!!! I hope this this answered your question!

#answered asks #asks #hmbf #daisy #wips #my wips #writerblr #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writers #writeblr #writing

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so-mordor-itis · 2 years ago

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DON’T WORRY I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS IN MY HEAD THAT IM MORE THAN HAPPY TO SHARE 🥹 likeeee…

“It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you, everything I do. I tell you all the time, “heaven is a place on earth with you” tell me all the things you want to do. it’s better than I ever even knew, they say that the world was built for 2, only worth living if somebody is loving you, and baby now you do.” (video games, lana)

this is my FAVVV part of video games cause it’s so romantic and sweet and I feel like that’s how leon & reader feel about each other but especially leon with that last part, like her and her unconditional love is what keeps him going even if times get so overwhelming he feels like it’s not worth it. I feel like they’d be in a constant state of honeymoon phase love, no matter how long they’ve been together cause the relationship is really that strong. LIKE THEY’RE SO GOOD FOR EACH OTHER. I’m such a sucker for that devoted, gentle love dynamic. 🥲

- yes to heaven anon

I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH!!!!!! (It makes me laugh that it might be about world of warcraft LMAO-)

I also agree and I feel like Leon desperately NEEDS someone like that. Who would do anything for him just as he would to them. Who'd wake up in the middle of the night and just pull him closer 😭❤️

I love Young and Beautiful for older Leon like Vendetta!Leon...I may have some brainworms...

#emmy yells #yes to heaven anon #leon kennedy x reader

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sapphires-and-silver-linings · 2 years ago

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Hiiii, so I love your Half-Life series so much and as a fat person, it makes me so fucking happy to see my body type written from a view where it yearned and cherished by Leon and I have reread it so many times to the point that I smile just thinking about specific scenarios from it 🥺❤️ You are an amazing writer 🥺❤️❤️❤️

I especially love how you portrayed Leon just restricting himself from going all squish squish against reader's body because it so wonderfully warm and soft because if his senses are dialed up to a nine because of his mutation, he would feel the sensation of reader's soft skin against him at a degree more than humans do. As you mentioned in the fuck, it really does remind me of a big bad wolf being so so gentle and so so cute with a bunny and just stuck between ravaging them (👀) or nuzzling them with kisses 🥺❤️

Oh my god thank you for this 😭

I just saw such a lack of fat!reader with Leon and it hurt my feelings because I’m fat lmao. So I decided to go ahead and write one myself.

On top of that, I really wanted to do a Plaga!Leon fic too because I wanted to delve into his depression and passive suicidality becoming a monster as someone who fought BOWs for six years. He was already depressed and traumatized before becoming a BOW, so I feel this would be a lot worse. But at the same time, he’s scrounging for any way to hold on because he’s a survivor at his core.

For years, it was his dog that gave him a reason to keep going, and now it’s Bunny, in her softness and humor and excitement and compassion and stubbornness. And yes, the urge to take care of her and, ahem, take care of her is definitely a war raging in his head right now 😂 he’s so afraid of hurting her or scaring her off, even though she’s giving him every sign she’s interested in him. But she’s also holding back for her own reasons and worries.

I’m so glad you enjoy it enough to reread it! I’m def trying to get the energy to write chapter 4 but life has been busy and difficult lately 😮‍💨

Thinking about sitting down and trying to finish at least a scene from it tonight or tomorrow. It’s probably gonna be a big chapter because a lot happens in it.

I’d be shocked if it was under 10k by the time I finish it lol.

Talk about a monster of a fic, amirite? (Ba dum tss.)

Also I love getting asks/comments about my fics so this always makes me so happy to see people enjoying it 🥹

#re4r #plaga!leon kennedy x reader #plaga!leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #chubby!reader #half-life

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leonsobsession · 2 years ago

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Leon’s body was perfect, like god himself had created a masterpiece and sent it your way. What had you done to deserve someone like Leon? Not only did he have a body like an athlete but a personality like a loyal golden retriever. He had never hurt you or given you a reason to think he stopped loving you. Leon’s way of waking you up consisted of kisses trailing around your neck with small nibbles here and there and his hand gripping gently onto your thigh. Oh he knew how to wake you up, with his lips on your bare skin combined with gentle squeezes on your thigh would wake you up with a smile. Once he saw your eyes open his smile widened on his face and his lips finally meeting yours. Quiet humming against your lips tasting him on yours, allowing your hands to wander up his back. Your fingers trailing over his toned back. Just like this, surrounding yourselves in each other��s arms a late morning allowing yourselves to spend the morning in bed. “I love you, you know that right?” Leon’s voice was deep and raspy, still from waking up and you nodded smiling more than ever from hearing those words. “I love you too, pumpkin” you replied placing another kiss on his lips.

He adored the cute names you had given him, but pumpkin was the first one you gave him and it was the one who made his stomach full of butterflies ❤️

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #re 2 remake #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #fanfic #romantic fanfic #resident evil fanfic #Leon Kennedy fanfic #morning snuggles #comfy morning

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sunstone-smiles · 2 years ago

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Hi there! First of all, let me tell you that I love everything you write. Your tumblr account is my comfort zone. If you like the idea I would like to request a fic about Leon and Sonia (from Pokemon Sword and Shield). I think the champion should honor the abbreviation of his name being himself the LEE one (xD!) If you can't do it it's fine for me and just ignore this message.

A/N: Anon, saying that my blog is your comfort zone means so much to me. Thank you for your kind words.❤️ And I LOVE the idea! I had fun revisiting some of the Sword and Shield crew for the fic! Thank you so much for your patience in waiting for this! I hope you enjoy!

A Champion’s Weakness

Series: Pokemon Sword and Shield

Characters: Leon, Sonia, and Yamper

Word count: 1,467

Summary: Leon visits Sonia with a usual absurd question involving strong pokemon, only this time, he finds an equally absurd answer when Sonia decides to have some fun with her friend. Enjoy!

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Sonia taps a pen to the side of her chin as she observes the digital board in her lab. She watches as the zig-zags of data appear in green lines on the dark, digital surface. She jots a small note down on her clipboard: Steady streams of energy today. No unusual spikes!

A few moments later, the door to the lab clicks open, which is immediately followed by the excited barks of her pokemon pal, Yamper, skipping past her heels towards the entrance on his stubby legs.

“Hey! Hey!” Leon waves to Sonia as he shuts the door behind him. Yamper happily yips on his hind legs at Leon’s feet. The Galar champion kneels down to greet the energetic pokemon pup with gentle scratches to the sides of his cheeks. “Hey, Yamper!”

“Ah Leon,” Sonia places the clipboard on her desk, then leans her hand on the surface. “Here to make another outlandish claim about powerful pokemon that don’t exist?”

Leon chuckles and straightens out his legs to stand. “You know me so well.”

“So then, what’s the array of questions you’ve created for me today,” Sonia leaves her workspace to meet her childhood friend halfway in the lab’s lobby, where a large counter stretches to the side and rows of neatly organized books are displayed behind it.

“Actually, I’ve got a slightly different type of question today.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

Leon smiles and begins removing the cape around his neck for more momentum. He tosses it over the countertop. “Alright, so what about a pokemon that has no weaknesses?” Leon moves his hands in a half-circle motion as if he was making a grand gesture.

“No weaknesses? That is different.” Sonia lifts up one of her arms to the side for a dainty shrug. “But I’m sorry to say that all pokemon at least have some kind of weakness. I would think you would know that, being the champion and all,” she throws him a friendly quip.

“Ah, but what if there was though?” Leon moves his hands diagonal to the sky as if he was acknowledging a billboard sign with his name on it in bright lights. “A weakness free pokemon for a weakness free champion.”

Sonia lets out a laugh at that last part. “A weakness free champion? Really, you? Leon, how many times did you get lost on the way here?”

“I wouldn’t call my directional skills a weakness, more so a quirk. Besides, directions aren’t needed in the scorching heat of battle!”

“So what I’m getting at is that you want to find a pokemon with no weaknesses so you both can match?”

“That’s right,” Leon leans one one hand on the countertop to look slick. However, his clumsiness gets the better of him and his hand slips off of the counter, sending him face first into the floor.

Sonia laughs again and turns to head back to her desk. “Real smooth, Leon. Real smooth.”

Leon peels his face off the floor and shakes his head. Wanting to comfort the champion after an embarrassing spill, Yamper trots over to Leon and nudges his neck with his snout. The pokemon puppy then proceeds to lick the side of his light, chocolate toned neck.

“Hehe, Yamper,” Leon snickers and lifts up his shoulders to pull away from the playful pup, “Stop it, that tickles.”

The end of his sentence stops Sonia in her tracks, like an ice beam had given her the frozen status condition. Her racing thoughts thaw herself out and she comes to a realization that she couldn’t believe she had forgotten. A smile appears on her face. Time to have some fun with the “great and powerful” Galar champion.

Sonia spins on her heels and walks towards her friend. “You know what Leon? You’re right.”

“I am?” Leon questions as he stands with the pokemon pup in his arms. He’s somewhat bewildered that she’s not opposing his claim like she usually does.

“Yep,” Sonia continues, straight faced. “How could I have missed something so obvious?” Her arms swing behind her back as she takes conspicuous strides to approach him.

Finding her actions suspicious, Leon places Yamper down to free his arms, making sure he’s prepared for anything. The pup hops away.

“So if you have no weaknesses,” Sonia positions herself behind the champion, “You wouldn’t mind if I do…this!” Sonia thrusts her hands out and squeezes Leon’s sides.

“EEK!” Leon yelps and nearly launches through the roof when Sonia starts tickling him. Giggles skyrocket out of his chest, “Sohohoniahaha!” He arches his back and tries to tug himself from Sonia’s mischievous fingers, before he’s yanked back by a well-aimed attack to his ribs.

“What’s this?” Sonia fakes a gasp. “The mighty champion is ticklish? Well then, wouldn’t this be considered a weakness?” she ends her question with a teasing smile.

“Thihihihis dohohoesn’t count!” Leon attempts to keep some of his powerful champion image while doubling over in helpless giggles.

“I beg to differ. You dropped your guard and I found an opening to take advantage of!” Sonia darts her mischievous hands at full force towards Leon’s ribs.

Leon yelps again. “Sohohohonia! Wahahahait!” He flails in arms in front of him like he was trying to paddle away from the wave of tickles to his ribs, until he trips and belly flops onto the white marble flooring. Sonia keeps her fingers latched onto his sides, tickling him from above as he wriggles on his stomach.

Through Sonia’s attack, Leon extends his arm towards Yamper, who’s standing in front of the two trainers and watches them play. “Yahahahamper!” Leon playfully calls out to the pokemon pup, “Hehehelp mehehehe!”

Yamper barks, then plops himself down on his rump to sit. He sticks his tongue out and simply continues observing how the amusing battle unfolds. Meanwhile, Sonia takes advantage of Leon’s outstretched underarm and worms her fingers into the new spot. Quickly, Leon clamps his arms down with a small shriek of laughter and twists around on to his back. With his arms still clamped to his side and his hat becoming skewed off his head, the giggly champion tries to lightheartedly push Sonia away from his tickle spots.

“Hey! You can’t ask my pokemon for help! That’s cheating!” Sonia grins as she maneuvers her fingers across the giggling champion’s torso.

“Tihihihihckling is cheheheheating!” Leon opposes her through his smiley laughter, only to be countered by squeak-inducing clawing back at his sides. “Sohohohniaha! Quhihihit it!”

“Only until you admit that you have a ticklish weakness!” Sonia smirks over him.

“Nohohoho fahahahair!” Leon lifts up his head as far as he can, but he lets out a loud bout of laughter and drops his head down to the floor when Sonia slips her hands under his shirt to scribble at his stomach, causing his legs to reflexively kick out behind her and for an even wider grin to take up his face.

“Okahahay! Okahahay!!! I hahahave a weheheheakness!” Leon finally admits, declaring Sonia as the winner of this battle.

Sonia beams at her victory and moves her hands from him, leaving Leon leaning flat on the floor with breathless, leftover giggles. After giving him a short break, Sonia takes a hold of Leon’s wrist and hoists him up into a standing position. Yamper cheerfully barks from below, also assisting Leon by holding up the champion’s hat in his mouth. Leon chuckles and thanks the pokemon pup with a pat.

“You know,” Sonia softly smiles, “I think I’ve found a solution to your question.”

“Really?” Leon fixes his hat back on his head with a smile of his own. “After all of that?”

“Think about it,” Sonia places an index finger on her cheek. “As we know, the champion has a ticklish weakness. Tickle is a normal type move and the only pokemon type that it can’t affect is…”

“Ghost types.”

“Exactly! And you have Dragapult, a dragon and ghost type, on your team—which means that although pokemon and their trainers may have weaknesses, as a team you both balance each other out.”

“Hey, you’re right! I didn’t even think about that.” The champion grabs his cape and slings it back over his shoulders. “So what you’re saying is, together as a team, my pokemon and I are unstoppable!” Leon throws an arm up in the air while holding up his index, middle finger, and thumb to show off his signature Charizard pose.

Sonia rolls her eyes. She moves closer to him and gives him a little poke to his side, causing Leon to squeak and drop his arm down. She smiles with a teasing finger pointed towards the ceiling, showing him a look that only a childhood rival, and friend, can do to put the great and powerful champion in his place. “Don’t push it, Leon.”

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mystical-lemonade · 3 years ago

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Hii may I ask for the same smut headcanons of their first time with mc (gn) but for Trey, leona, vil and malleus if that’s okay! Love your work btw!!!❤️❤️

Warnings: Explicit sexual content

Wordcount: 2,305

Pairings: Trey Clover x gn! reader, Leona Kingscholar x gn! reader, Vil Shoenheit x gn! reader, Malleus Draconia x gn! reader

Trey isn't very experienced, but he does vaugely know what he's doing

At least he knows what he likes!

He discusses what he wants, and what he'd prefer to do tools wise

Thats right Trey brings out the discussion on what kind of lube you'd prefer to use during. If there's a particular brand on condom you need him to use. What kinks you are and aren't into. On top of your boundries and your safe word

This man is extremely prepared

In general Trey is very sweet and gentle

Never hurting or degrading you

Only the kindest of words and the softest of touches

Does not want to hurt you and especially doesn't want to see any marks of injury he caused to you

Will use his tie to restrain your hands during the foreplay

Where he has you keep your hands depends on the position you are in

In doggy style he'd have your hands behind your back so he could fuck you into the mattress. With you on your back he'd have them tied to the headboard.

Trey is absolutely a thigh man

He will kiss and nip and worship them to the ends of the earth

Wants you to sit on his face

Let him use your thighs as earmuffs as he uses his mouth to get you off

He is a king when it comes to oral

Trey is in fact a pleasure dom. So expect to orgasm more than a few times

You will probably be crying from how overstimulated you are

Don't worry though, Trey will wipe kiss away your tears while murmuring reassurances

"Shhh its okay sweetie~ I know it's a lot dear, but I think you can take one more. Can't you my sweet baby~ if you need me to stop, you know the safeword~"

Has a bit of a sir kink. Call him Sir in bed and you will be in for a treat~

Trey would make you black put from how hard he'd have you orgasm

He will however take amazing care of you after sex

His aftercare routine is top tier

He immediately gets you a small glass of water, while he goes to run you a bath

Washes your body and hair for you, then leaves you to relax in the tub for a few minutes

While you relax he changes the bedding, gets you the softest of nightclothes and a snack with a cup of calming tea

Then he takes you out of the bath, helps you towel off and dresses you

The snack and tea are given to you while he puts on some clean pyjamas

Then after all that you two crawl into bed and cuddle until you fall asleep in each others arms

And Trey does all this while praising you and offering up so many reassurances and compliments. The. Whole. Time!

While Leona doesn't have the highest libido in the world he does have experience

Which as his partner, is certainly a good thing.

When he realises that you two are at a point where sex is a thing that is going to happen and happen soon

Leona sits you down to let you know a few things before you get into the thick of it

"Look, I just need to get this out of the way before anything happens, so there's no unpleasant surprises. If we have penetrative sex, I will hurt you. This isn't some dumb boast about the size of my cock, I'm being serious. You will get hurt. I'm a lion beastman, Herbivore~ it means that I have a barbed penis. So I hope you're a little masochistic"

He absolutely would not care if you told him that, bleeding every time you let him stick his dick into you wasn't your scene.

Afterall there are other fun things you can do that don't involve any penetration

Though to be fair, he wouldn't give you oral

Thinks that as the king of the bedroom, such a task is beneath him.

Because this man refuses to bottom the first time. Outright refuses to.

So you know, just let him hold on to his sense of pride and just be on top.

But if you are willing, then be warned, this man will be cumming inside of you

Its too much effort for Leona to time himself and then pull out.

Not to mention his slight breeding kink

Does it matter if you are actually able to have kids? Not at all

Its more an expression of claiming you as his more than anything else

He does not groom down there too thoroughly to be honest

So he has a bush of hair. It almost looks like a full beard that's how much hair he has

Honestly he probably doesn't wash down there either. Most he does is splash a little water at his balls and he considers it good

So he may be a little smelly

As it is the first time between you two Leona would want to impress. Set a precedent if you will

He will be touching your butt as much as possible throughout the whole thing

Just absolutely loves your butt

Will spank it, not very hard. Just playfully.

Fight him off a little, talk back. It makes things more fun

Leona is in fact a Brat Tamer

So the more you play fight the more fun he has

You may or may not be into pain but boy howdy is Leona

If you do not scratch his back hard enough to leave marks he will be very disappointed. Both in you and in his own performance

Please bite him

Bite him hard. Hard enough that he bleeds preferably

But if not, hard enough to bruise will suffice

Is probably going to spit on you

Spit back at him, its only fair

He doesn't really know why he likes it so much but he thinks its fun

And to him, that's what sex, especially your first time having sex with someone, should be about: having fun.

After all is said and done, Leona would do the bare minimum of aftercare.

And by that I mean, he asks if you're doing okay, will nod once you say you are, wrap you in a hug and go the fuck to sleep

So not great at it.

If you told him you'd like to have a bath or a glass of water, he'd grumble a bit about having to get up but he'd do it.

But you do have to ask for more than just a cuddle and a nap

Also has experience in the bedroom department

Which is great because it means he knows what he likes and can communicate it to you

Another person to sit you down beforehand for a chat

Vil likes to explain what he's personally into and set boundaries.

Absolutely discusses a safe word system. He personally prefers the stop light method, with a few of his own additions.

"Alright Sweet Potato. I'll be checking up on you throughout, and I'd like an answer in one of a few colours. Red is for if you need to stop immediately because you're in physical pain. Yellow is if a slight adjustment needs to be made or if you want me to slow down. Blue is for when anythings I've said or made you do is too far and you need the scene to stop. Orange is if you'd like me to tone down what I say and do. And Green is for when everything is going great and you'd like to continue. Is that good for you?"

Once boundaries are discussed and set in place you two can let the fun begin, naturally

Vil is very much into humiliating his partners

He will make you beg for release, and then give you a very humiliating way that you can do it. And you may only use that way

For example he will tell you that you can only get off by humping his shoe

And then onve you do, he'd make you clean yourself off his shoe by licking it clean

Will call you slut, whore, bitch, really any sort of degrading nicknames

Vil absolutely loves when you agree with his teasing

Tell him you are a dirty little cum slut all for him and he'll be into it so much

Like he said he would, he constantly asks how you're doing and adjusts himself as fit

Likes to humiliate you by edging you over and over again, making you beg and plead and cry if you want him to let you cum

Then once he gives in, you will be overstimulated to tears.

"You wanted this didn't you whore? You begged me to let you cum, so you'll stay there like a good little cum slut and take everything I give you"

Will go down on you like a man starved

The only time he will ever allow himself to get his face all messy

Of course he would make you clean your fluids off his face

Praise and worship him

He is your God, and as such you should be willing to worship him

Tell him how amazing he is. How good you feel because of him

He would also appreciate it if you would let him step on you. Especially with his heels on.

But he realises that its maybe a little intense for your first time together

He will be attempting to negotiate that particular kink into your sex lives

Vil promises you would enjoy it!

When all is said and done Vil is the aftercare K I N G

He will pamper you as if you were a king

Runs you a bath

Gives you a nice little massage

Tells you how great you were, that you did wonderful. Telling you how thankful he is for you

All the after coitus snuggles will be yours

Malleus is very formal with how he propositions you

In fact he does a dance, much like a bird of paradise would.

He worked for years on perfecting his courting dance

After all only one person would ever see it and that one person would be his forever

Its a nice display! But definitely a little weird

Especially as a form of like, foreplay

Can you tell this is the first time this man has ever thought about sex? He absolutely has no experience

Because of how formal Malleus is and his lack of sexual experience he is extremely stiff when it comes to actually doing the deed

Kinda just hopes you'll take the lead and tell him what you want from him, he's never done this before so he doesn't want to mess it up.

Knows vaguely what to do based off what Lilia told him, but really has no idea how to execute it in a way that is pleasurable to you

Guide him to where exactly you want him. Tell him what you want him to do

He will oblige

Malleus finds himself more inclined to be a top.

He likes giving you pleasure more than sitting back and receiving

Thats not to say he would complain if you were to reciprocate his actions~ far from it!

Malleus loves giving you oral

The thought of tasting the person whom he's claimed as his just sets something off inside him

He has a long ass tongue and great control of said tongue. Like he could tie all sorts of complicated knots in a cherry stem kind of control

Will use that to his full advantage to lick and suck at your most sensitive of places, all to coax you into a stunning orgasm.

Seriously, you'll be stunned. You'll definitely be seeing white.

As mentioned previously, Malleus wants to top, so he'd like it very much if you let him have penetrative sex with you

Not terribly crazy with the positions he puts you in, but know he will be watching you for your reactions

So he can adjust what he's doing to make things even better for you

Now I'm certain I don't need to inform you of this, but Malleus is a tall man. Which means he is quite well endowed.

And because he's not human, his penis is a little unconventional.

By that I mean he doesn't have any external balls, or pubes. Just some dark scale patterns that are dark near the base and fade to a lighter colour when they get close to the tip

His penis is also textured because of this

So just know that there is a very good chance you will have a slight belly bulge from him being inside you

It turns him on to such a degree that can't be explained in any words other than F e r a l

He just loses all decorum and goes nuts on you

Also has a breeding kink that goes hand in hand with the belly bulge!

Does it matter if you can't actually bare his young? Nope! Malleus will still act like you can and fill you up

You will be a twinkie by the end if the night my friend

Covers you in hickies, they are seriously everywhere.

Leaves bruises on your thighs and hips from how tightly he was holding them during the devil's tango~

This man did not know he had a marking kink but wow does he definitely have one of those now

On another note, the fact that the more you two fuck, the hotter Malleus gets is interesting

No seriously. Because he's able to breathe fire, and you know, is a dragon

His skin heats up during sex

Which could be quite pleasurable~

Malleus also let's a puff of slightly green smoke out of his mouth when he cums. Its just a quirk of his~

Oof smut is always a struggle to write for me. I hope you can't tell, and that you all enjoyed the post~

If you liked this post and want to see more from me feel free to send in a request or take a look at the previous wishes. See you soon~

Sincerely, Jupiter

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